[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!
Archive for the 'Poetry Prose' Category
16
Mar
21
Finally Know
20
Feb
21
Finally Die
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.
20
Feb
21
Lucifer Deal?
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?
06
Feb
21
Coded Messages
22
Jan
21
To Be Heard
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.
07
Jan
21
Conscious Minds’ Nod
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?
06
Dec
20
The Year That Was…
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
14
Nov
20
Poet’s Mask
Hidden behind the poet’s mask of nom de plume
Purpose being: the reader to assume,
The words written, are not to presume;
They are of the author’s suffering, loves, or doom
This device to severe any personal tie
To salacious nature of subject that might imply;
Guilt of connection, that might belie;
Merit of reason- the poem written, is meant to cry
A work of fiction then one could conclude:
Artificial circumstance, or meaning to extrude?
Not in the least: it is mere device,
Exercised to protect from guilt of vice.
14
Nov
20
Death Mask
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!
14
Nov
20
Cosmic Trail
With all the strength that is my mind
I reach down deep, within my soul;
Prodding in search to find
My purpose – my ultimate goal.
My brain all muddled, and confused;
Consumed in search of a truth
To answerer the question:
What am I here to do?.
I know, with degree of certainty,
Countless others are of like mind;
Accepting life’s given challenges,
In hopes of this answer too, they will find.
Day in, day out – life-cycle continues;
Plodding along in mindless routine
Changing hats, and coats but, not the venue;
Driven forward by energy forces unseen.
Emanating from the minutest of Earth’s creatures;
Time’s life spirals outward, increasingly to an empirical scale;
Though we exhibit different living features,
Incrementally, we all follow the same cosmic trail.
