The Theatre of Life
Michael James Fry
ACT
ONE
I
- Introduction
The
hidden ceremony begins in the pre-dawn stillness
which,
with the natural ebb and flow of moving time,waits to host the intricately balanced anticipations that spill many quickly-moving early morning twilight fluorescences
into a lovely choreography of dancing impulses;
Aye! Souls whose cries are gratefully lost and deeply tossed
through the enlightened throes of the timelessly sublime ~
~ Unbending
Awakening!
Watch
now and take in the rise of the new dawn unfolding
that
ye might grow to become strong and tough enoughto ruthlessly garnish the value of how to stalk and govern
the rough basis of harshly real places in Truth, uncovered.
~ And fie upon
scorn!
May
ye also learn to discover, even now, how to dress,
how
to size up and recover the advantages of knowledgeas recouped in a reborn will boasting courage and prowess;
Yes! And a faith strong and kind enough
to aggressively leave thy roasting piles of lies
behind upon The Dead Man’s Bridge
~ and survive.
Neither jump nor hang, for no one hears the bang
of any gun nor knows how the knife of life
is used on the path to nowhere, yea, far away
on the broken boards of The Dead Man's Bridge.
II
- Plea
If
that is so, then shall we walk together in pursuit of . . . what?
Knowledge? ~ Ha!
For
at what price doth honest truth unfold most fairly?
And
tell me, host, how much death must I die daily?For the Holy Ghost hath death in a fate with a date
set to slay me!
Therefore,
let roustabout Faust make his cry unto thee;
for
surely the strife of everyday life opens the doorsand marks the scores of his blatant uncertainty –
yea though, through his story to mine, accordingly,
and on the whole by my design, insubordinately.
III
- Welcome
Oh,
Everyman, Superman ~ Stop thy greedy stalling!
When
will ye answer thy much-needed Calling?Is there room in your gloomy eyes for compromise?
For aye! With what plan to where shall ye go?
When shall I know what next shall ye do?
~ Surely not die?
But must ye have proof to embrace the Truth, too?
What commotions of emotions hath ye left at sunrise
to balance the oceans of rooms left to go through?
Indeed, is there nothing more new with thee
or hath ye no clue?
“Sin no more!”
sing thy guardian angels:
and without
failing, stop falling like before.
Befriend for
thyself a new tendency to sail
in the infinite blends
of everlasting eternity,
and then no longer
shall ye be
a causality of worldly
iniquity.
Begin now to aggressively
grow righteously
that ye might invariably
show how to plow
the Tao of The
Holy Karmic Now into all that is right,
and, how to stay
prepared to Fight the Good Fight.
Then faithfully rise
enough to be free,
rise enough to see with me deep into the night,
and farther into an extended fate;
and mightily
take flight with a new Second Sight
that has been
ignited brightly with this new Holy Trait.
And now, Welcome
to the Show! Renew thyself slowly
and grow to glow
with a brand new song to sing
~ and do this
thing now, before it’s too late!”
IV
- Petition
that ye now rise and mend thy mind; that ye rule
to fool thyself no more, that ye move away from sin
and find a way somehow to school
a release from depression,
and to obsessively make peace with the Spirit of Wisdom –
for thou art to knowingly revise and cast thy Path away
from the wrath and pain in the sins of the world today,
and to work well the worth of you
within to through and through
so that you, too, can know
what Truth means to you,
in the end.
Yea
though, it is surely through the very aching heartbeat
of
The Holy Universal Truth that we must meet up againstthe hard-edged play of the present moment.
And it must purely be in the way that we greet the threat
of the sharpened tooth of despair that we spare
the last the lustful powers of the past;
that upon the arrival of that fateful hour
we might strive to survive and last long enough
to powerfully stare into the hard-edged play
of the present moment.
But
look ye even now!
Securely, and not prematurely,
the
hard-edged play of the present momentis fast upon us! Attend thee now to greet how Karma
can unfold atonement in the passionate and raging
throes of life as shown in this sultry and engaging drama!
Take ye now all that surrounds thee
that
ye might move and lift with life all around and far away from The Dead Man’s Bridge; begone
and move yonder into higher levels of light and love,
prove life with faith, and take ye now this new ground
to stand upon as a sound and free gift from God above.
ACT
TWO
V
– History, Part I
In
days gone by, (though after the Innocence,)
there
had been a time when all was chaos and decay.All was defense with year after year of tearful suspense;
all places were filled with a senseless confusion,
and tracing disillusionment was the fractured focus
in that drab and shadowy day of darkened diffusion.
Then later in the moving wake
of the early morning mindset flow,
(which had been arranged for ahead of time,
before the play), with no delay then came
The New Way by way of regular display;
and this without betrayal or allowing the showing
of a dime store portrayal that can sorely change
above and below with a very simple turn
of that very simple dime, hiding in the fright
of the night or burning in the light of the day.
For
then, my dear, dear friend,
with a mere bend in the wind
all
other movements can sway thee far, far away,weeping into the creeping woes
and deep through the sleeping throes
which move and intervene at the heart
of the scene of the crime.
What
crime might that be, you ask?
What
time unfolds that frightful task?
Wouldn’t the world like to know! True!
And wouldn’t you like me to show you, too?
Is there really any other more important thing to
do?
Aye, no! And so then, “On With The Show!”
