Chaotic Thoughts
Writings by Sha’Ra On WindWalker
(in collaboration with Sha'Tara EarthStar)
Copyright (©) 2017 Cocoons to Butterflies Publishing
Published by: Cocoons to Butterflies Publishing
Chilliwack, B.C. Canada
Cover picture by: Belovodchenko Anton
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Space Pictures: ESA/Hubble
I hope you enjoy these writings. Feedback is welcome.
Contents
Foreword
Chaotic Thoughts
A Look Into The Past
A Naturist
A New Path
A New World Beckons!
A Place Of Beauty (Revisited)
Ain't Love Grand
April
Children Of The Wind
Barefoot
A Look Into The Present
Birth Darkness And Rags And Death And Eternity
Boys Will Be Boys
Breath Of Change
Buttercup
Change: A Conversation
Born Killer?
Common Sense
Concerning Earth
Contributing To Society
Conundrums Of Duality
Cosmic Toolbox
The Couch
Creating A New World
Death Insurance
Deeper Experiences
Destination
Die From Poison? Hell No!
Don't Think!
Dream Voices
Dying System
Earth Is a Zoo
Extreme Sports
Fair Trade?
Fighting Fire With Fire
Finding Paradise
Free Of Problems
Freedom
Government For The People
Grandfather’s Dream
Humans Not Of Earth
I Want More
If Only, If Only
Illogical Mind
Impression
In Silver Drops
It's Christmas
It's The Apocalypse!
Judgment
Karma
Keys
"Know" More Money!
Knowing Life; Doing Life
New Reality
Northern Forest
On The Brink
Orange Peel
Shore Of Mystery
Song Of The Cedars
The Wish
Spirit Wind
Timeless Serenity
Tranquility
Unthinkable
War Games
Welcome The Dawn
Why I Support Man's Belief Systems
Winds Of Change
“Ye Are Doomed!”
Foreword
These books contain a form of free verse poetry, opinions based on observation, and some humour and imagination, engaging the heart as well as the mind. A critical look at many current issues intriguing and plaguing man. Spirituality, interaction with nature and environment, social changes, dwindling resources. Well worn issues now, indeed. But the poetry and other works in these books gives this subject a different perspective. I daresay that here we can find a "higher" vantage point from which to look at ourselves within the cosmos.
Who knows but some of the ideas in the books may get you inspired to do that thing you always wanted to do, even if this comes in a very small way, to make your corner of this world a better place to be in. Who knows but you may realize your little corner is a really nice place to be in after all.
It's all about life, if at times expressing life "outside the box" as the saying goes.
Chaotic Thoughts
Observe thundering waves
crash upon a rocky shore,
Hear the winds howl, tossing foam,
pushing brown sands to frozen waves.
Huddle against a smooth-worn rock
and feel the trembling of the Earth
with your tired, aching body.
Should I end my life now,
you ponder within:
leave this darkened place?
What use am I to this world that does not hear
words I pour from a broken heart?
Should I end my life-long dream
of planting seeds of wisdom
using the written word to touch
hearts open to receive
a million answers to their one question?
Should I give up the struggle now;
quench the fire that burns in my soul?
I look up to see a white gull
skimming the towering waves,
up and down, sailing the currents,
peacefully, gracefully, playfully
as one with the wild winds, unafraid!
Why couldn't I playfully navigate
for another day at least, just one more day
the chaotic madness of man's system
and live to write just one more line?
A Look Into The Past
Cold icy blue eyes staring
from the far side of the bed:
how many times have you told me now
you don't love me -and asked:
"Why don't you just leave?"
I can't answer you...
I don't know if I love you -
did I ever?
But there's the kids: the family,
the loans, the job, the normal,
the expected and unexpected:
a chance to help and serve maybe?
I've held on this long for values
I once believed to be inviolable;
necessary as food on the table...
But when you took in a lover
I suddenly understood:
even a very short life
can contain great cycles of surprise;
incredibly fathomless pain.
I hope you never have to understand
what I'm saying ten years later:
I've travelled so many deserts
crossed so many seas
tasted the fruit of many a lifetime
of an ordinary man: you set me free
to learn about life on other planes
-I thank you, really -
but I've done enough of that
for the four of us to carry on.
