The Mighty Therapist of the mountain

The mighty therapist of the mountain

descended acacia scented woodland paths,

robes flowing, esoteric wind

and a staff of ash,

finely carved in pagan magic

with the wisdom of a thousand

prophets,

whispering through his brain,

and saw the carnage,

the damage,

of inflicted blue on blue

blutallity

and watched the broken dreams

and sighed,

a winsome eye,

corruption of the soul,

in midday, madday,muckle afternoon

 21st century destruction blues

the broken disentangled,

The Master wrote dead poems in the sand

to be washed away by sea

and read on distant beaches,

by monks that understand,

sent backwards haikus

to Sirius

just to see if she would understand,

and she did

and she would

and she could

I sense the corrupt, damaged souls

I see mental disorder

and fucked up family blues

I see the sickness within, within,

on the outside

looking out,

come to me, heathen

and I will soothe the pagan Celtic knot

give us answers, wisdom, knowledge,

give us justice,

give us some kind of something

to ease us through the callous,

calamitous disengaged day,

The shaman smiled,

cranked up the volume

stared banging out a 

2 -1, 2 - 1, savage beat

we will, we will rock you,

please, wiseman, oracle, ydrazzil,

answer our questions, give us hope,

how do we ascend and transcend

"F**k yer ma and kill yer da,

and tell that thieving b*****d Freud

f**k all,

I f**k you and goodnight,"

The Mighty Therapist of the mountain;

stargazing,

wine in hand

Silence was his word.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Whew! You can throw down some satire, my friend! Everything about your message made me laugh over "new age" hokus-pokus spirituality (into which I've been known to delve) . . . as I sit cross-legged on the cusp of a hopeful wave of insight, yet stifling my jaded tendency to spoof every sacred shaman you're shitting on in your poem here *wink! wink!* I love a fully-engaged slam of delusional thinking, even if it's my own tendencies we're spoofing (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

Haha, loved this review, you captured the essence of my nonsense perfectly, FWI sitting cross legged on the cusp of a hopeful wave of insight can be quite a painful thing, watch out for your modesty and take care,

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ok think I will go sit in a warm bath with a large scotch and cold Gilette for a friend. You have a way with saying that all is futility in such an artistic and informed voice one might start to think you are not Scottish!

[gram linski]

first of all there is no futility, the mighty therapist of the mountain has saved the day, second off there will be no artistic informed voice in ma f*****g poems, third off my ancestors have been fucked and married by every culture known, lol

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I bow to the mighty therapist of the mountain. Ok I lied about th eother bit, call it poetic license if you will!

[Robert Trakofler]

The selections of doctrines placed upon the handbook of preconceived beliefs is myriad. What an interesting write Gram. We live in a time where knowledge is available to any that wish it... absorption need only have an open and un-indoctrinated mind. I am always wary when one of these belief systems professes to be the only way if you don't adopt ours then you are destined for horrible things! Making the pray into prey for control and loss of intellectual truths making prey of us all.

[gram linski]

Thanks, B, the title was from a review by John Alexander McFadyen and I just let the ideas fall down a mountain, lol,personally I think any religious or political dogma is cul(n)tish, thinkers are beautiful lovers and dangerous people, you know what I'm talking about,

[Robert Trakofler]

t many things you could say more correct than that