Archive for the 'Poetry Prose' Category
16
Jan
20
Forever
15
Dec
19
Birth of a Child
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Dedicated to a good friend who is Father to his first child:
Birth of a Child
Becoming Father, to Child, a new life borne;
Brings new meaning to life’s passage;
A path marked with hurdles, not forewarned.
Now each day’s beginning, discovery is met;
As a new life’s meaning, begins to unfold;
Filled with new surprises, surpassing any regrets
Challenges to past norms, increasingly out of sight;
The miracle of wonder, experience to discovery;
The birth of a child, brings to an adult’s life.
15
Dec
19
Song Lyrics?
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Anyone want to put a music score to these lyrics? Rhyming words to garner meaningful, emotional response is more often enhanced through an accompanying musical score.
Better Tomorrows
Hiding from the Sun’s shine,
Falling down with the rain,
A feeling we all know,
Borne from the same pain.
Lost in the darkness,
Room with no light,
Seeking out the answers,
That seem; out of sight.
Hoping for better tomorrows,
To turn a sad life around,
Escaping all the sorrows,
For chance, a new love, be found.
03
May
19
The Divine Answer
On the last day of Creation, God gathered every living species of earth-born creature save for one of them: Human.
God, looking proudly outward, the murmuring echoes of all assembled, slowly hushed to complete silence.
God’s purpose, told to the gathered: ‘….excluding Human from this gathering is in order to bestow unto this one specie, a unique, talent trait meant to set them apart from all the rest of creation: the gift of wonderment; the thought of mind: to Question.’
In that moment, the multitudes gathered, broke their silence; the lush, open valley echoing their sullen, moan of disappointment.
God, reflecting a moment, feeling the unanimous reaction, once again spoke; the valley again falling silent.
God’s eyes, lit brighter than countless Suns, shouted in the loudest, thunderous voice so all would be sure to hear, crying out: ‘Be not dishearten my flock, for to you all who stand here, reverently before Me, I treasure you with an even more precious gift; the Divine Answer to the question humanity will be most consumed to answer: ‘What is the purpose to this human life? And further, you are free to speak of this, to tell every Human you encounter, and through your progeny, for all eternity.‘
God, feeling the renewed energy of goodness, joy and happiness well up from among them beckoned with cheer and reverence; `Go now! Return to the place on this Earth you call Home!’.
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29
Oct
18
then; now; and, than: Unwinding
Unwinding is the progressive; spiraling from its ethereal beginning, passive to its present, with infinite conscious energy, fed to its expenditure, toward the nothing of everything, manifesting, through its experience, memory to its passing, to color the instant, of its observed presence then; now; and, than!
29
Sep
18
To a life borne
Here I am found behind locked door
To a life I swore to be no more
But, what has been gained, is lost
It is to moments of life, the cost
Hidden by the shadow of what was
For no reason, just because
Movement of time has given to dictate
What will be, not given, but to take
Forlorn is the cause de jour
Not to be exposed, but demurred
Reason for last chance to find remedy
To a life borne to hardship and calamity
Catastrophic Finality?
Tags: administration, commentary, Internet, life, media, movies, News, truth
There was a time one could write of the failing world condition,
Speak clearly to the issues that give rise to fear and division,
To recognize the societal elements eroding into submission,
But, alas, time now seems beyond words to make corrective revision.
The reality is; political ineptitude is given undeniable power,
Pervasive media is filled with murder and hate to make one cower,
Filth of selfish greed reigns down like a golden-piss shower,
Nationalistic tribalism, once constrained, now let to flower.
This new millennium, since the days of its early start,
Tainted by the powder-keg lit by a terrorist spark,
Submerging all into a history growing increasingly dark,
Now two-decades in, convinced, it’s not to be a passing lark.
Not surprising, Hollywood films seem reflective precursors to a reality;
Conveying plausible reason not to ignore their story’s seeming banality
As often, the protagonist, confronted by a choice of a brutal-end totality,
In the end, misguidedly lures away from a truth of impending, catastrophic finality.
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