ThE saD FATe OF monKeys



Geeeeeze...all they serve are bananas?

ThE saD FATe OF monKeys

Brains cells are taxed by journeys of metaphysics

Lost they are in the seven senses of existence

Two lesser or greater defined and buried in the maze of intuition

You feel them and know these invisible elements will create…

An unknown paradox to live

So you ask yourself then embark to travels untold

Why do I touch a weeping wind?

Why do I see the dark not there?

Why do I smell a bitter rose?

Why do I hear the sounds of broken lives?

Why do I taste sharp whispers of wars?

Why do I eat bananas when I travel with Monkeys???

                                                                                                T A McNeil 2010-10-07

   

Their Little Voices

Their Little Voices


 

Let them tell us

Let them guide us

Let them teach us

Let us listen

So we can learn again

What we forgot...

                                                                                                            T A McNeil, October 22,2010

                                                                                                         

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Let our hearts hear what we cannot see

His Letter to Liberty...Circa 1773

 " Never Surrender to Higher Powers...
Rather Death"

His letter to Liberty... circa 1773

My Dearest Lady;

Remove not your cortex

Nor caste the gutter your grey

One lesson to learn holds a hex

“Surrender to your higher power”

Wear your hooded gown

Ride and burn the sea of nights

Sweet blood your wake in town

“Surrender to your higher power”

Commandments I have to state

Genocide should not abate

Young lives to thirst my lust

“Surrender to your higher power”

My mind is but a waste

Our group the only grail

The chief we all must hail

“Surrender to your higher power”

To think will set a fate

That no pain could ever hear

When listening to passions of hate

“Surrender to your higher power”

Weapons were never found

Many children field the ground

Of shock and awe you did make

“Surrender to your higher power”

Bring me your well to do

Huddled masses of your elite

Have them preach more words anew

“Surrender to your higher power”

Fear not our hate or fates

Iron horses we will ride

With forty virgins at our sides

So fear not our hate or fates

“We surrendered to our higher power”

From learned trumpets of the angels

So Patrick Henry did refrain

One cause exceeds our deaths

The liberty we will gain…

That knows no higher powers

T A  McNeil

Dedicated to those who were lost and suffered, NYC September 11^th, 2001

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