There is NO Hope For Power
This is an interesting piece based on the fact I that I pulled it from my archives and many times when I do that, I’m rather surprised at what I find and ask myself, ‘did I write that?’ Also the date I wrote it was in October 2012, when we were living in St. Louis and madly searching for a place in Oregon to re-locate to since we felt we had hit a dead end wall living in that area of the country as far as our music careers went. We had come back from Europe feeling rather exhausted and desolate. So in that regard, what part of my soul did this writing emanate from? It seems to lean toward those in power who seem to have lost all connection to any sort of moral character or connection to the Great Mystery. Possibly I was feeling irritated and resentful at the fact that no matter what we did, how much money we spent, how hard I performed on stage trying to ‘prove myself,’ to ‘prove that I was worthy’ of a manager or agent, I couldn’t get one. Of course I blamed it all on myself.. that I was doing something wrong in the big scope of things. Never did I think it was because of lack of talent.. hell I knew I was not God’s gift to the music world by any far stretch of the imagination but artists with less talent than I had made it big so ‘why not I?’ I do remember I had seen a photo of a big record executive sitting behind a big fancy expensive desk, in an elaborately expensively decorated office, with his feet up, smoking a cigar, and I thought: “Well, there’s where all the artists money goes… struggling musicians slugging across the country from exhausting gig after gig, with little sleep most of the time, eating crap food and barely making enough to pay for the next meal at times, and their sits Mr. Big Wig collecting the publishing royalties and a nice percentage of the gig pay.” This most likely seeded the idea behind the writing but then it seemed to take a life of its own diving into the truth about how power is a seductive force to those who fall prey to its cunning and egotistical ways and once a person truly tastes the intoxicating effect of big power, vanity takes over and one goes blind from their own false image in the mirror. Prince once said, “I’ve been to the mountain top, there’s nothing there.” And in that, there is always hope for even the biggest most powerful ego to bow down and for that soul to awaken.
There is NO Hope For Power there is no hope for power it chokes, it strangles, it explodes it’s vain, swollen, blind seething-ly it corrodes it’s bold, it’s cold, manipulation is the game it cuts, it rips anything and everything to pave its way there is no hope for power devastation of the soul devastation of all good things brainwash the babies, sacrifice the old it fibs like a demon child while it stares me in the face challenging me to try and slap it down but instead I turn away no one can win against its force most can't wake to save their lives ah but when the time is ripe Love will sever the chord swollen bank accounts and bellies expensive cigarettes and caviar dinner parties darling, arriving in the governor's car! unaware and ignorant... petty and pretentious pawns atop their slaughterous thrones of powers glory in the thin air above moralities law there's no hope for power it lies to keep its place anything and everything it will say to keep your head upon the plate its wicked face disguised in social status whispers in your ear as it shoots your veins with words full of seduction into ignoramus fear it controls and keeps us trapped while we waste our lives believing all the crap what is there to do, what is there to say as the world spins itself through a trillion stars in space little men slinging hurtful words and false facade wearing ill fitted faces and playing God Lord forgive them for they truly know not what they do Lord please help us all, as we fall... (c) 2021 Christina James Circa 2012
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Loved it. Especially the last stanza.
The sounds of the words are lovely.
Also it lays out nicely on the page. Word and line spacing are so important in poetry. The platform didn’t fight you here. 🥰
Thanks Al.. I was a big hesitant to post it.. it’s rather heavy and this site is already heavy on heavy!!! LOL But hell.. I think it has a message and a warning for all. Appreciate you continued support!!!