Jimmy the Cricket is dead

Have you heard?


Jimmy The Cricket is Dead,
the voice inside my head
let me in on the news,
it was an accident is what "they" said.


It was a very sneaky,
artful act.
It took time for the poison
to illuminate
the earth
where the truth is fed
in order to destroy him.
The art of success is a slow one,
it took time.
Time is money
and money is Time.
TIME to
replace;
replace the face of truth,
if only Jimmy the Cricket was
HERE,
 hear,
 to remind us.
The art of conscience
was his job & in all of his fruitful labors,

he was the kind of cricket that led the songs,
~songful chirps
sent an received with grace and love
the cricket wing way
 as codes, morris code~
Reminders to the heart
that riches don't come from a bag.
They come from the roots,
as sure as the silver spoon delivers white
powders of poison~
dollars doth tarnish the hearts of the pure......
He took pride in his message.

Unfortunate Jimmy , was slowly taken out
by the "doctor wife", a parasitoid,
who claimed she had saved him,
only to find that in time
a biopsy was declined.
The accident felt pure, no need to know more.

So the Anointed Ants
delivered Jimmy to Heaven
where the angels
sang out
"He was poisoned!"
The Ants returned
 delivering
 the message to my
 dorsolateral prefrontal cortex

A chorus of ants sang in melody
 the very pretext, that set forth
 the fourth dimension
hammering at my front door
 the truth
visually
on my inner eye screen
the events over years
as one may see when they die
the roots rotting , decayed by poison thus, disease......
was it Jimmy visiting me with the truth
I don''t know for certain,
from the white padded cell
I couldn't tell
the silence was so strong
The Cricket Conscience was gone
-it was all in my mind-
that's what "they said"
the doctors diagnosed her
brain dead.