Oz Milieu: GENIE a poem
Oz Milieu (for
Edgar)
written by Mary Power (2012-2013)
The sky
a dark doorway
love signs light
before our eyes
then slowly drifts away
Ashes
Ashes
ashes
to destruct to raw unexpectedly
tears don’t fall
no sounds at all
In the heat of a summer night
sounds of no sounds
all around
Ashes
Dust to dust
emptiness
To destruct
Alone
The Silent Forest stands
witness to the untamed law
Lao Tsu made reference to
It takes awhile to recognize
something unnoticeable recurring
but raw comes unexpectedly
through blood
through bones
through the sinews
In the big city
we smell diesel
and forget about it
Its fresh enough
But in the forest
In the night
fast asleep
a smelly coyote returns
slow to wake
slow to recognize
then awake and recognize
again
familiar now
Ozmilieu
Remaining unseen but not un-smelled
Oz Milieu
In the canyon below
the coyote choir sounds off
Did you ever hear
One out-laugh
the best witch
in a freaky mockery?
In the daylight
It’s noticeable
So many people want to be noticed
Some want to look like someone else
Some want blatant manufactured glands labeled to their chest
for fun
In this term, of enhanced mutilation
Most can’t handle innuendo
Most love scared squares and boxes
And clean straight non-existent lines
Supposedly normal
But that doesn’t even exist in an oval riverside
The place bees dance
and bears give high fives
The arc of innocence never late to arrive.
Some want to be the winning millionaires
Some want to be famous
But what is fame
without singing
Money money money muh ney
Money
Strange so it seems
to be happy
to be nobody
Take a spin
A whirling wheel of discontent and happiness
that Land or shore
Of bittersweet dilemma
familiar now
Ozmilieu
Remaining unseen but not un-smelled
Contract
Release
Contract release
Maybe living faster
Not so fast
in the long run
Sans priorite
makes inertia glue
get stuck to
Take a spin
To priorities place
North west south east above below
the center axis moves in arcs
This tiny blue dot whirring
Not worrying
about 1000 mph
Does anything take pause
Dance outside where the world is round
Dance inside where the world is wide
stretch a nanosecond
feel the sound
of silk and air
in raven’s wing
as natural
as life playing L I F E
Some people will talk
Money
Money is love
Love is money
Some people will listen
Create from this raw
these ashes
this doorway
A motion that is rare
a sarcophagus is born
from ashes that are cosmic
But that’s not all is it
layers strip away
a preserve
the real inner glow of the show
Ahhhh the darkness
underneath these wraps
soft radiance after the gauzy decay
there is a fire here
and not there
Oh true
Most recent times require a strong breastplate for the women
Made of husk and sheaths
from fallen trees
if only with invisible mirrors
To dance on battlefields of negativity
Nature will not forget
Pick a topic
Spin the wheel
Accumulated sorrow
then pop a pill
just think
don’t feel
Pop that pill
Fake that life
blow a little gasket in your hand hell (-ed) basket
the auctioneer droning on about
the gazillion side effects that will kill
it may not be likable
but it’s preferable standing raw and alone
mutter some unlearned fear
familiar now
Ozmilieu
Remaining unseen but not un-smelled
The Sirens
she spirals down a downer
On the radio waves
The calls on cognitive dissonance
Was it good for you
Conjuring a weakening
Arranging a rage
Add another pill-pop with a higher gauge
Living the horrors over and over again
Until what
It becomes you
Like a glamourous wedding gown
those tyrants justify
everything in the end
legalizing harm and greed
and genocide
then interrogating the Ocean Mother
So many re-writes to his story
It’s a brow beat
Any chance to dispose the surplus re-writes in HIS bible
Recycles Blaspheme
The kindergarten circle
Ashes ashes
We all keel over from malnourishment and rape
It’s not easy to not see hate
to see beauty
It’s not easy to not hate
to see beauty
Write her story in the ash
It goes like this
Hate is a corrosive that castrates its bearer
Hate is a corrosive that mutilates its wearer
Hate is a corrosive that sneaks in with righteousness
Hate is a corrosive camouflaged in justifications
Allay in the alkalescent
Or
something like this
Don’t become what you hate
Right her story
out of ash
her nature
beauty and sorrow
Without approval
She dances
the wave of a raven’s wing
could change it all
People understand the raven’s wing mystery
People see beyond the ash
Not to be
Never more
