Monday, December 29, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
MY POEM IS YOUR POEM
D.C. November 20, 2008
Yes, the poems seem small, but what
You thought your own so big
Guess what, we all sang our own song
We are all small
Only as big as the good we can do
No, hate and fear don’t count
Why??? Why you say??? Why
Look around you with opened eyes
Dare you now say ‘why’
Within the small may be hidden….greatness
Even the smallest part of life
Our life, yours and mine
Counts by the ripples it makes
The ripples become the wave
The wave is life
Do we crash and disappear
Or do we lessen our loads
Sail into a future where we can smile
Where a song blesses each day.
D.C. November 20, 2008
Yes, the poems seem small, but what
You thought your own so big
Guess what, we all sang our own song
We are all small
Only as big as the good we can do
No, hate and fear don’t count
Why??? Why you say??? Why
Look around you with opened eyes
Dare you now say ‘why’
Within the small may be hidden….greatness
Even the smallest part of life
Our life, yours and mine
Counts by the ripples it makes
The ripples become the wave
The wave is life
Do we crash and disappear
Or do we lessen our loads
Sail into a future where we can smile
Where a song blesses each day.
ETERNITY IS FOREVER
November 20, 2008
The joke is on us all
This life
For we live to another’s song
We die to another’s song
The song grows dim
Even for those shadows
Who make up the songs
For their own amusement
You felt you’d live forever, hah
We need your guidance for what
Anyone can raise a bow, a gun
To kill or be killed is your game
I will play in it no more
A curse to those who aim our lives
To destruction
May you know eternally
What we have known in this life
Then you will have regrets
But eternity is forever.
November 20, 2008
The joke is on us all
This life
For we live to another’s song
We die to another’s song
The song grows dim
Even for those shadows
Who make up the songs
For their own amusement
You felt you’d live forever, hah
We need your guidance for what
Anyone can raise a bow, a gun
To kill or be killed is your game
I will play in it no more
A curse to those who aim our lives
To destruction
May you know eternally
What we have known in this life
Then you will have regrets
But eternity is forever.
LIVE
D.C. November 20, 2008
I will live til I die
But die is closer
So the time I didn’t have
To save an older me
From family pain
I did not see
Could not see, but you must
The world we know
Is dying now, the end
Unless love be the center
About which we build our lives
Love may be a silly word
But then, hate must be a joke
For in the end, all die
It is time for all
To live.
D.C. November 20, 2008
I will live til I die
But die is closer
So the time I didn’t have
To save an older me
From family pain
I did not see
Could not see, but you must
The world we know
Is dying now, the end
Unless love be the center
About which we build our lives
Love may be a silly word
But then, hate must be a joke
For in the end, all die
It is time for all
To live.
A SONG, A WISH, A PRAYER
D.C. November 20, 2008
I am here my children
What
I didn’t meet your wishes
Possibly
But I had to live too
There
I know its hard to believe
But
I had no guidelines
Then
Now, when much too late
Perhaps
I could do a better job of it
Anger
Let go, it only taints your world
Live
Add a portion of love to the world
Please
Leave that love for the sake of all
There
I have had my say.
I am here my children
What
I didn’t meet your wishes
Possibly
But I had to live too
There
I know its hard to believe
But
I had no guidelines
Then
Now, when much too late
Perhaps
I could do a better job of it
Anger
Let go, it only taints your world
Live
Add a portion of love to the world
Please
Leave that love for the sake of all
There
I have had my say.
the title is
MY SONG
created November 20, 2008
I have no song to sing
I paint no scenery
No
I am alone
No family to come close
But I rise and see
That they are not life to me
No
For what I have
I have searched for long and hard
I have the scars on my heart
To prove what I say
Look close, what do you see
If you see more than me
Look again
I am that I am, and that is me.
I paint no scenery
No
I am alone
No family to come close
But I rise and see
That they are not life to me
No
For what I have
I have searched for long and hard
I have the scars on my heart
To prove what I say
Look close, what do you see
If you see more than me
Look again
I am that I am, and that is me.
Friday, September 12, 2008
from recent interview I heard
[thoughts on a recent interview with a possible
presidential candidate]
BECAUSE SHE WON'T BE
Look you to the north
Look you to the south
Dig that pit extra deep
Inexperience to rip
Rend your and my heart
Crawl you left
Crawl you right
A little lady will try
Will hold the world together
Well, she might
A babe in the woods
A chick in the treetops
Seeking that high spot
God, no, god, no, oh God
Can this be the end of us
[Methinks, Horatio, that
Thou protest too much]
(borrowed words of course)
So let her do it
She'd better have an in
God best be the answer
Would that innocence might tell
Go in ignorance where angels
Fear to tread, no guile you think
Listen to her words, I fear
What she does not yet say.
……………………………………………..
presidential candidate]
BECAUSE SHE WON'T BE
Look you to the north
Look you to the south
Dig that pit extra deep
Inexperience to rip
Rend your and my heart
Crawl you left
Crawl you right
A little lady will try
Will hold the world together
Well, she might
A babe in the woods
A chick in the treetops
Seeking that high spot
God, no, god, no, oh God
Can this be the end of us
[Methinks, Horatio, that
Thou protest too much]
(borrowed words of course)
So let her do it
She'd better have an in
God best be the answer
Would that innocence might tell
Go in ignorance where angels
Fear to tread, no guile you think
Listen to her words, I fear
What she does not yet say.
……………………………………………..
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
first love
AH, SWEET MEMORIES
OF SHARON
Most unusual for me
Sweet memories, you see
A love so very sweet
In my heart and soul did meet
But never in this world of ours
A memory land, mine, not ours
I loved a lassie so very dear
But what does that mean
At a mere twelve years
More than fifty years have passed
I remember her still
Yes, and still so dear
I had worked with her father
Read to a class of her brother's
Yet we would never know
Each others touch
She now a sweet memory
A piper she was in those bygone days
I had proof, hanging at the head
Of my bed
Dressed in her regalia
A sweet rose was Sharon
Sweetest of sweet memories.
Most unusual for me
Sweet memories, you see
A love so very sweet
In my heart and soul did meet
But never in this world of ours
A memory land, mine, not ours
I loved a lassie so very dear
But what does that mean
At a mere twelve years
More than fifty years have passed
I remember her still
Yes, and still so dear
I had worked with her father
Read to a class of her brother's
Yet we would never know
Each others touch
She now a sweet memory
A piper she was in those bygone days
I had proof, hanging at the head
Of my bed
Dressed in her regalia
A sweet rose was Sharon
Sweetest of sweet memories.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
perspectives
ON SEEING MY WORLD
My sight was changing
My mind was changing
Wah, indeed, my whole world
Was changing rapidly
For I no longer saw
As I had seen before
I no longer felt
As I had felt before
I knew that a new depth
Had been added to me
When I met groups of people
When I saw a herd of deer
When I was immersed
In fields of flowers
I no longer saw ‘just’ the group
I no longer saw ‘just’ the herd of deer
‘Saw’ the green and smelled the aromas
Within the depths of the field
I saw each individual part
The little differences
That made ‘all’ the difference
The members of a group
And all the differences they represented
Listening not to noise any longer
But to a symphony of sound
Leaf, grass, and insect
With a tremendous choir
Of all manner of bird and the squirrel
Ah, what a wonderful orchestra
I realized that I now saw the pieces
That made up my ‘whole’ of the moment
I now knew that it was little differences
That made ‘the’ difference
In all that the world was
Yes, and indeed, what it ‘could’ be
It allowed subtle change
To grow from within the whole
If men the world around
Could only begin to see
How important we all are
To every other one of us
Oh, yes, and to the world we live in
The future of it all
That friends of all races
Could see the changes in me
See and sense that which I was becoming
Oh, so much more than I had been
Many
Caught up in their lives
Caught in the traps of the world
Could not understand
What was happening to me
For we follow many paths
But truth of who we are
Transcends all prejudice and false teaching
Some might be afraid
That what I ‘had’
Might be catching
‘As if it were a disease’
Perhaps they are content
In their walled up spaces
Safe, ‘at least for the moment’
Ah, well
I wish them all the very best in life
Their lives will all unfold
As it was meant to
I hope they have a chance to see
A little of what I have seen
The great giver of life
Does not abandon his children
Even when they are foolish
No more than help
When they only express spite.
My sight was changing
My mind was changing
Wah, indeed, my whole world
Was changing rapidly
For I no longer saw
As I had seen before
I no longer felt
As I had felt before
I knew that a new depth
Had been added to me
When I met groups of people
When I saw a herd of deer
When I was immersed
In fields of flowers
I no longer saw ‘just’ the group
I no longer saw ‘just’ the herd of deer
‘Saw’ the green and smelled the aromas
Within the depths of the field
I saw each individual part
The little differences
That made ‘all’ the difference
The members of a group
And all the differences they represented
Listening not to noise any longer
But to a symphony of sound
Leaf, grass, and insect
With a tremendous choir
Of all manner of bird and the squirrel
Ah, what a wonderful orchestra
I realized that I now saw the pieces
That made up my ‘whole’ of the moment
I now knew that it was little differences
That made ‘the’ difference
In all that the world was
Yes, and indeed, what it ‘could’ be
It allowed subtle change
To grow from within the whole
If men the world around
Could only begin to see
How important we all are
To every other one of us
Oh, yes, and to the world we live in
The future of it all
That friends of all races
Could see the changes in me
See and sense that which I was becoming
Oh, so much more than I had been
Many
Caught up in their lives
Caught in the traps of the world
Could not understand
What was happening to me
For we follow many paths
But truth of who we are
Transcends all prejudice and false teaching
Some might be afraid
That what I ‘had’
Might be catching
‘As if it were a disease’
Perhaps they are content
In their walled up spaces
Safe, ‘at least for the moment’
Ah, well
I wish them all the very best in life
Their lives will all unfold
As it was meant to
I hope they have a chance to see
A little of what I have seen
The great giver of life
Does not abandon his children
Even when they are foolish
No more than help
When they only express spite.
IF YOU ONLY KNEW
My own kiddies feel hard done by
With all that dad did not know
What he did not share
But while they are moaning
Cursing their fate, me
But a sudden chuckle
If only they could know
What their lives might have been
If I had learned all the lessons
My mother stabbed me with
The silence from my father
Cursed with a kin
Who would not mix with me
Abused by one or more
Oh my little kiddies
If only you could know
The hell that was my youth
Then perhaps you might shout
[for joy]
At what you did not learn
Did not feel
You had someone who cared
I had someone who sent money
Which is better
[although you already know your answer].
Thursday, August 14, 2008
still me, so [haha]watch out
CRY??? WHY???
Every one of us has history
If alive, you have it too
It is not a rare thing
To have a lot of pain in yours
Nor in mine
A lot of pain from childhood
Rage from then until.......
My worktime is done
No, I won't sit in the sun
My grape is now a raisin
Vision not the eagle's
Strength not of bear or wolf
But still I sit, here I am
The product of all that went before
Is that good or bad................
Neither good nor bad at all
It simply is........as am I.
Every one of us has history
If alive, you have it too
It is not a rare thing
To have a lot of pain in yours
Nor in mine
A lot of pain from childhood
Rage from then until.......
My worktime is done
No, I won't sit in the sun
My grape is now a raisin
Vision not the eagle's
Strength not of bear or wolf
But still I sit, here I am
The product of all that went before
Is that good or bad................
