Time To Reinvent

Forget the ancient televised frowns of your numbered mother
Know that there shall be a genocide, a great fire, killing your father's seeds of influence
You are the velvet sun on fire and it is time to reinvent a perfect instant
A brilliant second to dwell within, full of a million different hues
Sweep all instruments aside and chose between school boy dreams
and grand rose gardens, each petal catalogued in the library of Alexander
This is the instant to die unannounced and to be reborn as an army of angels
One which screams words of ocean grandeur and Trident, naked and strong, leads with his poetry
This revered tower of babel is fading with its own spotlight reflected back onto its side
Shining off the waveless water where the wind awakens the divine amongst the reeds
And the vastness of your jewel encrusted decision is yours to ponder
Will you shrug away and burn the jacket of ageless obsession- a warm summer dream to own
Or throw your self from the highest ledge, naked and golden, knowing that living sonnets do not bleed
Wisdom is merely conditioning, believing is merely ignorance, knowledge is merely comparison
We need nought but men who drink the wine from ancient cellars
Who chew the fatted calf with smirks and hands on thighs
We need hallowed, holy, intercourse of body and mind and these men shall lead us
Forget the television frowns of your mother
and now, you are to be the one who burns your father's memory
Every man who has a lilac sonnet in his heart is a leader with wings on their feet
With a slow and perfectly mastered love that constructs great mandalas in the sky
And I yell to you...
'Watch as the tower falls
 as the tea party is burnt
 as television frowns are driven to slumber
 and we become the new poets of the dawn'.