see also my poem 'The Hippy King' of July 24th last year
I know of no one else
that justly would deserve that title.
You already as a young man
travelled round the world,
exploring, analyzing and evaluating it
from San Francisco to the Himalayas
in surveyance of your empire of freedom,
finding and selecting friends
of every nationality and race and faith
to suit your mission of enlightenment
to spread the word of love and beauty
in close observance of reality and truth.
Your sticking to the underground
was maybe more of a necessity than tragedy
which you however used to your advantage
to develop and expand your special wisdom
in a kind of universal co-reaction
of an almost revolutionary kind
against all rottening stagnation called corruption
with eventually some unexpected fair success;
and so you keep that operation basis
to continue that rare mole's work
of indefatigably undermining
all that works against the best of all,
accepting our present situation
as perhaps the greatest challenge of all history:
to save the planet and at least the best of mankind.
And still you are no more than just a bum,
a disregarded and discarded hippie
of no realistic consequence,
the best of all disguises:
that of being negligeable as a perfect no one.
Captain Nemo was a fiction, as they say,
but who was behind that fiction, really?
Some weird urban legends are too good to not be true,
and you are one of them.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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The King of the Hippies
I know of no one else
that justly would deserve that title.
You already as a young man
travelled round the world,
exploring, analyzing and evaluating it
from San Francisco to the Himalayas
in surveyance of your empire of freedom,
finding and selecting friends
of every nationality and race and faith
to suit your mission of enlightenment
to spread the word of love and beauty
in close observance of reality and truth.
Your sticking to the underground
was maybe more of a necessity than tragedy
which you however used to your advantage
to develop and expand your special wisdom
in a kind of universal co-reaction
of an almost revolutionary kind
against all rottening stagnation called corruption
with eventually some unexpected fair success;
and so you keep that operation basis
to continue that rare mole's work
of indefatigably undermining
all that works against the best of all,
accepting our present situation
as perhaps the greatest challenge of all history:
to save the planet and at least the best of mankind.
And still you are no more than just a bum,
a disregarded and discarded hippie
of no realistic consequence,
the best of all disguises:
that of being negligeable as a perfect no one.
Captain Nemo was a fiction, as they say,
but who was behind that fiction, really?
Some weird urban legends are too good to not be true,
and you are one of them.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
Read 534 times
Written on 2009-03-21 at 11:47
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