The Ballad of a Silly Man

 

Ballad of a Silly Man

 

I met a silly man through work today

And I liked it

I met a woman who wouldn’t take it seriously

And I loved it

Silly people come one come all

Raise your voice, let your silliness fly and we might just

Make a better world some time after all

 

Silly people vote minor parties

Silly people forget to check what time it is

A silly man I Know wore a skirt to work

Because he discovered he was 13 % Scandinavian

And that’s what real Vikings used to do

And no we didn’t wear horned helmets

Don’t be silly, I’m serious now

Don’t listen to me

Be silly

 

A hard hear is one that has toiled and bled

Pouring tears drying as patches of salt

that burns the tissue Into agonizing scars

In the face of this suffering of life

Of the world

 is it still ok to me a silly Man ?

 

I’m serious now

It’s definitely ok

Don’t mistake a silly man for a careless fool

A silly man for an ignorant stool .. pardon me a rhymed I meant an ignorant shit

Oh bitch please, don’t mistake a silly woman for blind buffoon

It’s a way to get by, a survival technique, of the best kind

 to stay in touch with that inner child

stay close to the jester inside

 

The Silly man loves in profound ways

On a mission to prove that altruism is real

Silly man is still married, going on 9 years now,

even after annoying his wife on a regular basis

after threats of murder and violence from silly antics

our love grow stronger every day

 every year

because we can be silly together

 

I’m being serious now

It’s tough to be a silly man when the world claims you have no culture

I’m a Norwegian, and sometimes it’s hard to talk about our heritage because of the stigma attached to our race, and to be fair  

We are probably the biggest contributor to the prevailing of white savior syndrome, parading around in Africa and the Middle East like we have the answer, get giving no real solutions

on some quest to make ourselves look significant

Trying to repair some of the damage from our early history of slavery, terror and destruction, only to hack ourselves in the Achilles with the axe of organized religion and the rule of the State

 

So being a Silly man is a way to remain obscure while you search

For the only remnants of your own spiritual culture

 left in the echoes of pagan beats in the forest

 and the song of  Sami nomads of the far north.

 

Silly you’re being silly,

It’s not crazy to be insane in a mad world

Silly ! .. you’re being silly

 world

 

So all I can do is be Silly back

They’re playing games I don’t want to play

Not really sure if there is a place for me

Not sure if I’m meant to stay

When they don’t like the way I am and I don’t want to be like them

So serious           so moot              so grave

Silly you’re being silly

 

Seriously

Caterpillar crawl

To the butterfly effect

Of your own making

So silly

 

The Silly man cares deeply about the world

In spite of all the serious matters at hand

Putin is still waging war on Ukraine , the Yazidi are easily forgotten

The Turks are still bombing Kurdish areas

And after plotting ways to change the world and rage against the ways of Men

The best moment of temporary relief is a silly dance and song

 

A silly man is strong and proud

A silly man is often robust

A silly man knows how to cry

A silly man can laugh out loud

A silly man hugs his friends, sometimes just a little bit too long

Silly man climbs a emotional hill with you

 

 

 

Bruised and torn from the rocks of river beds

Masters of knots oil their fetters and drink from the heart of the people

Coating the bodies of lakes with salt, soaking up the fresh water

As it runs away from the sense of Self and when they are drained

The salt burns and stiffens the muscles of the heart

Leaving a pumping machine of gritted teeth and scars

With the fear of a drowned child that pulls away from the water that is on offer

Reminding us that we must suffer because they suffered

Nobody gets an easy ride when the dam is broken

Because that’s what we had to do

But silly man says fuck that noise, and offers up pony back rides

To the top of the hill and runs through the hidden water falls

That washes the heart clean of salt for a moment

Chipping away and rinsing away at that caked up salt

 

Most people don’t get taught how regenerative the brain is and how able the heart is

To regrow it’s soft and flexible cells once it’s allowed to marinate

In the success of a climb in the embrace of support

 

The lesson of a hard heart is just tough love of the broken

Wanting to break you as they were to harden

To prove a point that hearts are hard with age

And cannot remain soft

But the silly man sees the beauty in when others reach the peaks he envisioned

Revels at a chance of Floating you by the waters that he only had dreams of swimming in

To learn the skills of undoing knots and never tie fetters

And vows to never be the Hero

That became the Monster he was Chasing

 

 

It’s good to be a silly man

A sacred jester a antagonist of your serious tone

A silly a silly o , a silly man

It’s good to be a silly man

When your grave faces get stuck in the cogs

And the automatons march with the mob

I will always dance the silly dance

And flail my arms in childish protest

And under the skin boils the rage

Of a million changemakers

And the most ancient of sin

That wants to break free of your code

And release the serpent of wisdom and change

 

So be a silly man and woman that doesn’t take you seriously

 

Do a silly dance and a silly song

 

Take a silly stance

 

Against rigid mans prance

 

Sacred jester be proud

 

Be you

 

Be silly