In an effort to alleviate the growing boredom imposed by local area pandemic restrictions, I occupy myself by playing with a variety of video and music editing programs utilizing available stock video clips to produce a unique piece of expression. In this case the subject is our beautiful planet floating through the cosmos in a playful and light-hearted environment. Enjoy:
No matter how hard the cry,
To stop Time’s passing by,
It’s want to ever faster fly,
Leaving little reason to try
Resisting its end, to finally die.
Whom to believe is the appeal
To tell the truth, to what is real,
To go beyond just the emotional feel
There exists a conspiracy to conceal
Humanity’s meaning of purpose; a worthy steal,
Garnering a dominance of Power, beyond any Lucifer deal?
Sentient presence growing increasing bemused:
Are their energies by Existence, being nefariously used?
Do unseen forces promote information to delude
In order to attain global power for control and abuse?
What are the chances to ever knowing a truth
When the evidence to it, would take a worthy sleuth?
Only passage of time will a reality outcome be known;
An historical accounting of what inflicted passage was sown.
Does the moral fiber of Humanity wither or be grown,
If those whose secret-agenda is increasing shown
To bridle a processive quality, not want to bemoan
Or, into the darkness of hardship be permanently thrown?
Taking a still graphic painting into the visual universe of motion to create a new, realm paradigm of perceptional representation amplified by a mood garnering sound-track. Enjoy.
As one who has spent many hours of his life infused with the need to express what is felt, seen, and heard; to acknowledge a young, inspiring Poet Amanda Gorman [https://youtu.be/FpR7iELvVrI]: to give poetry its place to affectively communicate in so many words, the hearts, minds, and consciousness of the many; gave inspiration to the following in tribute to her glorious achievement(s):
To Be Heard
To write a Poem, is not just words;
It is an individual’s feelings, felt to be heard.
To those whom encounter such a poem;
Know, its meaning is to find an emotional home.
Inspiration, often from the most innocuous place,
Can stimulate a composition of wisdom, hope and grace.
So, understanding that a Poem is more than just words;
Let its next encounter give cause for its meaning to be truly heard.
Conscious presence of Mind,
Without which there is nothing to find;
Nor reason for purpose to define;
Nor form of structure to space in time.
Human Sentience is the perception tool
That allows for physic’s understanding to rule;
Otherwise, humanity becomes the ultimate fool
By believing: its domain is the ultimate jewel.
Does humanity’s presence make a Universe appear;
Or does all that it be – simply disappear,
Without perceptive eyes to see, ears to hear;
Or presence of conscious minds’ perception-sphere?
The answer to this quandary might be resolved
By going beyond Nature’s fundamental laws:
That all is known, guided by them, might be flawed
By their inception to a reality needing a conscious mind’s nod.
What do you think – yah, or nay?
Creeping stealth-fully through each month of the year,
Bringing with it a growing amount of fear,
The cold shadow of virus-illness’ darkness
Befall, bringing with it anxiety, and debilitating stress.
Compounding the problem to this insidious ill,
Is a global political divide making it worse, still.
Rancor on the Left, rancor rebuttal, from the Right;
Not the best during Pandemic, to sustain an intransigent fight.
Human-life, and Common-Treasure the servers to the toll;
A calamity, its egregious outcome is yet, to both, fully bestow.
Yet, to those to whom the power of decision for remedy to make
At times, for reasons unknown, seem willing to forsake.
Conspiracies to this reckoning flourish with suspicion to ill-inform;
Add to this a disputed, Presidential election to hyper this deadly storm.
Front-line workers: doctors, nurses, caregivers to the suffering infirmed;
Regardless, sacrifice to their fullest extent; need be more widely learned.
“An end is in sight – light at the end of the tunnel” echoed by the Media machine;
Labs, pharmaceutical producers feverishly work, to manufacture a viable vaccine;
And though the end of this disastrous 2020th Year, with all that to endure;
The future seems a little brighter, with hope 2021 will be a full remedy cure.
In the end, with Family & Friends, it’s now we’re most want for celebration;
And though all must respect the potential to spreading this contagion;
During the coming Christmas, and approaching New Year,
Limit your exposure to the love-ones you most want to holler and cheer!!
Merry Christmas & Happy New Year 2021
the growing want, once and for all, to throw this sack of flesh covered bone into the eternal darkness of nothingness; having lost to trial of accomplishment, labelling this soul of presence to energy expended as futile, and render this life expunged: with a final sardonic smile!
naykdpoet 