Neither good nor bad at all
It simply is........as am I.
dedicated to Red Skelton
LIFES PASSAGES
In the moment you were there
The world changed
Just a little bit
In that second or two
But how much really
Because you were there
Each moment we live
We pass
Smile, talk to or listen
To people
What did they do for us
And we for them
We may never know, except
In that which faces us
A smile to a look
Of desperation
A kind word
To one who hates the world
An ear for one on whose shoulders
Rests that world
Yes
In the moment you were there
The world changed just a little bit
Thank you for
Being there for me
The moment changed
Just a little
The result
A brand new me.
In the moment you were there
The world changed
Just a little bit
In that second or two
But how much really
Because you were there
Each moment we live
We pass
Smile, talk to or listen
To people
What did they do for us
And we for them
We may never know, except
In that which faces us
A smile to a look
Of desperation
A kind word
To one who hates the world
An ear for one on whose shoulders
Rests that world
Yes
In the moment you were there
The world changed just a little bit
Thank you for
Being there for me
The moment changed
Just a little
The result
A brand new me.
WE ALL KNOW
Each day is a new day
If we just let it be so
If we let yesterdays go
Begin again with the dawn
Tainted eyes see the grime
Left over from yesterday
And then sit and say, “oh my”
Eyes blinded to all that is
The true word ever says
In the beginning was God
So smile at the rising sun
Give thanks for the bright new dawn
As morning air is so sweet
With a little taste of dew
So is our Everyday so
If the past, we just let go
Those afraid of a change
Will yet try to put you down
So sympathize with their loss
But stay open to all that is
The flower that just bloomed
Mating robins in the trees
Nature’s new blanket of green
Buzzing insect harmony
Yes, the world can be great
If we just let it be so
If we let yesterdays go
Begin again with the dawn
Tainted eyes see the crimes
Of youth in their rebellion
Yet fail to see open minds
To all that is wrong today
Or hear their anguish so
At the wrongs that burn them deep
As they seek to change what is
To all that it could be
Oh, if we hope to live
Our world continue to be
Then give credit to their screams
So they can live out their dreams
Not they, but we must fight
To yet start to put things right
They can finish what we start
If we but give them the tools
Not one alone, but all
Must begin to put things right
So tomorrow’s not the same
As the grime which was yesterday.
If we just let it be so
If we let yesterdays go
Begin again with the dawn
Tainted eyes see the grime
Left over from yesterday
And then sit and say, “oh my”
Eyes blinded to all that is
The true word ever says
In the beginning was God
So smile at the rising sun
Give thanks for the bright new dawn
As morning air is so sweet
With a little taste of dew
So is our Everyday so
If the past, we just let go
Those afraid of a change
Will yet try to put you down
So sympathize with their loss
But stay open to all that is
The flower that just bloomed
Mating robins in the trees
Nature’s new blanket of green
Buzzing insect harmony
Yes, the world can be great
If we just let it be so
If we let yesterdays go
Begin again with the dawn
Tainted eyes see the crimes
Of youth in their rebellion
Yet fail to see open minds
To all that is wrong today
Or hear their anguish so
At the wrongs that burn them deep
As they seek to change what is
To all that it could be
Oh, if we hope to live
Our world continue to be
Then give credit to their screams
So they can live out their dreams
Not they, but we must fight
To yet start to put things right
They can finish what we start
If we but give them the tools
Not one alone, but all
Must begin to put things right
So tomorrow’s not the same
As the grime which was yesterday.
A TEAR FOR MANKIND
[a song]
Willow tree, willow tree [chorus]
Why do you weep so
Hanging around me
Good lady, bad lady
You’ve all done for me
But the sun’s still shining
The rain’s still falling
And I just thought of something
Ain’t life grand
I’ve lost my job
Landlord rented my room
I’m sick and I’m tired
But the sun’s still shining
The rain’s still falling
Ain’t life grand
The car’s broke down
I’ve run out of gas
The signs say no hitching
But the sun’s still shining
The rain’s still falling
Ain’t life grand
Oh, but the winds are free
And so the mountains too
The pine scent is sweet
Oh the sun is so warm
With the rains so gentle
The only cost is care
Willow tree, willow tree
Why do you weep so
Hanging around me
You are eating for free
And you bask in the sun
The sweet rain washes you
So let yours be sweet tears
Glorifying young love
Sharing their heartfelt tears
Is it ‘cause both of us care
‘Bout all the pain we see
Perhaps you’re an angel
Coming to cry for us
So we can stand up tall
Cry out for the life we love
Willow tree, willow tree
Willow tree, willow tree [chorus]
Why do you weep so
Hanging around me
Good lady, bad lady
You’ve all done for me
But the sun’s still shining
The rain’s still falling
And I just thought of something
Ain’t life grand
I’ve lost my job
Landlord rented my room
I’m sick and I’m tired
But the sun’s still shining
The rain’s still falling
Ain’t life grand
The car’s broke down
I’ve run out of gas
The signs say no hitching
But the sun’s still shining
The rain’s still falling
Ain’t life grand
Oh, but the winds are free
And so the mountains too
The pine scent is sweet
Oh the sun is so warm
With the rains so gentle
The only cost is care
Willow tree, willow tree
Why do you weep so
Hanging around me
You are eating for free
And you bask in the sun
The sweet rain washes you
So let yours be sweet tears
Glorifying young love
Sharing their heartfelt tears
Is it ‘cause both of us care
‘Bout all the pain we see
Perhaps you’re an angel
Coming to cry for us
So we can stand up tall
Cry out for the life we love
Willow tree, willow tree
is that why you weep so
hanging around me.
hanging around me.
IN PROPER PLACE
IN PROPER PLACE
The tree had withered
The water’s all gone
Yet we are born
The same as the fawn
Machines to dig
Allow us to stay
But what of the deer
That follow the day
Don’t we know yet
That in the long run
As go the deer
So too are we done
What’s that I hear
Bleeding heart you say
Oh, it’s much deeper
If man wants to stay
Nature gives life
And life gives us love
In the beginning
There was just the dove
Beauty in seeds
Came first, not last
And man was made
Just to fit the cast
If the nose’ gone
To spite the face
There’ll be no air
For the human race
Then try and brag
In the image of
But no one will hear
Not even the dove
Nature came first
And we were last
Destroy the one
We’re surely outcast
We don’t give life
We can’t bring rain
We can’t make the seed
What are we, insane.
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The tree had withered
The water’s all gone
Yet we are born
The same as the fawn
Machines to dig
Allow us to stay
But what of the deer
That follow the day
Don’t we know yet
That in the long run
As go the deer
So too are we done
What’s that I hear
Bleeding heart you say
Oh, it’s much deeper
If man wants to stay
Nature gives life
And life gives us love
In the beginning
There was just the dove
Beauty in seeds
Came first, not last
And man was made
Just to fit the cast
If the nose’ gone
To spite the face
There’ll be no air
For the human race
Then try and brag
In the image of
But no one will hear
Not even the dove
Nature came first
And we were last
Destroy the one
We’re surely outcast
We don’t give life
We can’t bring rain
We can’t make the seed
What are we, insane.
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INNER GROWTH
Attention: we were all aboriginals
My sight was changing
My mind was changing
Wah, indeed, my whole world
Changing rapidly
For I no longer saw
As I had seen before
I no longer felt
As I had before
I knew that a new depth
Had been added to me
When I met groups of people
A herd of deer
A field of flowers
I no longer saw the group
No longer saw the field
I saw each piece
That makes up that whole
I saw that
It was the little differences
That made the picture
In all that the world was
And indeed, what it could be
It allowed subtle change
To grow from within the whole
If men the world around
Could only begin to see
How important
We all are to each other
And to the future
Of this, our mother
My friends of all races
Saw the changes in me
Sensed that I had become
More than I had been
Many
Caught up in their lives
Caught
In the traps of the world
Could not understand
What was happening to me
Some went by other paths
Afraid
That what I had
Might be catching
As if it were
A disease
Perhaps
They are content
In their walled spaces
Safe at least for the moment
Ah well
And I wish them well
Their lives
Will all enfold
As they were meant to
The great Giver of Life
Does not abandon
His children
Even
When they are
Foolish.
Attention: we were all aboriginals
My sight was changing
My mind was changing
Wah, indeed, my whole world
Changing rapidly
For I no longer saw
As I had seen before
I no longer felt
As I had before
I knew that a new depth
Had been added to me
When I met groups of people
A herd of deer
A field of flowers
I no longer saw the group
No longer saw the field
I saw each piece
That makes up that whole
I saw that
It was the little differences
That made the picture
In all that the world was
And indeed, what it could be
It allowed subtle change
To grow from within the whole
If men the world around
Could only begin to see
How important
We all are to each other
And to the future
Of this, our mother
My friends of all races
Saw the changes in me
Sensed that I had become
More than I had been
Many
Caught up in their lives
Caught
In the traps of the world
Could not understand
What was happening to me
Some went by other paths
Afraid
That what I had
Might be catching
As if it were
A disease
Perhaps
They are content
In their walled spaces
Safe at least for the moment
Ah well
And I wish them well
Their lives
Will all enfold
As they were meant to
The great Giver of Life
Does not abandon
His children
Even
When they are
Foolish.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
A TEAR, A FAMILY
A little love crept in
When a baby girl was born
A sister blessed me
Even too young to understand
And too the animosity
The hatred
Given over to me
From one who bore us both
I knew a man once
When I was a boy
Who picked me up and threw me
Like a dead stick might be tossed
Yes, a boy of twelve or so
But at least he showed me emotion
I know it was in him, emotion
Because I know it is in me
Yet why as illness crept
Over his mind
Of an anger in his face and manner
For what his son might need or want
Still once more, saved for last
A rushed trip some five thousand miles
To visit him once more
For something not there for me
The joke I am sure he enjoyed
The hurt enjoined for a last gasp
The last upon this earth
And he was gone, the tear remained.
.................................................
A little love crept in
When a baby girl was born
A sister blessed me
Even too young to understand
And too the animosity
The hatred
Given over to me
From one who bore us both
I knew a man once
When I was a boy
Who picked me up and threw me
Like a dead stick might be tossed
Yes, a boy of twelve or so
But at least he showed me emotion
I know it was in him, emotion
Because I know it is in me
Yet why as illness crept
Over his mind
Of an anger in his face and manner
For what his son might need or want
Still once more, saved for last
A rushed trip some five thousand miles
To visit him once more
For something not there for me
The joke I am sure he enjoyed
The hurt enjoined for a last gasp
The last upon this earth
And he was gone, the tear remained.
.................................................
WHICH IS IT? WHICH WAY?
A title
A Tear, A Family
But would it not be truer still
To call it a family of tears
One grandfather, tied to a chair
All the days I knew him
Except a small memory, his and mine
Of a fishing trip
He helped me catch my first
Another grandfather, never known
Gone in a blaze of fire and smoke
Inside a boiler, before I was born
A father, so held within himself
As to be never known
A mother who was known too well
In all her tightness and meanness
Except perhaps to save face
With a touch of heart
For those who deigned bow to her throne
Who hated, maybe despised
The parents of he she chose to be with
Browbeaten by a mother I knew but didn't
Brought to tears by times
Raised in a family prone to meanness
Or so it would seem by history
One set of grandparents set upon by pain
One set separated long since and more
A brother with two sisters
Who stayed the distance away
One woman's venom known only too well
Brother and sisters driven from each other
Another familyk, another sister sweated
As two brothers watched [the shit fly]
Oh, animal manure, is that better
A sister, the only one, born from need
To love and be loved
By a mother filled with a male hatred
Or so it seemed
To the boy standing on the sidelines
Taking it all in, finding his place
Where he did not belong
In that lonely family of tears.
