naykdpoet

The following collection of poems and essay is a personal reflection of questioning the subject:  Life

Life becomes important
To those that make it
For those less significant
They are resigned to fake itOne’s relevance is a relative thing
It is all in how you want to view it
So if it’s left to the perceiving
You decide whether or not you blew itBut when this life comes to an end
And your life story in summary is told
It’s up to the remaining others to contend
If to a life’s purpose you did in fact uphold

A star is borne
It glitters in the night’s dark sky
It heralds a new light force
It beckons an observant eye
To chart a new life’s course
To demand and be bold
A challenge to be observed
Before the light grows old.

This the date I was born
Hence it be the date from earthly presence, I be torn
For my time here has been duly worn
And this soul met with its due of scornIn my stead I leave meager wealth
For it to represent my earthly self
With it do what is felt
For it may be worthy an ounce of `gilt‘

My sight has become blinded
When peering into the darkness
Of tomorrow’s light
Best I not see
For what is shown
Is of chilling frightLost is the color of flowers
And blooms of hue’s array
Where is the guidance?
Why have we lost our way?Felled by want and greed
Influenced beyond our need
For material possessions
That in the end cannot feed
Leaving mankind
To unnecessarily suffer
And blood of life
Left to bleed

I struggle with this life
With it’s up and down course
The direction it takes
Influenced by an invisible forceOne day is good
The next bad
The elation of one
Fights the sadAre challenges life brings
One of learning things right
Or just a crap-shoot
A throw of elusive cosmic dice

Assuredly there is an answer
One that will surely astound
But to whom has yet to discover it
Is as yet, one I’ve not found

Matters of life and love
Reduced to lyrics in a song

Want and wishes manufactured
Electronic influence that is strongSensitivity and compassion
Just for the weak to belongLife has a new course
A second chance – gone!

The sweet serenity of cottage life
Filled with sunny, wind sweep days
And glorious star filled nights
An experience one longs to craveThe innocent sounds of neighboring folks
Early morning coffee on the deck
Telling off color and boasting jokes
Life unencumbered – is it tomorrow yet?Fishing off the pier with beer in hand
Sunlight glittering off the rippling waves
Sail boats glide pass like a marching band
The cottage life – a life to save

The song from wind swept trees abounds
BQ’s sizzling with potato and steak
The joyful sound of friends all around
A happiness that can’t be faked

Brisk evenings tempered around a crackling fire
Marsh-mellows melting off the end of a stick
Fighting fatigue and the taunt to retire
A fresh round of beers does the trick

The sweet serenity of cottage life
Filled with sunny, wind sweep days
And glorious star filled nights
The cottage life – a life to save.

Like the nucleus of the molecule
That is my world
Centered at a vantage point
Conspicuously removed – detached
Yet a vital part
Meant to observe objectively
To translate subjectively
Ignorant of purpose
Aware of its existence
The illusive path to its source
Alluded to in the minds of others
Eluding the minds of all
Round and round the envelope
Of existence it spins
Communicating, transitioning, evolving
Mutations transforming to new realities
Built on energies of old
Re-configuring into shapes known
Not yet understood – analyzed
Until made real for harmonies sake
Then regressed to myth of having been
To dissolve into spent energies
Sparkles in the night sky’s darkness
Tossed and consumed by solar winds
Taken to outer reaches of presence
To new realities gain.

Sky thunderous, dark; the river raging black
Trembling land under foot, starting to crack
Rolling ominous clouds, lightening clap
Will the day’s sun ever come backHow long will tumultuous conditions last
Human patience for change is waning fast
Resources to survival limited by contrast
Political will to remedy scarce, but much bombastYouth’s generation confronting a new pain
Higher education’s promises void of real gain
Fearful of a vibrant future, with no job to sustain
Hope dwindling, optimism hard to retain

Bleak need not be the outcome, if all were smart
The course to correction, is tear the old system apart
What is needed is a fresh and realistic start
One where classes of people are not driven apart

Each human offers for the taking, a unique resource
Each must be regarded as a contributing force
The collective power of all can chart a new course
One of prosperity shared, respective of natural resource

To be asked: what catalyst will it take?
To recognize the depth of the ‘original’ global mistake
And that a new road to real human prosperity, must we take
Otherwise future life on this Earth, will be one grown on hate.

