LAST BALLAD OF THE UNSUNG ROGUE

Hello,

How is my prose?
Is it pro?
What do you think?
Does it sing to your soul?
Are these lyrics musical?

Troubadour, bard, minstrel
Synonyms for spinster

Lay out my hat
In need of scratch
Cotton dirty fingered cash

Gather round children
Listen to the wisdom

Aimless gypsy aims true
Suits up, lives anew

Skill set of clowns
Smile upside down frown

Day to day actor
Sad comedian, trickster

Now turns sleight of hand to the system
Has ghost audience wincing

Waiting for prestige
Gasps gulped, in need

Of reveal, of turning point
Sorry none but this phrase I coin

No matter what the disguise
The player is wise guy

Knucklehead
A clown in his head

Under veil of stats
IQ tests
Surprising evidence of high
Intelligence

Hmm

But don’t you know
Once a rogue
No matter what disguise
Heart of gold wise guy

Only costumes he dons
He questions all
That thorn in your side
Always watching from sidelines

Neutral observer
Well… come closer

More like whistleblower

Makes satire
Of your fragile
Glass lives, your stories
He spins, turns odes to glory

We are legend
Even air we bend
Creating our games
No need for fame

Just documenter
Moleskin journaling
Candid observing
This rogue scrawls poems

Strange
Where did that come from?

Theses verses
From alternate universe?

How is my prose?
Is it pro?
What do you think?
Does it sing to your soul?
Are these lyrics musical?

Many mediums
Multi-media
To say same thing
Living life inside a dream

Clown now turns to academia
But wink, keeps red nose in pocket
Will never unplug from socket
Of creative current

Art major?
No, don’t need teacher
Anymore

Why do we need credit?
Don’t you take debit?
Must scratch
For more cash
But first in debt

Unlocks latch
With key, is it better? we’ll see
It better be

Play system
Hard for spinster

How have I been turned?
But I will return

To the street, put out metaphorical hat
And juggle, tumble, try this and that

Scoundrel can go to school
But you can’t take the rogue’s yarn from the spool
He’ll weave into anything
Til in your head it sings

How is my prose?
Is it pro?
What do you think?
Does it sing to your soul?
Are these lyrics musical?

Troubadour, bard, minstrel
Synonyms for spinster

He wanders into
Institutions
A mole
A plant
Fodder for more stories
More trance than entrance

Self hypnosis
The magician takes his own dose

Shrugs off the cloak
No enemies to smote

Nah

Just documenter
Moleskin journaling
Candid observing
This rogue scrawls poems

Any good?
Ah well, who knows?

No free prose
When you must go pro

Turn debit
To credit

This mole’s new skin
Getting grades, taking notes
But moleskin still in pocket just in case

No worries
The bard can’t be killed
This noteless minstrel
Like the rest
Can’t put down ink and quill

So watch for next performance
In town square
When thrown off disguise
Shall metamorphosize

Never will I
Cease to philosophize

To the slow clap of one hand
Handful of fans

The world to this storyteller
Who needs only corner
Or campfire smolder
To enthrall you into a story

Thank you, thank you
Encore?
You make me blush, sure

But wait through cliffhanger
For now must sheath my dagger

And throw off cloak
To walk among respectable folks
And smart, sharp, pretty co-eds

Sorry
This rogue’s foley

Was waiting too late
To infiltrate

Now will add more aces to his sleeve
To pull from shirt
And chip on shoulder shirk

How is my prose?
Is it pro?
What do you think?
Does it sing to your soul?
Are these lyrics musical?

Don’t know, can only assume
For next act stay tuned…

Don’t worry
The quiet mime
Will return in time
To these rhymes

Even under achieving performer
Cycles back to symbolic street corner

Alas
No lass
Sticks around
Just an ass
This lad

Life’s understudy
Now hurries
Before curtain raises
To learn lines and phrases
So on new stage sounds smart
Playing new part

How is my prose?
Is it pro?
What do you think?
Does it sing to your soul?
Are these lyrics musical?

Any watchers?
Do you applaud
To me by the river selling water?

Hapless bard turned scholar
Waiting to come back to street corner metaphor
For still the former

Forsake art not
Forsaken are we not?

Tale’s been told
Bookmark into this chapter fold

Understudy clown scholar
Doing homework for dollars

Farewell,

Says the Rogue

Freedom (?)

Freedom(?).jpg

Oil painting on canvas.

A symbol of freedom. What does it even mean anymore? Are we confined like this, stuck in a box and framed? The eagle’s power comes from its majesty. Its wealth comes from an abundant ecosystem. It does not get caught up in petty, selfish games. Is it possible to re-align with your totem or is it endangered and destined to die?

 

 

HUMAN DOING

Do you seek
To be
A complete
Human being?

To master
All facets
Of worldly
Glory?

Or do see
Like me
That you are free
To do or to be?

What you do
Is not who
You are
Merely arms

Reaching from the core
There is doing no more
When you feel
What I feel

A direct experience
Of existing
And all its limbs
All of this

Just a phantom
Manifest happenings
One part of the whole plan
Contains all, as a hologram

You and I are projecting out
And looking for what is ours
But it is what is looking
Not what appears to be disjointed

Do you see now
Precisely how
To be complete
By just being the being?