A Naturist
Human nakedness
draping a sun-drenched shore:
Ah, the shame, the sin!
Human nudity walking free
on a shore caressed by gentle waves:
Ah, the wonder of it, the stimulation
the thought brings!
A naturist doesn't ponder these thoughts;
life is to be enjoyed, not dissected
not judged right, wrong, or measured
but lived in the wonderful moment
of pure enjoyment: let what comes just come.
A free being learns to cherish
the true beauty of personality, character;
to fully enjoy the companionship in another
while appreciating in openness
the sheer excitement of the human body
unbound from the disease-ridden rags
of passing times.
So, I say,
rejoice! Be not shy, be not ashamed
to express your own passion, your love of life,
your freedom found in simple nudity
among others of like mind.
End the hypocrisy and repression:
join in the great awakening.
A New Path
Beside a crystal stream,
I sit and wonder:
why feel so unsure of self and life
on verge of entering a new path?
A gust of wind, a movi
ng treetop
and in deep blue sky an eagle soars;
it seems we touch in mind -
in whispered thoughts he says -
“Everyone feels unsure, afraid,
thrusting out into the unknown:
try jumping from a nest with wings untried!
Just remember you asked for this path;
that your poetry would soar above the clouds.
New paths, new experiences, new feelings,
strange faces, foreign tongues, unknown lands,
altogether overwhelming sensations:
be sure of this: all who fly stood where you stand!
I, Spirit Eagle, watch over you.
I understand your desire to fly
coupled with the fear to try.
When everything says: “Impossible”
know that the goal is within sight.”
A New World Beckons!
Go, run, barefoot
where there is no path;
do not strangle your feet
with industrially-made shoes
or anchor them in synthetics.
Swim and run nude freely
within nature's sacred realm:
laughingly leave the tattered clothes
which a society’s shame,
imposes on itself!
Like the sorcerer of the sky,
fearlessly lead violent storms
to clean and renew life on earth;
strengthen your faith in life’s lessons;
then simply teach those whose
desire is to learn the trade.
Simple lessons teach appreciation
of life on the organic level;
the goddess energy.
Within her we shall enter
a beautiful new world
prepared by those whose faith
already brought them along
this ancient and renewed path.
A Place Of Beauty (Revisited)
Create an island
where waterfalls of joy,
tumble into blue pools
and call that 'peace;'
where indigo nights
pierced with fiery stars
intensify the velvet beauty
of dark jungle leaves
entwined around a tabernacle:
a snowy mountain top:
call that 'home.'
In the sudden awareness
of deep sleep
creative thoughts flow
unencumbered.
Re-create the moment
that passed by unheard;
that was lost yesterday
behind the blare of a commercial.
From your dream,
find focus,
discover passion
and dare create
a new reality:
call that 'tomorrow.'
Ain't Love Grand
Love -
can you feel the feeling it gives?
Wonderful thing, love, isn't it -
so warm, so safe, so comforting...
So... well, loving, isn't it!
What great things people do
in the name of love!
A man marries a woman
in the name of love
and she goes with it
for the same reason:
when she is found beaten to death
this is what he's got to say:
“I loved the bitch so much
I had to kill her -
she threatened to leave me.”
People love their nation
and in the blink of an eye,
they're off to war, bombing, shooting, killing
all in the name of patriot love
(The raping, pillaging and looting -
the fringe benefits of patriot love).
People love their God of Love
and wouldn't you know it?
The only way they can find peace
and express their deepest love for enemies
is by slaughtering their opponents -
even if these love the same God...
What was it they said about love -
“Ain't love grand!”
Ah well, it makes great headlines
(especially if the rich and famous are involved)
It sells wedding dresses, magazines, flowers
and weapons of mass destruction.
(Do you wonder where have all the flowers gone?)
Love, oh Love,
Shall we give you another round of applause?
April
April's sun arriving,
sparkling brilliance
sudden unleashing
of mountain harshness
in rainbow hues.
Changing of season
from bitter cold
of endless winter
to loving warmth
of sun-filled spring.
Awakener of dreams;
dissipater of mists;
usherer of hope;
renewer of strength,
Bringer of the Dawn:
April's sun arriving.
