7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 20)

TRUTH AND RESPONSIBILITY

Freedom rests on two pillars, my kin: Truth and Responsibility

When what is within is the same as what is without

There is Truth

When what is said is no different from what is not

There is Truth

When those who held the Sun and Moon and Stars to ransom

Are held to account

When those who killed and maimed and held in bondage

Are held to account

When the Harvest is burnt and destroyed

And the royal Oak is raised to the ground

Freedom is near, my kin, never fear

Freedom barges in to hold us all to account


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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 14)

NO. 14

Go, friend, go to No. 14…

It is strange on the whole

This crocodile in the back streets of Pera

Oh, just ambling, rambling

Searching for its kin

Sunning its crocodile skin

On the rooftops of Pera

Are you a-feared?

The streets are dark

The lights are dim

The streets are dark

And you may be shot at whim

But the odd croc’s a-waddling

Just plodding to find its kin

Go, friend, go to No. 14…

And in the early morning at midnight

When the blind policeman patrols

Playing sleet with the boys…

A crocodile is wandering, wondering

Watching

Pera

Recasting, sandblasting, re-constructing

Pera

Out of Pera


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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 13)

A HARVEST OF DISEASE

The condor circles above the royal Oak, surveying the dead…

The generals are at their stations:

Taking tally, counting heads…

General L. T. Bolt

Lightning’s the name

Thunder by trade

He’s a droner…

He’ll talk your head off for the love of Jove!

General E. Coli

Is a pontificating, fungulating, defecating sort…

The rat comes out when General T. Plasmosis makes his play

Toxic, osmotic

Tick, tick, tick…

The rat ventures forward, ecstatic

Tick, tick, tick…

Flick… Flick…

Tricked.

The cat yawns, the rat squeals, ecstatic.

General Made-to-Measure

Nickname: the tapeworm

Insidious, insinuating, nauseating, infiltrating

Needs fumigating…


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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 12)

Secrets are flies, my kin, they bring a blight of lies…

Houseflies, horseflies, mouseflies

A force of flies

Secrets are like flies, my kin:

They feed on filth

And they create filth

Secrets spawn lies

A malefaction, a defecation of flies

Secrets are like maggots, my kin:

They feed on death and putrefaction

And they are nothing but a distraction

A distraction of fruitless flies

There is never freedom

In The Land of Flies…


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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 11)

Friend or Foe? Asks the Cuckoo…

My friend Jack

Black Jack Red Jack

The Knave is back…

But is Jack my friend?

Low Jack High Jack

The Knave is in the sack…

Is Jack my foe

Or does he have my back?

The Knave of spades:

Is he a snake

Or a Peke?

Black Jack True

Is it you?

A trefoil or a gumshoe?

Red Jacks Two…

A Diamond Knave

Or a Fool for you?


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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 10)

The parrots squawked: here come the Kings and Queens, decked out in purple, blue and green…

All hail Lord Despair

The spades’ head gonzo…

He thinks he’s the King of Kings

But he’s just the King of Craps and Risotto

And his lady love

That baleful dove…

Is the strident Queen of Pain and Panto!

Here’s the Hart of Hearts

The ashen Queen

The Lady of your heart’s desire

Don’t be fooled!

All you’ll get from this old nag

Is a pile of ashes when sets your house on fire

The brassy hag is bride to the Stag

The Stag of Hope and Glory

Well that’s too bad!

Hope’s long gone, and for this pair there’s never any glory…

Meet the Master!

The Master Blaster

A.K.A. the Diamond Disaster

And his sister-dear

The pure as mud, the fad, the dud,

The dainty Queen Nirvana

The King of Clubs sits on his throne

The Throne of Lice and Dysentery

His Lady-wife sings beside him

Deaf and mute, the Queen of Cacophony


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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 9)

The crows are gathering, my kin, atop the royal Oak…

The storm clouds are dark and brooding

Loitering in the night, hooded

The crows’ cries are harsh and crude

Hungry and longing for anything–

Everything is food

A mouse, a rat, a pigeon…

The crow’s greedy black eye

Only sees food

The storm brings Thunder

The storm rides Rain

The storm hurls Lightning

And it is all Pain

Pain

Mistake not

The storm is Pain

The crows are gathering

And the storm is upon us

My kin, never surrender

Never retreat

Stand together

And we will defeat

The storm of Pain


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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 8)

And the mockingbird twittered: Aces high; Ace is nigh…

Aces high and low

It is your time… it is your show…

The Ace of Clubs is a witch

Mesmerizing, tantalizing, incentivizing…

The Morning Star

Pay her back!

Or it’s the switch…

The diamond wizard

The Ace of Hades

Lord of salvation

Yours?

He smiles

She…He…

It

The barracuda angelfish

The stunner of the sea

Star of Hearts

The Ace of Ecstasy

Seven is the number of the Beast

An electric coil

Slippery as an eel

The snake of spades

The Ace of Waves

Last but not least

You’re on lead…

Who will it be?

Witch

Wizard

Fish or

Snake?

What do you think?


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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 7)

As you are Us, and we are You…

When what is within is the same as what is without

When what is said is no different from what is not

When the Sun and Moon and Stars do not kill and bind

When Rain and Thunder do not make mud of the mind

When there is no Harvest of disease

Freedom barges in, my kin

For those who want it

And for those who do not…


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7 Dalga: The Song of the Sky: When Freedom Barges In (Part 6)

The starlings murmured: it is near; it is almost here…

Truth, my kin

The Truth in the Sun and Moon and Stars

The Truth of fear in men’s hearts

The fear that creates monsters with darts

Of ice; darts of scalding fire

The Truth of light unseen

Light that kills and blinds

Light that binds…

In bonds unseen and unseeing

No more, my kin

For we want Freedom to know how much we care…


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