Fisherman:
Inquisitively philosophical
Or
Exquisitely numb
Choose the former or the latter
To choose the latter,
Is the ideal one?
For to be numb to all matter
Is to avoid any mental pain
To be One without the Chatter
Is to be One who is born again
Mark 1:17: “Come after Me, and I will make you become fishers of men.”
The art of poetry is to conjure thoughts profound
At times achieved by merely the use of just one word
But in the end it’s to its readers to astound
Or to render it all – utterly absurd
Poetry may be reflective or devil-may-care
But for certain it comes from a mind aware
The tool of its conveyance need not be exact
For it is the essence of message that be sought – to extract
Hence, should one encounter a poem or two
Be certain, this to do:
Enter with an open mind
Read with nay a pre-intent
Look within its words to find
Its essence – its chance to invent
Falling into a swamp I forgot was there
My eyes could see, but neither mouth nor nose could breathe for air
As my skin turned blue, my mind grew increasingly faint
Next I knew, I was in a place standing next to a glowing saint
He extended a hand as in a gesture to greet
Strange thing was I was now, standing on my own two feet
Bewildered and perplexed by, in what place I was
His comforting smiling face wordlessly said, `Don’t give it a fuss’
Calmly, still hand in hand, we walked
Though nothing was said, he began to talk
He spoke of this place, this land made by the gods
It was purposely intended for unabashed sods
It was the simple mention of this class of soul
I knew my life had succumb to its ultimate toll
Surprisingly enough I felt much at ease
Especially at the mention, I could have anything I please
As we wondered through hill and dale
My saintly friend continued his telepathic tale
My mind grew full, with what he had to say
And funny thing was, I seem to know it all anyway
We finally arrived at a sweet town that appeared quaint
Flowers seemed to sing and the buildings of rainbow paint
Many people cheerfully frolicked about the street
Gracefully bowing when we had chance to meet
Then in a flash I realized my guardian saint was gone
And there in his place was a man introduced as `Dawn’
I asked Dawn, `what is this place?’
To which he replied, `It was my mental space’.
This perplexing response to what I had asked
Put my brain in a boil with this deciphering task
It was then I began to realize what he meant
This was all my imagination – a mind’s invent
So, if it were that this was all in my mind’s creation
I likely could not have left my original situation
Having the sense that I had resolved this unusual puzzle
A strange floating fish appeared and with my nose, began to snuggle
Not wanting for this slimy creature to be sitting on my face
With hands flailing in the air I gave it chase
Then with a flash I suddenly realized
The enchanted place was gone and the water swamp lay open to my eyes
My mind regaining hold of what was in fact now real
My hands though chilled, something at them, I could feel
And there it was I saw, a trout of proportionate size
Starring back up at me with seemingly, knowing eyes
Abruptly sitting up feeling all wet and damped to the bone
My floating friend did not faultier nor want to leave me alone
My mind still foggy by what had just transpired
When the sun reflected on my speckled friend, I couldn’t help but admire
For through the translucent waters I was uncertain if to believe
Whether my eyes were still affecting what I could see
Especially after all that appeared to have gone on
There before me was a fish upon whose flesh appeared to be written: `Dawn’
Each day becomes a challenge to live
For it gives rise to search for truth to its purpose
The intellect of mind source to invent many an idea
Yet the proof to its confirming truth ever elusive
Like a worm bait at the end of a fishing line
Taunted to the awareness of its existence
Yet beyond the grasp of its tangible touch
Eluding the concreteness to its reality
Constant is the question of when comes the relief
Derived by the spewing forth of all there is to know
Allowing for the ultimate deflation of curiosity’s bubble
Creating opportunity for energies spent to new direction
A video book: Reflective Poetry
Utilizing the various media tools to our disposal, here is a further attempt to get a volume of writing out, exposed to the whims of those whom come upon it; a consolidation of works from the last few months:
The braveness of our naive youth directs
Choice of an alternate path of place to select
To face the challenge for once to be brave
To leave what in memory only is to be saved
Times passage dulls the painful emotion
Letting life speed ahead with locomotion
Striving to conquer our desired ambition goals
Uncertain to what wealth of fulfillment it holds
Decades seamlessly fall by the way
Filled with heart-aches, love and play
Then arrives the call to re-examine purpose
When memories of youthful times resurface
The unwitting sense of return to our youthful home
Takes on a recurring, pronounced mental drone
Not with a beckoning charmed-voice call
But with an allure one cannot fore-stall
Defiant defenses having finally succumb
Forgetting what was lost for what is won
Rejoicing again in all that was once known
To finally return to what forever will be home.