Children Of The Wind
Wild geese know when to migrate:
they have no boundaries;
call everywhere home.
They fly away in their time,
the meridians are their guides;
their destination assured.
So too must we learn to fly,
innocent as the wild geese,
living life freely
from sea to plains to forests;
soaring effortlessly
on the breath of spirit -
as children of the wind!
Barefoot
Let's all be willing today
to take off our shoes
and walk barefooted
in the morning dew!
Let's learn to enjoy
the tickling of earth's skin
beneath our tired feet
kissing the earth gently,
leaving no permanent mark
from our reverent passing
and new life may spring
even in a human footprint!
Let's even dare to run nude
under undulating branches,
enjoying a morning shower,
laughing with the birds
as leaves gently caress
our tingling skin!
Let's learn to respect
our earth as a lover
and we will always return
from this experience with life,
cleansed, refreshed and wiser!
Let's ask ourselves, today,
why we are so fearful
of enjoying a life
so freely given?
A Look Into The Present
Soft brown eyes smiling tenderly
in early morning shadows;
still grey light diffused softly
through windows opened to the sky
You lie there smiling, warming
your nude form calling to mine:
"'morning" you say sleepily, huskily
your voice overflows with
loving seductive rhythm pulsing
with the beating of my heart
I brush my fingertips gently
over your smooth soft tan-
slowly, slowly drawing helical cicles
around your full breasts:
your nipples respond quickly
to my trembling touch:
I stare a moment then move again
over your stomach, around the navel
down down, all fingers eager now
caressing your thighs: my eyes
eating your body as in a feast:
I kiss your eyebrows, your lips,
your throat, the fluttering skin
below your right breast
never stopping till I reach
the bottom of your feet: I look up
see your thick dark hair coiling
r /> over the soft pillow case:
Beautiful? Desirable? Enchanting?
All... and perhaps a little more.
The hardest part in all of this:
to believe this edenic dream:
my friend, my lover, my reality!
Birth Darkness And Rags And Death And Eternity
he came into the world
like all do who must come
innocence expecting nothing
(much)(uncertainty)
and they watched carefully
(the soul makers)
this new thing they’d caused
to see if the program took.
he left the home in his time
to see beyond Main Street
he’d been told in school of course
there was nothing beyond
(he didn’t believe them)
the dark grew in the alleys
of the earth’s slums and favelas
when the lights dimmed
(for him they always did)
and when they went out, grew darker.
he walked on for such was his game
something pulling, something pushing
something crying, something laughing
it was a cat (owl) a woman
in a lighted doorway
an infant cried into its silence
and the woman cried into her loss.
(the owl glided on by-nature’s ghost
snatched the hovering soul
disappeared in the forest forever)
he ran from there.
great waves tossed his spectral frame
black oceans heaving black ships
filled with black men and brown women
(strangers in chains)
chocolate colored children bodies
floated on toothed waves
(feeding bloated sharks)
he came upon a stinking port
anchored in rusty chains to a burning shore
he heard the guns thunder
in the ever night, the always dark
he walked up stony smelly alleys
heard something crying
(inhuman)(harpy)
in a smoky lighted doorway
a child cried soft words muffled
in its mother’s torn blouse
he ran from there
haunted by the gun shot
that laid the man in the mud
the woman’s scream
(he thought he hadn’t heard)
the soldier’s curse
(he wished hadn’t touched him)
the evil eye of the gun’s barrel
in his emaciated face.
(he’d hoped not to see)
I am the innocent
he mumbled and fell
in bloodied battlefield mud.
he died no longer innocent
no longer expecting (nothing)
wise and knowing it does not matter
what you think or what you do.
for the ever night is the arena
and the rider on the black horse
is the fate master.
(eternity is a curse)
he remembers as he runs
followed in the always dark
by steely galloping hooves
(let there not be another)
but he knows, oh how well he knows
there will always be
he knows the nightmare
they call humanity must run its course
on its eternal merry-go-round.
Boys Will Be Boys
Boys will be boys
so the saying goes:
they'll have their fun
their pleasure,
in full measure:
they'll have their games,
proving their manliness;
their balls, bats, stick and clubs,
they'll grunt, moan, swear
at the TV, rolling their bellies,
crushing empty beer cans.