............................................
A title
A Tear, A Family
But would it not be truer still
To call it a family of tears
One grandfather, tied to a chair
All the days I knew him
Except a small memory, his and mine
Of a fishing trip
He helped me catch my first
Another grandfather, never known
Gone in a blaze of fire and smoke
Inside a boiler, before I was born
A father, so held within himself
As to be never known
A mother who was known too well
In all her tightness and meanness
Except perhaps to save face
With a touch of heart
For those who deigned bow to her throne
Who hated, maybe despised
The parents of he she chose to be with
Browbeaten by a mother I knew but didn't
Brought to tears by times
Raised in a family prone to meanness
Or so it would seem by history
One set of grandparents set upon by pain
One set separated long since and more
A brother with two sisters
Who stayed the distance away
One woman's venom known only too well
Brother and sisters driven from each other
Another familyk, another sister sweated
As two brothers watched [the shit fly]
Oh, animal manure, is that better
A sister, the only one, born from need
To love and be loved
By a mother filled with a male hatred
Or so it seemed
To the boy standing on the sidelines
Taking it all in, finding his place
Where he did not belong
In that lonely family of tears.
............................................
EPITAPH
It follows as I grit my teeth
To leave no trace if not in a heart
No mark upon the earth
But perhaps
These words
No shadow of false tears
Lay thee upon me
Rather I be gone as a breath of wind
For I lived in a borderworld
Cursed as someone might say
But as I leave, I leave but a kiss
You can't see it, can't feel it
But it's there upon that breeze
Feel it?
If anyone didn't want
That which I am and was
They need not look
To make themselves feel better
By feeling sad
With appropriate tears
Which might last fifteen minutes
Perhaps!
So, read this, it is my epitaph
I was not alone
I did finally know love
Blood of my blood
You saw fit to ignore me
So be it
The kiss is upon the breeze
Yes, that one.
................................................
It follows as I grit my teeth
To leave no trace if not in a heart
No mark upon the earth
But perhaps
These words
No shadow of false tears
Lay thee upon me
Rather I be gone as a breath of wind
For I lived in a borderworld
Cursed as someone might say
But as I leave, I leave but a kiss
You can't see it, can't feel it
But it's there upon that breeze
Feel it?
If anyone didn't want
That which I am and was
They need not look
To make themselves feel better
By feeling sad
With appropriate tears
Which might last fifteen minutes
Perhaps!
So, read this, it is my epitaph
I was not alone
I did finally know love
Blood of my blood
You saw fit to ignore me
So be it
The kiss is upon the breeze
Yes, that one.
................................................
I SIMPLY DIDN'T KNOW HOW
Nobody will ever know
Because no one ever saw
A boy molded to be a man
But lacking in family understanding
He tried it once, too young
He tried it again
But failed
Five children born for love
But love unknown to either
Father or child
Not for lack of trying to find the nurturer
But lost as the nurturer should have been
Schooled in everything but
And yet
I knew it from the parents of my parent
But from one side isn't enough
As you may find my own
Willing to relate, as they now hate
A childhood they see as devoid
Of love
There but unrecognized by either
Father or child
Could I do it better, you bet
If, if, if, if, if
I could have found it for myself
But how can a person find
What he doesn't know exists
Or seeing, does not recognize his lack
By way of what he knew
From a child, his child-hood.
.......................................................................
Nobody will ever know
Because no one ever saw
A boy molded to be a man
But lacking in family understanding
He tried it once, too young
He tried it again
But failed
Five children born for love
But love unknown to either
Father or child
Not for lack of trying to find the nurturer
But lost as the nurturer should have been
Schooled in everything but
And yet
I knew it from the parents of my parent
But from one side isn't enough
As you may find my own
Willing to relate, as they now hate
A childhood they see as devoid
Of love
There but unrecognized by either
Father or child
Could I do it better, you bet
If, if, if, if, if
I could have found it for myself
But how can a person find
What he doesn't know exists
Or seeing, does not recognize his lack
By way of what he knew
From a child, his child-hood.
.......................................................................
I ONCE WAS A GRANDCHILD TOO
Yes, believe it or not, young ones
I was a grandchild too
We sat and I listened
To stories of fishing places he'd been
New Brunswick and Nova Scotia
Rang to his glee at a great catch
Perhaps the whisper
Of fresh fish on an open fire
Yes, dreams were made of these
Oh, yes, I dreamed good dreams
He took me there..........
I am and was full of stories
Not one of them a lie
Of gold, bear, deer, moose
The forest deep
In summer heat
In the winter cold
Yes, believe it or not, young ones
Iwas a grandchild
I am and was a man
Who tried to be a father
With no sense of the job
Instilled in me from any before me
Not good excuses, just me
As it was and I was too
I missed the dreams I might have had
Should another grandfather to be
Had lived
But it was not meant to be
And as I sit and remember stories I have
Alone
Well, so be it, my tales are on the wind
Yes, I was a grandchild once.
...........................................................
Yes, believe it or not, young ones
I was a grandchild too
We sat and I listened
To stories of fishing places he'd been
New Brunswick and Nova Scotia
Rang to his glee at a great catch
Perhaps the whisper
Of fresh fish on an open fire
Yes, dreams were made of these
Oh, yes, I dreamed good dreams
He took me there..........
I am and was full of stories
Not one of them a lie
Of gold, bear, deer, moose
The forest deep
In summer heat
In the winter cold
Yes, believe it or not, young ones
Iwas a grandchild
I am and was a man
Who tried to be a father
With no sense of the job
Instilled in me from any before me
Not good excuses, just me
As it was and I was too
I missed the dreams I might have had
Should another grandfather to be
Had lived
But it was not meant to be
And as I sit and remember stories I have
Alone
Well, so be it, my tales are on the wind
Yes, I was a grandchild once.
...........................................................
I SHOWED HER ONCE
I proved to her that I am stronger
When she bared her fangs to me
To separate my children from me
Refuse me the privilege of knowing Them
To be proud of the young life
Climbing to meet their future
My children, my girls, my sons
I gave her an ultimatum
I said
"Mother, you bore me
We know your stubbornness and strength
My father is a proud and stubborn man
Do you not realize that I am
I am the product of the both of you
I inherited the stubbornness of both
My children will come to me
Or I promise, you no longer have a son.........
Period"
She bowed to that promised threat
Made it in a way to save face
[with herself]
Sending them across our nation
From east to west
My god I love them all
Each and every one
Since like and love do not share well
In this family, let it be known
I love them all.
............................................................
I proved to her that I am stronger
When she bared her fangs to me
To separate my children from me
Refuse me the privilege of knowing Them
To be proud of the young life
Climbing to meet their future
My children, my girls, my sons
I gave her an ultimatum
I said
"Mother, you bore me
We know your stubbornness and strength
My father is a proud and stubborn man
Do you not realize that I am
I am the product of the both of you
I inherited the stubbornness of both
My children will come to me
Or I promise, you no longer have a son.........
Period"
She bowed to that promised threat
Made it in a way to save face
[with herself]
Sending them across our nation
From east to west
My god I love them all
Each and every one
Since like and love do not share well
In this family, let it be known
I love them all.
............................................................
SO STRONG AND YET SO WEAK
[president of a housing coop]
I have a mental attitude by nature
That draws me to places of power
In one sense or another
A place, a crown
To lead by simply being
It is an amazing thing to see this
To be in such a place
For I did nothing to deserve any love
I did nothing but fill a gap
In their structure
Someone that they feared in a way
Though fear is not the right word
I did nothing, the silly thing is
They simply did their job
Expeditiously
They did it right
The success was theirs alone
I guess they just needed someone
To just stand up and lead.
.........................................................................
[president of a housing coop]
I have a mental attitude by nature
That draws me to places of power
In one sense or another
A place, a crown
To lead by simply being
It is an amazing thing to see this
To be in such a place
For I did nothing to deserve any love
I did nothing but fill a gap
In their structure
Someone that they feared in a way
Though fear is not the right word
I did nothing, the silly thing is
They simply did their job
Expeditiously
They did it right
The success was theirs alone
I guess they just needed someone
To just stand up and lead.
.........................................................................
LIAR
Someone said
We get over it with time
Over what
Over life's pains
But now I know
We don't get over them
Just catalogue all items
For further reference
They come back though
Almost unbidden
But strong
Oh, the pain
It is as fresh as it began
Soul wrenching, some
What I feel now
Soul-wrenching is a word
It doesn't do the pain
Justice
The pain screams in agony
Of a long past sorrow
A loss
I felt it alone and alone
She died
I was left in silence
Silence of her dying
No one to talk to
Agony
Whoever said we get over it
He is a liar.
......................................................................
Someone said
We get over it with time
Over what
Over life's pains
But now I know
We don't get over them
Just catalogue all items
For further reference
They come back though
Almost unbidden
But strong
Oh, the pain
It is as fresh as it began
Soul wrenching, some
What I feel now
Soul-wrenching is a word
It doesn't do the pain
Justice
The pain screams in agony
Of a long past sorrow
A loss
I felt it alone and alone
She died
I was left in silence
Silence of her dying
No one to talk to
Agony
Whoever said we get over it
He is a liar.
......................................................................
FATHER KNOWS BEST, YEH, RIGHT
old tv show
How nieve we were
Growing up in an age of tv
Where everything is ok
Turns out good every time
All the books seem to echo it too
The heroes of the day as well
Be it the Lone Ranger
Or Roy Rogers
Hey, the good guy always wins
Right?????
But then we get a reality check
We learn the hard way
That life can knock us down
Can even kick us there
More, oooh yes
And still more again
Children are supposed to be angels
I suppose
I did
But the facts of life
Soon set me straight
They are at least as human as I was
Hopefully they make fewer mistakes
Although that seems slim
While I was involved in their lives
Maturity
Why that's when our heroes are gone
Life is going to win
Right or wrong is a toss of the dice
Snake-eyes...........I lost.
...............................................................
Friday, August 8, 2008
sound scary?it is. lets try and find a cure
THE VIRUS
It spread like wildfire. Every country in the world was suffering horrendously. News reports began coming in fast and furious, but curiously, reports began to come in sporadically. An omen!!! Everyone was so caught up in what was happening right around them that many stopped listening to the news. They avoided each other in self defence. Horror and death were everywhere.
Can you feel it? Can you see it?
We pat ourselves on the backs all the time for how civilized we’ve become, how for the most part, we have stopped killings in our own backyards. We have influenced other countries in this respect as well.
Politicians get together for this event, this civilization and give us speeches on this discussion, and why? They want to congratulate each other on how well their society is running.
How many died in the last major conflict, WW2.? 50,000,000 to 61,000,000 people and more. My, how civilized.
Vietnam! our count is said to have been 50,000 dead, plus wounded, and how about the Vietnamese, will there ever be an accurate count on their fatalities.
Add to that the Kymer Rouge and the killings fields [etc.] and another estimated 2,000,000 plus more people dead. It may have cost Afghanistan and Iraq a million.
