“forecast” 7.19.18
the peace
the calm
the still
of dawn
before
the storm
precedes
the sun
tempests
can not last
the weather
breaks
but will never
-cease
notes… Sometimes I like simple, this is on of those times.
plain.
Tag: Life
dirt.
“tasked” 4/27/18
I paused
I stopped
to look around
I never noticed
-the sound
until now
at first a gentle scratching
scraping tapping
on the ground
I try to recall
when I was put to this task
a minute, some months
decades past?
I look up and about
from half ways down
try to estimate my position
and to what contract I am bound
to this
across the plotted fields
the very same sounds
a constant beat
against the ground
metal clinks
and again
same refrain
chanting thumping metal frames
penetrates and lifts a mound
metal, dirt, metal, dirt
always down
always down
notes… I sort of was thinking of the Matrix scene where Neo is “reborn” and also the “fields”… a great metaphor for life, so I imagined that we are all just on this endless plain digging our own graves… because, in a sense, we are, we are all traveling in that way, I am not saying I like it, but it is the truth, which makes me understand suicide more from a rational sense but it is something I could never do… even though honestly, logically the equation is the same… can you really argue that ? the only thing I can champion is maybe just maybe instead of suicide there is creation- of art, of life, of cures of disease, of inspiration of invention, of children… because the human experience tells me.. things are possible, the impossible is possible, death will never be cheated or defeated (everything has an end), but the fight… remember the fight and try to win even when you know you will not. that is the hope of humanity, at least that is what keeps me going, and my hope to inspire. I am just a man but I want to be more. the question is… do you ?
Musical choice ? I will not pull punches.. I think Anna Murphy is the goddamn balls…
She is of course originally from the band eluveitie, and if you have to ask she is playing a Hurdy Gurdy… yeah, totally obscure mechanical violin instrument from the middle ages
Helios.
So, to be fair, I was too lazy (tired) to type out some new stuff I wrote today (that I really liked, inspired by the movie “The Mercy” which I loved but haven’t had a chance to write up a review yet…), so instead I am posting some stuff I wanted to post anyway. Obviously the sun is central…er, essential… um, important! Ancient cultures showed reverence, and in matter of fact we are quite dependent.. being in the “Goldilocks” zone… I am confident there is life out there (hence my interest in the SETI project) but of course the sheer vastness of space probably guarantees that in my life I will never see… alien life, so I will probably just have to settle for you (sigh…)… any-who, here is some cosmic musings from a cosmic fool…
“suns” 4/7/18
the sun has her planets
the galaxy has her suns
and yet among
the vast all composed
I have
but none.
5/31/18
as I pass
and evaporate
into the sun
I migrate
might I become
helium
fuel the world
new life to come
6.14.18
O’ setting sun
might I say goodbye
and good night
for you will come again
and wink upon the dawn
to once more consume
the world in fission’s glow
wrapped round the world
as you may go
vanquish night
like a god indeed
golden chariot
drawn by flaming steeds
pacing hooves
count the hours
prancing hooves
across the manor
but all the while
as we view
in truth
’tis us
who orbits you
music… again I am going heavy, swedish folk music mixed with metal (flutes, violins and death metal)… seriously (so ye be warned)…
One of the Wonders of 7.
“gardens” 5/30/18
of light and seed
of rain and soil
through many gardens
have I come.
the path, looking back
winds around
framed by memories
of wilt and drought
of bulb and bloom
yet when the sun rises
there is always you
my seven tiers of babylon
our brief time of perfection
under the golden sun.
that was then
now lost to time
so I carry on
my will, my prayers, my hope
carry on
I will always remember
my heart is gone
but will not forget
you
my seven tiers of babylon.
notes… I had some differing things in mind here… of course I am referring to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon (one of the original 7 wonders of the world, and no… not from the mini golf course in Overboard (the original not the remake))… I was also thinking about the all time great poem Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge… So.. throw that all in a blender and make it about love as well in a personal context… love being like a garden we cultivate (hopefully) but like a real garden there are so many factors that factor into the outcome… the rest I will leave up to you, because if you got this far, well, thanks.
post note… I forgot to mention.. 7, it is considered a magical number, my birth date is 7 times 3, both considered magical numbers, so no, I am not into astrology or numerology… just sayin…
Also, 7 days in a week.. seven “tier” (tears)… 7 openings in your head… all these things are in this poem, in my head … and now yours I suspect.
music? … ok, maybe… here is something pretty nature-y and ambient (I hate that word sometimes as it may imply boring electronica but… there is no other genre word, I think… so just trust me). Sounds from the Ground has put out some awesome stuff over the years, this particular track always stuck with me… it tells an old fable/tale over cool calm music… very unique… you have to listen to get it…
grains of…
“sand” 4/27/18
I wish I was sand on the beach
faceless, shifting
I could encompass the whole coast
a shoal of shores
bearing the burden
of appeasing the great ocean
of wrath and caress
tides stretch my miles
eternally to the human mind
though even sand will find
the bottom of an hourglass
and run out of time.
Music : “Built on Sand” Solution .45 (one of my favorite vocalists of now (and about the last 10 years).. Christian Alvestam (he does all the vocals, you can not argue he can’t sing)… I get most people don’t like heavy music (especially death metal), I do, I dig the aggression (am I not wrath and love?) but I also listen to tons of classical and electronica… so … who knows… just what I have been listening to lately.
WordPress… how you impress.
wordpress reader page at this moment:
Suggestions: Batman, Politics, Cute.
I love the randomness.. and my dumb ass should make comments on this thing I suppose!
batman was clearly a republican… but Adam West and Burt Ward were so damn cute…
of course this is the theme from the TV show performed by one of my all time favorite bands…
Your silliness… is required.
