Can You Believe It

Can other-worldly genii be real -- or only imagined?

Shining with startling promise

 of new energies,

Can other-world genii be real,

 or only imagined?

Perspectives weird, boundless

 and dazzling stalk

Man's circuitous traipse

 toward waiting sod.

Legends and tracings as old

 as stone titillate

With mystery lights,insights,

 almond-eyed interlopers,

Unexplained aerial displays

 and proclivities.

Fringe media cite breakthrough

 patents and dead geniuses.

Only genetic superimposition can

 explain man's evolution.

Still we are spared the truth

 of supposition,

And worthy dissension grows

 over possible deception.

Some point at power brokers

 rated above-top-secret

Who silence the proofs even to

 the top world leaders

Fearful of ritual disembowelment

 and swift retribution.

Most of us stand with blank stares

 somewhere between synergy

And hope that our ever-reborn

 spiritual spark

Will somehow find that final mark

 of good works,

Leaving behind all fiendish hate

 and greed so pervasive

In militaristic insistence on

 whose is the true god.

When we meekly trust our fate

 to other's discretion,

We see ourselves daily drowning

 in contempt and oppression.

That German Nazi demon ferried

 the world to the brink

When good people refused to see, 

 forsaking obligation.

The rapacious wolves close in

 at first vacuum

Of apathy, when commoners let

 greed, egos and power lust

Blind them to that inevitable 

 perversion of the good.

As did muted Germans stand

 watching in tranced denial

Naked lambs flow to slaughter,

 so now do we trust

Those clandestine, contemptible,

 unchecked camps who discredit

The truth of our scientific guns,

 already drawn and cocked --

Fascinating exigencies, free fuel

 and exotic human potentials.

Will humanity's ascendancy be marred;

 will we draw the death card?

Our demons feed on our blind fears

 and fan the flames

Of our desperation, playing us all

 for the fools we are --

Driving our fouling gas-powered cars

 only to dream of the stars.

Author's Note

We have all heard about archeological evidence of profound mysteries And why does it have to stay secret? I hope some of it turns out to be real.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i think this would make a great rap song! lots of ills in a world material .. intrinsic human weakness stimulates the blight ... i, personally, turn to God ... the Creator ... the Alpha and Omega .. that one! interesting your write draws on the past Nazi horrors ... when one sees freedoms eroding bit by bit ...easy to feel a little helpless ... here in the good ol' USA ... we vote as intelligently as we can .. then its up to our Reps to do what they said they would ... it can never work without some modicum of trust...all the tripe about Russian interrupting and polluting our electoral systems is no new news ... they, as well as all players, try to influence other countries ... funny how they don't really have to do anything but raise the doubt ... thats all ... create mistrust and they have won already .. so sorry! i got a bit off into me own thing there ;(
i read you poem out loud as a rap ... very effective .. lots of pointed social commentary ... a warning as i read it ... thanks for sharing Big Foot!
E.

[bigfootprint]

Thanks, Einstein. Yes we all ride the ferry of trust. and whatever is left we leave to divine providence. I know I do. While I am not rushing the issue, I am eager to rise to "being revealed unto". It will be fascinating, no matter what.

[Einstein Noodle]

i hear you sir! no rush ... but excited too ;)

[Clif]

I think things of the otherworld are real. You saw things that cannot be explained by science. And our fouling gas powered cars in the future should become a thing of the past.

[bigfootprint]

Interesting response. I have seen and experienced some interesting stuff. I am beginning to think maybe our dreams are more than just video flashbacks of imaginary people and scenes. Still working on that theory for later treatment.

[Franco]

"Our demons feed on our blind fears and fan the flames." I don't know how you came up with that line, but very true indeed. This was a creative poem and very enjoyable.

[bigfootprint]

Why thank you, Franco. So glad you like it. Too often the esoteric stuff falls on deaf ears of realists. I do love the think of such possibilities.

[Catherine Donavon]

Wow, I love this. Powerful! It is up to the artists to ask the hard questions and speak the hard truths as you do here with eloquence, style and intelligence.

[bigfootprint]

Thank you, I saw your bio. We have much in common, I do hope we can become friends as poets.

[bigfootprint]

I am mostly a mere conduit, but I can't say from where the words come. They come in moments of quiet contemplation when I let the mind roam free.

[Catherine Donavon]

I have that experience as well, especially with my song writing.

[bigfootprint]

I write songs too, but too bashful to sing in public. I do fire up a country standard on my PC karaoke program sometimes when nobody is around.