#12 “The Provocateur”…[Series Poetry-Painting]
(deviates from substance and depth, using my artistic visual definitions)
Truth is Death
“the world, a weepy-willow tree, infinite in its droops a dangled chain… clusters of meaningless beings, born to live in the peals of distress and pages of helplessness… ahhhhhhhhh, INDIO, you agree not but asserted nothing! __ade caparas manilah
the truth exist:
flowers trees birds houses books rains thunders lightnings
all things surrounding;
my passion my hunger my pain
ahhhh, the world is true
bubbling leaking themselves
sometimes as false!
but am i true?
you ask, “how are you?”
i reply, “fine, thanks!”
when the truth is:
i am a weepy-willow… lacerated bleeding
but foolish, who acts not
waiting waiting ‘manna’ from heaven.
the ‘manna’ fails to fall from heaven
i need to climb up a mango tree
hold that fruity juicy mango
i act to have…
the truth of existence
my being is pronounced
surges in reality
i taste the fruity juicy mango!
the falsity of joy is
reality of my being
truth identifies my being.
Assertiveness leads to the reality of my being, i.e. grabbing surging bubbling dancing singing writing… which is an actuality of appearances yet my consciousness is that of an infinite image of a weepy-willow; the truth… the revelation of may existence is ‘Death’.
a surreal prose and poetry by: __ade caparas manilah
saturday 5:57pm 02 february 2019
Sydney nsw australia