Voice 1 However eloquent is the spoken word,
it does not compare to the uncensored incursions
made within us.
Voice 2 Indeed a welcome sanctuary,
to which too few retreat.
Voice 1 The most descriptive words
are but a square wheeled conveyance
of the range of mans senses,
declaring what it is to "be".
Voice 2 One day - please Gods - please humanity
please mumbo-jumbo - please benevolent dictators
please big brothers - in fact dispairingly
please all unite man
to beings of his own creation.
Voice 1 Yes, one day, perhaps man,
this refugee on his own planet,
will discover the fullest movement of language
a fitting vehicle for all he has to offer,
without confrontation or fear of imprisonment.
Freed of false legacies
and hypocrisy of built in environments
man will spurn for ever
hates that eat at the very innards
of creative yearnings.
He will scorn wanton destructivenes,
conditioned heroisms
falsely channelled doubtful histories,
with facts born of fiction
and the fiction of friction.
Yes, one day he will release dormant senses
live new horizons,
without curbing the needs of each individual
and will fragment each now into accepted appraisal.
What a thought! To start like a child again.
I didnt say that ... .
Voice 2 No, for if you had
you would have wept with anticipated joy,
compassionate saviour of yourself.
You, in your rebellion, wisely
seek the structures within,
and from the wasted energy
and the pain that tore you apart
conceive a glimpse of the wine of freedom,
that has yet to come your way to taste,
but with balance born of self control
it soon will be yours to embrace.
Arise and with full-bellied sail,
accept the sight of land.
Let not your mood be lowered
by the grim wind outside
for that same force, with a bright sun,
will ripen to-morrows corn
to feed mans body first
and then perhaps his soul.
Yesterdays steep inclines lie far below,
the inclines which the morrow may not know,
and if life created love and laughter,
or stole them from you,
they are gone,
but even if you peer from an empty shell
there is still hope,
to regain what you once felt,
a workable worthiness,
no matter how different things appear to be.
Voice 1 I see you've ceased to lie
and are no longer littered
in the wreath of fallen glances.
Amid these compressed circumstances
we can find within the present, forces
that only sprung from an unholy past
which curb and threaten
the fabric of civilizations flimsy garment
impoverished to the very thread of destruction.
New bridges to the present exist,
arterials of hope and knowing are there.
It is not until we rise above
the considered heights of the ridiculous
shall we see the peaks of the impossible
with prospects.
Around us, hysteria,
like the common cold, is rampant,
yet from the very gates of despair,
comes the point of return
with time to spare.
Oh! How thankful I am
for the natural law of equation,
which tuned to soul,
can cause instant change to those
who lived near-by themselves for years,
unaware, not knowing that fires
lit in imaginations cavern
could cause an inward glow.
Then in the height of darkness
a spark became a flame.
All becomes worth while,
the same things then, are now,
yet never to be held in disdain again.
The journey is the same
but the plough assumes
a straighter furrow now,
devoid of blame.
What greater deed is there than to defend
the ever slandered individual
earthbound in reality?
Such a temporary soul,
with so much individual worth
can, when realised,
add to the common goal
and give meaning when linked to life itself.
Voice 2 I have not thought this way before.
Yes, one day, please God, his heirs and successors
teach yearning humanity,
guide universal establishment
and schools of thought.
Yes, one day man will find
within the here and now
a truer purpose in being.
Voice 1 Remember,
to be means
vulnerability.
To be
is sensitivity,
becoming more becoming,
where ever you are
no more stable
than a shooting star.
Voice 2 But it takes bravery to be
secure in insecurity.
Voice 1 Be a transiteer,
without reharnessed fear,
incandescent
though the night is near.
Be at home at all seasons
of the darkest year,
like an autumn leaf, ready
to be part of the before
of the adorning whole of ever more.
Voice 2 Ready, like the first evidence of spring?
Voice 1 Waive aside assuring protocols,
tune with the vibrations of everything,
joyful to step
beyond the privilege of censors,
to more than just being sure
within the now of evermore.