Grey Matter of Life

I die
My brain exposed
Sliced
Examined
Spots of experience
Depression
Joy
Fear
Anxiety
Anticipation

Random
Timeless
Dead

The sightless worm burrowing through eon’s confluence entrails of life lived deposited with or without design, creating purpose to an unknown venture spurred by unconscious program of inherited helix’s code to a destiny riddled with obstacle of random order yet given to purpose to yield fortitude of mind and body to strive for completion though oblivious to the recognition of its chance occurrence superseding fault to energy’s demise to then be rendered to eon’s confluence entrails of life lived deposited with or without design, creating purpose to an unknown venture spurred by unconscious program of inherited helix’s code to a destiny riddled with obstacle of random order yet given to purpose to yield fortitude of mind and body to strive for its completion though oblivious to the recognition of its chance occurrence superseding fault to energy’s demise to then be rendered to eon’s confluence entrails of life lived deposited with or without design,creating purpose to an unknown venture spurred by unconscious program of inherited helix’s code to a destiny riddled with obstacle of random order yet given to purpose to yield fortitude of mind and body to strive for its completion though oblivious to the recognition of its chance occurrence superseding fault to energy’s demise to then be rendered to eon’s confluence entrails of life lived deposited with or without design, create

Without warning I pressed your lips to mine
At first you resisted
Then you changed your mind
With pent up passion you caved to your desire
It was then I knew I had ignited a fireYour tongue probed in exploration
Telling me of your adoration
I knew it lay deep inside
Now you knew there was nothing to hideWith new abandon you probed and searched
Forgetting the guilt laden by the church
You found in your heart the truth you knew
Now it was time to live life – anew.

As I sit here in my new home out in the wilderness of lake country I ponder my future amidst the dramatic changes I have imposed upon myself and ask this question of my self:Are you happy with the way things have turned out truly, or am I appeasing myself by saying `all is good’ but am in fact just fooling myself only to one day in the unknown future, curse having done what I have decided to do?Arguably, is it not a matter of one’s state of mind about how one chooses to interpret any condition?

If one wishes to view a decision in a negative light, likely is to considered a `bad choice’ however, the reverse has also to be true.

Therefore, it is an imperative to look at all choices in a positive light; regardless of the outcome. For at the time of making a decision, all considerations are thought to render; the most positive of possible outcomes. Hence, by resolve: There are no wrong choices!

I have always contended a life-journey to be network of individual paths, each path at some point arriving at an intersection of choice, a fork-in-the-road. I refer to this point of intersection as a `node’. These are points in life when a critical, life changing decision is demanded. The process of evaluating and weighing pros and cons to the matter to derive a direction to be taken; the next path to life’s journey.

It is only through retrospection can it be established if the perceived versus the ultimate result chosen is favorable or unfavorable; and NOT, right or wrong.

It is virtually impossible, with a high degree of certainty to predict the outcome of any decision taken or the alternative options to it.

The only conclusive evaluation; for better or worst of any choice, is the point in time and circumstance, one ultimately finds themselves, then by what and whose measure of success or failure.

For instance, my personal circumstance; by western, social standards and materialist perspective, my life could be assessed as: a dismal failure. However, where I find myself, this precise moment and stage of my life’s journey, is precisely where and, doing, what it is I would most have wished for.

The interesting aspect to this curiosity is; whether the path which we believe we are taking, relatively independent in decision making process is, in fact, pre-ordained?

What could be referred to as FATE can only speculated to.

Considering Choice to be a calculative thought process; a brain function of interconnected neurons firing off in a sequence, catalyzed by chemistry, in fractions of a nano-second, subjected to electro-magnetic influence imposed on the specific global location, relative to the galaxy, the universe and all influencing elements that are the Cosmos.

It can be confidently stated; the Cosmos is much greater than the power of the individual mind. Thus the influence it imposes, accurately translated as cosmic energy channeled through an individual’s Third Eye Charka, is from the former to the latter.

So, can it be stated that the process to Decision constitutes free choice or, is it more accurately the translation of cosmic messages often referred as Cosmic Consciousness, actions in context to Conscious Reality; what is taught, influences and values that shape perception?

This stated, is it possible to consider as example the function of the video camera: the optic nerve, the camera, responds to light waves sensed from through the lens-eye. The computer-brain to the camera translates light waves as electronic pulses affecting a magnetic-field generated pixel, the composite of which replicate that viewed through the camera lens. Could material reality, our existence, be nothing more than this same process but, in reverse?

