Wednesday, 2 June 2010
This poem is called "Bite Culture". Not many people will understand it or even like it. Some can interprate this in any way they like as people have their own ideas. What this poem says isn't what is obviously written. Deep inside there is a lot I want to say but I can only do that indirectly. The poem isn't political or about frustration with life or society, btw.
A storm passes...
The water drifts up, the waves flatten, rain comes heavily
And the skulls appear on the banks.
As the ship sails away,
Clouds with diamonds bring sorrow.
Armies fade off into the mist,
Trees shed their blossoms,
Swords are sharpened,
Shields defensive and spiked that few are,
I feel pain and anguish when it shouldn't be,
What is coming of this?
Why do all seem easier with it?
Fires burning dead things on hills,
One half suffer, the other half play,
One half feels agony and the other half fake.
That's the way they want it to be.
They are afraid of wasps,
But they eat the tortured,
Some like vaggie and some like cheese.
Once they asked ...What am I doing here?... Who am I?...
They later say that they ...Know...
Bite with their minds and hearts.
Fouling the waters and fouling the smoke
Come all... I like to teach the world to....
Harmony... Blessed be... Love and Light... Give away all you have...
Money... money... buys love...
Whatever you say,
give me... give me...
It's all there for all who hear,
The animals listen,
I can hear you, visible enough to me.
Okay here is what this poem really meant going by each verse.
It's been almost a Century since the end of the last great war.
Mist, or mists of time and forgotten elements of history, tepid seas and little wind meaning slow travel. The weather alters quickly and this represents tears.
Skulls or fossils have been discovered, with plenty of dinosaurs and prehistoric animals. We're learning a lot about pre-history when the mists of time unveils a little.
As people leave and head off on conquests of their own, they feel optimistic.
Clouds or depression among the wealthy "diamond" owning women make some struggling women feel inadequate and imperfect just as they do to some I've encountered recently.
Men on the other hand are losing a battle of everyday life, by succumbing to those above or around them. They are shadows of themselves or shadows of their forefathers. They can't see their own powers or strengths.
Summer is now coming so what do trees do?
We must have our wits about us and use our intellect.
When dealing with the occult in any shape or form, shield ourselves, and call upon a spirit guide as the "armour" with spikes.
Things can get on top of me too and if only things went okay all the time.
That was a question for what will happen in the future of the world as a result of today.
People boast that they don't have the same problems when it's hard to believe they don't because everyone struggles in some way or other, so that line meant don't believe what advice you get on the internet.
The Volcano in Iceland.
Soldiers fighting for a just cause don't know what will happen to them but they go ahead anyway. This line is about bravery and how others regard them as cannon fodder.
Our positive and negative qualities.
Our subcionsious and personality.
People are afraid of change and want to stay in this forever.
Yes generally some people are. I knew people who felt panic after a wasp entered the room.
As an omnivorous species, the modern human is far from being a Hunter Gatherer, and some can't even stomach farming either! Modern people are even scared to go camping. They don't fully comprehend how their supermarket bought food was prepared.
There are those who preach. Be aware of this.
Human beings always ask that.
They also believe they know everything and have the answers.
The way they know this is from what what others have said, dreams, or taking credit from other people's blood and sweat.
Media and celebrity obsessions.
A christmas carol and 70's coca cola advert.
Eurovision and the UK's fall from popularity on that show since the glory days of the 20th Century.
Demanding people, often spoilt brats.
There are books to research things but there are those who don't do that and accept what they're being told.
Animals have better senses and people forget they're part of the animal kingdom.
As a therianthrope I'm sensitive to things.
So this poem of mine was basically about my observations of different people in comparison to ancient people and therianthropes.