Sometimes I listen to the boys
talking about their games,
bragging of their scores,
expressing dead-end fantasies:
-I would laugh out loud -
at so pathetic
breathless gobs of flesh
but it isn't that funny:
little girls
must put away their dolls,
their make-believe
to learn nature's survival skills
to prepare for their role--
nurturing, life-giving, loving,
mother-hood;
plus work, care, responsibility
in the world of boys
while they kill her world
with more violent, destructive
"grown-up" toys.
They play in larger yards
spend more money on thrills
thinking -if they think at all -
such is their due
according to the rules,
No need to ask why
boys never grow up
look around and see
how the system operates,
guaranteeing the boys
their leisure; their pleasure
though the world's gone mad.
Woman:
Atlas holding up the world
did less than her:
she's still the slave,
(despite the speeches and books)
to cook and clean and mend;
to nurture, love and care,
to support and to give
to suffer, silently hoping
for a little passing praise
instead of endless blame:
"the wife" "the broad" "the bitch"
"she wants more money for the house,
I want to buy Joe's snowmobile,
I need a new set of clubs: you think
she cares? She wants the kids
all dressed up for school
like it was her money!
You stopping for a pint after, Joe?
It's game five tonight!"
The pubs, the clubs,
the games, the courts:
everywhere the boys play;
while the girls, now women,
tend the ancient fires:
first, the boy's business to run,
then the boy's kids to feed,
the home to clean and tidy up,
Finally,
keeping the bed sheets warm,
his last cheap playground:
"What the hell do you mean,
you're tired?
I know, all is not this bleak,
some women do get to enjoy
their own games too
but remember this, always:
exceptions prove the rule.
Breath Of Change
Clouds of darkness dissipate;
a breath of change;
a breath of new wind, new spirit,
scatters them far and wide
across measureless skies.
These clouds of darkness
have rained fear and hatred
upon this earth far too long.
An era of hope emanates,
frees the yearning for change;
creates a rainbow of bright colours
for all to see and rejoice;
kindness and love may yet set
a timorous walk to bold,
to follow that rainbow's path.
A new world arises from the dawn,
from Spirit's awakening.
Buttercup
Imagine a summer sunrise
dressed in pink cotton
caressing hilltops
and rolling meadows
where buttercups splash
bright yellow smiles--
none of this matches
your impish smile
and carefree stance
when you stand thus
every curve exposed
in a backlit doorway.
Change
: A Conversation
Listen, have you heard?
Winds of change are blowing earthward
Really? The weather man did say
the winds would change direction
and bring clouds and rain:
I should have my umbrella ready
and my rubber boots. I wonder if
the tires on my car need...
No! What I mean is that you will be
profoundly moved in spirit.
You may even discover a state of mind
where you can communicate soundlessly
with all living things.
Yeah? That reminds me I've got to
make a stop at the bank machine,
pay some bills and do some shopping
before the storm gets worse.
You don't seem to quite grasp
what I'm trying to say here.
I'm talking about change coming in your life
so you may become spiritually enlightened,
learning to live within love and truth.
Sure, I understand. I've spent a lot of money
on making changes in the past,
wasting a lot of time: All I ended up doing
was a lot of things I don't like,
please, don't talk to me about change:
I've done all I am going to do!
Born Killer?
In a lonely darkened alley,
a killer's obsession is set free
savagely, pointlessly (so it seems)
upon the innocent (the victim).
A suspected felon, hunted, he runs
breathless, out of his mind, out of control,
he runs in fear: so it must be
on a remote, primitive world where God's law
still states: vengeance is mine, and eye for eye
and tooth for tooth, and all shall pay the price!
Many say the killer is deranged, mad
and should be put to death when found.
But I wonder, seeing as they're the same ones
who prepare for war and start them,
who daily starve the weak
and steal from the innocent...
Who can I trust to learn my truth from?
And I wonder, maybe there's a spiritual level
where one still needs to understand,
by actual experience, this urge to destroy life;
whether murderer or General, Banker or Scientist...
I must reason his action,
for my friend provided the sacrifice
while fate let me
experience the horror of the moment.
I need time to meditate,
to consider every facet of the truth,
forcing myself to understand
reasons beyond reason
why certain things transpire.
