Afternoon

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a day in the life

by kitoba

Afternoon

1

I bought my ticket for the show
the price was too damn high
they will not stamp it paid-in-full
until the day I die

I bought my ticket for the ride
they warned me not to go
I told them I found life at home
to be much too damn slow

I bought my ticket for the train
to look out as I passed
the view was all that I had wished
but went by too damn fast

I bought my ticket for the fair
it was not fair at all
I know not was it too damn vast
or I just too damn small

The times I had were full of joy
and just as often sad
I wish that I could go again
I guess it’s too damn bad

2

We wished to come to be
And so our selves were born
You wished to be yourself
And that, itself, was the act
That shook the fundament
With the seeds of rebellion

A rebellion?
you ask, how could such a thing be?
and why would it shake the fundament
only to be born
what is riotous in such an act
(which you did not choose yourself)

I assure you that the choice was yours
And you chose to rebel
T’was not your parents conceptive act
that caused you to “be”
in point of fact you were born
from the recognition of your self fundamental

Forged from the raw fundament
you
were born
a rebel
under the banner “To be
is to act”

Arising, in response to your bold act
from all corners of the fundament
came the spirits that you wished to be
At the moment in which you chose yourself,
and against conformity rebelled
they entered you and were born

You were born
to act
But a rebel
against the fundament
is not all that you
must be

For, at death you shall not cease to be
nor yet be what you were before you were born
You shall still be yourself
in proportion to the mortal acts
through which you expressed the fundament
before conceding your rebellion

3

Lucifer & Mammon
Met the Fool one day
And each asked of the others
To whom do you pray?

Said Mammon:
I have a set of figurines
I bought them cheap, on sale
And whensoever I wish to pray
I find they fit the bill

I pray to one for fortune
I pray to one for fame
I pray to one to get ahead
When e’er I play the game

I keep them polished shiny
My friends I must impress
For he who dies with all the toys
is surely judged “the best”

Said Lucifer:
Your figurines are made of clay
And are quickly swept away
Let all raise cups and drink my health
For I pray only to myself

Who else has hooves as neat and clean
A tail so long, a torso lean
as mine and who else is so clever?
I think I’ll surely live forever
Through the science which I practice
Plain to see, the simple fact is
I am like a happy dream
There is no doubt I am supreme

Said the Fool, in a voice full of scorn:
Listen to these superstitions
Lulled to sleep by pretty fictions
You must seek some new directions
When you go to pray

First ask yourself what is the point
Why follow such a custom quaint
You’ll find your time is better spent
When not squandered away

Mammon’s figurines are junk
Lucifer’s perfection bunk
Who is underneath the stair
When you look there’s no-one there
And so I tell you au contraire
There’s no one to pray to

At that the others kept their peace
and swiftly went away

4

My shadow self
dwells in the filth
I smelt my own stink, and it suited me fine
mine mine mine mine

An ocean of tears
a closet of fears
The pain of the wound in the salty brine
mine mine mine mine

Picking the scab to watch it bleed
Acting the pig when I go to feed
being slapped in the face and responding in kind
mine mine mine mine

Cock of the walk
steps on a line
On the top of the mount grows the mightiest pine
If you show me yours then I’ll show you mine
mine mine mine

5

Alone I am not alone
In silence I hear a thousand voices
In deserts I taste a thousand oceans
In darkness I see a thousand suns

Asleep I am not asleep
In dreams I live a thousand lives
In books I read a thousand selves
In light I cast a thousand shadows

In stillness I am not still
In my mind I build a thousand cities
In my soul I sail a thousand seas
In my heart I walk a thousand paths

And the thousands are three
and the three are one
and the one is all
and the all is one

6

Three times will you meet me
Thrice I will be found
Once in the eyes of your father
Twice in your baby daughter
and thrice in the beauty all around
the beauty all around

Three times I will teach you
Three times you must learn
Once from the books so smart
twice from the depths of your heart
and thrice from the gifts you did not earn
the gifts you did not earn

Three ways will I love thee
Thrice will you find love
Once in your lover’s smile
Twice in the hand of a child
and thrice in the light from the heavens above
the light from the heavens above

7

Oh LORD, do not forsake me
Don’t leave me in the desert alone
I’m scared, LORD
My wings are grown
but I’m afraid to fly

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