To explain: waves of energy communicated throughout the universe, received and by brain function, are translate into electronic pulses affecting the optical nerve.

That which is deemed tangible, material reality, is in effect a learned function of the brain as it functions within the time space continuum, that by function of human evolution, it is increasingly agreed that there exist more than three dimensions to the universe and all that comprise it. As the brain evolves its development through the centuries, it gains in ability to perceive the existence of further dimensions not unlike the so called Grey’s of UFO sightings and abductions origins not imagined bur are no farther away than from the end of one’s nose. They differ from us in that they have evolved in brain function to traverse with impunity, the dimensions of the universe ours’ being just one of infinite many. .

In reading this it might be thought that I have digressed from my original conversation regarding life choices but in fact I have not: I am speculating that we have few choices in the course of our life that we are merely playing out the vision the universe has communicated to our individual brains that in basic terms identical hence the significant portion of that we call our reality is substantively the same at any given moment of time but too, we recognize the nuance of difference we individually experience in the same moment of time and space

The nuances I speak to are for example my ability to put thought of mind into a literal form for others to relate to. This is an effortless task for me where others may find it next to impossible to put forward a contextual expression of an idea in a rational format from start to finish. Yet for me to play a musical instrument is not part of my intuitive psyche meaning I could possibly learn to play an instrument but it would not be as accomplished as were I intuitively drawn to that purpose. For me here now, on this keyboard, the words flow unabated, yet I believe, in a rational, expressive fashion.

Is any of this making any sense <every pun intended>?

The waste from my body, remnant of energy consumed
Disposed, expelled, essential to make more room
For the intake of what makes life unfold
It is a process ancient and millennial old
It is a function on which all things reside
Large, small, even the tiniest that from sight attempts to hide
The Earth itself is one giant eating machine
Taking back for its digestion all that was once seen
Infinite, forever will this cycle flourish
For all things to live, they must be nourished.

The hard, relentless struggles of the world’s wealthiest few
With all their possessions and riches deciding what next to do
As the majority of nations’ people toil to survive
The wealthy:are left to ponder what next property or gold trinket to buy

Empathy runs deep for these pampered but still troubled souls
Beleaguered by ambitions driven to achieving their chaste set goals
Troubled and pained by not making the list of the `top ten richest’
Or that their philanthropic endeavors are not deemed the biggestO’ what unspoken gains and benefits from being of the poor
To be able to rest on one’s laurels and be labeled a non-doer
To be free of the stresses that comes with the comparative, wealthy life
The avoidance of publicity, notoriety, fame and similar life eroding strife.

There, hanging
Legs, shoe’d feet swaying
Like a pendulum clockTic-toc, tic-tocTicking off the seconds
Since the heart stopped

Tic-toc, tic-toc

Drool pooling, staining
On the floor below

Tic-toc, tic-toc

What is the reason
No one to rightly know

Tic-toc, tic-toc

Life relinquished
By one who’s forgot

The air – deathly silent
Echoes

Tic-toc, tic-toc.

Through research I find the answer clear
From where we come and go from hereWithin in each of us born is given a Soul
Wisdom to give and gain its purpose goalAn energy force to life is given
To enjoy this wondrous Earth to live in

Then when our end is to come
Our Soul to return to where it is from

A place where time is of no regard
A universal realm encompassing the stars

A space where all is One
And knowledge beacons bright beyond infinite Suns

So celebrate life for beyond its death
Awaits an existence of limitless breadth

Laugh – find humor even in the worst of times
Invigorate your life through motivating activity
Variable, mix it up, try to avoid the ruts of life
Enjoy each moment as were it your lastLearn as much as you can about that which interests
Optimistic approach to life’s challenges
Nutrition should not be a job but a way of life
Generosity repeats great rewards
Educate others to a healthier way of living
Reflective of what has transpired with hopes of improvementHappiness found in the simplest of life’s offerings
Energetic enthusiasm has its rewards
Attention to what your body and mind are telling you
Learn from past experiences that brought on an illness
Thankfulness for the good things that come your way each day
Honor those who share their goodness with you and others
Intuition, an essential tool that should be heeded
Exercise: a little of something is better than a whole lot of nothing
Reward yourself from time to time with something special just for You

Reward is seemingly in the offering
For conquering over a genetic life born
One that if lived was destined to be filled
With other people’s hate and even scornTo have succeeded to this life’s point
Looking back over my many years
I have been honestly deeply challenged
To have fought off all my latent fearsFears born out of pubescent treason
Deemed uncontrollable, given the cellular plan
But a simple matter of putting mind over reason
To a avoid a life felt to be, most assuredly damned

From what ailment does come such long-lived calamity?
That so troubled this life would otherwise seem
It is the love and lust for another of the same sex – homosexuality
A love only experienced through a life of dreams.

