THE PAST OF VISION

THE PAST OF VISION

For you to see the way clear,
Into the faultless realm of listen-see-do,
Let it flow into the glass like a focus of metal glitz,
That phonies up in the white glare of press lights,
As I write for the future to read about the Past of Vision.

I seek the history of the world as it will be,
A vision of timespace visited with a thoughtful eye,
Toward lean-words well-spent,
A flight of eagles is breathless,
In its eye filling splendor,
But the twinge of another's eyebrow,
Is more in collusion with the thought of the day.

Lately spent,
Their greatest war machines did the deed,
Unto all who grimaced in frankness and truth,
And lastly,
They who learned of the dare,
Pulled back all their strings,
Without a tick to flick,
In the moist sparings,
Of contorted pollution fruition.

Paired off like sparring hens,
In a strawless nest,
The egg broken at first thrust,
Leaving yoke to mix with dirt,
Dirt-life drains under mindless feet,
Knowledge of its passing,
A mystery pondered by others,
Faraway on a mountain top,
Tiny figures at the opposite end of the telescope,
Twisting for focus,
Bent in concentration,
Fearing,
Helpless'
They never considered the force of tiny minds,
Full of hate-fear-doubt,
The disbelief of their downfall,
Courses into every heart,
With stinging frayed petulance (evil).

Awareness is a total state of being,
Responsibility is the end result,
That comes too late,
Darkness is the gift,
Of children's fathers,
Better let them die without the knowledge,
Of who did this to them.

He cared,
He died without a trace,
Not a vapor of intelligence,
Was born with his death,
Garish beads of blisters,
Festooned the back of his hand,
Hand that held the raster grip,
When it fired the last time.

He willfully smiled,
A grimace really,
Coming from a dead heart,
Whose purpose was lost,
Into desire of acceptance and ridicule,
"Others have ideas, I have needs!"

Outfox outgain,
Less than more,
Is a bigger solution,
People with mighty blinkers,
See no possibility,
Only feasibility,
Study their grave holes,
Lined with better Barbiedoll plastic aprons,
And sleeveworn ideas,
About helter-skelter pudding for grownups,
Mediocrity reigns without a shrug of decision.

Past of Vision,
Includes tear drops turned to vapor,
Burnt out cartons of love,
For Marines homebound,
To Waste-city-dumps.

Fire the torch of liberty!
Where is the breeding ground of freedom?
Freedom fighters?
Freedom voters?
Freedom imposers?
Freedom fraud?

Better give into reason,
Whose reason?
Reason is reasonable,
Only after pain,
Sharp stinging pain,
Lingering pain,
Rooted forever,
In the Past of Vision.

( 91 Lines)
--iguanamountain, November 2018