We all have the ability to murder
but some have moved beyond that level,
though still at times
indulging in acts of violence
toward others.
I hold no anger towards him,
only love and compassion
for I realize his pain at this moment
is much greater than mine could ever be.
Common Sense
God is love, says someone at my door.
God will damn you to hell, says another
who didn't like my politics,
or was it my coffee or the colour of my hair?
God created the world,
God made man in his own image...
God, Supreme Being, Creator of the Universe
(dictionary definition, I'm not that smart!)
God, God, God, God, God...????????
God has a lot of attributes,
most of them are anthropomorphic too
which means 'God' is whatever
anyone wants He or She or It to be...
spell it backwards and you can see for yourself!
I've pretty well given up on God
He's just too many things,
to too many different people
and way too many religions
vying for my trust and money...
He's become meaningless and redundant.
(I know, it's a big word, but then, God is big,
and I'm not saying He needs to go on a diet.)
I think there is a better way to understand
what the word 'God' might possibly mean:
could we not think of 'God' as a concept
and define that as 'common sense'?
After all, love is common sense, is it not?
Yeah, I vote for common sense.
Concerning Earth
(Chronicles of the WindWalkers)
"And they shall be endowed with great intelligence
And turn it ever to evil deeds even to turning light to darkness.
And they shall be given a home but will not understand
And so shall they destroy the gentle fabric of it.
And they shall be clothed and fed but turn on their benefactor
And so shall they tear her apart.
And they shall have children born of Earth matter;
of wind and rain; of earth and fire,
And shall make them children of the damned.
So it was prophesied long ago to the Spirit of Gaia
before she set out to give life
And in tears she wandered in the darkness,
afraid to face the light,
afraid of the life she carried.
Yet it came to pass that she found a place in the sun,
And gave birth in pain and sorrow
To a life that would proliferate wildly,
Turn upon itself and eat itself unto death.
Contributing To Society
The idea persists, folks:
if your chosen field remains
the realm of writer or poet...
you are not contributing,
but taking!
Now here are examples of noble professions:
politician, lawyer, businessman, banker...
and to some lesser extent,
doctor, dentist, engineer, designer;
architect or teacher.
Is it still believed that these people
contribute the most to society?
Well, obviously, that must be true:
income levels say it all!
And so, blue collar workers,
plumbers, bus drivers, technicians,
carpenters, handymen and janitors
to name a few
deserve little but the left-overs...
But woe unto you if you happen to fall
even below the level of the janitor
collecting some form of social assistance:
a handicap pension, unemployment benefits
or perhaps that lowest of all places:
receiving the shameful welfare cheque.
Get a job, bum! Say the sheeple
echoing their government's lies
that the nation is in debt
because of lazy welfare types!
What woeful ignorance
these mindless drones display.
Who are the ones who steal from society?
Look up, not down: look up there
to those ivory towers of power:
there are your thieves, folks,
but they do it in grand style
to the tune of billions of dollars!
Conundrums Of Duality
We speak of darkness and of light,
what do we imply by that?
Seek the light, work in the light;
carry your light in a darkened world
we counsel and encourage each other.
We call darkness evil; light good
and it seems to make much sense,
but does it? Are these judgments
based on incomplete understanding?
Consider the nigh
t sky, full of shining stars
consider the day sky, without the stars.
Perhaps it’s time we realized
darkness plays an equal role in creation;
that without darkness, there may be no light?
The night sky is the backdrop for the pearly stars
we love to see; to wish upon; to dream under.
It is not the evil place old beliefs cling desperately to,
for much of man’s creative output
saw the light in the dreams of night.
Why not think of the night sky as a canopy
upon which the light anchors itself?
Perhaps then we would find it easier
to understand, to accept
the darkness in ourselves and in others.
Cosmic Toolbox
The old tools we have been using
these thousands of years
are out of date: there surely must be
new ones to find, to put to use!
God: father, mother, creator, lover,
provided man with a universal toolbox
full of practical, wonderful tools
with which to create and evolve;
to build a universe of wonders and delights
for God and friends to contemplate and enjoy.
