Of Mice to Men
Of mice to men, those who say what was meant to those who translate their intent. Two worlds often collide on an economic voyage in past fate. A tale from beneath the veil of ignorance of words and their intent. Of voyages led in worlds parted now apart.
A restless soul of greed and lust. For years gone by of many years. Since the arrival of fallen fate from the seas. An unknown voice of face and spirit. Found on these shores with but a whisper of his past. An old world found on this new world. From obscurity and naivety to their potential existence. Of realization of potential value brought forth their new awareness.
Of lustful greed of the one will always win over peaceful wonderment of the many. Their battles ill fought against best ideals will never fail. For all pure intent are often betrayed by the passing of their morale compass. Often odd luck these shores provide. Through unbroken faith do we achieve intent.
Of ill valued who cherish the washed up prince in fools garb. For his return to his lost shores will mark the emergence of a king. The prince turned slave turned facilitator turned lord. These lords fall and arise in their distant shores.
For cast adrift he returns in guise to reveal himself a leader and a betrayer. He becomes a leader to those who cast him astray. He becomes a betrayer to those who found him that day. If not abused how would things be. To wonder ever more what life’s twists will turn and be. Of this path was followed or befallen onto. This new path is all that he then knew.
For years gone by often in tears. Of years gone by often in fear. As the muscles grew from painful sorrow. His education not limited to those who knew. For better guidance are learned sentences to mere simple barks. His knowledge grew while they lorded on. His knowledge grew will he lorded upon.
Of two worlds he now knew to their chosen few. Of purist dominance of the world they knew. Their minimalistic significance unknown to few. The fools are kings within their limited awareness. The kings are fools in their foreign confusion.
The Protected Child Awakens
For peace and love is all he knew. The world outside only the chosen few. A life selected by the hand of God’s draw. To a land embracing its lorded fate. Born into powerful men and vengeful women. The child awoke to a life of bliss. No worry held, no sorrow felt. His needful sympathy cared for. His elevated state supported by fewer still. His limited view surpassed by his knowledge vast. Of things he knew, to one so few. Of things they knew, withheld in fear. The child was free in a cage of his own care. The child could see what was there. Yet blinded to what was clearly there. His life was led as was led.
The Brothers Devide
On a ship they sailed. On a ship they fled. From a fight so dear. Kept in secret to those dear. The battle lost yet plainly fought. Yet blind was he for he could not see. To understand beyond his grasp. To realize nowhere in sight. But the secret told to those who knew. He learned to late of life’s fate.
The brother told of fair divide. The brother fought for his divide. The brother failed to stay his faith. The brother learned of this ordeal. The brother knew what must be done. The brother saw his brother to the sea.
Cast Out to Sea Those who Failed to See
Why so much haste? Why must we rush? My items are few! To few to live! Why must we flee? Can we simply not be? These questions were born in flight. These questions were torn by flight. These questions were asked yet no answer given.
For days they sailed. For days they fled. The question asked today and tomorrow still. No answer came from those who knew. The question remained on unanswered lips. The days grew long. Their patience grew short.
The Kings Bed is Always Near
As the mistress lies she lies to you. Her sullen waists her lackluster caress. Blind you are to what you feel. Feeding you in your retreat. Her memories remain as you flee. Her body remains for you must be. On a morning’s fading night. A light persist through the mist of doubt. A visit on this ship does me think. A visit on this ship a trust betrayed.
The Queens Vengeance Unfolds
Of simple fate did one morning. Of a telling date for those who knew. The question need not be asked. The answer was now plain to see. Of a lorded delight. Her life cast down. Of a king’s fancy. Her delight now hers. Of a queen’s anger for what she lost. A rage unfolded that none could see. A rage now seen by those who failed to see while fleeing at sea.
A regal mother spurned by the betrayal of hidden lust. Cast aside her own child in her tormented anguish. A flame so vast fueled by rage. Separates the regal child by her own temperous actions. Both cast adrift in makeshift ships. Both case aside by their fate of vengeance.
The Deformed Prince is Born
The light brightened with the heat of rage. The fright forgotten in a momentary rush towards madness. The realization that this is all but all to real becomes real. That fear grips in as we but stand still in anxious shiver. Of once was an warm embrace now quickly embraces the cremation of a child’s child.
The shock and the pain of the wondering slain. Tormented now forever burnt by the fuels of rage. Becoming colder by the moment at the heat fades. A life no doubt this day was lost. A life with doubt this day was born. A shiver so deep as to bring new pulse to a shocked system. A quiver of the inner sanctum brings forth a cry. So deep from the bowels of ones new fond hell.
Forever penting fire burned his face away this day. Blinded now the right eye he came to be. For it failed to see what was clear to me. For it failed to see and forever will fail to be. Forever more this eye will see but flame and misery. Forever more this man will see but unkind treachery and misery.
The Queens Rage Remains
The mother no more returns to beg. For acceptance by her brother’s ill keeper. Aspirations herself for future vengeance. Aspirations herself for present comfort. Comfort found only in one so despised.
A queen once spurned. Betrayed her love and child. A queen still ashamed by her own resentment. A queen once more takes on the mantle with a rage so great. A selfish rage to one so raged burns strong. A tormented spirit who now knows just hate. The queen awaits her betrayal day.
Cast Upon a Shivering Green Horizon
Shivering at his very core. Unsure of sea or by air this cold affront. Only chilling cold and numbed senses remain from his pain. The past as hot as the present is cold. No future to be told for one so cold. For so alone with only the embrace of what he can see. No warmth to be found in this makeshift craft.
Of fortunes rich did save his royal soles. These fortune well spent when cast adrift. His vision searing with sorrow and pain. One eye filled in liquid retreat. One eye strained by torrential heat.A moment defined what was once refined.
Of frozen time and forever a flash. Now time ill spent once time spent well. For only time will hear this pain. And time is fine in finite terms. For time is spent and memories bent. Of futures bold and stories old. For new realities persist the purging of pain.
The green horizon now overlooks the orange glow. Warmth returns to his reformed core. Rage’s heat was cast upon Vengeance’s mold. With new found vision did he set out to sea. The horizon is green with the lights of freedom and revolution. Beneath every horizon light the torches of the masses. Of heavens we seek when in hell we flee. Of hells we find when in heaven we fail to see.
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