The Flood
It rained upon us cats
And rained upon us dogs,
For two score days
Until it stopped.
And together with forty
Torrential nights,
The land we knew
Was lost to sight.
And all we’d known
Was drowned to death,
No one was left to breathe
The breath,
Of life that lives for
This consciousness,
To explore itself –
No more, no less.
The Eleventh Commandment
The words mumbled by men
Awaiting their death,
Filled the smouldering air
With their final breaths,
They had given their all;
Their guts lay by their side
And they remembered
The triumphs of their truths
And the times they had lied.
As the bombs and the bullets
Screamed over heads,
Severed from shoulders
Amongst silenced arms
And broken legs.
Now Ten Commandments clashed
With the orders of the King,
As the dead lay dying
Under a cacophony of sin,
And they considered conscription
And their own free will
And the fifth commandment –
Thou shalt not kill.
From Then ‘til Now
Imagine, an outburst
Of consciousness!
Like magic,
Alive and spontaneous.
Like a chimpanzee being
Hit, by lightening
From above;
It now understands
Compassion and Love.
The first of our kind;
Parents, Adam and Eve,
Who ushered in an age
That now
Seems hard to conceive.
The age of temptation,
For that’s why we’re here-
To realise that our desires
Are all built on fears.
Then came the Sons,
Named and numbered,
Long lived, like the Rishis
And as unencumbered.
With duties to teach
And to guide and to see
The future unfold
To give a chance
To see.
None of them did,
And so it rained
And rained, and drowned
The sorrows of those
Who’d pained, and
Had stolen the sun
From the hearts of men
Who were intended to be
Brothers, sisters, friends.
Then came the chance,
The Arc and salvation,
But again they failed
In their obligation.
And so they built a tower
To look God
In the eye;
One so tall
That it pierced the sky.
And deafened so the ears
Of the heavens above,
That they were cursed
With a gift of languages-
And all that that does;
Communication breakdowns,
Arguments and divorce,
Familiar families fracture
With neither memory nor remorse.
From which sprung
The civilisations
That we were taught to know;
Sumer and Babylon,
Greece and Rome.
All would rise
And all would fall
By the wayside of our history,
Rewritten to enthral.
The laws of Manu, Moses et al,
Were manipulated without mercy
And mocked by the mob,
Until neither who was who
And from where they came,
Was known to themselves
Nor to the scribes with name.
Who rewrote verses to blind the eye
Of searching souls like you and I.
And to distract us
From the reality
Of why we are here?
To pass this time –
That may well be years.
To take the chance
And to see that our mind
Has been in our heart
All of this time.

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