I’ve been told
–
everyone fits
into one of four roles in life driven by 4 primal Urges
They’re either
a Dove, A Peacock an Eagle or an Owl
Yet, I find
myself identifying as Magpie that tends to hang out with Kereru, Pukeko, and Kea–
those
woodpigeons that tend to defy gravity by hanging out on thin branches
or those blue
and red long legged swamp hens hanging out in cul de sacs,
and those green
parrot bastards try to bite you and steal anything shiny from your car.
Love all of
those guys
I’ve been shown
-
how we get
boxed in by the Four Urges that drive us, that defines us,
Urges that
makes you put on masks when you get up in the morning
Sometimes when
you put on these masks, you end up in flocks of people
all wearing the
same masks.
A Dole of Doves
invited me to a symposium at suburban dinner party in west Auckland
It was full of
perfectly plumed Little Doves, yet when they went out on a limb
Sitting on a
branch they turned into a loft of woodpigeons
A muster of
peacocks came to a function in Blockhouse Bay
With class in one hand and a jar of
silver tongues in the other
yet it was a gawky of head bobbing
pukekos was seen leaving the place
A convocation
of Eagles form as a soaring over a central Auckland apartment
With a snake
around their neck as a tie, all in collared shirts and pressed pants
But deep in a
man cave they turned into a circus of Kea singing Bella ciao (x2) Bella ciao
ciao ciao
A Parliament of
Owls gather in the Night at an art exhibition in former Carrington Psych Hospital
in pods of
Hooting Owls, drinking wine, eating crackers and cheese
Later that
night behind the building it as a mischief of magpies that could be found
The Four masks I
thought I knew
gone,
replaced by
Kereru, Pukeko, Kea and Magpie
With a drop of
daemons blood in their beak and obscure tattoos under their feathers
They pass
through the underworld in their sleep,
known to
associate With witches, fools and fortune tellers
I’ve been told
that these
variants of the Norm socialize by prancing and dancing around on black sand
causing disruption,
cackling maniacally about it
I’ve been shown
that One outlier alone is seen as bad luck,
but together
they can bring on a change that should not be missed
I’ve been told
Light against Darkness, Earth
against Stone, Rainbow against the Void or fire against ice,
I’ve been shown
the kind follower can be a motivated leader,
the blind follower could be a great manager,
the strong manager can be a broken leader, the
strong leader could be a weak follower
I’ve been told
Light against Darkness, Earth
against Stone, Rainbow against the Void or fire against ice,
I’ve been shown
Light, darkness, rainbow, void, earth, stone,
fire, ice
Working in harmony beyond the
polar ideas of four roles
I’ve seen
Four Urges always caught in
conflict, feathers flying & they call this a normal working day
All in a days work
I’ve seen
That Owl is a killer, Owl is a
daemon that watches,
As a Magpie he is singing tales of
madness and evils at open mic nights
I’ve been told
Don’t you forget to put on that
mask ;
What mask will I wear Today? What mask will
you wear Tomorrow?
But I left the four Urges on the
coat-rack today
and swapped them for some native
birds
I’ve been shown
How 4 urges turn into 4 new ones for
each culture you embrace, 4 more for each sub-culture you become part of
Growing exponentially as you let
go of the idea of a reality that only exists on a x,y-axis chart
As part of a statistic of normality
I’ve been told
About a world beyond the four
Urges that you are meant to fit into
I’ve been shown
A world of change as a Magpie
that prefers the company of Kereru, Pukeko, and Kea
I’ve been told
Light against Darkness, Earth
against Stone, Rainbow against the Void or fire against ice,
I’ve been shown
Light, darkness, rainbow, void, earth, stone,
fire, ice
Working in harmony beyond the
polar ideas of four roles
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