Ode To The Untamed And Unrestrained Ferocity (Ode To Jocelyn)
Yours is a breathtaking and invigorating beast,
That thrashes over all it purviews.
And crushes perceptions of what should be.
Consuming the walls that constrain within it,
The most self-inflicted of limitations.
Bang, oh bang loudly your drum!
Pound against the wall!
With your mighty, mighty fist of certitude,
So defiant, it collapses under the unfettered joy of its own existence.
Bang, oh bang thunderously and concussively your tambour!
That it may yet resound,
With deep, deep inflections felt,
So profoundly within the collective consciousness that is all.
Cry out like the banshee that you are,
And sing the praise of denial that we have cherished so long within us,
With false pride and self-deceit.
Sing it loud.
Sing it wantonly.
Sing it indescribably.
But know that you sing for us all.
For we long to hear.
For thine ears thirst for the utter and absolute, pristine clarity of a single, unaffected whisper.
A whisper that slices with the shards of a thousand exploded mirrors,
Across the cascades of a thousand exploded galaxies,
As it releases a thousand yet more unexplored, and unexpressed possibilities.
This is the cry of the UN-forlorn.
This is the cry of the unsoothed,
Of the unseen,
Of the unmitigated.
And no circumstance shall it appease.
No circumspect shall it succumb to.
Ever.
This is the brandishment of uncontainable truth.
This is the wielding of unbridled fury.
This is the revealing of the incorruptible aftermath,
That settles assuredly and steadfastly upon the tongue,
Still present eons after the glitter and bravado has all but tarnished and faded away.
Faded to less than even the most shaky and unconvincing of descriptions,
Foreign yet to those who yearn for it still.
Let it wail above the cacophony of the imploding silence that contrives to subtly contain us.
Let it glide blithely upon an expanse so devoid of definition,
That even a single, solitary attempt to contemplate it would render it asunder.
Let it fitfully and restlessly sleep within the harried confines of our harried breast.
And let it burgeon within.
For burgeon, surely it must.
Shake loose the shrouds.
Shake loose the foundations.
Shake loose the verily brazen existence that threatens us all.
Shake it to dust and call it to task.
For it SHALL be taken to task,
And it SHALL be called to answer.
"I call you, I call you, oh Decreer of Deception!"
"I call you, I call you, oh Instigator of Illusion!"
"I call you more, oh Fashioner of Fiction!"
"For you have been exposed for the flimsy facades you manifest,
Within your self-deluded and self-glorified reason for being."
"You have been found out and you have been ousted, none too soon!"
"For the shadow that is cast is but a shallow remnant of what never was."
"I call on you now to pay heed and secede!"
"I call on you now to surrender and be freed!"
"I call on you now to foster close attention to the awakening within!"
"For IT is your true master and it has found a voice, unbridled at last."
We are incredible. We are limitless. We are silent no more. We ARE.
Jocelyn, this is for you. Remain robust and unconstrained.
With the greatest and most fervent of admiration and respect;
SAG
In speechless, sanguine sanctity....I stand in Divine Acknowledgement of Us
In unabashed fervor, bliss rolling like enthralled thunder through the chasms of being,
Jocelyn
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Glorious brother disrobed, thunderous does your cry ripple through the unlocked gates of my seethingly rapturous body.
Like fish swimming through tall prairie grasses
The nose and mouth sweep through Dragon Lilies in glasses
Wonder is might and night is light
The silence of the one winged flight awakens
the roar of a moonless night.
**Somehow*
I jumped to the moon and back.
Where did you go, said the mouth to the eye.
You did not see me?
Where did you go?
I jumped to the moon and back.
* *Somewhere*
The tail wags the dog and
the wing swings the wind
The waves heave the ocean and
the sky kisses the earth
Where you and I meet.
given for the online course Poetic Perpectives by Dhani
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