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15
May
12

Thought



Challenged to bleed thoughts that convulse cerebrally into this realm of presence; discourse that longs to realize the tactile experience of human senses; to infuse its meaning essence into this contemporary network of contained vessels of energy’s manifestations; to promulgate its thought presence that lends to its immortalization into the structured, quantum puzzle of pursued understanding; a yocto-measure* of a concept; yet influencing component to the enigmatic spiral cosmic flow that is the universe’s unfathomable construct.

*1024

23
Jan
12

Voyage to Fate


Upon entering Cabin 612, an eight by ten room
Little did I know, it would be my doom
That water would seep from every crack
Then the moment arrives, I’ll never be going back
Alone I will wait for help to arrive
But none will come, I’ll struggle to survive
As the last light finally flickers out
I’ll be over come with fear and try to shout
But no one will hear, for they have all gone
I nervously start to hum my favorite song
The water will rise leaving just a pocket of air
How much more of this will I be able to bare
With a sudden surge, water filling the room
Little did I know, it would be my tomb

Times like these suggest life is guided by fate
There seems little room for counter debate
Innocent, guided by optimism and pleasure
Life itself offering so much to treasure
Then unbeknownst, unannounced
From out of nowhere death does trounce
In less than an instant all is lost
For no matter of reason, no matter of cost
Times like these you know life is guided by fate
There is no room for counter debate.

A dedication to those who died alone on the
fateful Costa Concordia pleasure cruise

14
Jan
12

Question To Engendering Consciousness


‘They are free to commit atrocities like the September 11 attacks not only because the laws of America don’t apply to them, but the laws of God as well.’

( http://dprogram.net/2012/01/13/systematic-silence-about-ndaa-proves-plot-to-destroy-u-s-is-real-vindicating-conspiracy-theorists-saman-mohammadi/#more-100475 )

The above is a statement made in context of the United States signing the 2012 National Defense Authorization Act into law that, in turn, stimulated the following thought:

To think that a world population could be/is oblivious to the total and real power held by those of such supremacy of mind, fearless to anyone, thing or entity, from common man to an atheistic belief in God could be a reality.  Such a Power without remorse or sense of emotional, moral ethics that inhibit an action, an atrocity against any ‘other’ living organism.  This truth’s realization paints a dire and bleak picture for human existence into the future.

With Power so great and seemingly limitless without moral or judicial restraint; what tool of defense can the balance of humanity utilize with any probability of success?

This may prove to be the ultimate Question for humanity to collectively answer before the end of 2012; the heightened state of consciousness purported as integral, though spiritual component, to prophetic legend: Winter Solstice,  2012.

Could it be a possibility the Answer is genetically encoded to All peoples’ mind’s; awaiting the Question posed, giving credence to meaning and resolve, the strength to Action against Power suffering a severe case of amnesia or atrophy to the fact?

The next twelve months whether the mythology surrounding 2012 is realized or not, the year will prove to be one of humanity’s most vibrant and ‘lived’ ever!  Buckle UP!

12
Jan
12

Humble Author


Empty, pouring my life into words
Words not knowing if ever to be heard
A notion that leaves my mind disturbed
A blight of which never to be cured

Years of days indecently go by
The incessant compulsion I try
To avoid expression, to decry
Feelings, expunged by words to die

Countless are the emotions compiled
Page upon page denoting my trials
Conjuring ghostly images, an obscure smile
More often painting a life defiled

Endless seems this timeless chore to be
Scribing this life passage for others to see
A collective tomb wishfully worthy of thee
As humble author to words given to me

12
Jan
12

Jimmie


I met a young man, he was hitch-hiking, cold, begging for a ride, so I stopped, he got in, his story instantly told, he could not easily hide, a life of hardship, though I did’t know why, until he told me, as the miles slipped by, of a life that would make me, a grown man, want to cry, but in his eyes I looked, I saw, not a frown, but a glorious smile, his life burdened, though it may seem, was to him, a life worth all its trial.




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