We keep killing at great length even as we say “no more war”. If anyone kept a running total as to the number of ‘people’ killed in conflicts over the last hundred years and could feel their pain, even a sprinkling, we would be sick for a week, and thinking and talking about it for at least a month……….maybe.
If we were reading a book with those numbers being killed, we would think it an exaggeration. Its just a story, right? Well, the ‘story’ I’m talking about is our world, today, even now, right now.
War? No, we don’t need wars, how many are killed every year in North America alone, through accident, suicide, murder, death by misadventure. Add to that the other ‘continents’ and we are talking horrendous numbers. War is still number one for immediate deaths, however, it is not alone.
Do we learn from it? Are we changing our ways of living, our consciousness? Not bloody likely, we want our lives left alone, but please change the rest of the world. Isn’t it awful what that monster is doing in Ruanda, in Kenya, anywhere but here.
Add to that, those who disappear in the so-called sane countries, killed for disagreeing with the powers that rule. We don’t seem to recognize something as wrong unless we can see beyond where we are. ‘Normal’ is what we come to accept day by day.
We can complain about death somewhere else, write letters, even hold discussion groups about all the problems the people face. We can bring in speakers from that land to back up what is being said.
Well, someone says, it’s just life. We can’t control what people do all the time, they must have self-expression. That they do, but………………….. what if…………..
A strange place to leave that thought, I guess, but is it, really? Did even one person think about how change could really come about? Do we simply throw up our hands, lost and helpless in the tide of mankind.
Let’s not leave out natural disasters. How many lives do they claim per year. What else? Well, depending on where the disaster strikes, there is lots more. The people of the world send clothing, food, money, anything they can think of to help the desperate people. Does the dying end there? Not by a d@#$ sight.
Greed, dollars, power, come into play now and food and clothing are redirected to blackmarketeers, while those in immediate power, pocket their share and then plead for more aid for those poor and dying people.
There are always good people involved as well, however, who brave injury and death to help the helpless. They are to be praised and make no mistake. But, why is there so much needless death? No death is good, but death for another man’s greed is a curse that spreads ever deeper into every society. It is unacceptable.
Politicians lead us off, telling us how much they are willing to do, how much they want people to get in there and help, while they spread a little butter on the mix [slippery, you see]. They do as little as possible to satisfy you and me, and just enough to be able to brag, saying that we were in there. We did our part.
Now we have the do-gooders. They have their place, and no mistake there either, but don’t let them get the bit in their teeth, don’t leave them to their own devices. Almost inevitably, money begins to be filtered into a growing organization there to help. Help who? Doesn’t that hurt any relief effort?
Now we get each of us and who is willing to give what to help, and how. We can give generously on our own, but it has to flow through other hands and its amazing how sticky that money becomes, as it shrinks and shrinks as it makes its way to where it’s needed.
We’ve given our share! we can rest our consciences. We did a good deed. You did? Always, there is the curse of ‘however’.
The’however’ is always going to be there. Nothing can ever make it perfect. This might be true, but should we just let it drop there?
It is such a disease, profit, it is slippery and sneaky. It might begin as a good thing but somewhere in its journey, it becomes evil. Not the money, but the evil in those who touch and see money as an end all, be all. Not a thought about how it came to be there or what it will actually do.
We can go into any area of life and find good and bad, one slipping into the other’s category. What can we do? Can we do anything?
Do we not want our children’s children to have a world that they can live in? Indeed do we not want it now, for ourselves and for our own children as well.
The ad-men have it down pat, how to put out anything out to us to have us buy whatever it might be that they are selling, from items of luxury, necessities too, but don’t forget the shadow salesmen that we don’t see, those who sell us on making our goods in a starving country for starving wages. Is that is really helping anyone other than themselves.
They are the salesmen that we don’t see, don’t hear, but who we listen to, through others. It is they who make us see something a, good thing, and on goes the list, until the true evil raises its head. Some call them thinktanks, but are they? Do they even still have their own conscience.
These salesmen are selling us, first, that lost jobs, increased profits in a narrower margin, are good things, with no steady jobs for the young, but that’s ok, things will get better. How?
Our lives are based on air, thin air. Companies and countries are so very far in debt that it is impossible to say who is where.
They used to call what they are doing ‘creative accounting’. People went to jail for doing it. Now its their [our] very existence that they are playing with. The buck must stop somewhere. It simply must if man is have have a long distance ‘life-affair’.
What is all this rambling you say? Rambling, eh? Don’t I wish. Look at us, we live to die and if we don’t kill each other enough by ourselves, we are made to think we need to start a war.
By the way, it has always been. War has always been a means of birth control. The thinking being if if we take out a generation of young men we slow the overall population growth.
Wrong. Man simply keeps growing so fast that growth always exceeds loss. If mankind ever takes a serious look at peace and how to achieve it, we must have at least two or three generations, or more that don’t see war, don’t see needless death and suffering, who don’t see the leaders around them with their armpits just showing in the slime of graft. Then and only then do we stand a chance of seeing that living peace that will make man shine, will give him the possibility to achieve every dream ever dreamt.
Do you remember the title? Do you see it now? It’s closing in on your future and future generations that depend on your imput. We are the virus. We are the worldwide catastrophe.
Yes, god help us, however you may see him, because we, we are that most horrible affliction on the planet. Mankind is but a deadly virus, killing and uprooting everything it touches. It destroys everything in its path, even destroying the means to feed ourselves or them. Yes, they cannot see beyond that ‘green mountain’, the dollar.
We must one day create a vaccine against the evil, and let man, ‘the good’, come to the forefront and lead us into a new day. There is not even room for personal competition, one on one. That is a means to the evil we mention. That bespeaks of winners and losers, and not of brothers. Other forms of competition must be found, if it can be allowed to remain. We must be seen as a whole unit, not as so many pieces of a puzzle.
Hopefully it won’t be a worldwide catastrophe that separates man from man, without communication, with the need for food paramount in his thoughts. How? If the planet itself gets into the act it can create enough terror to kill off billions of people, literally, through earthquake, flood, volcano, disease, and the whole gamut of things that might decimate a world population. If we can’t reach others, we can’t make war, and if we are lucky, when man does meet man the lessons of their past will be taken to heart and the planet grow as one.
If we read our history books, they speak of how the good guys won, us. From that point on, everything, even the life and death of millions is but a passing note. Forget that and lets get on with making our world beautiful. Lets rebuild our societies and all that the past has cost us.
They are such good thoughts, but we must always remember the bones upon which we are walking, the bones which lead us to this place that we can grow from, which form the foundations for our thoughts, let alone anything else.
It spread like wildfire. Every country in the world was suffering horrendously. News reports began coming in fast and furious, but curiously, reports began to come in sporadically. An omen!!! Everyone was so caught up in what was happening right around them that many stopped listening to the news. They avoided each other in self defence. Horror and death were everywhere.
Can you feel it? Can you see it?
We pat ourselves on the backs all the time for how civilized we’ve become, how for the most part, we have stopped killings in our own backyards. We have influenced other countries in this respect as well.
Politicians get together for this event, this civilization and give us speeches on this discussion, and why? They want to congratulate each other on how well their society is running.
How many died in the last major conflict, WW2.? 50,000,000 to 61,000,000 people and more. My, how civilized.
Vietnam! our count is said to have been 50,000 dead, plus wounded, and how about the Vietnamese, will there ever be an accurate count on their fatalities.
Add to that the Kymer Rouge and the killings fields [etc.] and another estimated 2,000,000 plus more people dead. It may have cost Afghanistan and Iraq a million.
We keep killing at great length even as we say “no more war”. If anyone kept a running total as to the number of ‘people’ killed in conflicts over the last hundred years and could feel their pain, even a sprinkling, we would be sick for a week, and thinking and talking about it for at least a month……….maybe.
If we were reading a book with those numbers being killed, we would think it an exaggeration. Its just a story, right? Well, the ‘story’ I’m talking about is our world, today, even now, right now.
War? No, we don’t need wars, how many are killed every year in North America alone, through accident, suicide, murder, death by misadventure. Add to that the other ‘continents’ and we are talking horrendous numbers. War is still number one for immediate deaths, however, it is not alone.
Do we learn from it? Are we changing our ways of living, our consciousness? Not bloody likely, we want our lives left alone, but please change the rest of the world. Isn’t it awful what that monster is doing in Ruanda, in Kenya, anywhere but here.
Add to that, those who disappear in the so-called sane countries, killed for disagreeing with the powers that rule. We don’t seem to recognize something as wrong unless we can see beyond where we are. ‘Normal’ is what we come to accept day by day.
We can complain about death somewhere else, write letters, even hold discussion groups about all the problems the people face. We can bring in speakers from that land to back up what is being said.
Well, someone says, it’s just life. We can’t control what people do all the time, they must have self-expression. That they do, but………………….. what if…………..
A strange place to leave that thought, I guess, but is it, really? Did even one person think about how change could really come about? Do we simply throw up our hands, lost and helpless in the tide of mankind.
Let’s not leave out natural disasters. How many lives do they claim per year. What else? Well, depending on where the disaster strikes, there is lots more. The people of the world send clothing, food, money, anything they can think of to help the desperate people. Does the dying end there? Not by a d@#$ sight.
Greed, dollars, power, come into play now and food and clothing are redirected to blackmarketeers, while those in immediate power, pocket their share and then plead for more aid for those poor and dying people.
There are always good people involved as well, however, who brave injury and death to help the helpless. They are to be praised and make no mistake. But, why is there so much needless death? No death is good, but death for another man’s greed is a curse that spreads ever deeper into every society. It is unacceptable.
Politicians lead us off, telling us how much they are willing to do, how much they want people to get in there and help, while they spread a little butter on the mix [slippery, you see]. They do as little as possible to satisfy you and me, and just enough to be able to brag, saying that we were in there. We did our part.
Now we have the do-gooders. They have their place, and no mistake there either, but don’t let them get the bit in their teeth, don’t leave them to their own devices. Almost inevitably, money begins to be filtered into a growing organization there to help. Help who? Doesn’t that hurt any relief effort?
Now we get each of us and who is willing to give what to help, and how. We can give generously on our own, but it has to flow through other hands and its amazing how sticky that money becomes, as it shrinks and shrinks as it makes its way to where it’s needed.
We’ve given our share! we can rest our consciences. We did a good deed. You did? Always, there is the curse of ‘however’.
The’however’ is always going to be there. Nothing can ever make it perfect. This might be true, but should we just let it drop there?
It is such a disease, profit, it is slippery and sneaky. It might begin as a good thing but somewhere in its journey, it becomes evil. Not the money, but the evil in those who touch and see money as an end all, be all. Not a thought about how it came to be there or what it will actually do.
We can go into any area of life and find good and bad, one slipping into the other’s category. What can we do? Can we do anything?
Do we not want our children’s children to have a world that they can live in? Indeed do we not want it now, for ourselves and for our own children as well.
The ad-men have it down pat, how to put out anything out to us to have us buy whatever it might be that they are selling, from items of luxury, necessities too, but don’t forget the shadow salesmen that we don’t see, those who sell us on making our goods in a starving country for starving wages. Is that is really helping anyone other than themselves.
They are the salesmen that we don’t see, don’t hear, but who we listen to, through others. It is they who make us see something a, good thing, and on goes the list, until the true evil raises its head. Some call them thinktanks, but are they? Do they even still have their own conscience.
