Scare The Color Off Of You Poem by Buddy Bee Anthony

it becomes,
clear.
throughout aeons of civilization,
Like any other species, such as birds, plants,
and insects
Mankind has been broken down into sub-classes,
clans. Small or large empires, Each, with their own distinct survival handbook
with their own particular set of ground rules
.
There is, for example, the spider clan
They're the merchants who are always open for business,
Their webbed shingle is up. And, they're taking orders.
Welcoming as a Venus Fly Trap,
sustaining their lives, consuming new blood, from any guest
flying too near..
There's the hawk clan of predator birds who roam
the sea, air and lands dive bombing to make their
kill be it a slower fish or animal down below.
Then there is the thief.
Like Army Ants, Snakes, Wild Cats, Jackals Wolves, , Coyotes
they hunt with stealth, are nomadic, can hunt alone, or in packs, their vision is acute, and will steal the kill of another.
they can be unrelenting, ruthless,
when aroused or they're hungry
and they're always hungry
They take what they want
coveting, more than what they need.
leaving a few survivors behind,
for a future hunt..
There are other types of clans. you can
hitch your wagon to.
You can travel the gibli winds of
the composite protectorate clan. Perhaps the
most fickle clan of all. You never know where you stand
with the next graduating class of these code breakers.
They have their own language. A code only they can translate. They frustrate, double back, confuse,
and ultimately, wea rdown their quarry. They are a licensed mob making up their own rules. Desecrating other belief system and decreeing new standards digging and drawing new lines in your sand, while upholding their own privilege
by breaking treaties, promises, rules, even commandments.
These are the Knights, the mercenary soldier, always threatening a bloody Military Coup,
with a legal writ to shoot to kill. they and their minions employ thought police and speech codes for everyone else.
Never shall anyone question their ignoble, coat of arms. Crossed swords, with shield and heavy armor.
Their law is the law. They dictate how it is going to be. Often getting others to fight for them by claiming to be beholden to a church. This clan is in it entirely for themselves. Upset their apple cart and your bottom line is to
do hard time in the tower. or worse...
So, align yourself wisely
a lone wolf, or chameleon,
a spider, a fly, a chart forger, or a thief of hearts..
My father planned his work,
working his plan to an early grave. He chased the big score, which went to someone else. Dad was a lone wolf.
Who was proud to say he set his own hours. He worked his plan to a premature death. His itchy hands, dipping into savory but often, poison pies.
This next clan is the enigma Clan. They skate through life with a pass. They have provenance, entitlement, coat of arms They are often beautiful, and gifted, they charm us. They act, dance, sing, tell stories, perform comedy, They write plays, music, movies, dazzling us for our pleasure, they are entertaining and amusing.
Many have legions of fans and hanger's ons. This clan is happily clueless. intoxicated by their own press, and renown. Adapting as best they can. Many are loved for being well paid bums, wealthy, malcontents and fools. They act out professionally. Exciting perpetually bored others, Which leads us into
another clan of kindred souls. A most ancient clan.
I call them the prescient clan. They're fortune telling soothe sayers all knowing. In intimate contact with the source., They are the anointed ones. Self appointed or assigned to be keepers of the fire.
guarding the book of life. Keeping the fires ancient legends and sacred traditions alive. Voodoo, incantations. Ancient knowledge. They're the tribal council, Imans, Rimpoche, Rabbi, Pope, minister, priest, who live between the material and the unseen worlds.., they can negotiate a truce, and diminish damages between injured parties. Translating ancient knowlege into a more tangible, hopefully, understandable, living spirit.
The holy clan keeps our spiritual train on it's track.
Fasten your safety belt nice and tight
with so many clans to choose from
You're bound to find your parachute.
assured to scare the color off of you.