chaos

 

maybe chaos is not what the commonly accepted definition suggests?

could it be that what we regard as chaos is merely that which our foolish short-sightedness cannot comprehend?

should what we see as chaos in reality be the plans of man?

…plans to build a virtual tower that reaches up into the vast heavens

to make a name for ourselves lest we be scattered amongst the debris of nothingness?

to exalt our stature even above that of the multiverses themselves?

now, jester moment…!

 

the criminally insane

casting ballots

at the annual inmates general election

a mock formality

while the guards look on

smirking as the folly unfolds before their eyes

a form of mockery

the masses queue up

fighting, jostling

to elect one fool

over the other fools

one fool to be king

for a while

just for a space in time

only  a space in the minds …of those who play the game

 

to be king

the king of fools

a fool of a king

the new ruler of the bent and corrupt

vying for the worthy title of “THE FOOL OVER ALL FOOLS”

 

so we all raise our hands

arms outstretched

with elbows locked as if in mortal combat

fingers arching outwards, then clawing in and slamming shut

like the desperate tentacles of dying sea anemone

desperately clinging

to some precariously endangered coral reef

grasping at the loose sands

the frail winds of empty promises

arms then return to our sides

filled only with the imaginary substance

of that which we hope will sustain us

 

and we all strive

with all our imaginary might

to make our mark in the air

random sparklers in a fantasy sky

vanity, chasing the wind

like the fools of the fool

believing we have caught it

that we have indeed captured the wind…

 

and so we tell ourselves that we’re happy

until the next time…

but indeed

we, the mindless

fossils with no fuel

we are faithful to the task

 

the dark of the bog

like the dog returns to its vomit
the flick of the stick
reveals it’s no good to flog it
the structure beneath
shapes the cherry on top
it’s the speed of the horse
not the size of the crop

anyone’s bet

the lines of normal
etched in the sand
obscure the detail
of the truth at hand

the painted finger
now deep in dust
reveals the depth
of superficial lust

judgement comes
and judgement leaves
the jury sits
like a band of thieves

the floor is cleared
and silence falls
sneering chants
in empty halls

the facts aren’t clear
but minds are set
the truth’s obscure
it’s anyone’s bet

proagitate

provoke – promote

voke – vocal
mote – moat
vote
quote

pro-vote

pro-mote

pro-quote
legislated thought?
pro-voke
bring out the sapiens in the homo?

agitate – stir

get motion started

motion stated

motion-vated

pro-active – get actioned

posit – I’ve

positive
…about moving

negative
…about staying

provoked