These salesmen are selling us, first, that lost jobs, increased profits in a narrower margin, are good things, with no steady jobs for the young, but that’s ok, things will get better. How?
Our lives are based on air, thin air. Companies and countries are so very far in debt that it is impossible to say who is where.
They used to call what they are doing ‘creative accounting’. People went to jail for doing it. Now its their [our] very existence that they are playing with. The buck must stop somewhere. It simply must if man is have have a long distance ‘life-affair’.
What is all this rambling you say? Rambling, eh? Don’t I wish. Look at us, we live to die and if we don’t kill each other enough by ourselves, we are made to think we need to start a war.
By the way, it has always been. War has always been a means of birth control. The thinking being if if we take out a generation of young men we slow the overall population growth.
Wrong. Man simply keeps growing so fast that growth always exceeds loss. If mankind ever takes a serious look at peace and how to achieve it, we must have at least two or three generations, or more that don’t see war, don’t see needless death and suffering, who don’t see the leaders around them with their armpits just showing in the slime of graft. Then and only then do we stand a chance of seeing that living peace that will make man shine, will give him the possibility to achieve every dream ever dreamt.
Do you remember the title? Do you see it now? It’s closing in on your future and future generations that depend on your imput. We are the virus. We are the worldwide catastrophe.
Yes, god help us, however you may see him, because we, we are that most horrible affliction on the planet. Mankind is but a deadly virus, killing and uprooting everything it touches. It destroys everything in its path, even destroying the means to feed ourselves or them. Yes, they cannot see beyond that ‘green mountain’, the dollar.
We must one day create a vaccine against the evil, and let man, ‘the good’, come to the forefront and lead us into a new day. There is not even room for personal competition, one on one. That is a means to the evil we mention. That bespeaks of winners and losers, and not of brothers. Other forms of competition must be found, if it can be allowed to remain. We must be seen as a whole unit, not as so many pieces of a puzzle.
Hopefully it won’t be a worldwide catastrophe that separates man from man, without communication, with the need for food paramount in his thoughts. How? If the planet itself gets into the act it can create enough terror to kill off billions of people, literally, through earthquake, flood, volcano, disease, and the whole gamut of things that might decimate a world population. If we can’t reach others, we can’t make war, and if we are lucky, when man does meet man the lessons of their past will be taken to heart and the planet grow as one.
If we read our history books, they speak of how the good guys won, us. From that point on, everything, even the life and death of millions is but a passing note. Forget that and lets get on with making our world beautiful. Lets rebuild our societies and all that the past has cost us.
They are such good thoughts, but we must always remember the bones upon which we are walking, the bones which lead us to this place that we can grow from, which form the foundations for our thoughts, let alone anything else.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
TELL IT LIKE YOU SEE IT #10
I paused a moment to reflect
A passing thought
As a boy, I thought as a boy
As a young man, I thought as same
And too as an old-er man I did it too
My thought
No single age ever says, that is perfect
No
We’d rather talk about the mannerless teens
The wild young man who wastes life
In the mind of the older
Who, although having more right to say it
Still, sees all of it as a waste
Yet, as this man says
Life is most precious and beautiful
Now
Can we tell and show the world।
I paused a moment to reflect
A passing thought
As a boy, I thought as a boy
As a young man, I thought as same
And too as an old-er man I did it too
My thought
No single age ever says, that is perfect
No
We’d rather talk about the mannerless teens
The wild young man who wastes life
In the mind of the older
Who, although having more right to say it
Still, sees all of it as a waste
Yet, as this man says
Life is most precious and beautiful
Now
Can we tell and show the world।
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WE CARE………#11
A scream in the night
A child is lost in fright
His reality shattered by a sudden fear
The parent
Yeh, right
Says, “when will he be a man”
I say, hopefully not yet
Hopefully not that way
I would hold the child
Offer him/her safety in my arms
Looking to see what the child has seen
Looking to understand
What had terrified the child so
Allowing the child their reality
But showing them
We care।
A scream in the night
A child is lost in fright
His reality shattered by a sudden fear
The parent
Yeh, right
Says, “when will he be a man”
I say, hopefully not yet
Hopefully not that way
I would hold the child
Offer him/her safety in my arms
Looking to see what the child has seen
Looking to understand
What had terrified the child so
Allowing the child their reality
But showing them
We care।
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ALONE……. 12
I cannot help it
I look and I see
Life, ‘piled high’
Blankets on a bed
Only one layer touching
The rest lay unknowingly
Upon that life
As surely as the age
We are surrounded by people
Always
They see us
Never
Society dictates what should be
Adults dictate what is
Yet today, God help us
They give the child free rein
The child is without the map
What is norm and acceptable
How can anyone cry foul
When it is we who let it अरिसे
I cannot help it
I look and I see
Life, ‘piled high’
Blankets on a bed
Only one layer touching
The rest lay unknowingly
Upon that life
As surely as the age
We are surrounded by people
Always
They see us
Never
Society dictates what should be
Adults dictate what is
Yet today, God help us
They give the child free rein
The child is without the map
What is norm and acceptable
How can anyone cry foul
When it is we who let it अरिसे
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STAND, BE COUNTED
I stand alone
I sometimes feel
As if no one understands
Yet, when I listen
In a crowd
There are times
I know some understand
Well
Why am I alone to scream
To the rooftops
All the wrongs
That I see.
I stand alone
I sometimes feel
As if no one understands
Yet, when I listen
In a crowd
There are times
I know some understand
Well
Why am I alone to scream
To the rooftops
All the wrongs
That I see.
Monday, August 4, 2008
DO I BELIEVE? YES!! THE WHAT IS MINE
Do I believe
Yes. The only question
Is in what
I believe in god
I believe in the hereafter
I do not believe that this is the end
He came to show us the door
That light beyond
I do not see anyone better than me
To live the life or lives that I’ve seen
Religion stunts the process
When someone says “I know the way”
Who are they to say
Did they meet the “I am” for coffee
Where does divine and fanatic cross
I believe, ha ha
Whenever someone will not seek
But lies complacent with the meek
Reminds me of a wolf
Eyeing the flock, “now which will I eat
Today”.
Yes. The only question
Is in what
I believe in god
I believe in the hereafter
I do not believe that this is the end
He came to show us the door
That light beyond
I do not see anyone better than me
To live the life or lives that I’ve seen
Religion stunts the process
When someone says “I know the way”
Who are they to say
Did they meet the “I am” for coffee
Where does divine and fanatic cross
I believe, ha ha
Whenever someone will not seek
But lies complacent with the meek
Reminds me of a wolf
Eyeing the flock, “now which will I eat
Today”.
SUDDENLY
#8
I sat many a time
Wondering just when
Would be the time
I see me at a working site
Wondering just when
Would be the time
Now, with sands almost run
With all the memories
In their place
I wonder now
What would be
My time is coming close
Sudden, the child in wonder
Of a locomotive
Around that sharp corner
Don’t blink
Or it will be gone
I see, finally
The wonder that is this life.
I sat many a time
Wondering just when
Would be the time
I see me at a working site
Wondering just when
Would be the time
Now, with sands almost run
With all the memories
In their place
I wonder now
What would be
My time is coming close
Sudden, the child in wonder
Of a locomotive
Around that sharp corner
Don’t blink
Or it will be gone
I see, finally
The wonder that is this life.
WHY CAN'T WE SEE
#7 shadow world
Why did it not occur to me
Many years ago
Why do’s and don’t’s
Are repeated at least one set in 10 years
Maybe less
Those shadowy young people
Were children, said the elder generation
Look at those old fogeys
Cry out the young
Why can’t they simply see
But the shadows are long
They are the shadows
Of yesterday and the morrow
The dream of what was
The hope of tomorrow
Yet they seem not to meet
To join and paint
The complete picture to the world
Where did you go
Shadow of the young,oh my
I have become that shadow of the older.
Why did it not occur to me
Many years ago
Why do’s and don’t’s
Are repeated at least one set in 10 years
Maybe less
Those shadowy young people
Were children, said the elder generation
Look at those old fogeys
Cry out the young
Why can’t they simply see
But the shadows are long
They are the shadows
Of yesterday and the morrow
The dream of what was
The hope of tomorrow
Yet they seem not to meet
To join and paint
The complete picture to the world
Where did you go
Shadow of the young,oh my
I have become that shadow of the older.
WRESTLING WITH MEMORIES AND TIME
The light is shining bright
But what is it
It is red, it is gold
It is the sunset
I still see bright light
Silver gold
Shaped
Oh, the moon
So what
Where is tomorrow
Is it really promised
So much light
Yet I cannot see
What is wrong
With me.
phrases I like
there are many phrases we use throughout our journey, and they keep changing. good thing.....
two that I like very much are:-
"you are as free as you choose to think you are".
This one is a hit at the money machines, those few men who control most of the world's cashflow.... it is taken from a 70's movie with the catch phrase "no more, I won't take it anymore", the phrase goes.......
"there is no such thing as canada, england, france, united states, [and I'll throw this one in]kuwait, there is only the $dollar$ bill."
two that I like very much are:-
"you are as free as you choose to think you are".
This one is a hit at the money machines, those few men who control most of the world's cashflow.... it is taken from a 70's movie with the catch phrase "no more, I won't take it anymore", the phrase goes.......
"there is no such thing as canada, england, france, united states, [and I'll throw this one in]kuwait, there is only the $dollar$ bill."
Sunday, August 3, 2008
DANGEROUS GREED
We can do anything
As many of them sing
Around the world it rings
And yet, do we have wings
We can water the seed
And still remove the weed
Can perform wondrous deed
If God still intercedes
But can we make a plant
Or cause the sun to slant
Or stop all the world’s want
I’m sorry, but we can’t
So how is it we brag
Waving our little rag
Upon dangerous crag
That all we need is drag
Will he listen at all
To those who plead and call
I’ve let the flowers fall
Or will it not appall
See Eden turned to hell
No water in the well
Nowhere a living cell
Now who will ring the bell
We have the world in trust
And not for things that rust
We only have this crust
Until we turn to dust
So to live we must heed
Ever tend to the seed
Not let man be the weed
Or turn our lives to greed
Save the world for our sons
On, on, until it is done
Til the sands of life have run
All rise above the sun.
We can do anything
As many of them sing
Around the world it rings
And yet, do we have wings
We can water the seed
And still remove the weed
Can perform wondrous deed
If God still intercedes
But can we make a plant
Or cause the sun to slant
Or stop all the world’s want
I’m sorry, but we can’t
So how is it we brag
Waving our little rag
Upon dangerous crag
That all we need is drag
Will he listen at all
To those who plead and call
I’ve let the flowers fall
Or will it not appall
See Eden turned to hell
No water in the well
Nowhere a living cell
Now who will ring the bell
We have the world in trust
And not for things that rust
We only have this crust
Until we turn to dust
So to live we must heed
Ever tend to the seed
Not let man be the weed
Or turn our lives to greed
Save the world for our sons
On, on, until it is done
Til the sands of life have run
All rise above the sun.
