POSTCARDS FROM THE PERIPHERALS
I've been out on the peripherals of your gaze, sending postcards,
while waiting for you to widen your lens and drop your guards.
Dancing in the liminal, of the dark fertile In-Between
where our voices are ignored 'til they become screams.
Living and loving outside your boxes and lines
rolling, dancing and surviving through linear time..
A decade rolls by, you're still stood in the same place
The Centre - while I float and fall through liminal space
while all of it is still sheltered from your privileged face
So I send another postcard from the peripherals - invisible lines
Ignored still, as I do exist outside your space and time.
In the In-Between where dancers turn into drug dealers
And cokehead junkies turn into gurus and healers
In your centre, I wonder why peeps prefer sleep to being awake
Same reason I guess, you cant be authentic and prefer fake
As the distorted Picasso face you're forced to make
coupled with the unnatural shapes your body has to create;
Have got you perceiving this shallow world as stable and safe.
Though I see you're slowly dying , drowning in your pain
I know you know that the system is making you insane.
Another decade rolls by, you still choose not to see me,
Hoping you turn off the TV, BBC and start to HEAR ME.
Praying you widen your lens and don't FEAR ME..
I just want us to be seen and have you all NEAR ME..
Maybe one day soon, you all start to SEE crystal clearly?
Post 2020 it seems peripheral folk like me are appealing;
We're good for something now, can serve your healing
So, you finally send me a postcard back from your centre,
with all your wounds and shadows open, asking me to enter...
But now things have changed, I've finally moved location
got a new lease, new life calling and proper vocation..
I've now moved into the centre, deconstructed those lines,
created our own circles and systems, symbols and signs.
Stopped sending you postcards from the peripherals gaze
As it's high time for a new chapter in humanity's phase..