A Realm Of Leaves Seeking Trees In A Sky Of Lies

Philosophical thoughts delving into that which we are told in comparison that which we think we know, but honestly do no know may be taking place right before our eyes, a harvest of Humanity.

A Realm Of Leaves Seeking Trees In A Sky Of Lies

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Copyright © 2015 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

All Rights Reserved

I have left the calm realm of sanity,

having entered the realm of reality.

I see what I saw in seeing what I saw,

without me seeing that what I see is,

what I saw without me seeing it, at all …

I saw what I saw, I saw, I saw,

It had not fur, nor beak, nor paw,

but a big tail, scales, and claws,

it walked among men like a man,

speaking to men as only a man can,

so slyly devouring the men, who ran ...

Words whispered into the tiniest of ears,

seldom do rattle the prattling windows,

of this great Rancho Grande of a world,

or those among us who do watch over it …

All the small leaves at one time had trees,

trees seeking to please boots called roots,

while the roots, they suck dry the ground,

in their great aspirations to reach the sky,

but who stops to think of the when, or why,

why do you and I go to the sky when we die?

Who among the leafy trees honestly believes,

they will receive an answer from boot's roots,

for who gives a damn, who at all gives a hoot,

that is not just a retelling of yet another lie?

Why the sky, why the sky, oh why,

why is the sky so very, very, high,

so distantly far from finger's reach

for all those who would aptly teach,

those who would see for themselves,

what lies above you and I in the sky,

that snuffs out life, as swatting flies,

and that from above, and from on high,

powered by the ties of most ancient lies? ...

For it is the time of the great harvest,

a time of year when the some shall die,

having grown to a completion's goal,

for those who shall be harvested whole,

fat and sassy, what a way to go, though,

far better than to go only skin and bones,

slaughtered beneath the golden thrones,

of glowing globes upon yon horizons,

let us go my son, we must run, yes run … !

I have more to say, tomorrow, today,

but there is no time to dally or play,

for it might ruin those very last days,

of those who hold sway, forking hay,

to cattle quietly chewing a cud of lies,

so contented in apathy, none the wise,

soon to be harvested, rise to the skies ...

Eat, live, laugh, and be content,

think not of this life as some rent,

sorrow not over loved ones lost,

no matter how great is your pain,

nor how high the cost of your loss ...

Our payday is but a day away from yesterday,

a day when we shall pay for our time at play,

there is no escaping, no nothing for us to say,

so eat and play until that day becomes today,

and rest knowing you are the good for those,

who would feed upon all that you once were,

earth raised, choicest, prime cattle, not a cur …

(Written October 15^th, 2015)

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Our payday is but a day away from yesterday,
a day when we shall pay for our time at play,...
Great lines Marvin for your interesting and insightful poem...Really did enjoy it...
I have been away from reviewing and writing for a while as I was unable to type due to some broken bones.
But now I am back...I have a new poem, Temptation I posted yesterday.
Lisasview, still in Spain

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Hello Da Howdy, Lisa,

It is so very good to hear from you ... Be it known that you have been missed by old farts from Texas like me, and you can take that statement to the bank ... Thank you for reading this unusually contrived philosophical poem that speaks of all the mass confusion going on in the world around us, as within the smokescreen we are blinded by, there is likely a more profoundly ominous truth which our mind's eyes simply do not, cannot, possibly refuse, to see and comprehend ...

Marve

[jacob erin-cilberto]

'cattle chewing a cud of lies" and yet they always seem so docile, so content.
Maybe they just turn the other cheek. We should do that more often...maybe less wars if we did.
I especially love the first two stanzas and the play on words.
j.