The nebulous presence of impeding distractions giving rise to misplaced
priority to what the life journey is meant to flourish:
I travel this path to this life given
Distracted from seeking the truth to Being
Though my mind has not been dulled to its presence
It is the search for this truth to enlightenment
That my spirit seeks its knowing
That I may flourish by the fruits of its giving
To in turn be empowered with its teaching
That those others in my presence
May too favor from its reward
Reshaping the making of future’s thought,
Result of history filtered, reasons brought?
Propriety of purpose, morality sought,
Or guilt of human experience, fraught?
Millennials’ millennium redefining the course,
Humanity’s trajectory made better, or worse?
Black Swan abridging insight to discourse
To past ailments, now the driving force?
Reconciliatory edict presently defining a way
History’s forgiveness being the price to pay?
Or character of true purpose to convey,
What was done, will never be white-washed away?
Following twenty-five years of putting word to virtual paper; approximately ten years of posting to this WordPress site; little in the way of acknowledgement to this voice has manifest. Not for want of accolade, or literary reward, but to know words written derive meaning beyond this Soul’s mind. As author to an eclectic array of topic, little has been digested to its purpose, and selfishly raises the specter of meaninglessness and redundancy:
I can only conclude failure
Not able to strike the right chord;
For all that’s been written, to endure,
Has gone without it’s reader reward.
Reward to instill to another mind,
Not always that easy to enlist;
With words to a real purpose to find,
An author’s feelings risen to bliss.
Try as one might, to garner attention;
Technologies platform made easy a course;
No force of reason to exposure prevention;
Renders this expression-voice: hoarse!
As one amongst the countless many, the persistence of the Pandemic to make its presence globally known, and the consequence of it; no doubt many are feeling as the following short prose aims to amplify; but understand, it is meant more as recognition: many are as so inclined to think yet too, the day will without doubt come when ALL will once-again rejoice and bathe in the day’s bright light of happiness!
Passing through each new day resembles walking into a seemingly endless tunnel; dark save for a dim, dot of light in the distance, beckoning you forward as reward for the effort to its source yet, unyielding, the darkness persists to encompass, and the light growing no more brighter by the effort, and time spent.
As this viral infectious cloud, globally flows
The fear and trauma to each, daily grows
This virus ubiquitous, insidiously knows
When it strikes, it strikes deathly blows!
Remedy sought through chemical equation,
One specific to this pandemic occasion
But, with it is rancor from seekers to remission;
Bought by politicians avoiding medical admission!
Capital punishment imposed on the little guy;
Be it personal, or a business just out to try;
Limo’s of corporate bitches simply drive by;
A lesson to know, surprise not worth a tear’s cry!
Where this all leads, still to be known
For a certain, it is uncertainty to be grown;
Amidst a frustrated population’s echoing groan;
With lockdowns imposed to stay, silently, home!
[Sequel to [NEED TO KNOW?]
MUSIC– ethereal vibration frequency flow;
Took this moment to – finally know;
All the searching for WHAT to – finally know,
Dissolving to dance of MUSIC to – finally know:
SOUL’s search, the BODY to – finally know!
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?
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.
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