WHY CAN’T WE TRUST THEM
The nation grew from European seed
Who are they
Why, they’re the Chameleons
They stood separate
My way, your way, the other way
But today
The big C is still here
So are they
But they have cajoled us
Taught us that they ‘all’
Had our best interests
At heart
But how can they
Such clear boundaries
Separate the chameleons
Yet, with no shame
With no fear of failure
Walk like ghosts
From one party to the next
Lured by those in power
Throwing our trust
Back in our faces
See me, I was here when you saw me
I gained your trust, your respect
But I’m with the losers
I have to cross over the lines
First one and then another
You see, I can still play
In that huge playpen
See me make us the fool
On the floor of our lives
Safe, where only twenty years
Would have seen them
Shoving a broom
Unable to be elected
Dogcatcher, if they were elected
But no, they don’t shovel manure
Except for that which fills us
Day by day
Oh, Canada, I love you
Please make politicians be
The men and women
We want them to be….
The nation grew from European seed
Who are they
Why, they’re the Chameleons
They stood separate
My way, your way, the other way
But today
The big C is still here
So are they
But they have cajoled us
Taught us that they ‘all’
Had our best interests
At heart
But how can they
Such clear boundaries
Separate the chameleons
Yet, with no shame
With no fear of failure
Walk like ghosts
From one party to the next
Lured by those in power
Throwing our trust
Back in our faces
See me, I was here when you saw me
I gained your trust, your respect
But I’m with the losers
I have to cross over the lines
First one and then another
You see, I can still play
In that huge playpen
See me make us the fool
On the floor of our lives
Safe, where only twenty years
Would have seen them
Shoving a broom
Unable to be elected
Dogcatcher, if they were elected
But no, they don’t shovel manure
Except for that which fills us
Day by day
Oh, Canada, I love you
Please make politicians be
The men and women
We want them to be….
Saturday, August 2, 2008
SASKATCHEWAN
I have gone through Saskatchewan many times both east and west and thought I knew what Saskatchewan looked like. What an eye-opening adventure lay before me. How many people like me are there I wonder, that crossed the province via Highway 16 or Highway 1, and said that they had seen Saskatchewan. I am here to tell you, 'you ain't seen nothing' til you get off the big east-west highways and begin to explore. It is an eye-opener. I know it was for me.
I have always felt that I had seen all the provinces in Canada and what they had to offer until I went on an exploring trip throughout Saskatchewan, Canada. A flat, endless horizon soon gave way to the beautiful river valleys of the North and South Saskatchewan Rivers. The Qu'appelle Valley is another eye opener.
Adventure lies awaiting the future as well. On the one hand there are dinosaur remains that need discovering, including a buffalo that roamed this area some 30,000 years ago. They have been found in different locations, sometimes by accident and other times 'in spite of' efforts to keep them unknown in areas that depend on the land for agriculture and could be set aside for excavation in some cases.
Diamonds. I still find it amazing that people are finding diamonds throughout western Canada, suggesting that the rest of Canada may hold wondrous discoveries. I find that I am already looking for telltale depressions in the landscape or hillocks where they don't seem to belong. They suggest ancient volcanoes and therefore the possibility of diamonds and gold.
It isn't unusual or odd that I get excited by this kind of thing. I spent a number of years looking for that sometimes elusive metal, gold. I never had gold fever although I saw some textbook cases. I simply liked to find it. After I found that I could witch for gold, it became even more exciting.
The country around the Battlefords is stunningly beautiful. At the other end of the province, about as south as you can go and be in Canada, there is amazing desert country. TRex has a home down there in Eastend. What an amazing creature he was.
Every part of this province that I have seen or explored a little bit is exciting and full of beauty of every kind. I am still in awe at seeing herds of deer, sunbathing in open fields by the dozens. Geese, by the thousands, make Saskatchewan their home from spring until fall, and ducks everywhere it seems, in pairs or small groups.
In the area of Monmartre, I saw and heard my first 'very large' groups of geese. The first time I experienced them was on a house hunting trip. I heard a very large group of geese, somewhere over a rise. I thought someone must be raising geese. Well there was, but it wasn't man but mother nature. There were literally hundreds in a single group, if not thousands.
Another area is Duck Mountain and the park there. What a beautiful area, where you are apt to see deer coming down a road or out of the trees at any time.
Yes, Saskatchewan holds as much beauty as any province in Canada, and in so many different ways. Oh yes, and the grains, canola, and all stretching forever it seemed, were something I was very glad I experienced. Now it is on almost every trip to another town, but I doubt I will be bored with it for the forseeable future. It is beautiful.
There are very friendly people living here, helpful and gracious. That
makes the picture complete. I am a very happy 'newbie' Saskatchewaner.
David C
I have always felt that I had seen all the provinces in Canada and what they had to offer until I went on an exploring trip throughout Saskatchewan, Canada. A flat, endless horizon soon gave way to the beautiful river valleys of the North and South Saskatchewan Rivers. The Qu'appelle Valley is another eye opener.
Adventure lies awaiting the future as well. On the one hand there are dinosaur remains that need discovering, including a buffalo that roamed this area some 30,000 years ago. They have been found in different locations, sometimes by accident and other times 'in spite of' efforts to keep them unknown in areas that depend on the land for agriculture and could be set aside for excavation in some cases.
Diamonds. I still find it amazing that people are finding diamonds throughout western Canada, suggesting that the rest of Canada may hold wondrous discoveries. I find that I am already looking for telltale depressions in the landscape or hillocks where they don't seem to belong. They suggest ancient volcanoes and therefore the possibility of diamonds and gold.
It isn't unusual or odd that I get excited by this kind of thing. I spent a number of years looking for that sometimes elusive metal, gold. I never had gold fever although I saw some textbook cases. I simply liked to find it. After I found that I could witch for gold, it became even more exciting.
The country around the Battlefords is stunningly beautiful. At the other end of the province, about as south as you can go and be in Canada, there is amazing desert country. TRex has a home down there in Eastend. What an amazing creature he was.
Every part of this province that I have seen or explored a little bit is exciting and full of beauty of every kind. I am still in awe at seeing herds of deer, sunbathing in open fields by the dozens. Geese, by the thousands, make Saskatchewan their home from spring until fall, and ducks everywhere it seems, in pairs or small groups.
In the area of Monmartre, I saw and heard my first 'very large' groups of geese. The first time I experienced them was on a house hunting trip. I heard a very large group of geese, somewhere over a rise. I thought someone must be raising geese. Well there was, but it wasn't man but mother nature. There were literally hundreds in a single group, if not thousands.
Another area is Duck Mountain and the park there. What a beautiful area, where you are apt to see deer coming down a road or out of the trees at any time.
Yes, Saskatchewan holds as much beauty as any province in Canada, and in so many different ways. Oh yes, and the grains, canola, and all stretching forever it seemed, were something I was very glad I experienced. Now it is on almost every trip to another town, but I doubt I will be bored with it for the forseeable future. It is beautiful.
There are very friendly people living here, helpful and gracious. That
makes the picture complete. I am a very happy 'newbie' Saskatchewaner.
David C
new home poems
I SEE
I see Saskatchewan now
Very differently, almost from the plough
Travelling the length
As well as the breadth of this land
It is truly marvellous to see
I feel constant excitement
In seeing new lands
New sights, sounds, and smells
The wonder of wildlife
The numbers of some and more
Deer, geese
Is mindblowing to me
Never seeing except in imagination
Being in a country teeming
With nature's own
Seeing new land, the desert regions
The power of the Cypress Valley\
Fort Walsh
Feeling the strength, the resolve
Of pioneers here, or perhaps voyageurs
My admiration is taller than even the Rockies
What a place to call home
Yes, it is home.
SWEET NEW LADY OF MINE
A little bit skinny
But ohhh so tall
A family the farm
Ah such a friendly niche
I reach out to her
She smiles at me
I touch her gently
She whispers to me
Of dreams
Yes, oh yes, that dream
Of freedom if you dare
That sea of green
For me
That sky of wide open dreams
Just for me
Such a beautiful gal
My dear lady
Saskatchewan.
I see Saskatchewan now
Very differently, almost from the plough
Travelling the length
As well as the breadth of this land
It is truly marvellous to see
I feel constant excitement
In seeing new lands
New sights, sounds, and smells
The wonder of wildlife
The numbers of some and more
Deer, geese
Is mindblowing to me
Never seeing except in imagination
Being in a country teeming
With nature's own
Seeing new land, the desert regions
The power of the Cypress Valley\
Fort Walsh
Feeling the strength, the resolve
Of pioneers here, or perhaps voyageurs
My admiration is taller than even the Rockies
What a place to call home
Yes, it is home.
SWEET NEW LADY OF MINE
A little bit skinny
But ohhh so tall
A family the farm
Ah such a friendly niche
I reach out to her
She smiles at me
I touch her gently
She whispers to me
Of dreams
Yes, oh yes, that dream
Of freedom if you dare
That sea of green
For me
That sky of wide open dreams
Just for me
Such a beautiful gal
My dear lady
Saskatchewan.
Friday, August 1, 2008
But What if it is
NOW OR NEVER
Mankind! What are we? Who are we? What and who do we think we are? Where do we think we are going?
Mankind, a species that walks erect, has speech, who puts his success at being 'man' as having an opposing thumb and a brain but watch our for the ego, it kills.
If we truly had a brain, why are we so destructive? Why do we find it 'easy' to invent new and better ways to kill, animal and each other? We are the most destructive creature on the earth and unfortunately, the most prolific.
We are a creature that shouts out that there is a god, then turns around, and ignoring the tenets of his faith in God, he maims and kills others with ease. We have such an amazing gift for blarney.
No one knows, yet, if man can fool everyone, all the time. He can, however, fool himself. We are the demons that our religions tell us to beware.
The seven deadly sins!!! I'm sorry, but we have it wrong. In one way or another, we wear, almost all of the time, our 'seven'. We know that the ‘7’ are an evil thing, but that it is always ‘someone else’ who is the guilty party and heathen. Don't you see? Can't you feel that 'something' is wrong?
People starving to death around the world, and our response [although better than nothing], slip a donation dollar somewhere to 'help'. Help who? In reality, our conscience would demand better otherwise, but it can be lulled and lured to sleep by that dollar.
We prance around, preen ourselves, and talk about philosophy, from other men, of course, but then, if not them, who? The amazing essence about all men, everywhere, is the ego, the id. We talk about how man rose above the animals. Why is it that the peace we crave and the politics we have to achieve it, just doesn’t work. Why! When those who we give the power to achieve it, are liars and hypocrites, what do we expect. We accept the contrivances of government as a necessity towards peace. We see it and yet we keep them in power. It’s easier than doing something about it.
Why is it that we must we put down someone else who is different, in any way, from our/themselves. One group probably feels put-upon. Somewhere, someone is talking about them in the same vein.
The individual, whoever he or she may be, almost always thinks that everything will be ok once ‘they’ believe in what we believe and say. Our history teaches, subliminally perhaps, that once a segment of society quells opposing forces long enough to establish law and order, a uniform society, that they then turn to nitpicking. We cannot be happy with a success like that. An ego and an id are looking for new homes, and like the inquisition and McCarthyism, they will find it. After all, we are only human.
The environment suffers terribly from our ego and need for more. We talk the good talk, some people, more now than ever, work hard at being one with nature. It’s too bad that politicians, nations, and all people don’t work as hard. Instead, we keep coming up with delaying actions, with ways not to offend other nations, and money. Greed and resistance to change may kill us all in the end.
The world is always a tinderbox, this spot and that always waiting to pounce on weakness or perceived weakness. Politics pretty much means getting what you want, and all politicians are guilty. Lying, cheating, and bullying their way to the ‘do it my way’ syndrome.
