Starover Blue
an epic poem
Canto I: A Testament To Insecurity
1. Notice there a woodland choir in the dire
nest casting hymns as atop a black spire;
Missing refuted matrimonial — —
— — Division (usual colonial
Imposition) of secret company,
They’ll burn off costs from regal custody;
Feel scorched ground for soil rises excessive
(I did decry their ways are regressive),
With bindings that strap a child to the slab,
10. Its heart beats aquiver for them to stab.
Keep to myself as we are wont to do,
The kid’ll be fine remove it from view,
If it gets set free I will never know,
Disregard their fun and my age shall grow.
Maybe they’d see me peering from outside,
Invite me in, with them I would reside,
To capture the faith through senseless chanting;
Zombies commune to impart their canting.
A worm to the rain when heat conquers day,
20. Timetables crossed, a journey tossed astray.
I’d rather take a forlorn river walk,
My clothes disheveled, have no one to talk
But myself in compacted thoughts and rage;
The compassionate mind is what I wage,
To progress in a time when love scatters,
Amidst the reign of sporadic satyrs;
Independence through wistless theory,
Motivated by a certain dreary,
Knowledge of the truth hidden in deceit,
30. Under the thumb of those who will compete.
There may always be a bleak distinction,
Within the conscious (a staunch addiction),
Guiding the meek with a forceful entry,
Turning them into supplementary,
Food for the swine whose glutton fats the calf;
Cannibalizing a loquacious staff,
Plucked on their knees, placed into destructive
Routes for greed perceived to be inductive,
Of industrial dreams fueling great honor;
40. The seed of man is nurtured for fodder.
A scythe to grass seizing public freedom,
Corpsing at blunders, haggling season;
Hearts and minds, the many and the few,
Line up in droves to witness a debut;
Survival games indemnifying joy,
Promising lies expected to deploy,
Secret police surveying outsiders
(Publishings of all kind stripped from insiders);
Eyes in the rear view watching vehicles,
50. To break their tail you’ll need some miracles.
I’d like to consider passions practice,
Painstaking ploys embarking the tactless,
On ventures of linear conclusion,
Weeping at peoples sudden exclusion;
‘Til death do we not part legacy binds,
The work to be done constantly reminds,
That wherever you go there will be tides;
An ebb and flow is altering both sides.
What you believe today dies tomorrow,
60. As rich ideas descend into sorrow.
Poor ole sir you have been in the puzzle,
Howling at street lamps starting to sizzle,
Sussed out each time remembering the past.
If any of those dreams actually’d last,
The days would shine bright with new inventions,
Respect for the little and grand conventions,
Making our defined dimensions shimmer,
While barbarity becomes much dimmer;
Yet dusk supersedes interrupting dawn,
70. Unidentified potentials have gone.
That’s okay sweet generational wolves,
We’ll steer this ship with broken horns of bulls.
Fat body money eaters take the sack,
New philosophies force landmarks to crack,
Skeletons in the closet who laugh and smile,
Knowing equality comes with exile;
Pick your battles, use either knives or spoons,
Counting hours as adversity balloons,
Into liberations masted revolt,
80. Those oppressive doors we’ll try to unbolt.
Eternity croaks at the sight of dead
Children clutching branches from overhead.
Steel in hand dominates the stolen land,
Hard to believe all the trouble was planned.
Rapid expansion extends party ties,
Corporate collusion and social lies.
Dogmas fervor spills out disparaged source,
Quisling nations meet unstoppable force,
Walking back their finished material,
90. Hoping we’ll forget the imperial
Conquest of jungles, deserts and plains,
Changing terrain to bury cleansed remains.
A comedy to some sordid leaders,
Shaking hands with renewable breeders,
Commissioning walls to keep in traitors,
One community led by dictators.
Man mutates through the power of gods might,
Herding followers to the edge in spite
Of loves featureless accompaniment;
100. Their cruel and unusual punishment.
Tachycardia from salt in your food,
Smoke in lungs, antidepressants for mood —
— swings in roundabouts popping the question;
How much must we commit to aggression?
Resources combined to make new weapons,
Centuries call the present and threatens
Using nuclear sound effects on tap,
Ninety-two kids through uranium gap,
Irradiated with double eye sets,
110. In heat they freeze and in cold their skin sweats.
Sent home from school fearing transmittable —
— afterglow on faces permutable,
Embarrassed, suffering, wise and anxious;
Junk in the hall makes organs look xanthous.
Nothing else to do with crippling boredom,
Panic boils by a perceptive autumn
Glance every year at what is to follow;
Witness symptoms of the pills we swallow.
An alternative process hurling a
120. Common reality into the fray.
There were occasions when we’d walk freer
Than evenings cast in light by our dealer,
Stuck in the house, healing experience,
Never really making a difference,
With scowling grins concealing absent wit,
Talking about trauma as we’d see fit,
Believing the world to be in our grasp,
Despite it releasing its gentle clasp,
Dropping us miles from a sweltering sun
130. Into embitterment which we had won.
Now Argo journeys from Thessaly heights,
In search of Colchis, golden shoreline sights
(Where the feast of a liver does linger),
To take home the fleece, a fortune bringer.
Hope for the future and ‘rightful’ owners,
When tragedy besets apt controllers,
Wading in the Mediterranean,
For truth within the subterranean
Hive at large diving further further down,
140. Bringing with them nonconformists to drown.
Tranquilize all your anxieties well
Or risk being driven to a fresh hell,
Imagined and produced and maimed and sought,
By heroes, villains — the few who had bought
Mesmerizing waves in close liaison
With supporting actors to depend on.
Forming a whole that’s difficult to budge,
Evolving and crawling up from the sludge.
But never you mind this fleeting worry
150. As long as you’re committed to hurry.