“The first person who, having enclosed a plot of land, took it into his head to say this is mine and found people simple enough to believe him, was the true founder of civil society. What wars, murders, what miseries and horrors would the human race have been spared, had someone pulled up the stakes or filled in the ditch and cried out to his fellow men: ‘Do not listen to this impostor. You are lost if you forget that the fruits of the earth belong to all and the earth to no one!’” -Rousseau, Discourse on the Origin of Inequality
Jesus and I went a ways back So far back no one else saw us Out walking about the limits of his vision Taken for the world
I said J, people will always choose the ready – mades Over their own experience They are not hard- hearted – It is just all that they can bear
To illustrate my point I walked on water Jesus gave me mouth to mouth He tasted like myrrh
Expelled and inspired I whispered The pupil is opening O Jaybird The things I have heard Hammering, barking dogs, and crying children Are horrible sounds And that is only the beginning
We will our understanding And yet believe that there is more happiness than misery – At least a relative balance! To check the validity of that sentiment “Compare the respective feelings of two animals, One of which is engaged in eating the other” True Dat Jesus, True Dat!
The pupil is an opening A cold blooded murder entails burdening A new generation with existence
Jesus and I make for the shore Propelled by hunger, sexual instinct, Mostly boredom
Everything builds in strength over water We head for the eye The waves rise and rip the trees from the land Jesus tears a piece of his robe Enough for each of us To blind ourselves to the chaos
There was a time, it's nae lang syne,
Ye might hae seen me in my pride,
When a' my banks sae bravely saw
Their woody pictures in my tide;
When hanging beech and spreading elm
Shaded my stream sae clear and cool:
And stately oaks their twisted arms
Threw broad and dark across the pool
Admit no life-saving devices
None earthly or procedural
Shaded and cool the compress
The bears make their way up stream
Foot soldiers on order
A horse and carriage to suit
The maternal dream, men return
Having reminded the bears
Not to eat so much alone
By love and a stream
The salmon spawn
By love and stream
Darkness pools
For two hungry grenadiers
Caught with fish bones
by the early morning cock-crow
No grace pardoned
Over hillside
Clouds retain their country of origins
Some kids do miss out
Some sing sometimes
To test the truth of their mouths
And there are anniversaries, festivals
Rings of fortune and time without gravity
Passes
And for the continued safety of the citizens
Committee’s propose the cuts
Some wish rather for death
Rather than see the inscapes further destroyed
Every tree has an enemy – few have an advocate
The word is intercepted by the image
And so leads to dreaming awake
With axe at root he felled thee to the ground And barked of freedom—O I hate that sound
Song walks with us
Sings in watery tones
As migratory birds
Play scatter the river
With grenadier’s bones
Friday, July 31, 2009
Last in, First out
The tree has not hurt anyone and is not guilty of anything
