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22
Sep
16

True Captains


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A thunderous boom echoed from a cloudless sky
Summoning the shrill of an unknown baby’s cry
Sending a shiver of fear hard to deny
With wonderment of question: `Why?’

Soon the streets filled with curious minds
Looking upward and outward for telling signs
But none were visible or made blind
Leaving an answer to the question hard to find.

Those of pious belief fell in prayer to their knees,
Atheists and the agnostic took to cowering under trees
Finding no reason to solution, source of fear to relieve;
Taking this sign as an ominous warning, one to be believed.

Next, the sunlight of day became hauntingly dark,
The blackness of night full, consuming, stark;
Artificial light failed to counter its sudden, complete embark,
Confirming to all, this strangeness is not to be deemed a lark.

Ancient prophecy has long spoken of such a coming event
Taken by most to be of an old zealot’s religious invent;
Poised as reason for all sinners toward a godly entity, to repent,
To gain a promise of such calamity, to wishfully prevent.

Intellectual voices of science took strides to explain
The Earth is passing through its Galaxy’s cosmic plane;
A natural, phenomenal cycle that occurs time and again
Ensuring reason toward humanity’s ails is not the source to blame.

Three days, three nights the darkness full did cause
Thousands to wait in fear, confused by whose `laws’
To believe to be this earthly calamity’s true cause
But, what is certain; Humanity is given good reason to pause.

On the fourth day sunlight once again made for a blue sky,
The cry of relief echoing loud, fervently far and wide;
From this, it became evidently clear and impossible to deny,
Earth, a cosmic vessel, is given for all humanity, on which to fly.

No longer encumbered by divisive, omnipresent rules of religious fear,
Humankind realizes they are the true Captains to this earthly ship to steer
Through the voidness of cosmic space knowing the path to be made clear
Is through intellect of mind and, love for each other, to hold most dear.

27
May
16

No Longer Am I Able


 

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The tentacles of endeavor that connote my purpose for being are withering and dying from interest receding.

Nourishment from intellect’s gains becoming less abundant

rendering this creative life increasingly redundant.

 

What magic can be channeled to alter this downward course

before totally atrophying this unseen energy, mental force?

External, electronic medium source set to induce neuron’s firing

lack any essence of wisdom to stimulate words of worth or inspiring.

 

Consumed and lacking any mental creativeness to spend

into oblivion,  I feel consigned and obliged to descend.

So take this reward, this last motif of expression, though be it lame, no longer am I able, toward any literary fame,  strive to ascend.

25
Jan
16

The Right to Breath


 

 

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Right to Breath

Banking of Nature: An insightful and somewhat disturbing look at current financialization of earthly resources that opens the environment to speculative machinations of Wall Street with its dire reputation for the loss of trillions of dollars worth of wealth by the crash of 2008, the impact of which is still being dealt with and, now this greed machine is targeting the natural resources on which to bet.  

Watch this documentary presented by the Passionate Eye:

http://www.cbc.ca/passionateeye/episodes/banking-nature

to which I felt the need to express my distraught via the following poem:
Right To Breath

Financial machinations of white shirts and ties
Entombed in glittering glass and concrete towers
While outside, increasingly, the monetized world dies
Succumbing to insatiable greed of stolen global power

Nations stripped of resources for short-sighted economic gain
Common Peoples’ lives measurably deemed expendable
When barren, deforested land for them is all that remains
A reality scourge that is inhumane and incomprehensible

Irrational reasoning of so-called wise and learned men
Around boardroom tables devise, scheme and plot;
Their foolishness of folly questionably there to defend
When all that motivates is growth of their riches sought

Stock market speculation of all future life here on Earth
Already an experienced, proven destructive ending course
Will lead to all that is living being given its economic worth
A time when the `right to breath’ will be a financial source

19
Jan
16

Avoidance


DEM

Need a gun be put to the preverbal head in order that explicit, unflattering words be read rather then the benign gibberish the vast populace is regularly fed, void of reality’s truth to dread, instead?

Daily experience to the confluence of war, death and starvation suffered; instigated by the hands of the pompous, self-aggrandizing wealth seeking whom selfishly hoard their greed-got possessions, vulgar demarcation to their worldly worth in the face of those upon whom they wilfully tread and stomp for gain.

The exposé by word that speaks as harbinger to ills and ailments is frowned upon; given to voidance to the reality to the darkness encompassing this epoch of human presence sublimed by the vast encroachment of material, fiat gained wants superseding true reason for humanity’s earthly existence.

19
Jan
16

Entity


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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.

19
Jan
16

Thought Du jour 01-19-15


JOKE

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.

18
Jan
16

Fields Of Granite Stone


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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.

07
Dec
15

You Tube Conspiracy


DEM

Life can impose a path, not for choosing;
For sake of answers that remain looming;
Leading to a destiny worthy of reality’s loosing;
Not a choice everyone is capable consuming.

Mysteries are mysteries designed for deceiving;
Masters of the message promulgate their believing;
Truth to answers’ lying worthy of conceding;
Security to reason demanding ongoing breeding.

Confusion, misinformation, fact element destroyed;
You Tube invented to discredit by way to joy;
The reality joke is the brain is now their little toy;
Convolution, the mechanism most assuredly employed.

02
Dec
15

Historian, Historical, History


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.

06
Feb
15

thoughts de jour


 

TREE

Let all-seeing blind providence lead me down the path where there is no road.

Beyond fates unknowing misgivings, let chance guide the way, unforgiving.

Hope borne from faith of belief renders consequence without consequence.

Challenge be the metaphor for insight not yet fathomed, though fully understood.

Credence established is vanity’s beguiling when wisdom’s influence diminishes.

After posting `thought’s de jour’ I realized these phrases, call them what you will, came to me rather spontaneously, with little true, conscious thought. This made me wonder if it might be an anagram of sorts, leading to a greater message. (Stop laughing here)

So taking the first word of each phrase, form a sentence and see if there is any meaning to be taken:

Let Beyond Hope, Challenge Credence

Beyond Hope, Let Credence Challenge

Let Credence Challenge Beyond Hope

Replacing Credence with its meaning:

Let credibility/belief Challenge Beyond Hope

 

Who knows, just a thought – dejour<?>

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