The
beginning of this moody mourning occurs
with
the standard early morning habits and rituals:the murky kiss of memories, the music and mental musings,
the readings of the text, the prayers, poetry and feedings
upon the musings thereupon, which, when fairly suspended,
tend to blend each never-ending moment
into the dreaded next.
For indeed, one greets whatever one wilt
to make ends meet, to make the time go by
until it becomes time to get ready, time to fly as taught,
for the time to be ever-steady in thought is now;
and I prithee, know the rising need is so very high –
it can never be bought nor sold, lest ye die.
For
I have seen
how slowly the hour hand
can move as
proven
in times of troubled brokenheartedness a’ brewing;
though
I had never planned to feelthe smoking heat a’ spewing,
shewing me defeat, causing me to retreat
with stumbling awkwardness accruing.
While
some call that a game,
others stall and seek to blame;
but
regardless of all their theories I am quite wearyof all the dreariness and strife found abounding
in the power of this hour in my life
as it came upon me,
this shame.
in the Theatre
of Life so powerfully!
But
know ye now it is not only me who suffers as such:
“Oppression
of Depression” is the name of the game -and encircling the circle is how it’s played.
Not by rejoicing, and not by choice, no, not by much.
Just say no to simple-minded fame,
for once you’ve played the game it’s not the same:
easy to think you've got it made,
easy to wish you’d never stayed.
The
angst of the world fears peace
through
honest understanding . . .
. . . since
that requires exposure
in the face of an impressive light,
the blessed sight
of enlightened comprehending
set directly against the hard-edged play
of the
present moment.
How
unnecessary is fear!
Shall
thy dignity die with thee?
How
near keep ye thy insecurities?
Think
ye hath no responsibilities?
Ha!
Doth ye not crave to be free?
Art
thou now not truly afraid of me?
Integrity
is a token lost when tossed aside
in misunderstanding should
ye waste away
too many days by miscomprehending.
And
just as has been spoken of
in darkened places of
insubordinate authority,
the place where impractical practices
are placed into
action are an expanded factionof actual disgrace.
However:
"Strength in awareness
is a food for the mind, body and soul
which brings power into the hands
of those who harbor it."
This hath been made known unto me
for
I’ve adapted to watching all this bleed
and
roll around from my backstage sightlinesand therefore easily know what is happening
from the lights and sounds and needs onstage,
and also from what I see and read in the headlines.
I
watch as the engaging audiences rage
in
what they see and in what they feel -but don’t deal me my death in a world of unreal sages
where freedom is stale and locked in cages.
Do
not fail me in a world where Truth does not prevail
as
it should, or as it could as a matter of fact -(Indeed, would it be just that for you and for me.)
Interlude:
A Soliloquy
Watch how the
curtain goes up with each passing energy!
The pressing
synergy of then, now, and all that is yet to be!
Oh, the wonder of
where my mind will take me next!
March to the drum of the harrowed hexed!
So perplexed I am each time I remember again
that I’ve
forgotten where I came from, dear, dear friend!
My pulse
quickens! My senses thicken against
any new false
perceptions that scramble in the mind ~
Oh, give me a
clue – why do I ramble on so much today,
why am I so behind?
O where do we go
from here?
Where do we look
for hope?
Who can we trust
to weaken the lust
which, to no surprise,
is set in
the eyes of the masks unclear?
ACT
THREE
V
– History, Part II
The
sum toll upon the darkened soul of Holy mistrust
can
be staggering, leaving one swaggeringin a slew of spiritual slime and disgust.
But
in tracing who I am from one scene to the next,
by
purely placing a clean faith to lean againstsubtextual contrasts meant to mend the mind,
even when befriending hope to be caught
(with clean emotions taut)
some roads only go so far, agreed?
And after that ~ repetition becomes madness,
and preparations accelerate sadness . . .
The
strongest power in the darkest hour
of
propriety is one born out of sobriety in mind.Can’t ye see not to miss the cue inside of thee
since ye know the show is not always kind?
The script is the same (but let’s not be lame) -
it showers its meanings to a different hue
each night, through each light on the set.
Don’t let yourself be set in the game,
lost alive in the fame, or tossed aside in the shame
of this mysterious thing we call "life."
But soft!
The Light of the
New Dawn approaches!
Cues change,
movements rearrange
and things begin
to look so differently!
Behold a mesh of
confusion set separately!
Inside the meddling
madness of my settling mind
is left the behind
the fright-filled sights of the sullen night;
and now that I’m
steady I find myself ready
to turn! Ready to
right the plight of Act Three,
ready to Fight The Good Fight for thee!
VI
- Philosophy
they will sell that to you, make that a hell for you.
Balances bounce and shout and shake
making colors fly about as I question what’s fake ~
What, O what will
it take
for a clear
suggestion make
the breaking and
splattering about
of the worst of
the worldly clout
to hearken a
lesser blow
against our flow towards harmony?
"History
repeats itself,” is something else that they will say,
and they are right about that, they are right about
that ~
Because
. . .
There
is always a higher road to take, retiring
the
balance of a soul paid into the desired healing,the gamble then gone replaced with the dealing
of all that faith gives without stealing.
Yeah, though, steal ye time from thyself, then?
To be sure - a dastardly crime unto thyself, a sin!
Waste no more of thy precious calendar with scores
of unnecessary necessities and evil tasting,
of immoral opportunities which are clearly displacing!
VII
- Response
The
strength of this moment depends upon me,
the
length of this moment is setting me free,“The Dead Man’s Bridge,” is no longer in me.
~
Michael James Fry
New York City
April, 2013