Sadly, man saw only the top layer:
a few religious books, a scattering of 'isms',
a few incomplete philosophies,
grabbed at by power-hungry fools
declaring themselves god-chosen rulers.
From these they interpreted a god of war
of greed and blood, of petty thoughts
a god, in short, so afraid of man
he willfully plunged an entire world
under a watery flood, knowing full well
man's woes would but continue and grow
regardless of punishment meted out!
Ah, what are these wonderful things
man failed to find in the toolbox?
They’re called love, joy, peace, patience,
kindness, goodness, faithfulness and yes,
even gentleness and tenderness... towards all things.
All things, we now should understand,
are native of the spirit called God:
rock, salamander, tree or man, we all are one!
The Couch
Someone got lonely,
always sitting alone,
so He or She invented the couch;
to provide Her and Him with
a more comfortable place
to spent an intimate moment
but they got bored doing that
and invented the boob tube:
complete with bombarding ads
filled with endless lies,
so the next step was inevitable:
the remote control,
and that, as all can see
provided irrefutable proof
for the theory of evolution--
(or de-volution)
for late twentieth century
saw the birth of a new species:
the utterly useless,
the sexless,
the mindless,
the...Couch Potato!
Creating A New World
I see her
as I am walking
an alpine meadow:
the wind moves gently,
the warmth of Summer
lingers everywhere;
the flowers filling the air
with fragrances;
as we move closer,
my heart starts pounding
my passion throbbing;
and as we touch,
our passion, the love we share,
creates a new world,
with no boundaries
a world we can return to
again and again
when the stress of Earth
brings us down.
Death Insurance
Life comes with no guarantee,
of that we are certain.
Yet try they will, try they must
to sell me life insurance.
How do they do it?
flavor it with just the right amount of fear,
with a pinch of shame, a side dish of sadness.
Why not call a spade a spade?
No one can insure life – it's death insurance!
'cause we are as sure of death,
as we are sure of taxes – so they say.
I remind death insurance salesmen
the point of life is to be into life,
not paying into death with debt.
Isn't it true if we but remembered
that death walks beside us
step for step every day of our life
we would not seek 'life insurance'
to try to beat the great illusionist?
We would live life as a spendthrift
in joyful caring, arms openly loving!
Deeper Experiences
In our search for deeper experiences,
we were no longer satisfied to just be;
we took the animals acceptance of life,
splintered it;
what did we end up with?
A overflow of new mind things;
we call imperfections and perfections:
when an animal stands still for hours,
in wait for prey,
it is not being patient,
it is acting according to programming:
not so the human.
A human calls his act
'patience':
the opposite then becomes active
in the human also: impatience!
All our perfections
have their counterpart in imperfections!
We took duality many steps deeper:
why did we do this,
when it causes us so much confusion, pain?
because our primary search or quest
is for experiences,
which broaden our minds,
enrich our lives.
Destination
As I was sitting on a beach
surveying the tossing grey sea
I pondered the saying:
"It's not the destination that matters,
it's the journey."
A young woman walked past
and said with an enigmatic smile:
"Which is most important:
the journey or the destination?"
I replied: they say it's the journey,
not the destination.
"Think about that," she said in a soft voice,
"can you have a journey
if you have no destination?
Is it not the destination
that calls for the journey?"
I watched her as she went on,
looking neither to the left nor right
until I lost sight of her behind a dune.
From that moment, I thought differently
about my life and my goals, and I ask,
what's the point of moving on
if I have nowhere to go to?
Die From Poison? Hell No!
Should I eat that can of stew
filled to the rim
with deadly preservatives?
Hell no: I’ll starve first!
I won’t let those preservatives
twist my gut in knots!
Should I drink that tap water
laced with hazardous wastes
leached casually from the city dump?
Should I ingest that chlorine
intended for the swimming pool?
Hell no: I’m not drinking the water.
Should I breathe in that smog?
Those diesel fumes? The sewer wisp?
My neighbour’s Presto log smoke
Or that deadly, unseen C-Monoxide?
Hell no, that way I won’t go!
And here’s the recipe for extended health,
strong teeth, good
lungs, healthy bones:
Eat no food;
Drink no water;
Breathe no air:
You’ll die quickly,
relatively
painlessly,
sensibly virginal - no longer incensed.
