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05
Jan
17

When?


 

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When?

The beauty of Moon’s brilliant light reflecting on the still water of the harbor cove betrays the anguish felt deep inside as I sit gazing upward at the dark night sky filled to abundance with the flickering light of constellation’s stars.

Absorbed by the wonderment of nature’s paint I seek to find answers to questions’ manifest, reasons for humanity’s self-inflicted pain, dispensed with the hypocrisy of remorse.

The defilement of life’s abundant values given without price; expended as though worthless: life, taking life.

What virus of evil did mutate into the genetic of humanity to give rise to its indiscriminate ability to espouse hatred by voice and physical action?  An evil so dark as to seemingly expunge the full essence of Love from the spirit soul given to all with birth into a world of unquestioning beauty and abundance to be had.  What wayward action was it that led it to traverse our planet without impediment or impunity to find permanence of residence in all, yet diverse, cultures?

Were an alien intelligence to look upon the dualistic actions of this earth’s inhabitants it would assuredly too, be left to wonder the root cause(s) for this profane condition.  Like a child spoiled to indifference to the riches unquestioningly given it without want for reciprocation but to appreciate the inherent value of its worth and, to cherish the opportunity for its giving.

How long can this insidious profanity be allowed to continue without an ultimate price to be paid, to render a final solution that will fully purge the disease sickness that holds to the genetic roots of humanity and its progeny of generations to come? To allow the full goodness of the Soul’s spirit of love that freely resides in all at birth, to flourish and expand in the course of life’s given journey before entering the next realm of energy’s domain.

 When?

11
Nov
16

Rememberance 2016


The following poem I wrote back in 2012 to acknowledge on this day November 11th, the fallen; those who gave of themselves in service to the freedoms we enjoy to this day, however, as much as it is said in tribute, it is meant to reflect the brutal waste of lives given to the folly of those to whom we choose to lead us; those often, whom avoid the true hardships they wittingly impose on the Peoples of their Nation. 

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Remembrance?

We hail courageous heroes of war; but for whom is the true enemy at bastion door; for each nation’s fallen soldier is a heart made sore; and to whom do the real gains amass, while the bereaved tally the deathly score?

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To be of common purpose in mind; is not to be to true reasons blind; for the failings within humankind; for the atrocities inflicted upon its own kind; appeased by pageant and ceremony to remind; but in truth’s end, to repetition, it is endlessly inclined.

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Spilling mental guts upon the literary floor; thousands pass but simply ignore, for their lack of interest to what may touch their shore; yet find the time to whisper ridicule and messenger to deplore; yielding incessant ignorance to reason, to endure.

21
Oct
16

Devilish Transactions


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Tomorrow’s walk toward yesterday dreams
To attain prospect of things desired, gleaned
Are filled with perils , more often, not seen;
Rendering personal cost beyond obscene.

This knowledge should give an advantage clue
To question how, through one’s life, to best pursue
Enrichment, by every nature, offered up for view;
To be cautious of its ultimate price and/or services, due.

Agreement Pacts, purportedly scribed, since days of old
Promising fame and riches for the sale of one’s soul
Are devilishly hidden or ignored by those so bold
As to venture into this misguided folly, though so told.

Much evidence lays as circumstantial waste:
The lives given to such transactions with unthinking haste;
Their derelict, dying bodies strewn, abounds this earthly place
Only to be ignored by newbies, believing, they’re a different case.

20
Oct
16

Birth’s Birthday


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Are the roots of my behavior anchored in the thought of not knowing the ancestry to my beginning, lost to the passage of time, expunged forever from the frail, failing minds of those who preceded this presence?

That I should walk blindly into the unknown struggling to gain handle-hold of the truth that will propel me forward unimpeded; rendering concrete proof to this troubled passage steeped in the evidence of success?

That a modicum of recognition edges its way beyond the shadow of the spotlight’s beam diligently focused upon they who are deemed to warrant the energy?

Are these the asking of one selfishly deprived; looking, striving to be realized in the flesh of this time; a time that is ticking ever faster toward its end unresolved to the want emblemized by these words spoken?

Or am I just feeling the anc’s of the coming anniversary of my birth’s birthday?

09
Oct
16

emotion’s thoughts


 

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Zeal

Emotions exposed like a banana peeled;
Love, hate, anxiety; meant to make moments real
Yet uncertain of how they are truly meant to feel,
Nor to the ways, by them, to confidently deal;
Giving rise to multitude of drugs designed to purposely steal;
To subjugate life’s true essence; its spontaneity, its zeal.

 

Fantasy’s Gain

Lost in a fantasy of the mind

Perfection of reason one can find

No blemish to purpose of any kind

A worldly presence – so sublime

 

Love’s emotion in all its essence

Nature’s beauty beyond transcendence

Breath to life sparkles with effervescence

Hormones rage as in adolescence

 

Brief though this experience may be

It is a moment to be felt, to see

For it is a state easy to conceive

It is for all who live and breathe

Human emotions at times lost to reality’s pain

Often taken to lengths insane

Let the wondrous power of the mind reign

By resigning to a moment, to a fantasy’s gain.

 

Singularity of Being

Existence is a cocoon of my making

Detached from passions of others

Numbed by avoidance of emotion

Sustained by the singularity of being

Absorbed into self-absorption

 

Abyss

The parameters that define this life are shrinking.

I am down to the base figure of one.

Looking outward only – not connecting

Floating in a void consumed with others

Singular digits comprised of the same emotion

But void of the fraternal element

Wishing and wanting yet non-committal

Expending time like an abundant liquid

Frittering away what we have – are

In anticipation of a greater dream

Fear is the glue that binds

The unknown –

In death comes the answer

To a life spent questioning

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

03
Oct
16

Wasted


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Sitting here, alone, in my sparsely furnished two-by-four room, scratching my life-affirming sentient mind in feeble attempt to conjure a unique, though provoking line of expression that would merit expansion beyond a simple page; significant to the pulse of the day as to garner the increasingly precious idle moments of perspective readers knowing full-well the level of competition imposed by like-minded, sentient scribes, equally motivated to infuse their seemingly unique style upon the world stage of celebrated authors past, present and future; yet knowing full well the potential of such, rivals the ability to fly unheeded by the force thrust of rocket engines or the simple adjunct of the wind propelling propeller attached to the top of a benny-cap of old; now imposes a sense of dread spawned by the true knowing that achieving such a lofty goal, as levelled within this introductory text, stands increasingly less probability to materialize as to render any further energy of mind transformed into words; wasted.

02
Oct
16

Perceived Truths


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Perpetuated traditions and beliefs can close a mind
To more fruitful alternative out there to seek, find;
The threat is to make the thinking mind blind,
Thwarting real, substantive advancement for Humankind.

Futures are founded upon much-antiquated thought,
Historical records illustrate from this, hardship is often bought;
Wars, famine and ultimate death of many are the results got;
Are these the outcomes for Human advancement sought?

When will humanity finally understand, learn
Ill-gotten wisdom is best to ignore and spurn?
If the desire for goodness for all humanity to yearn;
Maybe its time from some perceived `truths’ to forever turn.




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