
When the time comes for our generation
to step aside and change the guard,
change the rhythm,
change the beat,
the old idols will still have
their golden heads and iron feet.
The clouds that floated by will crash and burn on mountain tops,
miraculous occurrences will be seen by one and all,
there’ll be no longer reasons for a man to fall in love,
cause once the guard has changed,
once the new guard comes,
they’ll strip us of our feelings,
they’ll chase us from our homes…
Once the oceans drain and dry
and land is sunken deep,
the new guard will replace the golden idol’s iron feet.
They’ll make them flesh and blood,
from the slaves that they must keep,
the slaves are you and I, my friend,
for guards may leave and guards may change
but we’re still trapped in purgatory
and we’ll be here till we’ve paid.
C.2022, Francis Bravo Cabrera, 06 AUG 2022, Valencia, España.
well written and sad –
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Thank you Beth.
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This feels like heavy and somewhat downcast.
And this: «there’ll be no longer reasons for a man to fall in love» 😥
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In creating something artistic, Adelheid, one must use creative imagination to conceive things that are not real, but crafted carefully in an artistic manner, like a ballet, or a sonata or a play. Raw emotion is not art. Art must be contrived. Thank you.
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You are right, Sir. You have crafted it so beautifully.
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Thank you so much! 🌹🙏😊
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A wonderful diatribe to our enslaved existence. Powerful in language and imagery. Cadenced in a steady drumbeat, it is beautifully paced. Well written, my friend! And welcome home!
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Thank you so very much my friend. I appreciate it. And it is great to be home, although this is the hottest summer I ever recall… (again, this reply was sent to SPAM, I do not know why, but I am sorry)
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Hermoso a la par que inquietante. El tratamiento que le has dado a la imagen la une todavía más al sentido del poema.
Salud.
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Muchísimas gracias! Un saludo y que pases una tarde fabulosa!
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Depressing. Truthful. What you have done, all your protestations aside, is used art to contrive raw emotion, subdued but raw, there are no softened edges. To have done so, one must have lived it or seen it, imagined it differently, then re-created it, crafted it, in paint or in words. But it remains raw emotion. We continue our philosophic differences.
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Not so different. To create raw emotion artistically, meaning to cause human emotions in others is one of the reasons I write and paint Espie. Philosophically close…
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