I was driving home from a store in Cedar Grove NJ tonight (I was there to fix a self check out machine.. because, well, that’s my job) and I ran past this place on Bloomfield Ave called “Bury the Hatchet“. So, apparently axe throwing joints are a thing ? Was I sleeping ? Did I miss the tweet announcing same? Apparently… So anyway I was thinking of all the awful corny names we (yes, you) could think of naming these places… I’ll start… (use the comments section and top me! … if you can)
do axe, don’t tell
lizzie borden’s place
nice axe
can you hatchet ?
lumberjaxe
Twitter Dee… Twitter Dumb.
“Social Media Drive-By” 7.27.2018
a whisper feeds
a rumor grows
in an instant
on twitter
reputation
shot out from under,
a post
a feed
inbreeds in innuendos
goes viral
in circles of pop up juries,
they snicker
they laugh
they injure and incinerate,
-and the moment passes
they forget
behind, a wake, an aftermath
they forget
the wreck
they sank
to the bottom
on a whim, with a whisper
they forget.
notes… So, I’m a dork, I googled “drive by” and it is supposed to be “drive-by”…. why on earth would it matter but I am an honest cat on here sharing it all (warts and dorks as it were).. this was written in my car after work today (gee, that never happens…). Just contemplating the cyber lynchings that seem to happen with regular frequency these days… it seems the moral superiority of some people online equals that of the religious types that they mock for the same behavior (I guess not having a belief in a higher power somehow makes it different?)… how ironic. When you revel in the demise of others you are swimming in a tar pit full of sharks… is it worth it? What happened to the value of taking a breath and assessing things with some perspective (and remembering we are all little flawed islands in the sea of humanity). One post does not a total Dbag make. Just something to ponder as I go wander off into … some silly distraction probably.
Another semi-obscure band… to me they are legendary, but what do I know ? (well, a lot if you ask me, but that is another story for another time fraulein…) …double shot music post RARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
Credit to Neil C. from back in my Rutgers days for turning me on to this. Ah… seems like a different life, it was a short time but a good time.
bravery/fear/doubt
“late” 4/24/18
a triangle of ravens
portends in the rain
is this dusk
or looming gray
no sun to foretell
still spring has yet to slip into bloom
the bare trees do agree
that spring has not yet arrived
this, where doubt creeps in
knowing season into season
passes with regularity
why do I fear?
“bravery” 4/24/18
why do we fear anything at all
save for the one
that holds the key
to all we know
how brave of me
in this time of quiet
and not of need
notes… poem 1 (up there) I was driving home (as I am known to do) and there was this weird triangle of ravens flying over the GSP… ravens don’t fly in formation, well, I haven’t asked them but from experience I think it so… also, spring was late, so as fluid as time is… we relate to what is our “now”… spring has been ‘late’ probably a billion times (and probably does not care what I think, dammit). I was toying with how limited our experience is but we expect it to be “the norm” which is totally silly given our short lifespan compared to the machinations or more real the gears of nature that work beyond our scope (and could care less about us even being here), I was also commenting on how we panic when things kind of don’t work out like we think they should based on our experience.. such limited experience even after 40 years on this rock….
poem 2… it is easy to say I am not afraid… but we all are. it is easy to say all I fear is death… but we all fear plenty of things, we all forget, we drive, take showers, go on vacation, have kids (well, none that I know about…), etc… it is much harder to actually let go of fear in times when the real pressure of actual life is applied. I am trying to live life free of fear, to live moment to moment.. to trust my instincts… but honestly I am not doing the greatest job of it. People can’t believe some of the things that come out of my mouth but really I am not being me 100% and I should because this is the only life we get as far as I know… and that is all I know, my limited little brain, as smart as I think I may be… death has taken us all from Einstein to Hitler, so I want to be free…
totally random music… this is a mix of cuban/puertorican/island (with brass instruments) music with metal… one of the most unique bands that ever was… I love mixed up mutts like this…
Voyager (3)
A continuation of my Voyager series (1, 2)… and now 3! Of course there is not an actual 3rd mission but I had to number these to avoid confusion among the handful of people actually reading them…and myself honestly. They all have a common thread but different flavor (I hope). Maybe I am like voyager throwing things out into the universe to see what I see… throwing my own golden disc into the vast expanse of the internet perhaps finding an alien I can teach my language… or maybe I just like to write, or somewhere in between the two probably is the domain of the truth, at least for now… and without further adieu…
“voyager 3” 7.2.2018
a faint –
distant
memory
ever traveling further
every moment every second every hour
a thin beam of light suspends dust
through the seam of a midnight door
a whisper slithers down the hall
barely audible
I strain to hear
I might remember
how I came upon this place
in darkness
this cold space
a litany of stars
but none are close
none are warm
all are far
notes… I am specifically commenting on Voyager 1 here… It is in interstellar space now (see my original post to learn about all that). So… it takes 17 hours (more now) to receive a message from Voyager 1 so hence the ‘strain to hear’ reference… and the line ‘a thin beam of light suspends dust’ is a specific reference to this photo… Our planet… from the perspective of Voyager after it left the solar system… humbling, to say the very least. This little satellite that could is now in between stars… which illustrates the sheer vastness of space, hence the rest of the poem, maybe some people think I should not explain things or whatever… but these are very specific references I am playing with here that I want the reader to understand… now I am leaving huge gaps in metaphors as well… so this poem has other levels (like personal) but I want people to understand the core of the feeling as it energized me to write the piece(s).
so… some more trippy ambient avant garde stuff ? sure… I got that in spades folks.
Shades of My Garden 