Vigilance -- JD Kruger, GLP4

JD Kruger, Owner, GLP4

Vigilance, keep aware

Faire, I see buckets everywhere

The voice changes over time

What has become of the sublime

In this reverie,

Climb a tree

Monkeys peeling banana feel

Now you know just how I feel –

Until the day my ink runs dry

And even after when I still try

Fry, I will, when my words are through

Images, ideas, music, too

I am an artist of Holy Seven

Perhaps out of Hell, we’ll make a heaven

Eleven, it must be my second time round

So I try to write it without a sound

But that is how my name big

Smudging symbols in the air, so dig

There’s some beauty of illusion in the night

That’s mustered up from saved up light.

We’re caught within a story of sheets

Nothing ever exactly repeats

The same thing, in the same way, twice

Doesn’t that make history not so nice

But riddles help us understand the day

And breath life into this worn-out clay

Deliver us from evil and transgression

Or else we’re doomed to fall into regression

The boat is filled with many men

You can count them out by scores of ten

They are travelling to the promised land

Discovering the world, or so they planned.

And so the only real Canadian is Indian

Not the type that wears a turban

But a warrior, nonetheless, who carries Pride

Because the Europeans lied.

They were given language, religion, drugs

They were given alcohol to take back in slugs

But it was the white man who truly robbed his land

Now the world of power, we understand.

Grace is earned, and grace deserved

Pitches fast and pitches curved

From this brief tale I hope you hear

Why some men stay and some men disappear.

JD Kruger, GLP4.