Immersed in the history treading madness that is this earthly existence, questioning the irrational rationality that yields no qualitative answer evokes emotions beyond description; fomenting a resolve toward disengagement of intellectual processes’ attempt to decipher reason toward objective definition of humanity’s purpose of being within the context of principles of synergistic, symbiotic relevance speculated to be the orchestrated product of a divine, omnipresent ethereal entity; an arguably acceptable theory that is proving to be failing miserably.
The following is in response to the attached video from Acronym independent News channel discussing the coming economic instigated Peoples’ revolution.
Following are writings I produced over the past several years raising the same alarms and thought I would share them to gain YOUR response to what you feel is to be the outcome of growing economic in-equality:
Revolt To The System
Limitless is the breadth and width of the mind
When thought to word one does find
Speaking to injustice and despair be inclined
For others to hear, your words they find
Truth to their meaning, evidence defined
Not messaged to serve up as kind
But brutal at times, if not to remind
That revolt to the system, may have found its time
Human Revolution
Different realities co-exist in the same time and space
Each marked by the goodness of love or pain of suffering, faced
A global view of the world’s condition at any second of the clock
Increasing enlists feelings of great sadness and horrifying shock
Injustices expressed by the few of power on the impoverished many
If not soon curtailed, of life on Earth, there will not be any
Rhetoric espoused by those whom the populace elect
Promise, once in political office, these problems they will correct
Yet decades into centuries continue to unfold
And yet the same original story continues to be told
What will it take to derive these problems final solution?
As things stand in this moment – only an uprising – a Human Revolution
Last Chance Revolution – Lost?
(August,2010)
In the shallow shadow of the conspiracy theorist, I submit to you the following scenario:
Firstly, I think we can all admit and accept the planet no, more accurately, the planet’s tenants are becoming increasingly agitated. It is evident in every sector and system that affects our daily lives: weather, finance, economy, morality, etc, etc.. The debate that has ensued is, `Is this by design or destiny of fate?’.
In an attempt to address this question from the perspective of the present 2010 looking retrospectively forward, one might conclude: by design!
The impetus to all that appears to be occurring is the sublimation to servitude achieved by perpetrated, induced fear of a ghostly threat, only to achieve the ultimate goal of `imperial control’. That gives rise on how best to achieve this end.
The inception of the Internet has to be the grease that turned this massive wheel of deception and tyranny.
Through out history especially modern history, the government intelligence community is easily traced to assassinations, coups, and other mischievous activities to attain the goals of the ruling power (democratic or otherwise). Well it is well known to all how the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) have had their hands dirty by the most insidious and corrupt affairs of both domestic and international politics that leads to the focus on domestic political affairs within the realm of the global oligarchy. In effect who is controlling whom?
To make the point clearer I suggest the analogy of the `ponsi-scheme’ that I am sure in light of the current financial system debacle most are familiar with the term; well, that is what the global oligarch from the top-down, represents that is, a myriad of power groups are layered ever upward to yet another, then another to in the end does anyone know who controls whom since the membership amongst the very senior of these strata are all of the same family lineage – an inter-marriage of power through ultimate, yet yielding to when enforced upon, power.
