A Realm Of Leaves Seeking Trees In A Sky Of Lies

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

A piece spawned via muse of a vision? ... A hallucination? ... Over worked imagination? ... Having watched too much Star Trek and far too little Leave It To Beaver? ... Could be ... Yet, this oddity of a poem came into my mind's eye in a matter of split seconds back in 2015 during an evening of having over consumed a vast quantity of good ole black coffee . I share it for those who actually believe in Reptilians, because I don't, necessarily, but I did see what I saw in seeing what I saw in not understanding why I saw what I saw at all ... Enjoy if you can ...

 

A Realm Of Leaves Seeking Trees In A Sky Of Lies

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 15th, 2015)

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn

Copyright © 2015 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn

All Rights Reserved


Submitted: November 18, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn. All rights reserved.

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Steven P. Pody

Been there, done that. Don't you hate it when a giant sapient lizard gnaws on your vitals? Puhleezzzzz... An interesting vision, sir. Earth raised, a taster's choice by coldest blood occur. (ref to your coffee). Thanks for the stroll through your very fertile imagination!

Thu, November 19th, 2020 12:38am

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Thank you for reading ... One never knows what one will find lurking within the human mind ...

M

Sun, November 22nd, 2020 7:18am

clyde

Wow, complex and thought provoking. I liked it.

Fri, November 20th, 2020 1:48am

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Thank you for reading and for the kind word that this piece most likely does not deserve, but that truly are appreciated ...

M

Sun, November 22nd, 2020 7:17am

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