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19
Nov
13

A Global Mess


A desperate public outcry grows louder every day
Fueling the rise of anarchy; the ultimate, destructive play.
A complicit mass media assisting in every possible way,
Global governance’s struggles to stifle its legitimate display.

Daily, those of public conscious expose the hidden truths;
Whistle blowers, journalist, anonymous hacking sleuths;
Willingly self-sacrificing all for the likes of me and you;
In hopes of our recognizing what we all need to do.

Global finance, economies, environment, jobs; are all on the rails;
Established, civilized institutions weakened, about to fail;
Growing inequality of chaste society, on a massive scale;
With no sign of redemption by those directing this ugly tale.

This 21st century, anticipated epoch for humanity’s flourish and gain
Has, since commencement, derived nothing but suffering and pain.
The power elite infuse a corrupt stronghold ensuring this way it remain;
Through elected, official governance; court sanctioned, corporate finances sustain.

When and how the tidal-wave of human, civil dissolution will manifest
Remains for a future’s history to articulate, in detail, at best.
Yet, what need for certain to rise from the ashes of the coming largess:
Is suppression of the powers responsible for creating this global mess!

11
Nov
13

Hypocrisy of Remembrance on Remembrance Day


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Firstly, no disrespect toward those poor and brave people whom chose to purchase from the reigning governance of the time, a ticket to battle-conflict taking place in some other part of the world other than Canada. Sold on the conviction that such action would save the conflict from spilling over to our shores by the perceived enemy of the day.

On the face of it Remembrance Day is a noble and unselfish recognition of those whom gave their life or were seriously harmed, in the course of duty on behalf of the nation for which they served however, the hypocrisy from a national perspective, lies in the simple fact that such an auspicious and solemn day to remember is not given to a national holiday.

By comparison, the federal government deems Banks important and significant enough to the interests of the nation, to decree a national holiday the first day of August of the year.  Do not the men and women of the military service warrant equally, a day of national day of mourning?

One possible simple reason: were such a day so decreed most would likely spend it visiting the local mall for the Remembrance Day Sale, not for what it rightly deserves obviously. More likely, because commercial interests realized early there were few respectful ways to take advantage of the free time; so why give people the day off.

The above is definitely a cynical view expressed from an underlying sentiment: all conflicts of war initiated by those whom are least likely to find themselves on the battlefield; put to a command of those whom are cultivated and desperate for opportunity to display their prowess and ability; and then, put upon the shoulders of common men and women to make the ultimate sacrifice and their families, who are left to suffer the pain of such loss.

This cynicism is further fueled by the purported cost-saving policy of the Canadian federal government to retire service people months short of qualifying for full pension following ten years of military service. Now that is something worth mournful remembrance.

10
Nov
13

food of thought


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Invention of Objective Reality: the derivative product of synchronistic, synergistic confluence of uniquely definable energies to objectify perceived reality manifestation for human biological senses’ appreciation of its presence in space and time

Step 1:
Cosmic consciousness filtered by Mind as Thought rendering equation of perception to potential reality’s form

Step 2:
Interpretation of conceptual reality defining elemental qualities, quantities construction

Step 3:
Transitioning conceptual reality to objective reality conformance

Step 4
Object of form contributing to human sensual perception of space and passage of time

Step 5:

Infinite repetition of  Steps 1 – 4

09
Nov
13

Reciprocity In Mind


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Huddled safely cocooned in a shell of my making
Hidden from the scourge of pervasive darkness
Protected from the blithe that meanders wantonly
Free of the wrath that burdens most
Unencumbered by the toils of daily life
Relinquished to the joy of self-fulfillment
Purchased from the pain of self-affliction
Comatose to the idleness of mind
Pursuant to retention of spirit
Intolerant to the voice of the righteous
Unforgiving to the purveyors of strife
Strengthened by knowledge of awareness
Unburdened by need for reward
Striving for reciprocity in mind

09
Nov
13

Humble Request


 

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The patterns on the wall conjure the images of which I am frightened. Images that speak to an inner desire, a lust for the unspoken that possess my mind. A desire to abandon to the compulsion to immerse myself fully, to be enveloped as a cocooned caterpillar only to be set free in the end, to fly freely with the beauty of the butterfly to be.

