Epitaph

Well they say that the fat lady has sung and its all over bar for the shouting, the lid has been lifted on the secret dealings of the high and mighty and that old can of worms has been sifted, they have been weighed and measured and found wanting, how can they pretend to be the voice of reason in the wind of change as it blows away the fears of the unknown when their hands are all dirty from their collective dealings, the last bastion, that stronghold of the week minded and idealistically led, has finally crumbled to Gabriel’s horn. The trumpeting at the end of time begins to shake the foundations of the modern day Jericho. While leaders just think that no matter what is going on they must just simply assume charge and steer the course ever closer to that old rock of ages, and that no matter what has gone before and no matter how useless they have been, can we pull them up before the masonry starts to crumble from that first banking crash. Can someone take the helm and steer away from the brink of no return.

 
Let the true festival of love begin, and not just a mere summer which is remembered by those that say they were there, and was just that little taste of honey that was given to the children at the forefront of the revolution, the hippy dippy rose colored spectacles of the drug induced joys of heaven that re-lit the light of reason as it is still, and always has been, voiceless. The lowest in the land that ubiquitous common man will now be exalted to the highest and all those that have the ego to think that they know better, they are still not the keen edge of knowing, that is developed at the front line of life as it is lived by the moral majority at the sharp end.

 

The last dance is always a slow one for the sake of propagation’s needs so now we can stop this can-canning in a helter skellter that is like some manic diminishing waltz on a headlong rush into oblivion, all this was happening in the land that believes in life eternal, fir the name o the we man. Time to change the record, tired of hearing about money shortages, from the chiefs of short changing and penny pinching, for that just sounds criminal to the senses. Tired of the dirge that is the hoops that constantly have to be jumped through every single day set by someone that is not our moral superior or our better, that old fashioned take charge kind of being will try to grasp the lead from the dullard as he stumbles and trips his way through his light fandango. The day is ended for random chance, the way is clear for the dance without fear. So ask your partner and get ready to smooch for the light of love is fast winging its way to this domain, that has gone without since the sixties. For that light that they held in place is the focus for has been in place for four decades now, it is in dire need to feel release from the burden of keeping time when all around there has been discord with no havens for sanctuary or respite, ‘come in she said for I will give you shelter form the storm’ sounds about right for the every day norm.

 

Hearing the mockery of rule that is coming out of the dialogue of the recent west end farce, cannot be mistaken for a great jest or tragic comedy but is more like a travesty of justice. For they projected their own shortcomings onto us and hounded us for the thought of our imagined crimes and persecuted the groups that could not defend themselves, single parents, the unemployed, the sick and infirm, not an honourable deed from the superior man to be seen. As they hit the world stage, as reported to us by the unbiased interpretations of corporate bodies and groups that target the glaringly obvious with a glee driven hunger that hell-hound pack of news chasers, the freshly unleashed dogs of war that stir the common breast to righteous anger without the facts, and plays on our natural outrage and resentments to ignite a fire that Guy Fox was stopped from lighting all those centuries ago. While we that are the DJ’s of life all know when its time to change the record. It stands to reason that we cant all be suffering from the altzimers mentality that seems to be afflicting the rule and missing the exceptions, so never listen to the exception to the rule for it just goes to prove that the pack mindset is still influencing the tide as it ebb’s and flows, but as captains of the airwaves we can now soar above this water clogged limitation of the convenient mindset that just simply follows the beast track laid down by the previous generations of failed civilizations that were ground to dust in the steady march of time that now produces the sands of time as they all crumbled to ruin. All this in the wake of the wind of changes as it regales the procession of time, formally known as death. So let the procession begin as it promenades its way into the annals of future history. The time is coming for the meek to inherit their reward as the searing light of truth is singeing the wings of the high flying lovers of the golden Dias. For truly what has left the ground must inevitably return to it either in a controlled fashion or in an almighty crash.

 

Harmony dispels discord and so sets the tone for the new tune for the next dance as it begins its balanced partnership and harmonious progression played out on its ten scaled range that charms all lifes dancers to their feet even as the weariness of tired souls is washed away in the refreshing sound of innervating compelling command of the mastery of sound over the limitations of the soul, the regeneration is a renewal process that will enervate all the life that is presently incarnate. 

 

The times they are a changing, things are rearranging and the dance of life has undergone a down shift in pace and a development in its chaotic gyrations to the more amenable comfort paced instead of the exercise level of the cut and thrust. Live long and prosper children of the new age for your time has finally come, so as the genus dictates ‘Make hay while the sun shines, making light of love not just under the cover of the mistress of the night that ancient moon as she reflects like a mirror her response of the love of light that has reached her heavenly body from across the expanse of the solar system, as she dances her hide and seek rhythmic and cyclic steady passage through the obstacles of life with the partner of her choice. It is now and for everyone of the ladies to make their choice so that the goddess can bless all of the sisters of truth and love as they secure the one that is forever for them, no more shopping around for you will now know the one as they are met, no need to weigh it up or ponder the likelihood for feelings will no longer be denied or suppressed.

 

Never stooping to assist or save those that cannot stand unassisted, for every cripple finds their own way to walk, and so they will find their way to paradise eventually the genus is so programmed to proceed, limitations as ever are the cultivated tools of the conquerors who divide to rule. The way forward is surely united we stand after this latest fall it just stands to reason.

 

Sometimes when life asks us to make a fool of ourselves we may all learn the greatest lessons of life if we can ever suppress prides follies as they wrestle for control, when it is now glaringly blatant that control is only an illusion for the week minded, faith is the only way forward out of hell, and we can either work our passage or take the leap of faith, that requires all beings to square off their broad shoulder to carry a little bit more of the load being shed at the topmost level. For the myopic fools at the top have only ever seen through helpless delusions, and repressed projections, that have been foisted on them by the previous failed generations, instead of taking the brave new step that is the bold approach to finding the way forward and out of the quagmire that is the legacy of second hand thinking practices that have been handed down to the already fallen, take a leaf out of the book, of those people that have been here since the dawning of time, and will be here until the last chime.

 

You may deal with the devil for all that hope makes you think that you can have by chance, for when the dealing is done you will still have to prance to the tune of the lord of the dance.  If you dealt with the devil to soon, then you will dance to a very short tune. But to beat the devil at his own game, what prize to beat the barterer of infinite shame, imagination limits the basic needs of the nice, to the exalted extents of eternal paradise.

 

Bartering is the action of active deception and a satisfied customer is someone that did not need or was not hampered by the broken part of the goods or was not affected by its limitations, the rest throw away the unwanted purchase after a few weeks.

 

Heaven is empty and hell is full, for low self esteem makes a man a fool.  Industry is crooked and ply’s a dishonest trade, the devil racks up the numbers to steal ahead of fate, with penal clauses and claw back paragraphs hidden in volumes of pages, where the eager to sign bought sins own wages. When did you last buy something that ever lived up to the hype and bragging, just look at our heaps of rubbish to see something is lacking. Cheep goods are all glitz and made in haste, with no provisions for the management of waste. The charioteer of life will now take the reigns of the black horse and the white, reigning in the runaway team to referee the flight. From a walk to a trot or even a cantor, the pace can now be set with the best of banter. Over the cliff the fool fell down, delusions ideals are what tripped the clown.