Bardic performance witten and performed by Lou Purplefairy Sept 2011
©Lou Purplefairy2011

Epic Karma Dramas
By Lou Purplefairy 2011
 
I’m standing observing
And sometimes swerving
These bullets that are flyin
As people are cryin
While caught up in dramas
and karmas,
Which constantly harm us.
 
All I’m hearing’s  “love and light”
From those who just fight,
And, try as they might
to convince me they’re right,
I can’t help but bite 
chunks out of their plight,
That,
so and so’s wrong
and doesn’t belong
to this spiritual throng
that I sing of in song.
 
so, who makes the rules
and who makes the fools
of all of us here?
because its perfectly clear
that none are immune
from the doom and the gloom
of falling upon your own sharp sword in your spiritual tomb.
 
From glass houses you throw stones,
At those sat on thrones
Which really's no more
Than a seat on the floor,
When it makes more sense
to get off the fence
and pull the splinters from your arse
and ask,
who here has not fallen short 
in the estimations and connotations and
who has not been sold and who has not been bought?
Now there’s a thought…
 
An idea that’s fraught
With self defamation, derision and collusion,
Which holds up your world and self delusion:
That your shit don’t stink
And your guts ain’t pink
And do you ever really, stop and think…?
Or just take the poison and drink
And live life on the brink,
of insanity?
 
This herd mentality
Stops you being free,
When you join with gossips causing 
character 
fatalities.
Ask yourself
are you so free
from personal
calamity?
Or do you not see,
the tragedy?
staring back at ya
In your morning mirror
Before you have your toast and tea?
 
Are you whiter that white?
Blacker than black?
Carrying perfection upon your back?
A heavy load
Weighing you down on this spiritual road
As you try to decipher this mystical code?
 
I might be so bold,
As I start to get old,
To see there's no real value in gold,
As economies fold
And we are all hung out to dry in the bitter the cold.
Standing around,
As we’re hearing the sound
Of our hearts hitting the ground
With the realisation
That tho truth’s been found
Its distorted by those who fuckin clown around.
 
So, you may ask,
Why is this fairy
Being so lairy?
And so carefree
And speaking such words we find so hurtful and personal,
is she persecuting me? 
The so-called enemy?
 
I don’t wanna annoy ya
In your deluded paranoia
as you arm yourself with aura zizz machines,
crystals, magic wands
and GM free soya.
 
Wake up and smell the coffee,
You’re beginning to bore the shit outta me,
When ya talk bullshit and bollox
thats got nothing to do with me
or you,
or anyone else,
this bitchcraft should be left upon the shelf.
cuz
Its someone else’s "personal",
Someone else is responsible
Yet your tuppence is thrown into the well
As you cast a spell
To send to hell
All those with whom you cannot jell.
Can’t you hear the alarm bell?
 
Ringing loud and clear
As you are standing here
Thinking
what’s gotten into this purple girl?
 
I ‘ll tell ya,
 
I’m fucking disgusted,
With the lack of mustard,
And the division and derision
From all quarters,
so called supporters
for droves and roads
and bones 
and places we call home,
Hold the phone!
I’m not yet done!
I’ve only just begun!
 
Don’t stand in the ring
And sing
About peace "Hand in hand"
And bring
Your fakery and false niceties
While all the time...
 
summising and despisin
Your bitterness and jealousy
mean absolutely shit to me,
As its eating up your integrity,
leaving you
totally
emotionally,
mentally and
spiritually 
empty....
Your spirituality is empty...
 
So you try to impress me,
At all the fancy dress meets,
All-equally-inside-a-mess greets,
Can't admit or confess freaks
Because its clear to view
whats all around you
Your gob and body may fool you to,
But the light you shine
or shadows you cast
Are finally visible to all at last.
And now I see friendships fading fast,
Your ships wont sail with a broken mast,
as you stand upon that precipice,
so vast…
 
This purplefairy getting lairy,
who seems accusing and is refusing
to budge,
from her opinions 
and dominions,
Is not here to stand and judge,
She’s here because this world is wasteman,
Full with people with a bitter taste and
Vengeances and rotten blood,
who really, really, really should
Know better and display,
that real love is really the only way to go
Not this “love and light” on show
Of which I keep hearing,
Which fuels the pain that is searing
At our souls...
 
And filling our bowls
With empty deeds, actions and swearing.
No!
Real love, the love that I know,
Is that love which accepts people need to grow,
And have compassion, and positive action,
and the wherewithall to accept those, 
who are on a go-slow-journey 
to find their mojo...
 
I’m the first to admit, I’ve been in the shit,
I’ve messed up,
blacked out,
fucked up,
caused a fuss
made dramas
And karmas
That damage all of us.
I’m standing here today,
to remind the world there is another way.
Go home, and listen
to the words i say...
 
And when you are in cyberspace,
remember that the pace
Of life still flows,
And what you say online, still goes.
And colours every single one of our tribe
To that world outside
That continues to deride
And chide,
Everyone who goes along for the ride,
as they diss and take the piss,
For everything we believe in, 
Because there's no true unity within.
 
Fuck 
"my camp,
your camp,
Don’t talk to him
He’s a tramp,
Upon your head he will stamp,
There's a fuckwit with a spirit so damp"!
 
Make your peace with your sister
and your brother,
And remember people that we are each other.
And the dirt you see and every inflection 
in others is but your own 
imperfect
reflection.
 
And if you find my words are hard to swerve,
Because they have hit upon a nerve,
Then Bloody Good!
I'm getting thru,
To those,
who chose,
to call a rose,
another name,
In this bloody stupid game,
we call
“Aim and maim"
at anyone we see who gets a bit of fame!
Its lame!
Its your insecurities you need to tame!
You only have yourself to blame,
Because
we're all the bloody same!
 
So listen up to this Bardic Poet,
As she stands here and says,
By Goddess Mote it.
There is no them and us,
Just the “us” who do not yet know it.
 
I real love everyone under this shining sun,
And now my song is almost done being sung,
you see that
My great big heart is your proof,
when you find me so intolerably uncouth
for
I am the mirror,
that reflects 
the bloody truth.
 
Peace Out
/|\
 

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