A wanton wish as yet unfulfilled but lurking ever so near the surface after years of encasement of self imposed limits set to meet the wants of others dominant in their ability to impose sanctions fraught with hardship for the unyielding. Hardships that surpass the throng of desire rewarded by noncompliance to their wish, an imbalance masterfully concocted to suppress such thought of escape.

Even now as I expel for need of relief these thoughts do I fear the punishment to be brutally spent upon my being for this foray of expression would it be learned of its existence. The masters that are, are unrelenting in their ability to distill from the camouflage of innocent rhetoric the latent message of desire buried without marker to the uninitiated. Many before me have met with such end for less than that of mine ensuring a rending of fate beyond the pale was it known to be.

So humbly I lay prone before you seeking compassion for the prejudiced imprisonment of my desires by those without remorse for their sins. Of what service you can afford me is not mine to parlay but to seek within the sanctum of your heart a prayer of goodness to diminish the sufferance that is that of others like me.

09
Nov
13

Reverence


 

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Expunging the pain that rails the soul
Imposed by demons of theocracy’s creation
To spur into damnation wistful thoughts by free minds
Toward reward of flesh given to life senses
Composed of elemental consciousness
Born to all though realized by the few
The few strident in their challenge to refute
The shroud of restriction divinity imposes
To let flow the fluids of body’s purpose
That by its doing is to revere its creator’s creation

09
Nov
13

Thwarted Dream


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Whom am I, thought to composed word
Directed by the etheric-plane, the absurd-ity
That is this self-deluded presence powerful
In authorship to meaning created for voices’ sound
One of seven-billion more so spoken, some profound
Toward literary importance of acknowledged
Rhetorical scheme of institutionalized definition
Segregated and apart from the true essence of word
Articulated in form of meaningless meaning
To be presented into consciousness; merits attention
But, is oft discarded to the trash-can of thwarted dreams

 

09
Nov
13

Transiting Stardom


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Yesterday, I was no one,
Another common face on the street.
Then, with a gift of talent I’ve been given,
I’m the one all seem to want to meet.

Catapulted to fame, wealth and glory;
It’s as much a surprise to me.
Mine is not that unusual a story,
I guess, I was just quicker on my feet.

But, now that I’m somewhat famous,
There lies a sad irony to this claim to fame.
The true friends who knew me back when,
Don’t treat me the same.

They say I am now different.
I ask: `Different in what sort of way’
They hesitate, then answer:
`You have a presence, your words can sway’

I look to my mirrored reflection
What I see is the person I am
Why should celebrity make me different
For I am the same person within

Funny, we all glamour to shine above the rest
But once it happens and recognition is finally won
Those with whom we most care to share it with,
Are first victims to transiting the realm of stardom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

07
Nov
13

Digestive Cycle


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Traversing the next threshold of time-phase passage
Lives of untold many stand to be impacted
Human talents once sought and justly rewarded
Find their advances suddenly thwarted
Marvels of invented advances decompose as dump-site fodder
Fading into obliviousness of civilized history’s record blotter

All that comes to live charts a reality, digestive cycle
First, the joy elation of emotion to a new arrival
Exuberance expressed over its achievement gains
Then, complacency, its presence a struggle for survival
As its reason of purpose increasingly wanes
Thereafter, forever lost, forgotten, to remain.

20
Oct
13

Chaos’ Fire


Depravity of mind resides within us all
Fortunately, most are able to deny its invidious call
Though increasingly, this strength is beginning to wane
The question that arises: What cause is to blame?

Could the economic turmoil, increasingly prevalent on a global scale,
Be the ultimate cause as civil institutions have or, are at the brink to fail?
The ranks of the financially impoverished are growing day by day,
Robust political rhetoric is futile to alter the coming, destructive, tsunami wave.

Scholars and intellectuals broach solutions, a remedy course;
Five years hence the financial collapse; achieved is only conflicting discourse
Economist revel in knowing what effective monetary policy is to end the blithe
The only gain from their wisdom knowledge is unrelenting human strife.

Taking from the adage: The best way to fight a raging fire is with fire;
The chaos enveloping the world be remedied by inciting chaos, though not desired
May, in the end, be the only reasonable path to regain global, civil and economic order
Whether in or outside, any one nation’s sovereign border.




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