Kes revisited 25.12.03 10.30am;Easter Bound.
by 
Lawrenco
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Posted: Wednesday, April 7, 2004 Word Count: 377 Summary: Kes=Kestral(hawk)Billy+Casper =same boy. Eisenstein;Russian film director ,affectively establishing modern cinema by inventing the shot.Heroes in his films were always equal,everyone was the star. Blakes"Jerusalem", is purposely nicked to coinside with the film. |
And did those worn feet,be defeated in Englands mountain green in 1970.
Overshadowing slag heaps,dreams spent,what scent to view for the lamb of God.
This sight deemed in pleasant pastures seen?
And was Kes countenance divine?
stolen but found by friend profound.
Did shine forth upon our clouded hills.
And was utopia built here in the white heat of the
revolution, as billed?
Did Billy burn the incence to boost his wistful falconry.
Clever Casper, flew his Kestral to trained desire.
Like his passioned, chariot of fire,
his bow of burning gold ,aiming for his arrows of desire!
The falcon bird hovered majestically, in Caspers own little kingdom.
This enclosed freedom of which self preserved, self imposed,will not be stable,to hold onto Kes`s life leash.
will not be able to hold onto this term of peace.
So to lament Caspers ,brothers money mis-spent.
Returns on hallowed turf not accounted for.
His elders revenge;a razor blade to Kes`s life blood.
Caused a momentary dream to be squashed out languished in a voided stream.
Back to the uncomfortable, encumbrance that betwixt his life sheen.
No Father....Mother bullied by patriarchy,cowers;her care too lean.
Christ is seen in thee,oh Casper what have we done?
What of God ,where is he,he be a she,in the face of Our Lady.
Almost forgotten,askew, outside the headmasters office
Her portrait above the punishment pew.
We all saw him Kes dishevelled,life cut out.
There Caspers soul mate,created holy spirit,does disolve!
we all came to his wake,of what resolve?
Did the falcon have a soul?
What the star of the film, never to be seen again....
No Parky ,no Johnny Carson,how profane,or did he rise again?
Many looking on, me in the 22nd row.The big screen projection,inside the audience,cause of mental flight?
Did it entice an Eisenstein,type, might(we could all be heros).
He stayed in me,me not realising until 25.12.03 10.30am?
The inner angel did fly into me, glide and hover inside,
Kes flies through and settles, in my art classroom my age 16 ,1975.
Kes tugging at my picture,of board room blight,chemical fumed trite.
Helping me find my cause, my compassion, my direction,
did you find him to?
So onwards,my sword will not sleep in my hand until,peace,justice,harmony,be built here in Englands green and pleasant land.
Overshadowing slag heaps,dreams spent,what scent to view for the lamb of God.
This sight deemed in pleasant pastures seen?
And was Kes countenance divine?
stolen but found by friend profound.
Did shine forth upon our clouded hills.
And was utopia built here in the white heat of the
revolution, as billed?
Did Billy burn the incence to boost his wistful falconry.
Clever Casper, flew his Kestral to trained desire.
Like his passioned, chariot of fire,
his bow of burning gold ,aiming for his arrows of desire!
The falcon bird hovered majestically, in Caspers own little kingdom.
This enclosed freedom of which self preserved, self imposed,will not be stable,to hold onto Kes`s life leash.
will not be able to hold onto this term of peace.
So to lament Caspers ,brothers money mis-spent.
Returns on hallowed turf not accounted for.
His elders revenge;a razor blade to Kes`s life blood.
Caused a momentary dream to be squashed out languished in a voided stream.
Back to the uncomfortable, encumbrance that betwixt his life sheen.
No Father....Mother bullied by patriarchy,cowers;her care too lean.
Christ is seen in thee,oh Casper what have we done?
What of God ,where is he,he be a she,in the face of Our Lady.
Almost forgotten,askew, outside the headmasters office
Her portrait above the punishment pew.
We all saw him Kes dishevelled,life cut out.
There Caspers soul mate,created holy spirit,does disolve!
we all came to his wake,of what resolve?
Did the falcon have a soul?
What the star of the film, never to be seen again....
No Parky ,no Johnny Carson,how profane,or did he rise again?
Many looking on, me in the 22nd row.The big screen projection,inside the audience,cause of mental flight?
Did it entice an Eisenstein,type, might(we could all be heros).
He stayed in me,me not realising until 25.12.03 10.30am?
The inner angel did fly into me, glide and hover inside,
Kes flies through and settles, in my art classroom my age 16 ,1975.
Kes tugging at my picture,of board room blight,chemical fumed trite.
Helping me find my cause, my compassion, my direction,
did you find him to?
So onwards,my sword will not sleep in my hand until,peace,justice,harmony,be built here in Englands green and pleasant land.