WAR, ON OR OFF THE PAGES

WAR, ON OR OFF THE PAGES

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

In whose lair shall you sleep

as the days

disturbances make the restless weep?

Princesses become Dragons

and we

tolerate the flames like a Joan of Arc

convoluted by their spells

but somehow assured we will survive.

If a penny for frankincense

smoked away

the bliss of a phony kiss

how we become diluted by the imaginary tales

of those we loved.

In whose lair

shall we impart this wavering

that love is a foundation that will rot

kept alive by its inherent publicity

that the strategy

is far more advanced than a plot

for there will be things we see not

believing the transcript

has already been written.

The jealous farmers

would rather

destroy your crop for their sanctity

is consumed by their own lairs.

How we learn

of these deceiving measures

when intelligence implodes

or vomits

on those it propagates to hunt.

Supreme intelligence

comes from the admiration of Spirit.

If the lair is Dark

you will be consumed by Evil.

If the lair is Light

you will transcend to the next plateau.

The quality of your bedding

shall not be transfixed on your learning …

… for the rudimentary task

is to find a center for God within oneself.

There are too many Novels

and little Spiritual divinity to forecast, or

lead us by the writer’s proxy.

War on or off the pages

shall suit the warring minds of our society.