Be conscious, part of the whole,
sure never to be
less than integral part of eternity.
Smile, but no longer curbed by kisses
share the ever widening perimeters of love,
childlike, and a free respondent
of lost liberty.
Voice 2 And aware of the end with the soulless stare.
Voice 1 Whether within the censors compassionate eye
through laughter or the need to cry,
grasp without suspicion,
the magic of innocent omission,
and liberate to tears as real
as dreams awake,
which held theatres of sleep at bay
until day break.
Voice 2 Ogre. You try directing sleep,
while skipping through imaginations vast resource
into the unconscious deep
chasing to the last shadow daylights retreat.
Yet, in self applause
you lose to sleep of course.
Voice 1 Never lonely, though alone,
even in joy,
each has a chance to atone
as humanities will is done.
Life, gladdened in each seasons array,
moves sap-like unseen to the roots,
conserving love like lovers may
evergreen, deep in admiring glances,
like the sun that shines
defying winters stances,
a silent guardian of natures changing need
that meets survival within the deed.
Taught in laughter
or the needed first cry
life unashamed grasps without suspicion
or desire to lie
light years beyond sedition!
Voice 2 Pragmatist! Surely historys littered course
shows powers mis-use by force.
But its too late to proportion guilt
or confront in anger for the blood long spilt
in untruthful appraisal of dogmas obsessed belief.
Both judge and jury are now
with all on trial, with true relief.
Therefore simply let us address now
and cease this self-denial vow.
Voice 1 Come now! Not tomorrow!
Take from your hand explosives like Gomorrah.
Cry halt, before each symptomatic embryo of salt.
How can we revolt conceive
and at the same time collisions course believe?
The expectations of the human embryo
must be led or they will fail.
Think what it is
to work long years for those who cannot know,
or tilt a lying tower to an unshone star.
Yet strive with love
in times of adverse trend,
for here you always were and ever are,
forever cheated by a heartfelt power
that would surely bow to honour more.
Live on, Oh garland of creations frame,
swear not to spill anothers blood in war.
Stay, gauntlet, down
firm in the strength
that only the strong are truly gentle
and only the gentle walk alone,
and let no night fall on difference, my friend.
Eloquence is forsaken for truer terrain,
and steels itself against photogenics,
no longer erecting groundless assumptions.
Know this in urgency, this evidence
smacks of a willingness to reach for lies.
Inevitably in grace
with gentleness we face
the road ahead,
seeking unity, yet alone
dwarfed not by ifs and buts
and with appointments free of fear.
Be uplifted by a peace of mind
for even within the storm
part of humanity
is unconquerable as the sea.
Be not robbed by conjecture
or hypothetics goalless aims.
Know simple reward by addressing now,
and let tomorrow answer tomorrow.
Voice2 Is not controlling yesterday
the explosive price we must pay
for not controlling now today?
Voice 1 Within these timeless fields prevails an awe,
of form and functions knowing law,
a tribute to the hereafter of herebefore
beholden within the now of evermore.
Bound in the answers of an unquestioning earth
yields, through change, an ever giving girth,
as transient kingdoms come to pass
to fall disarmed beneath unfailing grass.
Lifes infinite and timely hand
proffers supply to meet all demand,
divining what need must know
to ensure survival.
Life will awareness show
making belief, like the first smile a cosmic glance,
persuasive in promise, but leaving too much to chance.
For, galaxies beyond dogmas arresting role,
intelligence emerges unbetrayable in soul.
Voice 1 & Time does remain, free of fear
Voice 2 to go right back to the year
truth alone inspired.
Then without stress, or mis-use of force,
to alter collisions course.
Time does remain to defuse the loss of gain,
exploited to the point of crime,
yesterdays mis-use of time.
Dim lights - Ends
The Following pages of poetry were found in a context such that they seem to have been meant as inclusions in the play, and that is the context in which we place them
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