The world is so close to the possibility of the end of life, All life, as is evidenced by the speed at which so many different species are disappearing . Are we blind?
There is a growing spread of mayhem and murder worldwide, starvation [ form of murder if we don’t stop it], and so much more, yet we keep going our merry way, as politicians work to keep the dollars flowing into those pockets that will never know want - lying, cheating, and bullying everyone, including you and I, but we can’t see it either, it would cause us to have to change. We may love change, but we hate doing it.
Oh, we want to help those in need, those starving, none of whom, at the moment, has the ability to help themselves, in many cases because of internal strife in all its ugly forms.
There are so many mass murders that most of us never hear about, mass graves that even now are still being discovered, as well as the new ones being created. Do these speak of man the divine, a creation of a supreme being, or to someone who is being duped as to the real situations going on right now around the world, duped or choosing to deny.
I am as guilty as anyone, and we all are in our own way. On the surface we do what we ‘may’ to help, but not so much that it interferes with our own lives, so we donate that dollar and watch the news of more death and disease with clear conscience, we helped. Did we truly help the people suffering?
The media feeds us sensationalism, not news, and as a result we are becoming desensitized to the problems that face more than seventy percent of the people of the world.
There is a narrow-minded outlook that abounds in the west that others only need to ‘pull up their bootstraps’ and get out there and work, as if that would be the solution to and for people with nothing to work with.
In most cases ‘have not’ societies work much harder at
‘just staying alive’ than we do even in search of our almighty dollar. Yes, that may be green, but it wouldn’t be recommended eating.
Was anyone ever really aware before or even now, that war is an exercise in culling the population. Remove much of a generation of young men and we slow down the population explosion. It can be seen in cases of genocide as well.
Much of the west is now incapable of supporting themselves by their own food production. It might have been once, but as in the case of Canada, land speculation and laziness of city construction and expansion are sealing our fate in that area. Gobbling up large tracts of ‘very’ fertile land, burying it beneath concrete, steel, and pavement, instead of the more difficult construction in areas that can’t be used for food is so much cheaper and easier.
Why? That’s easy, the land is already pretty much flat and well cared for, as well as easy to work with. This means that one needs just move in and start building. Now that is much cheaper than building in difficult areas because everything would be more difficult, their having to dig, drill, and bore out building locations.
We all are criminally responsible for the loss of land for food production, and for our wasting that precious commodity, water. A good many people in this world would think they were in ‘heaven’ if they had the water sources that we in North America have.
No, I don’t have any real solutions, except to open our eyes to what is happening all around us. To solve a problem, one must first recognize that he has a problem. Man has the capability of being everything he sees himself as now. It’s too bad he keeps coming up wanting in his actions.
Everything that is happening on our planet today should be enough warning for us to realize that we MUST change our attitudes about almost everything.
It may sound silly, but it is laid out for us in the movies. Startrek! The second generation. NO money, cultural growth, caring for each other, feeding and clothing everyone without free enterprise, simply because that is what is needed, a simple concept and yet one that should give us a clue as to the type of changes needed in this world. Thank you Gene Roddenberry.
There has to be a ‘will’ to change. That is the only way that we can survive.
To those lost in their worlds of high finance, take heed, your money will not save you, only, perhaps, delay the inevitable. If this sounds like doom and gloom, it ‘is’ doom and gloom unless we change.
I wish I had all the answers but I don’t. I do have a world of questions to throw into the discussion. If we don’t question things and alter our way of life, there just may not be any life.
This is not an area of speculation anymore. The signs are all around us. The planet is begging us to change direction and live. We are no longer speaking about a time somewhere off in the distance, it is sitting there and waiting as close as ‘tomorrow’.
But What if it is
NOW OR NEVER
Mankind! What are we? Who are we? What and who do we think we are? Where do we think we are going?
Mankind, a species that walks erect, has speech, who puts his success at being 'man' as having an opposing thumb and a brain but watch our for the ego, it kills.
If we truly had a brain, why are we so destructive? Why do we find it 'easy' to invent new and better ways to kill, animal and each other? We are the most destructive creature on the earth and unfortunately, the most prolific.
We are a creature that shouts out that there is a god, then turns around, and ignoring the tenets of his faith in God, he maims and kills others with ease. We have such an amazing gift for blarney.
No one knows, yet, if man can fool everyone, all the time. He can, however, fool himself. We are the demons that our religions tell us to beware.
The seven deadly sins!!! I'm sorry, but we have it wrong. In one way or another, we wear, almost all of the time, our 'seven'. We know that the ‘7’ are an evil thing, but that it is always ‘someone else’ who is the guilty party and heathen. Don't you see? Can't you feel that 'something' is wrong?
People starving to death around the world, and our response [although better than nothing], slip a donation dollar somewhere to 'help'. Help who? In reality, our conscience would demand better otherwise, but it can be lulled and lured to sleep by that dollar.
We prance around, preen ourselves, and talk about philosophy, from other men, of course, but then, if not them, who? The amazing essence about all men, everywhere, is the ego, the id. We talk about how man rose above the animals. Why is it that the peace we crave and the politics we have to achieve it, just doesn’t work. Why! When those who we give the power to achieve it, are liars and hypocrites, what do we expect. We accept the contrivances of government as a necessity towards peace. We see it and yet we keep them in power. It’s easier than doing something about it.
Why is it that we must we put down someone else who is different, in any way, from our/themselves. One group probably feels put-upon. Somewhere, someone is talking about them in the same vein.
The individual, whoever he or she may be, almost always thinks that everything will be ok once ‘they’ believe in what we believe and say. Our history teaches, subliminally perhaps, that once a segment of society quells opposing forces long enough to establish law and order, a uniform society, that they then turn to nitpicking. We cannot be happy with a success like that. An ego and an id are looking for new homes, and like the inquisition and McCarthyism, they will find it. After all, we are only human.
The environment suffers terribly from our ego and need for more. We talk the good talk, some people, more now than ever, work hard at being one with nature. It’s too bad that politicians, nations, and all people don’t work as hard. Instead, we keep coming up with delaying actions, with ways not to offend other nations, and money. Greed and resistance to change may kill us all in the end.
The world is always a tinderbox, this spot and that always waiting to pounce on weakness or perceived weakness. Politics pretty much means getting what you want, and all politicians are guilty. Lying, cheating, and bullying their way to the ‘do it my way’ syndrome.
The world is so close to the possibility of the end of life, All life, as is evidenced by the speed at which so many different species are disappearing . Are we blind?
There is a growing spread of mayhem and murder worldwide, starvation [ form of murder if we don’t stop it], and so much more, yet we keep going our merry way, as politicians work to keep the dollars flowing into those pockets that will never know want - lying, cheating, and bullying everyone, including you and I, but we can’t see it either, it would cause us to have to change. We may love change, but we hate doing it.
Oh, we want to help those in need, those starving, none of whom, at the moment, has the ability to help themselves, in many cases because of internal strife in all its ugly forms.
There are so many mass murders that most of us never hear about, mass graves that even now are still being discovered, as well as the new ones being created. Do these speak of man the divine, a creation of a supreme being, or to someone who is being duped as to the real situations going on right now around the world, duped or choosing to deny.
I am as guilty as anyone, and we all are in our own way. On the surface we do what we ‘may’ to help, but not so much that it interferes with our own lives, so we donate that dollar and watch the news of more death and disease with clear conscience, we helped. Did we truly help the people suffering?
The media feeds us sensationalism, not news, and as a result we are becoming desensitized to the problems that face more than seventy percent of the people of the world.
There is a narrow-minded outlook that abounds in the west that others only need to ‘pull up their bootstraps’ and get out there and work, as if that would be the solution to and for people with nothing to work with.
In most cases ‘have not’ societies work much harder at
‘just staying alive’ than we do even in search of our almighty dollar. Yes, that may be green, but it wouldn’t be recommended eating.
Was anyone ever really aware before or even now, that war is an exercise in culling the population. Remove much of a generation of young men and we slow down the population explosion. It can be seen in cases of genocide as well.
Much of the west is now incapable of supporting themselves by their own food production. It might have been once, but as in the case of Canada, land speculation and laziness of city construction and expansion are sealing our fate in that area. Gobbling up large tracts of ‘very’ fertile land, burying it beneath concrete, steel, and pavement, instead of the more difficult construction in areas that can’t be used for food is so much cheaper and easier.
Why? That’s easy, the land is already pretty much flat and well cared for, as well as easy to work with. This means that one needs just move in and start building. Now that is much cheaper than building in difficult areas because everything would be more difficult, their having to dig, drill, and bore out building locations.
We all are criminally responsible for the loss of land for food production, and for our wasting that precious commodity, water. A good many people in this world would think they were in ‘heaven’ if they had the water sources that we in North America have.
No, I don’t have any real solutions, except to open our eyes to what is happening all around us. To solve a problem, one must first recognize that he has a problem. Man has the capability of being everything he sees himself as now. It’s too bad he keeps coming up wanting in his actions.
Everything that is happening on our planet today should be enough warning for us to realize that we MUST change our attitudes about almost everything.
It may sound silly, but it is laid out for us in the movies. Startrek! The second generation. NO money, cultural growth, caring for each other, feeding and clothing everyone without free enterprise, simply because that is what is needed, a simple concept and yet one that should give us a clue as to the type of changes needed in this world. Thank you Gene Roddenberry.
There has to be a ‘will’ to change. That is the only way that we can survive.
To those lost in their worlds of high finance, take heed, your money will not save you, only, perhaps, delay the inevitable. If this sounds like doom and gloom, it ‘is’ doom and gloom unless we change.
I wish I had all the answers but I don’t. I do have a world of questions to throw into the discussion. If we don’t question things and alter our way of life, there just may not be any life.
This is not an area of speculation anymore. The signs are all around us. The planet is begging us to change direction and live. We are no longer speaking about a time somewhere off in the distance, it is sitting there and waiting as close as ‘tomorrow’.
WELL, GUESS WHAT
This is no fault of yours
You simply lived your life
It is just too bad
Our lives didn't jell
To make a family unit
Ah, well
Between that
And those who were adults
To me
It left me with a lot of pain
It left me with a huge hole
Deep in my heart
Over what might have been
Perhaps jealous too
For those who made it work
But nevermind
For the duration
Youth has fled
It is me, not you, not them
I will live for me
Yesterday is just that
Lost in a land of dreams
[or nightmares]
Here's the door
Sorry it slammed
Didn't want you to get out
I've had enough
Today and tomorrow
They belong to me.
.....................................................................
SO YOU THINK IT WAS FUN, DO YOU
Well, it was
If you discount all the trials and tribulations
Of being a parent
Discount a youth caring or trying
To care for you
Meet the everyday stresses
And stressors
All the worry
Each and every single headache
A life spent
Trying to be what he never had
A home
Where one shared a bit of heart
A bit of tear
But always
Someone to be there with you
Wanting to do it right
Trying
Not always succeeding
Well, if you still have that idea
Hold onto it
You may need it
It's your turn now.
This is no fault of yours
You simply lived your life
It is just too bad
Our lives didn't jell
To make a family unit
Ah, well
Between that
And those who were adults
To me
It left me with a lot of pain
It left me with a huge hole
Deep in my heart
Over what might have been
Perhaps jealous too
For those who made it work
But nevermind
For the duration
Youth has fled
It is me, not you, not them
I will live for me
Yesterday is just that
Lost in a land of dreams
[or nightmares]
Here's the door
Sorry it slammed
Didn't want you to get out
I've had enough
Today and tomorrow
They belong to me.
