Born from the fertilized, gestated, encoded seed to dimensional reality’s pre-ordained state of contrived synergetically composed presence, an integrally contributing component-facet to the whole cellular determinate, securing the defined composite’s welfare toward living life’s cycle of scripted, freely unfolding, experience.
The grist of daily awakening, encumbered by the resolve to eliminate the angst of being within this captive vessel of genetic codes making, uncontrolled control of free will choosing, blind to ultimate consequence of dimensional implication, experiencing reality of experience realized, seeking what is not yet known to be sought, suffering what is not known of suffering, limited by the limitless choice for choosing, forgetting what is yet to be forgotten, ultimately dying from the death of it all.
The world ends for many each passing day
An end, All, with less suffering, do pray;
Given to life expression in every which way,
Knowing one’s breath, the last toll to pay.
Solace is given by those who remain;
Left to relinquish lingering emotional pain;
Imploring forgiveness for each living stain;
Given to glory: remembrance to a dying name.
Time’s passage erodes any presence made;
Etchings material, weathered, eventually do fade;
Forever lost beneath the gravedigger’s spade;
Fields of granite stone, the sole witness to life once played.
Crying into the Peoples’ well of hope
By generations’ want for peace to evoke,
Parched dry by empty political promises spoke;
The clock of doom ticking toward its last stroke.
What reason to conflict eludes permanent solution
Be it famine, war or runaway global pollution?
Humanity’s advances surpass its evolution
Yet, the path to tranquillity evades tangible resolution.
This current incarnation of earthly human existence,
Its true origins indeterminate yet strongly persistent,
Should, by this 21st century, have become stridently resistant
To self-annihilation, however, such reality seems far and distant,
Should the tears of pain and sufferance ever subside
Transmuted into swells of happiness with love forever to reside?
Or, will the dark essence of what humanity seems too willing to abide
Render an eternity where such emotions conflictingly collide?
Observer to the world, to the sea of humanity,
Scribe to events that speaks to civility’s doing,
Avoiding subjective imposition to cause or relief,
Purveyor to the historical archive, for library’s account.
History’s reflection painted by epoch’s symbol words,
Coloured by contemporary mind to explicit translation,
Rendering interpretation to what is want to be heard,
Forever distorting the image to original, conception of truths.
Volumes destined to posthumous acknowledgement,
Eliciting suspicion to conflicted renderings of account,
Biased by misinformation, infusion of misconception,
Reaping a permanent dominance of fact to the warring victor.
All society’s demographic find it all the rage,
Internet channels to express love and, or enrage;
A wireless medium for most to digitally engage,
Even religious faiths have now found its electronic stage.
Only two decades since its incipient birth,
Already in the of billions of dollars its worth;
From e-commerce to wood-fires in virtual hearths
But, for some practitioners; a growing, addictive curse.
The abundance of pornography, some would make claim,
Is the root to the medium’s spontaneous, rapid rise to fame;
Arguably, but then, just the same,
The Internet is forever and, forever it will remain.
Technological advancement conjoined with social networks,
Text messaging and, video connectedness the availing quirk;
That’s eroded boundaries between personal time and work;
365, 24-7 communication: for some a detriment, others a perk.
Regardless of how one views this 21st Century technological craze,
Its tentacle global reach makes definite it is not a passing phase;
But what has yet to be determined are its full implications as societies age,
Will it prove a healthy benefit or, a plague that has just begun to contage?
Since December 2011 by this blog, I’ve purged my heart, mind and soul; laying Naykd my thoughts to all, to know but, with time of near four years passage, what most did not grow, is awareness to a wisdom, my words, with hope, would sow. Yet, undaunted I pursue this work, not for the charm of accolade or renown but, for the mere chance of survival from that which ails this world; I feel so emotionally, so profound. It is my only vehicle to solution short of violent revolution upon the corruptness metastasizing throughout this Human institution but to remain discouraged, by its prolific infusion. `Words can be mightier than the sword’ but, for that truth to be known, the right words need be shown, for the courage of strength, to be sown.
The world feeling stress at the seams;
Truer than life are its worst of dreams;
Hesitant are most to give it a voice;
But there comes a moment, there is no choice.
Every avenue, every domain,
Every institution, established name;
Feeling the pressure, fracturing apart;
Traditions failing those worn closest, to a civil heart.
What remedy, what resolve
Need manifest to this malaise, solve;
Far too great is their weight of dismay,
Leaving loss of hope, to see light of day.
Prophecy of scripture, resigned to by some,
Rendering providence to returning mythical Son;
But reality holds to a much stronger truth:
Solutions reside in the hearts of everyone and, YOU!
Shameful and often brutal is the manner mutual and respective lives are often treated by others of the same human ilk for no more than the obscure and often irrelevant nuances individual lives feel compelled by indescribable forces, to adorn themselves, to reflect a slice of independence within the pool of humanity to which they unquestioningly become part; a chance to differentiate, to cultivate a feeling of uniqueness with a willingness to be singled out at the cost of being subject of ridicule and potential disenfranchisement from the collective that spurns such choices principally out of fear approval of such willing engagement may contribute to destruction of the invisible tribal structure construct to which they have for the most part unwittingly, unquestioningly, become part but, simply due to a failure to recognize within themselves the same ambition desire to differentiate, to cultivate a feeling of uniqueness purely out of fear of being singled out and shamefully treated by others of the same human ilk.
Take this link to emblemize the thought behind this poem, a reflection of the beauty derived from stepping out from the norm: VIDEO
The all too familiar hum; lawn-mowers manicuring lawns that line the street,
A quaint reminder of the soon to arrive bliss, of Summer’s golden heat.
The brutal cold, the snowy blast of Winter’s storm, desired to be forgot;
Full knowing, it is a painful trial paid, for the most joyful season of four sought.
Much to do about the woes of climate change and, global warming’s effects;
Given the chance to choose between bitter cold or balmy heat, the latter wins I bet.
Though, the ills affecting the world from calamitous, thunderous seasonal storms;
The want to bask under the golden rays of Summer’s Sun remains, for most, the norm.
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