Tag: NJ Poet

Imagine witnessing the birth of the stars…

Imagine witnessing the birth of the stars…

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Ever have the thought, or the question, if you had the choice, would you rather see the end of the universe … or the beginning ? It is something that rattles around in the attic upstairs from my mouth from time to time, we have a good idea (scientifically) how planets/suns are formed, even our own solar system, and the process is nothing short of miraculous even when explained with theory down to the atom, and this wondering is what inspired this… (and probably more down the proverbial road)

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“atlas” 11.29.2018

might I have witnessed

the dawning of the sun

that first light of birth

not the first light of man

of the sun’s first brush upon the earth,

the faint slight of life

an idea born in that light

gathered up from prior night

to behold

first chapter told

of this, our magnificent tome

I am fascinated by space and in particular the SETI project, so here is some links regarding that for further consumption

Cukoo for Kaku  (Michio Kaku talks about SETI)

music : S.E.T.I. The Geometry of Night (ambient / spacey)

So obviously I picked the birth of it all… what did you pick ? and I wonder what that says about us all…

(thoughts, comments, follows, baked goods and film suggestions are always appreciated)

about love lost and the warmth of hopes

about love lost and the warmth of hopes

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7.6.2018

I long to avert my eyes

from the memory

but I can not escape

the resident

inside

there is no place I can go

no island so remote

no postcard from far away sky

or even camelot’s hope

nor mountain top breath,

a flower in perfect step

to the grass that surrounds,

for you – to you

my love-

I am bound.

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“shores” 8.13.2018

as I exhale, you inhale

my very breath

that is how close we are

no, looking back, that is how close we were,

these days,

we are like two continents

on opposite sides of the widest ocean

I try to remember the contours of your shore

I do still recall the feel of your hair

in my hands, in between, flowing silken strands

caressing the gaps of my fingers like waterfalls,

and staring into your eyes

transported to –

an island

surrounded on all sides by your love.

but, now a distant land

for pangea is broken

the faults, the scars

I understand the tectonics

but still –

I stand on my shore

and peer out into the horizon

wondering where you are.

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“lasting” 8/17/2018

you –

the last name

the last thought

a last synapse spark

as I slide, into the everdark,

in my mind

as I expire

from this life

I hope, I pray

on the other side

to see you once again

and renew our vows

on that immortal plane

music…  going with some more of one of my fave bands…

Minus the Bear – Last Kiss

This song really gets me, great art can often be simple, the premise of this song is just that, but it is not something we might always think about, or maybe you do, I can only speak for this pile of genetic material typing this post at the moment, perhaps it is the memory burned into my cinema screen of memory that I can not erase, that day, I am blessed or cursed with an exceptional memory, so every detail, even the feel… I remember, it all, whether it be guilt or regret, or the lens of time distilling away the non essential elements and leaving just one, love.

and lest I forget, I do appreciate all comments, thoughts, follows or re-posts (as long as ya’ credit me, c’mon!), or turkey sandwiches, man I love turkey…

Imagining you are a force of nature…

Imagining you are a force of nature…

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8.28.2018

might I be the breeze

flowing ever flowing

nothing shall impede

always a path around

a crack, a corner, a curve

I can move the clouds above

or the dunes above the ground

molding the forms with my hands drawn

back – and – forth

roaming the plains and forests

and deserts now,

cross the oceans all seven skies

over ice, directing fog

I fly, slide, glide

the perfect kite

I create my own lift, my own flight

and might I rest for awhile

and settle dust

long slumber is not in my nature

as I must, I must move on

eventual perpetual motion

is the only song

these wispy ears have ever rung.

 

might I be free

might I like the wind

might I become the breeze

might I be free

notes… an old poetic trope indeed to become a thing of nature or imagine a different form from this, but does that make it droll ? Hell if I know… I just work here.

Music for this occasion (thanks for asking by the way), totally trippy stuff I doubt you have ever heard…

Lush – Sweetness and Light

totally ethereal, spacey, airy… reminds me of Liv from Norway and my long lost friend Jodi whom I lost touch with before this internet age, those were the days, those were special days.