Mirror’s image does manifest

The two – which I am
    One to the right – the Other to the left
    The Boy – the Man
    One true to spirit
    The Other
       – to making it fit

Inwardly, battle for dominance prevails
Outwardly fighting – the Other assails
Can this be message from the Spirit Heart to choose?
For in the end – One – or the Other – must loseTo follow the intuitive guide until now ignored
The desire to release One’s immense energies stored
Death to the Other would be my demand
To bring this entity life to Spirit – to One’s command

My life is in turmoil
I don’t know which way to turn
I would end it all now
If not for fear in Hell I would burnThe chance for redirection
Is paling fast
Ideas for correction
None have wisdom that would lastEach day’s waking with anxiety
From choices failing to choose
With no sense of piety
I am destined to loose

The construct of my life
Has been in conflict with most others
It is burdened with ambiguity, strife
Tools designed to make one suffer

I attempt to diffuse the wick to this bomb
Through deferral and denial
But this too does not live long
So I suffer to wait the verdict to this life’s trial

A child born innocent, brought into a world of dimensional consciousness, unknowing of what its journey will be, nor knowing of its purpose to being among others of its kind; to be tutored by those who have come before it yet again, unknowing of whom among them, individual or group, is the honest keeper of truth to wisdom of all earthly and spacial wonderment readily observable by given living eyes’ experience, conflicted by personal knowledge gains by direct and inferred experience for reason of purpose, singular and plural, with certainty, never fully comprehended as time’s unfolding toward certain, unpredictable death’s occurrence.

As I walked this cold winter’s day I encounter a humble looking man wheeling with difficulty on the snow and ice laden side-walk, a tattered store shopping cart filled with age-weathered odds and ends. To avoid the narrowing passage-way I raised my hand to indicate my alternate path to which he took as a sign of acknowledgement and, reacted with a quite hello. Sizing up the stranger, wearing a dirt-stained hooded winter coat, he looked to be a man of the street, possibly homeless. We both stopped momentarily if not only long enough for me to gaze into his eyes and observe the hardship pained on his unshaven and age-creased face and, to my astonishment, presuming the harshness of this man’s life-journey, he smiled exposing his failing, decaying teeth, reflective of his beaten state and likelihood of much pain. In those few brief moments of encounter two main thoughts came to mind: firstly, how one who shows all outward signs of a dark, humble and difficult life could/would react to such a brief encounter with another, with a smile and, second; to question if each human, life-journey presents situations of, or by, our making or, a path to fulfill a pre-ordained destiny.

Opening doorway’s door through a matrix of rooms
Each new door leading to unknown goodness or doom
The potential fatality of this curtsied course
Is being guided by the same unseen, misguided forceDoor after door flung open, steadfastly making my way
Hoping for measure of gratification to ease what’s paid
Relentless in the pursuit to achieve life’s undefined goal
Before relinquishing from this body, its term of SoulStanding now beleaguered, on time’s fast-aging ground
Consumed by frustration of unwavering resistance to be found
Trying to prove this life’s providence a worth to defend
Only to find the search to its purpose, coming to a fruitless end.

Meaning of Life

Sayers of life’s truth and reason
Tell through rhyme, written and song

Of a greater being of wisdom
ONE that is loving, caring and strong

Whose lesson it is to teach us
With pain, suffering and things gone wrong

That wisdom is the answer to life
That in an instant will be gone.

Reflection Of Life

Simple and to the point is my writing ability
Even at times ignoring prudent civility
As I see it is how I make my call
The words to the page then is what will fall

Inspiration comes from many an unseen source
The method to insight follows no distinct course
For certain what is given may demand cerebral force
The driven objective is want to give rise to discourseThis eclectic collection that has been given birth
Begs a question: To humanity, what is its overall worth?
To the literary world it may even seem dearth
But to this author – it is reflection of life on this Earth.