jimmy.mankind 2011 / new blood

 Poetry
Jun 112012
 

read it and weep!
every word writ in disappearing tears:

*new blood***

jimmy.mankind 2011*

*[w/Bar Intro]*

* *

*HEY YOU! Over by the door! *

*Wake! up! that man from sleepin’ on da floor.*

*This day he could become something more!*

*Hey! you! With your head down at the bar.*

*Listen! UP! This day you may become a star! *

* *

*All we want to know is…,*

*one simple question from jimmy mankind:*

*What color is da condition *

*Of what’s goin’ on inside your mind? *

*So?*

*Is the color green your existential scene?*

*Allegiance to the planet just enuff for you?*

*Or do you still play the fool *

*for the good ol’ red, white, and blue?*

*Well, if Red is for the duped dead,*

*who bled all over the burning sand,*

*And White is for the voracious over-fed*

*Members of the ruling clan, *

*Blue is for the strange fruit that ripens*

*Through the deep dark night,*

*And falls as endless fire and fright*

*Upon the Children of the Universal Light.*

* *

*So are you loyal to our Leader*

*Who blows up all your dreams?*

*Who answers every question*

*with nothing like it seems?*

*While half the world (he’s after)*

*wakes up screamin’ from their dreams?*
*
*

*If so…What the world needs now is some*

*NEW BLOOD!*

*Because :*

*This is the age of tainted information and*

*this is the age of the unfinished public tale.*

*This is the age of incomplete characterizations*

*of dogs and gods and men all lost on the trail*

*to misbegotten Meccas at the end of erroneous quests*

*raising funds via ideological promises given in various jests.*

*‘Cause:*

*This is the age of incompetent confirmation*

*Of events that never were meant*

*To be brought to public attention*

*(and certainly weren’t heaven sent.)*

*This is the age of Spinning Doctors*

*telling us all it’s OK to get bent*

*By characters even they lament *

*the Board of directors*

*mistakenly caused to be sent.*

*(Causing the fabric of tension *

*‘tween strife and romance*

*to be surrealistically rent.)*

*So this is the time for new blood.*

*This is the call for the next *

*Generation.*

*This is the pulse that pulls man*

*Woman and child*

*To the new age.*

*This is the day for the new resolution.*

*This is the hour of the promise fulfilled.*

*This is the moment of Gaia stepping up,*

*Finally speaking so even the elders*

*Will know.*
*
*

*This is the time laughter escapes *

*From the darkened soul.*

*(And the moment of recognition*

*that we are all parts of a whole.)*

*This is the time for the honest leader.*

*This is the time for the quality fight.*

*This is the time for a forceful meter and *

*This is the time for remedial light.*

*This is the time for greater exposure.*

*This is the time for full disclosure*

*…and this is the time…*

*Time is on the side of Life.*

*This is the time life is freedom:*

*This is the time for expression, choice.*

*So this is the time force is superfluous*

*–and will not work–*

*Because:*

*This is the time that what’s right is might.*

* (Remember, there will be casualties, strewn upon the fields of fire.
**So cry for their departed souls. But do not be sad. Pay them homage, **for
they were chosen to serve the Evolution of Mankind…in their sad role **as
destroyers of ignorance. Nor be angry, for they died for all of us **who
still carry the evil seed. The flames that burst from their **Departed
Souls light the paths we must follow to arrive at future **Innocence. The
job of we who survive is to keep this flame alive as a **reminder of a Road
we travel in common.)*

*
*

*For this is the pulse of the universe speaking *

*and calling and pulling us up to take a stand.*

*This is the end of love’s disappearance.*

*This is the mind of life itself unfolding, *

*Like a flower growing out of a hand.*

*This is the wave Humanity must catch.*

*This is the color of Truth that we see.*
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*This is the power of Hope’s sweet fruition:*

*The realization,*

*In the light of the Sun and the Moon and the Stars*

*And the shade of the Trees,*

*that you, me, us, them,*

*All are nothing*

*But*

*We.*

*–omtatsat–*

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