The cycle of life…

The cycle of life…

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So apparent in the turn of seasons, I lived in south Florida for some time and the seasons definitely don’t have the same flair, much like skin things just get olden and golden (like worn leather) over time down there, palm trees with xmas lights are surely a strange site, I guess being born in the North US I just got used to the passing of seasons, seeing the great burst of spring, the roiling of summer with the lure of the shore, and the eventual fall into winter (barest of all).  So, I totally forgot I wrote this little poem, again, sometimes you just write something and like it, maybe not my best thing, but it is surely a piece of me laid out in my little notebook in my god awful handwriting…

“born again” 8.28.2018

is there a cleansing pool

in which I may drown and emerge

upon the other side

washed of you

 

is there a prancing fool

who believes such things

staring back in the mirror

he surely is

 

no chains, no binds, no bonds,

nothing to break, but might I wake

with a clear conscience of mind

one time –

to see a new day, with these weary eyes

 

as light bends on the back of morning land

reaching out with new warmth

to begin again –

rebirth.

Music to contemplate life to ?  Yeah, I got that covered… some lovely ambient musings.. check out “sutra spin” also, one of my all time favorite ambient albums (it is more active ambient if ya get my groove)

Poems from the beach…

Poems from the beach…

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These were written in Cape May NJ @ David Douglas Park.  I am trying to transport my mind back to that time… it seems so distant now as all vacations/downtime does.

Upon David Douglas Park, Cape May NJ 10.9.2018

the clouds are collapsing, upon the last rays

as we spin away from the sun, passing below the horizon

the clock now turns to dawn

as we approach the time light’s passing

the flocks, have gone, to find their beds

to where? so many, just moments ago

filling the sky and shore with wings

like shadow cut outs

cast about by a child’s whim

all lays calmer without the light

night has a way of subduing sight

Upon David Douglas Park, Cape May NJ (day 2, after the remnants of Hurricane Michael came through) 10.12.2018

walking the beach alone

but there are many residents

and the constant roar

I talk to the birds

I ask them questions

I know they can not answer

I walk this beach alone

seeking fulfillment, enlightenment

from that was before

and will be after

I walk this beach alone.

This is what the beach was like the morning after the remnants of Hurricane Michael rolled through… it was pretty nuts!  The day before it looked like this !

Comments, thoughts and critique is always appreciated, thanks!

Back to my regularly scheduled programming.

Back to my regularly scheduled programming.

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Back at the old homestead after a much needed and much enjoyed romp on the Jersey shore in one of my favorite places (Cape May NJ), I still have lots to post from that trip but I am going with what I usually do on the weekends, and that is post some of what I consider simpler poetry, in word or theme, just things I have written that I like, and maybe someone else will (and as usual I always post the dates these were written, they seem so new to me but damn I can’t believe some of these are months old)

 

5/30/18

where have the years of my life gone

where have they lead

what has been achieved

when all is said,

are children

an accomplishment

what has it all been

time, time, time

marching forward

I am stranded behind

but not

I am towed along

no escape

time always flowing

in one direction

to my end

“real” 7.10.2018

reality

why would I dwell there?

there…  at there, is no hope

better in my mind

my heart

can lead

to the truth

I wish

to be.

“I surrender” 7.10.2018

So I will grant you

the right of way

even though you are wrong

I do not have the energy

to argue with you,

anymore.

7.19.2018

a blade, to fillet your bones

rib by rib, peel the skin

one by one, strips of flesh

slow reveal, the pleasure death

– revenge.

notes: I really like the last two, the last one is a bit sinister and seems relevant coming up to halloween, I also think the timing of the words works as read, but I am biased being that I wrote it…

music?  hmmm….

Paradise Lost – Ordinary Days

Sort of the odd ball album from a usual metal/goth/doom band… I think this song is slick and sexy, especially considering the band’s history (death/doom metal start).  Damn catchy, an oddity, like me, this is what makes the world interesting. so what do you think ? reading this?  do I make any sense whatsoever ?

