Martyr-You fell asleep here!

A martyr craves at a sword 🗡️ to fall on. And it’s not on the innocent glade that he adjusts to sit upon, but rather—it’s in his choice of adjusting the glade ,at right angles, which sources him to shine on.

Yes, much so much ,”deservedly,” applauded, long after the influences which make a martyr so very gone ; much like ‘far gone, yet regressed into the woods as lain-forlorn.

But, in all this, the MARTYR ,as grace supreme, strikes everywhere, to linger on and continues to live on ,even after being stang on by these ill-deceited bees🐝 , blunder-bussing up his knees and moving through those curve-balls hidden under his wearings, till the imperial desert of his buttocks reaches a state of meditative sojourn.

Yes, it’s a martyr persona which has this seismic impact, indeed! Much like his buxom dignity (as a metaphier, ) which gets caught amidst the lonesome reeks (quiet exactly characterizing the metaphrand, ) so as to seek the threat of being dispersed in this: the holy land of the “broken down streets.”

Yet it’s a realm where the Martyr carries over the transference of ownership of a situation that bears the flaws of a society or place. And in this process, the martyr starkly depicts things gone wrong in this world , and to that, he courageously bears the brunt of other’s ills , only to be later found drowned in it. Also thereupon, sometimes, the martyr could even be believed to have been fashioning a firmament of supernatural power, as if, rebounding from some upper echelon of spirited seat ,and intentionally tossed in the infernal hell, only to safeguard the venerable. In that sense a martyr’s life can be construed upon as a myth which could be drawn upon for sheer reflection.

In that sense the martyr lives on as an apparition,dropping a lantern, on humanity’s blinded sight …

And, perhaps the martyr , vanquished in space and time, is made worthy while he sits upon this mighty pedestal of casted throne; only to be lead onto a different realm of marching orders , stepping up to that ultimate bravery.

How is this subject relevant to the subject of mythical legendary?! Yes it does. For one moment, if one perceives a martyr as a person who crosses seven seas and explores how and where to live in it , then you will see the meaning in it.

Don’t yet plough me off to seas. Read on to understand reason in this.

In meaning — hear 👂 me, and listen if you will, to whistle and bear the martyr in you and me ,” to simply return in fleets especially when a “change ,” comes thro in these notes of sweet deceits.

And when that change comes in , one gets oriented to that ,as if, inheriting a sense of conception of make beliefs , springing from it. Then , there are historical origins which influence us more strongly than most people believe or realize as it is. Ideals of the world built in the nature of the language we use and the ideas transmitted in terms of analogies and metaphors (one uses ) to explain and explore things in the true nature of spirit. And finally, the eclectic genesis that unfolds. It seemingly unifies in this quantum fields, wherein, it’s synchronicities are drawn out for thought inditement, and much to spur invisible fields of re-enchanting possibilities.

And then again, everything can be seen as a make belief . Everything one perceives can be casted as a cascading fleet of myths. Every idea , each imagery ,in that sense, could be seen as a shift in the semantic realm of relevance. A sort of a myth within myth, stirring beliefs and attitudes, to bring in that ultimate relief of consanguineous coexistence.

Strangely enough the imagery of a martyr in many places,as a gifted persona, is worth dwelling more seriously,but here, my intent is to dwell deeper, more progressively, as it burgeons to blossom and c’d complicate itself in it’s growth to beseech!

Very often, depicting the course of a martyr’s life may seem obscured. His path may look like crossing seven seas to arrive at some elevated point of consciousness. Upon such arrivals, the question that arises is whether his spirit incarnate looks at itself as some somber song or could he be subjecting himself to complacencies that speak injustice proper to his plight. Meaning —does the martyr perceive the subject of —who am I, with unfazed eyes or could he be deluded in a state of frenzied delusion lashed at him as bravado. Awakened to grand hands casted over him , does the martyr secure silence in the enforcing rule of the almighty which is led by the prominent men claiming proprietary to cause covenant supremacy.

Better yet , is there a possibility that a martyr could be feeling as though he is alighting a wicker edged incandescence 🕯️ and ending up in the old truism of being lit 🔥 in the golden grace of staged epiphanies.

Often times , a martyr c’d be thrown into a fire, only to be pitted upon, for ever, in some blue flame , to finally awaken in the glow of phantom’s apparition.

What makes sense, more so in an antithetical way ,is to put a martyr’s life under scrutiny, which , in turn, could be looked upon as galloping comically while he undergoes this ordeal of living his life fully, with the end effect of being regarded with awe , for losing it all , completely.

Besides , for a long time , humanity has been seemingly giving up on beliefs and failing to crown his courage in time and later returning to usher him ,posthumously. That scenario echoes in pastures where the only one’s going to laud him for his vacant bravery is probably people missing him out in distant vagaries.

In all this , the valedictory verse spoken aptly, by his grim ghost would be like this :

I flourished since many centuries while the primmed prigs perfectly pricked and pretended passing vested interests into some justified perjury. And when the second sight came in through the century , the same sympathies emerged as if ,mischievously, in the niches of gimmickry. Hauntingly, there, as one may see , the Martyr, may appear devout to human sacrifices ,almost diabolically engaging as a “resurrectionist,” of such garish circumstance of some tomfoolery.

To this point and to all that which could unfold as a a martyr’s myth is this : here is to be seen a very quaint sepulcher , long ousted out and lain to rest as a pre-deceased and slipped under the tomb of falsities, tucked away by super ordinary people deciding to bid farewell by bending solicitously and mourning over his languorous stupidity. This is why we use the verse —rest in peace RIP 🪦shortly after one’s demise, much like one decides to lift the deceased out of this earthly howl of make beliefs which seemingly look rooted in faked fraternities that pretend to line dance ,solemnly, around a martyr’s funerary.

Signing off as an alter ego to a Martyr and voicing this over : Until death does us apart much over these trials of martyrdom which seemingly have been held as these silenced mekerbic- mockeries ✌️

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©✍️ Madhu Goteti ,August 3rd ,2023