I ask I beseech and bow on bended knee,
Please...
How have you let it get this far?
How is it that you cannot see
That your actions, thoughts and mindlessness
Are NOT building humanity?
Your philosophies, or lack of them
Are not supportive, protective of our Planets' precious cargo.
Whether it is ithe caring for the trees,
Or the provision of safery for your women and children,
Or indeed the bony brow beaten broken chests of yourselves
Your obsession with 'more'
Takes into no account
That everything and yet nothing is actually Ours?
NO! you have chosen to be limp and flaccid
In your bravissimo banal attempts
Full of lies and deception
Empty oratory
Bred from the imbalance of your heart.
How is it that you have dared,
Over and over and yet over again,
To rock the boats of our safety?
Had the gall to return us to our leaky vessels
To treacherous seas when we finally, flaillingly
Reach safe shores for one mere morsel of a moment?
Is it because of your own petty selfish and unaswered discontent?
Can you not see that on your watch we lie more frail,
Weakened and depleted.
A death mask, a carcass of our truth
Thrown casually to one side?
I protest when you claim your escrow is to protect,
To provide and buffer us from harm.
In the name of personal paltry pernicious desire
For the sorry sake of pretence and losing face
You put us all at risk.
Every single one of us;
Every man, every woman, every child,
Every plant, every beast.
I used to think that if you rested enough
If I fed you well, mopped your brow,
Tended to you with tenderness
You would waken fresh, soft and clear.
But as you lay snoring
I wept. I knew
We became weaker.
Where did that true warrior go?
Why did you leave without so much as a note
On our fresh pressed pillow?
Where and when did you learn to put intellectual principle
Before real flesh and bone
Love and life?
What gave you the right to leave me to mop up all this mysoginist mess?
Your convoluted ideals more warped over time
Leave us with a sorry withered version of thier initial self.
An aneorexic example, clothed in the finest faux fashions of our day.
The moustaches, the beards all
Clever costumes which hide the lying lips,
The chins and faces of imposters
Those who would trick you in to an allegory of deciet disguised as love,
Posing as passion, appearing as honour.
I ask of the Masculine to disrobe
To shave, to un-slave
Us all from the stories that have kept
Death and drudgery alive,
That put blocks and blinders on our eternal right to thrive.
When will you awaken from your soporific slumber,
From your drugged out half baked brains
Which swim in a soup of no soul?
When will you stop handing out pretty palcebos
Pressed from an ethic that has no heart?
I want to rise up and slap your stupid face
And show the gifts you persistently choose to ignore.
The gift of a child who carries your name
That you forget looks to you for guidance but more for love
Who worships the very ground you walk upon.
I want to remind you of the treasure of that woman
Who lies with you night upon night,
Who sacrifices her beautiful body.
She who has likely been torn apart,
Ripped into a million pieces
So you can experience a new life born to be cherished
So rare a peice of Spirit transformed into Matter
In the caring crucible of her warm womb.
Explain to me. Please do.
What is so much more important than the protection and glory of that?
What career?
What piece of land?
What culture, creed or Holy Book warrants more attention
Than the God who lies crying in a dismal cot
In a dark room of a cold hearted creche,
Or bombed out village?
I fail to understand your ways now.
I have tried.
I have given you every benefit of doubt,
I have silenced the inner sanctum of my Self; my most potent intuition.
I taped up my mouth
Muffled countless screams, pangs of passion and
Retreated to the once jewelled cave of my Divine Femininity
For what?!
To allow you to remain asleep?
To permit you to think that politcal programs
Forged from Ego are the answer?
To let you perpetuate the myth that there are special people,
Leaders, more perfect than you or I
Who will set us free?
Are you even ever present to the joy and peace our own small hearth brings?
Are you ever vaguely aware of the invisible, invincible energy
Each act of home-making brings?
Are you oblivious to the vital sense of belonging, the fragrance of security that
My small hands, tiny feet and huge heart work endlessly to create?
So numbed to the energetics of Creation are 'we',
To the fact that we are one Being expressed in 7 billion ways.
From one sail we are all fashioned.
Each individual a shard of glass
Built to catch the Light
Which we send on into all of existence
To shine, to brighten each day,
Each moment.
That thicker skin you possess
That extra muscle and budding brawn you carry,
Is not present to protect you in battles.
It is your gift, your treasure
To use.
To keep the cold from our Collective Heart.
This misguided Masculine needs to stop and take stock.
It needs to sit, be silent and listen.
No more oratory.
No more propaganda.
No more fear mongering.
No more lies disgused as some elusive truth.
It needs not to run rallies
Or march or protest.
It does not need to defend,
For there is nothing out there other than Us.
Let me strip you bare.
Let me see you walk naked with your sanctimonious Self.
Without your Parlimentarian Papers,
Without your heel spurs and swords
Without your clever speech
Without those Holy Books you hide behind.
Without your fancy suits
And well stocked bank accounts
Without your cigarettes and whiskey
Without your cricket boxes, pads and guards.
Let me take you out of glass walled buildings which stand
Imposing, penile and tall above us all.
Let me bring you down to the place where I live
Amongst the soil and flowers
Where the ants of amore bite my tender toes.
Come sit with me
In the flow of my menstrual blood
That fed you ALL.
Let me show you how the feed this hallowed ground beneath your feet.
Let me help you seep into our Earth
To find your roots and true strength there.
Put your hands upon my face
Close your eyes and feel my skin
Breathe the sweet air I expel
Travel down my tender neck
Touch my breasts
Feel the fullness, the abundance, the force of all Life
Always there.
Feel how I feed the soul with soft embrace
How my love when stripped back to its barest bones
Is unconditional.
Sit at my feet and listen carefully to the wailing whispers
Carved from my special shortened vocal chords
That will sing lullaby
To nourish every cell, every imagined embryo.
Please I beg on bended knee
From my most servile place
Please stop this pointless pillage
This impotent pretence,
This play, this staged, stooge filled situation.
I can see your scam in every man
In every woman and sorrowfully now in every child.
This is the global health care we truly crave
The salve, the balm.
The treachourous torturous illnesses that ravage our
Hills, our plains, deserts and cities
Stem from one deadly virulent virus;
A lack of Heart.
The most potent of all vaccines is love
And its cousin, compassion.
No strain of bacteria can survive a clear and open heart.
No war, no battle no soap box speech
No policy, no intellectual discourse can protect us
Like the touch,
Like the look of,
Like the surrender to love.
Your ways are not safe.
It is not protection.
It is not manly Manhood.
It is madness!
Dear Sirs and the majority of Madams.
I ask, I beseech and bow on bended knee
Please....
How can you not see
That your current actions, thoughts and mindlessness
Are NOT building humanity.
Yours Sincerely and with love.
