I wish to be a river
that coalesces
into the great sea
rather than kerosene
that burns into the interior-
a continent
bifurcates into the unseen-
a desert.
for dryness is death
as water is life-
but can I alone alter the course-
of raging waters?
Month: March 2024
a question of life…
am I the greed?
am I the rot?
to what end do I benefit man from my existence?
I am not an evil man
not a bane soul…
but what rights do I have
against those who live ‘rightly’
I do not offend god
I do not spite god
but I am far from the worst
but far from the best.
so what then
do I do
or how should I think.
but it does not matter really
I wish it did..
but in a few decades time
as surely as it began
my time will end.
mirror (and that apple thing)
a fat happy adam
sits in the shadow
under that tree
munching on apples- constantly;
drunk on knowledge
in a few moments of clarity
he thinks, aloud-
“this is all because of she”
when no doubt
the temptation was takin in
by purely the choice of he.
the vessel is not yours to decry
if you empty the contents
with thine own hands.
the delivery, the deliverer, no matter-
your weakness is in your own hands
that is the true knowledge
of that bite
from that tree
serpent’s tongue or none.
Notes: this is one that literally came to me whole in my mind as I was driving (which happens often, not so much lately but is part of the arrows in my quiver usually). In my head I have that famous pic of adam touching god’s hand on the Sistine Chapel but that same Adam fat and lazy propped up against the tree of knowledge in the garden of “non knowledge” … I mean, because if there is a tree of knowledge isn’t the Garden of Eden really the Garden of Ignorance… or at best Innocence/Virginity? Just throwing that thought out there… your thoughts?
obligatory spring post…
under the flight of a rasp
long slumber somber days have reigned,
for a sun is on the ascent,
returning from southern lands,
to shepherd the very dirt to bounty
anxious cherry blossoms show their hand
mischive-ous ramps pop up like bails of hair a on newborn head
cold fingers still linger with loosened lock in this air
the rains have will to bring
a clock’s time set by her hand
-spring.
dear camelot, I am your fool
for the threads have come undone
once the many served as one
yes, I can remember
as past tense paces my heart
a remnant’s dream
of a camelot no more
can I repent this loss
or merely scream
for I can do all these things-
but the time has come
to seek new lands
to leave this empty shell-ter
let the wind swept reminders find
not nary a shadow left behind
of this long
neglected – parcel.
take the time.
my current obsession, and I don’t mind calling it that, is finding beauty wherever it may be… why? good question. because sure, there are awful things in this world and a realist like myself can not just simply ignore them… but like a good meal all the ingredients count toward the end product, if you immerse yourself in only one side you are going to have a loss of balance. it is good to seek out the light and beautiful, even if for a minute. Try this… open up whatever maps app your phone (or computer) has… search for parks nearby… you might be surprised… or just find one on your way home from work… find a stream, a pond, an unnamed brook… take a minute to listen, even in the dead of winter… I haven’t posted these pics on my facebook page yet but this is where I was today for under an hour… and guess what, if I panned left you would see houses just a few hundred yards away… Goffle Brook in Hawthorne NJ
if you want to see videos of all the locations I visit across (mostly) New Jersey… (my you tube for such things)
brevity.
‘no one here gets out alive’
not a one to survive
without battle scars
save those-
the little ones
who succumb
before life ever
really begins-
’tis over.
been travelling…
not writing much, more just taking life in… but sometimes you see things that hop generations…
the subtle crucible of nature…
the saying “the devil is in the details”…
as i sat today, on a berm, overlooking the woods adjacent to Assunpink Lake in Millstone NJ, I saw a downed log, and the end of said log looked like a devil’s face, horns and all, I am sure the location of the shadows also made this sinister face pop against the landscape, and that saying popped into my head, but then something else did… maybe god is in the details, or not maybe at all… the realization that every single thing that has happened in all of the history of the universe for this moment to happen (and this post)… is both overwhelming and humbling in the same moment, a feeling filled me up, an interior light turned on, regardless of the imperfection of the world, here I am sitting on a still slightly wet hill from the rain the night before, observing the universe in the most miniscule of form- but yet the most beautiful, hearing the cicadas sing their song, the sun peeking around the trees, the geese sounding like an angry mob electing a politician, the subtle up ticks of the breeze bending reeds and the blades of grass into my knees, no, maybe the devil is in the details but the ones that count… maybe that is the universe sending you a love letter, take the time to read it…
Location of photos: Assunpink Lake, Millstone NJ
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