Well…
I’m sitting here, waiting for Russ,
the background music sounds familiar…
…almost… So I ask.
The cute barista demures and…”Diana Krall?” she says, raising her intonation, ever so slightly, no doubt to soften the presumed blow to my ignorance… oh how delightfully mixed – but I digress…
So here we go:
Für Fede:
Somewhere deep behind her beautiful blue-grey eyes are troubled memories…
A frightened little girl…
Somewhere in a nondescript alley
Hidden in the heart of D.C.
A silent drama is underway:
Caught between the Owl
And the Lotus
And the Rose…
Is the Freeslave.
Will he ever be truly free?
-Iliad Alexander Terra
The Owl
The Lotus
The Rose
The Freeslave
Okay,
So like we were on the Hill right when the Health Bill passed.
The surrounding streets were filled with inebriated interns coming out to celebrate.
He floored the pedal of the Maserati.
“Most American’s are not used to how rough this baby rides,” he screamed over the music.
Sicilian techno was blasting through the Harman Kardon speakers as he swerved off Pennsylvania Avenue onto First Street!
That’s when we ran into her…
-Iliad Terra
So today they will Deem and Pass a bill that sanctions the murder of a silent minority…
Drop by drop we justify brutality with a sleight of hand…
Have we forgotten that this perceived world is but an illusion?
…that this universe is but a holographic projection of our inner dreams?
Have we forgotten that the human soul is the prize experiment?
…eternally
Manifest in sublime eloquence….
Stop this stupid game of self delusion!
Stop the charade, the masquerade, the grotesque parade…
Bless the dignity of your action,
Bless the beauty of a child… your past, your future…
Embrace!
Embrace with arms as vast as the four corners,
The breath of a dying conscience,
The glow of a fading world,
The silent cry…
What ails you my dear little world, what ails you in this moment?
…so that I may brace your fateful fall.
-Iliad