Mary Shelley wrote of Dr. Frankenstein.. all the little monsters.. raising hell.. times when
disappearing came with a magic spell.. imitated monsters in their shell..
she wrote of a Dr.- belief of the time.. ‘man plays god’ a path sure to go wrong.. better smile in dance merry minstrel plays.. sings to you a happy love in song..
species here is human.. know my closets well.. empty shown.. some dethroned.. waiting there to tell.. of a world a quiet remote jungle.. all around night beauty of the stars.. look a story written as time passed to flesh in dreams unto unseen feeling leaving scars.. made when exploiters seek control.. hidden in a cloud.. one species defended.. from uncaring crowd.. saying is not doing.. doing is not war.. take your money.. think there honey.. what is money for?
Military backup for politic mouth?.. pop singers saying stupid things.. investigate yourself war will take us South.. there are books to read.. songs to sing.. as a landscape opens minds eye for a true.. do you want a happy life in peace?..
other landscape blackened stench of death.. hides sky of blue.. chokes children with hate.. blinds life prays for release..
I remember long ago.. found faith in a song.. watched bands through the sixties Grateful Dead.. for all newsy pap beauty came undone.. found there as my path.. some what they said..
are you species human.. defender of life.. one who will not abide violent war?.. or do have plans of glory holding high a sword.. winner living death you dealt in strife?
Today in this grey morning.. folks are what they choose.. better free and crazy than so jailed.. freedom for me is to know.. not to win or lose.. just to love help sing to those thought failed..
in this second every second privileged in breath.. heartbeat ways that make me laugh and cry.. means to make it better.. things thought useless so.. love can make it better.. you know why..
I wish every living thing.. natural happiness.. Peace T.