Let us not fool ourselves
And get lost in the projection
We do not need protection
From the true self

Turn it all in to the morgue
Lay down your search
There is no more seeking
When the truth is your being

There is no you
To do
It does it all
All by itself

Do you seek
To be
A complete
Human being?

Then take these words to heart
And first stop
So you can start
Being and doing not

GOODBYE DEMOCRACY

Goodbye democracy
You weren’t for me
Ultimately I just wanted power and greed
To the few, the proud, by Oligarchy
It started as sweet
But turned very sour
When we bailed you out
And you gave us the keys to the tower
Now late is your hour
So pack your things
Back to your naive ideals cling
The crownless will never be king
Not on this earth
There is no middle
This is where man is run by some others’ wealth
Forget about balance
And don’t rely on talent
Play the game and conform
To the dollar, the norm
Or wash out offshore
Where the papers were signed
To make you mine
Yes mine to kill off
As your source, your reserve
Which to maintain demands serfs
Under cover of war
If many must die
By strikes imprecise
So be it to maintain our rise
That of the few who play the game best
The elite, the chosen, forget the rest
On the shoulders of giants we may well stand
Whose fortunes unchecked went
Until cancerous grew
And ate up the sustainable land
Its riches overspent
But in denial we choose to stay
Because for now vast pay day
Is all ours
Hoping karma is farce
Betting against the wager of Pascal
On deathbed we will repent
As our only bet
Don’t hate us democracy
You we could still be
But have you seen how revered are we?
No longer are you the American dream
It’s fame, fortune and all about the me
So don’t blame us, you turned the other cheek
Like the one you worship who we uphold
As a tool to control, a fall guy, a reason
To convince you of enemies, unseen just like him
Who happen to have their weight in gold
Which we need to feed the machine
You let us became a war economy
See you later democracy
Not because we no longer like your cover
But because there’s no room for another
It’s in the open now
Only space for so many fat cows
In the best fields while the rest are chopped up and fed to us
Forget that it causes disease
You’re running off steam, let us take the lead
We have the means
You’ll at least get the scraps
It could be worse but remember
It’s not you, it’s me
And I must stay in my slumber
Like when one dumps a lover
Knowing they are selfish
Yet still cuts them loose with no respect
That’s what we’re doing yes
But try to understand
You sold your soul, it was a fool’s guess
That it would turn out different
It was by your hand
By past decisions to be magnificent
For a time that is
Until here comes the bill
Every empire has fallen, to this day still
So will we but what you don’t see
Is that we don’t care, we play behind the scenes
The next game we’ll take up
Under different flag and creed
Will you ever catch on that there is nothing but fiction?
No, probably not because we squash humanism
Which is to think freely and that we cannot have
So we’ll smear you and tell you stories instead
To which you thunderously applaud
Because see, you wanted that all along
To not think, but hand over the wheel
We steered it and now you complain upon arrival?
What madness is that? You told us to drive!
So we simply obliged
Okay, this has gone on too long
But since it’s too late we can be more and more transparent
We’ll still blame it on you, our solemn goodbye is a ruse
We know in reality it’s nothing but rude
Reality though isn’t within our intelligence clearance
We’d have to evolve to see that
But that scares us
Just let us use power, spend money and think not of death
We can afford not to, it’s your role to see this
Again sorry, here’s your pink slip
It was just downsizing, you’ll again get your grip
Just not here, this slope has been slipped
Thanks for your service
But no gold watch, that’s for certain
Just be glad you’re not being held for treason
By simply showing that can’t have humanism
You don’t get a fair trial
When you embarrass us
That’s not how a mob enforces
Really I’ve said too much
But it’s far too tempting
You went right off the cliff like a lemming
And we can’t help but laugh
Sorry, it’s not funny
But there is some irony
Come on and pick up your feet
Look at it this way:
You now know what to avoid
Don’t go for capitalism next time
Instead go for nickels and dimes
Spread out to all
A whole overhaul
Will that ever happen?
It’s your call Cap’n
Okay, sorry we have another meeting
So you best be fleeing
Us old rich white guys are so busy
Playing even older games and still winning
You haven’t evolved, your head is still spinning
Adios, sayanara, are those terms correct?
Ah who cares, we only need speak English
What was it again?
One nation? How silly!
You eventually agreed to favor the bully
Democracy, here’s your pink slip
So we can pay for our shit
Not on account of any lack
Only for the sake of cutbacks

SAILING IN SAMSARA

Beyond belief there is a boat

Join me there and let’s sail comfortably into the unknown

Hoist the main sail

Settle into the maelstrom

Merrily, merrily down the stream of Samsara

Once you realize resistance is futile

You ride the wave into belly of beast

And become vast ocean’s feast

With no fear of Davy Jone’s locker

The true sailor knows the storm is path to Nirvana

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CREATIVE GROW

A tone def sonnet
Or a verse too terse
A sour key
You can fault it
When also for example far too verbose
Ah yes, the fine line of creativity

Subjective, yes
In beholder’s eye
Matter of opinion
However is best
When the try
Somehow stands out from the rest

But what is the test?
Did you truly mean it?
Yes?
Then that is best
Let it be free
And flow onto the next

Whilst teetering on spectrum of fickle trickle to floodgate flow

Take it quid quo pro: creative current sans attachment most grows