Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

  The Blue Eyed Boy  o f Wonder   The young man Was repelled By the rhetorical   & preferred the image   He saw as a child With a new man’s strength   Ecstatic with novelty  & pleasure & ease   Then he weakened Time sped up Objects — no longer images suspended miraculously   And rhetoric became required (You could call it a fall from grace ? ) As he desperately Sought out meaning amid the horror   Values  Now ordered By his tired mind   Beauty no longer seduced him For long   Everything, even  His visions, Felt full of effort   What was “ Life ” But  labour ?   Forgotten, the blue eyed boy of wonder     Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023. ​

I opened my computer to type out a poem today breaking my manifesto which unless ur well yunno is no covenant, more a guiding principle - relax: as Lao Tzu said: The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao. Be like water xx Teaching today about visions and people’s place within movements I feel powerless. An independent in a world of gangs. I wrote An Amateur’s Manifesto on my blog ( look up Malachi Doyle blog - Mel From Melbourne Music Words). Few paid attention as I live in a cultural desert/dessert. I moved today. Something moved. Not trivial. Too important all this to leave unrecorded. Go well. One love xx Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.