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“The genuine article!” How many times have you heard
the phrase? Images of perfection cloud your brain?
A derisive laugh? A sneering “oh, yeah!”. Words
mean nothing! Just a distraction.
“The genuine article”, deserves some thought;
“genuine” to what? By whose define?
It’s a worry, don’t you think? What is sought
should be viewed in such a cynical decline.
New Zealand trade marks, made in Japan or China -
no disrespect; Kiwi is Kiwi; should be
made on our shores; not searching for cheap labour
abroad, in some other country.
It’s all about profit! Profit be damned!
It’s all about people; it’s time to make a stand!
Employment, dignity and the richness of life, jammed
between the dole queue and making a grand.
Enough about money! Let’s talk about us.
People, human beings, how we handle the the task
of respecting each other, without resorting to lies;
how we interact honestly; lose the mask
of false civility, of feigned bonhomie;
I will be your legend, love mine.
So carefully crafted, so expensively
purchased; I sold my soul. Incline
your body towards me. I long for a touch.
To feel your breath on my skin.
“Genuine?”, you ask. Oh, yes; how much
I have trembled, sweated, lay shaking
for a brief moment of Truth and light
in which you could see me, as I am - vulnerable and naked,
not hiding, shading or withholding from sight
the “me” that is real, not manufactured or faked.
In that slice of eternity, for time to stand still;
no past, no future; an infinite “now”!
To touch lips together, feel the power; until
the moment shatters; hear you vow
to love me forever: for just who I am;
my strengths and my weaknesses, my demons
intact - for they are part of me, and
for better or worse define who I am; and can be. Summon
your tailor, put on your designer persona.
I am what I am, what I always have been
- Cinderella in rags. Be not lead astray,
I am no victim. I have seen
a vision of how life could be,
as sharp and piercing as shattered glass,
vibrant with colour; resonant with light and energy.
Anything else? I think I will pass.
Les Bush
23 April 2013
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