i am the new Pied Piper
of Hamlin
you are perhaps the rats that the previous Piper calls
to death on the cliffs into the rage of the seas and rocks below
you survived
hope, i am never that
and never was and will never be
for i am no
servant for death
but a disciple of
Life
& Happiness,
I am the new Pied Piper of Hamlin
i lead you to fighting fields of the wars of your very selves
as you compete towards excellence
towards that fulfillment
of the ideal self
against your own
selves
into an evolution from rats
to rabbits to donkeys and horses
to winged white angels
that now
in gratitude shall serve
our One True
God.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