.....................................................................
SO YOU THINK IT WAS FUN, DO YOU
Well, it was
If you discount all the trials and tribulations
Of being a parent
Discount a youth caring or trying
To care for you
Meet the everyday stresses
And stressors
All the worry
Each and every single headache
A life spent
Trying to be what he never had
A home
Where one shared a bit of heart
A bit of tear
But always
Someone to be there with you
Wanting to do it right
Trying
Not always succeeding
Well, if you still have that idea
Hold onto it
You may need it
It's your turn now.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
song looking for its music
DANGEROUS GREED
We can do anything
As many of them sing
Around the world it rings
And yet, do we have wings
We can water the seed
And still remove the weed
Can perform wondrous deed
If God still intercedes
But can we make a plant
Or cause the sun to slant
Or stop all the world’s want
I’m sorry, but we can’t
So how is it we brag
Waving our little rag
Upon dangerous crag
That all we need is drag
Will he listen at all
To those who plead and call
I’ve let the flowers fall
Or will it not appall
See Eden turned to hell
No water in the well
Nowhere a living cell
Now who will ring the bell
We have the world in trust
And not for things that rust
We only have this crust
Until we turn to dust
So to live we must heed
Ever tend to the seed
Not let man be the weed
Or turn our lives to greed
Save the world for our sons
On, on, until it is done
Til the sands of life have run
All rise above the sun.
poem: Goldrush
well, I did say, various aspects of my personality. this following has a few baddy words, s.o.b., hell, deuce. Did I miss any?
If you can get by that, this is a pretty good poem if I do say so, oh, and those 'words'-'phrases'
have the distinction of being the only 'colored language' in fifty years of writing. pretty good huh?
If anyone ever saw a guy coming out of the bush, with pack and pan, and thought to themselves, "what a bum", well let me tell you, I 'have' walked a mile in their shoes times 'X'. I was and am proud to be in that number.
If you can get by that, this is a pretty good poem if I do say so, oh, and those 'words'-'phrases'
have the distinction of being the only 'colored language' in fifty years of writing. pretty good huh?
If anyone ever saw a guy coming out of the bush, with pack and pan, and thought to themselves, "what a bum", well let me tell you, I 'have' walked a mile in their shoes times 'X'. I was and am proud to be in that number.
GOLDRUSH
Sonofabitch
We’re gonna get rich
We’re in the Cariboo now
Never mind the snow
Oh, it’s time to go
Yes, we’re in the Cariboo now
To hell with the cold
Gonna get that gold
We’re in the Cariboo now
Shades of Bill Barker
We look for the lost marker
Searching the Cariboo wood
Hey mr. grizz, get lost
We’re in, whatever the cost
Oh, that Cariboo gold
Well, sonofabitch
And many a homemade stitch
We’re still in the Cariboo hills
The glitter of gold
Whatever the mold
Will drive the strongest hearts wild
Set up that sluice
We don’t give a deuce
We want that Cariboo gold
With concentrated sands
Washed out in the pans
Ah, the glitter of gold
An ounce, two, or maybe three
Are hailed with shouts of glee
Echoing through the trees
The miners heart is strong
Struggling to get along
Just as the ghosts of the past
Yes, sonofabitch
We’re gonna get rich
We’re in the Cariboo now.
Dave.C
Sonofabitch
We’re gonna get rich
We’re in the Cariboo now
Never mind the snow
Oh, it’s time to go
Yes, we’re in the Cariboo now
To hell with the cold
Gonna get that gold
We’re in the Cariboo now
Shades of Bill Barker
We look for the lost marker
Searching the Cariboo wood
Hey mr. grizz, get lost
We’re in, whatever the cost
Oh, that Cariboo gold
Well, sonofabitch
And many a homemade stitch
We’re still in the Cariboo hills
The glitter of gold
Whatever the mold
Will drive the strongest hearts wild
Set up that sluice
We don’t give a deuce
We want that Cariboo gold
With concentrated sands
Washed out in the pans
Ah, the glitter of gold
An ounce, two, or maybe three
Are hailed with shouts of glee
Echoing through the trees
The miners heart is strong
Struggling to get along
Just as the ghosts of the past
Yes, sonofabitch
We’re gonna get rich
We’re in the Cariboo now.
Dave.C
Monday, July 28, 2008
poem [longest I have ever written]
[one aspect of my being, and from a mystics point of view]
MEDITATIONS AND REFLECTIONS
MEDITATIONS AND REFLECTIONS
In the light of caring
Of love
In the abstract
A moment
Given over to loving
The frailty
Inherent in us all
Comes true insight
To an ancient wisdom
Upheld
Through the centuries
By one man
A prophet
The messiah
And such he was
In light
Of his caring mode
His drive
For men to see
Their own spirituality
The delicate position
So precarious
Viewed from the universe
Precious indeed
To that which is all
Evidenced
By the fact that we are
And so we reflect
The prophet
When we care
Give over thoughts
Of private gain
To benefit
A special someone
Guided to us
To teach
And learn from
As indeed all men are
So too, you and I
The spiritual journey
Begins
When we begin to share
All that we are
With those
Who come our way
Not blinded
By falsehood and lie
To that special person
Hidden, often buried
Deep within a shell
That defense
Against the world
Built and defended
Fanatically
Afraid that spirit
That devine essence
In each of us
Is not strong enough
To deflect
All that this life
Has to throw against it
Forgetting, perhaps
That He gave us life
For his own purpose
And in that context
Will protect all men
Following Him
To the extent that he may
Allowing us to fall
Only
To the lessons of earth
That we may grow
Take our place
One small part
Of the Causeless Cause
Forgetting too
Though gained again
As we travel through
This life
That from somewhere
There is always, always
The strength within
To get back up
When knocked down
To smile after the tear
Love, when hatred dies
The prophet showed
All men
That the world grows
In love
That hatred is an abstract
To be shunned
Studied perhaps
Then tucked away
With other lessons
Of life
In favor of the future
Love is a view
A window
To be sought after
Tomorrow
Hatred is a barred door
To that future
Mirrored in the past
Locking us where we are
And so, no sunlight
To the seed
It stagnates
Perhaps sends out a shoot
Into the darkness
But not finding any light
The shoot, the seed
Withers and dies
Against the will of God
But He can only guide
For He gave us choice
A most marvelous tool
Of learning
Carried through this life
For at every stage
At every turn
Whichever path
May be taken
Choice is theirs, ours
Life’s education
Teaching us daily
How to use these choices
To achieve the most
Of all we want, need
To fit us for our journey
Home
Let our journey create
The light for another
Lost in a useless folly
Clutching to this life
As though it were all
That can be had
Unable to see the light
Except as shared by us
With them
Our love a beacon
To show them truth
That we are born
To be born again
In God
And therefore, in truth
Have we shown that Death
That gruesome terror
Has been conquered
After all
For the fear of death
Will be no more
Than a fear of the unknown
So that as we conquer fear
We do indeed, conquer death
And in that surety
Do we put one more brick
In place
One special piece
Upon which
The world may grow
Cleanse and purify itself
For the lives and souls
Of those
Who have yet to travel
These roads
Upon which we tread
This day
Feel the pride in knowing
That God
Found us useful
In fulfilling His purpose
Upon this Earth
Now look again
At the world around you
Can you see
The subtle change
In its texture
Its demeanor
As we see it from where
We truly are
See the colors mix
And blend
Astounding color
Marvellous shapes
The miracle of life
Of every breath we take
The caress of the breeze
Beneath a loving sun
The sky above us
Protecting us from harm
Clouds by day
And moon and stars
By night
To remind us
Again and again
Of the majesty
Of it all
The miracle in a seed
The seed of nature
From which the mighty
Pine
Does grow
The seed of love
So necessary
So neglected
But that once planted
Can do naught
But grow
And grow
To that
Which we do recognize
As
God.
Of love
In the abstract
A moment
Given over to loving
The frailty
Inherent in us all
Comes true insight
To an ancient wisdom
Upheld
Through the centuries
By one man
A prophet
The messiah
And such he was
In light
Of his caring mode
His drive
For men to see
Their own spirituality
The delicate position
So precarious
Viewed from the universe
Precious indeed
To that which is all
Evidenced
By the fact that we are
And so we reflect
The prophet
When we care
Give over thoughts
Of private gain
To benefit
A special someone
Guided to us
To teach
And learn from
As indeed all men are
So too, you and I
The spiritual journey
Begins
When we begin to share
All that we are
With those
Who come our way
Not blinded
By falsehood and lie
To that special person
Hidden, often buried
Deep within a shell
That defense
Against the world
Built and defended
Fanatically
Afraid that spirit
That devine essence
In each of us
Is not strong enough
To deflect
All that this life
Has to throw against it
Forgetting, perhaps
That He gave us life
For his own purpose
And in that context
Will protect all men
Following Him
To the extent that he may
Allowing us to fall
Only
To the lessons of earth
That we may grow
Take our place
One small part
Of the Causeless Cause
Forgetting too
Though gained again
As we travel through
This life
That from somewhere
There is always, always
The strength within
To get back up
When knocked down
To smile after the tear
Love, when hatred dies
The prophet showed
All men
That the world grows
In love
That hatred is an abstract
To be shunned
Studied perhaps
Then tucked away
With other lessons
Of life
In favor of the future
Love is a view
A window
To be sought after
Tomorrow
Hatred is a barred door
To that future
Mirrored in the past
Locking us where we are
And so, no sunlight
To the seed
It stagnates
Perhaps sends out a shoot
Into the darkness
But not finding any light
The shoot, the seed
Withers and dies
Against the will of God
But He can only guide
For He gave us choice
A most marvelous tool
Of learning
Carried through this life
For at every stage
At every turn
Whichever path
May be taken
Choice is theirs, ours
Life’s education
Teaching us daily
How to use these choices
To achieve the most
Of all we want, need
To fit us for our journey
Home
Let our journey create
The light for another
Lost in a useless folly
Clutching to this life
As though it were all
That can be had
Unable to see the light
Except as shared by us
With them
Our love a beacon
To show them truth
That we are born
To be born again
In God
And therefore, in truth
Have we shown that Death
That gruesome terror
Has been conquered
After all
For the fear of death
Will be no more
Than a fear of the unknown
So that as we conquer fear
We do indeed, conquer death
And in that surety
Do we put one more brick
In place
One special piece
Upon which
The world may grow
Cleanse and purify itself
For the lives and souls
Of those
Who have yet to travel
These roads
Upon which we tread
This day
Feel the pride in knowing
That God
Found us useful
In fulfilling His purpose
Upon this Earth
Now look again
At the world around you
Can you see
The subtle change
In its texture
Its demeanor
As we see it from where
We truly are
See the colors mix
And blend
Astounding color
Marvellous shapes
The miracle of life
Of every breath we take
The caress of the breeze
Beneath a loving sun
The sky above us
Protecting us from harm
Clouds by day
And moon and stars
By night
To remind us
Again and again
Of the majesty
Of it all
The miracle in a seed
The seed of nature
From which the mighty
Pine
Does grow
The seed of love
So necessary
So neglected
But that once planted
Can do naught
But grow
And grow
To that
Which we do recognize
As
God.
[poem became a meditation piece for a nun and priest of my acquaintance]
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