Tessler the Jester
The quaky wacky was no sappy
Though most found his comments obnoxious
If they had listened closer they would find sad truths
Intermingled with ironic humour
Quacky wacky was no sappy
He was a real man with a sense of vision
Telling his Lord of ensuing chaos
But the Lord only laughed and slapped him on the back
Quacky wacky could have been more tactical
Should have been less problematical
But should and could have planted their seeds
Poor Quaky must now act wacky forever more
(From “Miya” the as yet unpublished 4th book in the Children of the Myth Machine series)
Fallen
I rebelled against destiny
So Father Sky severed my wings
And I plummeted into Mother Nature
Who chained me to her bosom
In vines dense with iron
But still I rebelled
So they gouged out my eyes
And I can no longer see the future
Now as I wander with these chains around my neck
Listening to the betrayals and laments
I grow tired
Of killing my insides
So you feel safe
I never belonged to you
Nor do I answer to you
Though I answer
And as my destiny nears its end
I will listen
I will encourage and promote
And if necessary
I will judge
Listen with keen ears and remember
If you follow your destiny
You will have the choice to return or not
But if you don’t
You will have no choice but to return
And I won’t be here when you do
The body will say what it feels; the mind will conceive of a plan based on what it sees and wants; but the soul speaks what is real. The soul’s language is not conceived but dwells in the depths. And it is a language so hard to let out. I have read the word images of Shayleene MacReynolds’ over the last while and have come to realize she is speaking from the soul.