By introduction and retailing of the Internet saw the incredible growth in both the software and hardware industry increasingly geared toward `social networking’ whereby the unbridled, unconscious relinquishing of typically sensitive, private and confidential information on the deception of being close to family and friends. The growth of global tracking or geosynchronous positioning satellite system and technologies or G.P.S., compounded by electronic banking and diminishing of hard currency transactions at the retail, consumer level, all in combination had the general populations masses totally under there control. The next step was the installation of the `fear factor’.
The icon date: September 11, 2001 infamously known as 9/11, was the catalysts to this objective. The destruction of the United States financial icon of global financial superiority rivaling that of Wall Street, along with a reputed three-thousand fatalities, was horrific enough to the then coddled, protected and naive to the horrors of conflict general population, they immediately succumb to the whims and wants of the powers that be, from that date forward. The two major conflicts that followed against Iraq and Afghanistan were precipitous to the financial collapse of the fiat monetary system and the major world banks up to but not including the international, central banks putting the entire global financial, monetary and economic power in the hands of the oligarchy.
The obvious question that comes to mind is where were the people during this time – the activists, the rebelling youth of the time, how did they allow this to flourish? The few youth of the new millennium that saw through the charade were too few in number to stand-up effectively against the increasingly militarized, interwoven departments of police and military security under the central control of the Homeland security establishments. The majority of youth were oblivious to what was happening around them being far too consumed with Internet based networking socializing, video games and other diversionary, established activities. One could say they unwittingly submitted to the slaughter of the civil and human rights coached there by mindless diversions.
Given what has been stated above, the following is my hypothesis of what is yet to come:
The present year is 2010 and the current western demographic has the majority of adult population being those born post WWII. The average age of this group is between their early to mid-sixties. This group is comprised typically of well-educated and financially successful and established individuals of means and those who are most immediately venerable to the uncontrollable effects of down-sizing affected by design, by the oligarchy as per the above outline. It is this group that I believe are the last hope to initiate or motivate a revolt on the increasingly evident plans for dominance by the oligarchy. Yet sadly it is my belief this group, having grown fat, satisfied and mentally lazy are about to too, relinquish any form of resistance to what they consider a power too big to fight.
In summation, the prospects for dark and forlorn days ahead is only in the eyes of those who `see it coming’ yet are to few in number to change this perceived course. All those remaining are oblivious as will be their prodigy, not sensing or aware of the changes that are taking place as they naively consume a contrived, virtual life existence: the fuel energy to power the oligarchy machine (not unlike that depicted in the movie `The Matrix’).
Things To Come
Upon reflection of the words that I have written
I can admit that I have been smitten
By the need to express my view
To communicate a message to all and you
I know they are common words, simple at times
And they annoyingly seem to rhyme
But that should not dismiss the message
The vestige – Of things to come
I hold many secrets within my self
Many that could render extreme wealth
Yet I do not hold to these material things
For it is not joy of life they bring
The Earth revolves with unending vigour
Its meaning in space is for its inhabitants to figure
But not to be dismissed as routine of presence
But to question its perceived infinite significance.
I channel this wisdom from unknown place
Unknown too is why I am graced
I leave the reason for others to contrive
Knowing it will continue as long as I am alive
Others my find my spelling hard to heed
Best they will or assuredly bleed
The blood that fuels mankind
Ground soaked will be left behind
There exists a destiny of less dismay
Will humanity give it chance to play?
Present greed of power, anger and hate
Leaves little to debate
Hindsight is often the test
Differentiating speculation from the rest
My virtue of mind and wrote
Is mine before death to gloat?
If you find these writings inspirational or wish to read more on the topic my self-published book HOMAGE TO A WORLD LOST would be of interest to you. You can check it and other of my BOOKs
A product of walking in the woods and stumbling upon the reflections of others whom seemed compelled to let their feelings and wisdom be known to anyone who may wish to read…..
naykdpoet 