Just short…

Just short…

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sometimes I won’t have something clever to say, it happens.

sometimes I just want to post some stuff, it happens (below)

 

 

5.20.18

driving around my hometown

in all the corners

shadows and streets

memories

creep and speak

I no longer listen

I block them out

my own eminent domain

5.22.18

fishing hole

fishes home

fishing pole

I cast my line

time and time

a nibble perhaps a bite

to reel in my catch

a simple delight

childhood

5.27.18

rain drops

lives lost

lights turned out

endless clock

5.31.18

if there is wind

let it fill my sails

transport me to foreign shores

to unknown lands

where I might

begin again

music? OK, I can get back into that. King’s X “Thinking and Wondering (what I’m gonna do)” (live, acoustic), so yeah, King’s X is a band I love and will post about them until the world puts me 6 feet under.  King’s X is a gay black front man from Illinois, a slick guitar player from Mississippi (southern drawl), and a drummer from New Jersey (who is an interesting writer).. and they can all sing.. so yeah, they were diversity before diversity was cool… because it wasn’t a thing, they just “were”.. like we all should be.

Live poetry jam #2

Live poetry jam #2

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I must be in a mood today… the only way I could have posted this faster is with my brain… I must admit this experiment is intriguing.

edit 6/21 12:51am… just cleaning this up for looks, that is my actual scribble there, I was in a supermarket working on a self checkout (I’m a NCR certified tech, you know, to pay the bills)… I think people must have found me weird scribbling away on paper and then furiously trying to learn the wordpress app in the maelstrom of a busy market.

6.20.18

horse and carriage

traveling about this map of roads

might I pick up a companion

how will I know?

might we ride awhile

and let the story tell

hearts and clubs

as they fell

from hands

the cards

horses always forward

carriage half full

(Live from Jackson Heights, Queens NY)

Drive by…

Drive by…

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Live poetry, i would say the ink is still drying but i use a modern pen not a cool antique… which reminds me i might quite like one of those… posting from my car and phone for the first time…

edit 6/21 1:02am… just cleaning this up for aesthetics, I also want to note that I think it is important to capture moments and try to convey them. Robins are ultra common here.. but not so in other places, I think we get familiar and forget things like that.  Robins are very much land dwellers and territorial little maniacs (with bright blue eggs).. anyway, their behavior is so distinct, look around, pay attention, tell me about your reality.

6.20.18

I was talking to a robin just now

walking to my car

robin hopping

I tried to explain

we are going the same way

the robin

did not listen

and finally

had to fly away

Fear, redemption…

Fear, redemption…

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What holds us back?  Mostly ourselves.  I am not claiming to be better or an authority on how to live.  In fact the more I think about life the more confused I get.  How in the ever loving world am I supposed to understand another person?  We are all an amalgamation of very specific ingredients and experience coalesced into this singular experience.  That is of course why we gravitate to our own tribes.  Nothing spectacular there… so the question becomes how to break these walls?  I could say it takes courage… but does it really?  We all find our comfortable couch and love the familiarity…  I am just as guilty but I see it, I see me… I want to burn like a hot stick of dynamite in the world, I am sure I have it in me… but what holds me back?  or you ?

Here is something I wrote today… as is my usual jaunt this is a one take piece (literally, I thought about live posting the writing which I may do in the future)… I wonder if I should work on my work or just keep throwing out what I pen immediate.  I know I could improve some words, some rhythm for sure… but should my poems be perfect … as I am surely not? I should let go of the fear.

“grounded” 6.19.18

I am a bird

grounded

shattered bones

feathers burned

scarred

torn

lying in a broken pile

of my own filth

dying-

-reflection

cast glint

glassy eyes

 

penetrated by the sadness

deadened by the masses.

Music?  Yeah.. I got that… Paradise Lost “As I Die” … PL has been one of my faves for .. damn, that long now?  I always thought this is the direction Metallica should have gone.. not the crappy one they have… I love Paradise Lost because of the name (obviously you poetic Milton freaks).. and they change sounds almost every album (even an electronic one! the awesome “Host“).  I swear they should hire me as a publicist… well, maybe not.