Don't Think!
They say humans
only use ten percent of their brains...
Well that’s too much already!
Too painful, too confusing!
Don't wear out that wonderful blob
thinking up thoughts about the world
and the mess it’s in:
just tune in a political speech
the latest news, the final score:
amuse yourself in mindless chatter,
but whatever you do,
protect your blob from accidental wear!
Do not try to reason
the why’s and wherefore’s
of the system’s nefarious ways:
someone else is bound to do it for you,
so why create more headache
with the unused portion of your anatomy?
The mess we’re in is inevitable:
that’s why you vote, isn’t it?
To continue the mindless game,
and re-create the problems
we so enjoy not solving!
It’s time to sit upon the couch again
and stare at the flickering tube:
Television, the great mind-saver,
babysitter from two to ninety-two
keeping the brain embalmed day after day,
night after night, saving an entire species
from wearing out its brains!
Dream Voices
Soft voices of spring riding a mountain breeze
whisper among tree tops, sweep
across green meadows asleep under the sun.
They awaken dreams that speak of life
upon vistas of achromatic beaches
and translucent turquoise waves so far away.
Like a child chasing a fluttering butterfly,
I chase these golden dreams across my mind.
Dreams flowing like rivers find their way to the sea,
and the sea holds her island paradise in readiness
for the daring or weary sailor.
Here, the sun's warmth never fails even under the moon;
Here, waves of joy softly mould
a white shore in harmony to the wind,
that mad lover who caresses my eager skin.
Yet the land and the mountains are my home,
my life circumscribed within borders --
so says my mind as I, somnolent
awaken from my summer dreams.
But from those dreams I come to realize
Earth can be an understanding friend,
there with a nudge, a playful toss
when loneliness invades my thoughts
like moon shadows on a cloudy night.
Dying System
People struggling to survive
on the fringes of a cold, dying system;
hiding from the tycoons
and their henchmen called governments -
trying desperately to find a place
in the global slave market
(euphemistically called employment)
where the chain is not too heavy
and the price less than the wage
with something left over
to feed the children in the cold.
The planet's life-giving mantle
cracks, dries, freezes
and oozes of poisonous fumes.
The system has run its course
but who is aware of this fact?
Not those who still chase the elusive dollar,
- the rich buying a corporation -
- the poor, a lottery ticket -
nor those who strive to keep
the best place at the trough.
And as the trough deepens or shortens
fewer and fewer snouts fit into the opening.
Ignorant government lackeys,
with indecent laws and crippling taxes
lick up the fat of whatever remains
after bankers and CEO's take the cream.
Miserly rich rail against starving poor,
these left with but one option:
to die for the god of free enterprise.
Will this madness not end?
An academic question already answered:
Not if but when.
Earth Is a Zoo
It's been said:
Earth is a zoo.
Indeed
and the intelligent life forms
(humans that is)
who inhabit it;
who creep and crawl over it;
who "own" it;
and are destroying it
are themselves
but wild animals
caged by belief systems
that never work.
Hating each other;
eating each other;
destroying each other;
and all the while
praying to the
Great Keeper
up in the sky,
safe in his heaven
silent as the grave...
until his pets
unleash the great worship:
a crusade;
an inquisition;
a war
against the Keeper's "enemies."
Then He speaks
with guns,
with spectacles of bloodshed
accompanied by marches;
justified by great speeches
from his mouthpieces -
Preachers, Priests, Popes
and whomever else
benefits from His
special attention.
That's right:
Earth is a zoo.
Extreme Sports
Contemplating
the possibility of death
at maximum pleasure –
extreme your sport:
engage the danger.
Climb a sheer rock wall;
race a hot rod;
kayak thundering rapids;
sky dive!
Feel the rush
being in the moment:
on that edge
between worlds.
See the past fade helpless;
the future scream away
and the daily grind
drop from the confines
of a refreshed mind.
Experience
the intensity of a life
borrowed for the now --
release
the stress of life endured
moulded to a clock.
Life is sacred – isn’t it?
Fair Trade?
I dream:
I’m walking down a darkened street
when an angry one confronts me with a gun:
Give me your money and your watch!
But my mind’s not on his words,
nor responding to the threat –
I think,