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A Matter of When

“It’s not a matter of if, but when.”
Dr. Lawrence Hayes in Brad Peyton's movie: San Andreas

San Andreas' carnage sickens
the plot thickens
to higher stakes
than mere earthquakes
	
relationships split wide-open
wondering when
knowing the past
the end forecast
	
disease, divorce, death, denial
earth's life trials
how can one cope?
God’s grace brings hope

Geologist - PS

Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of 
creation of continents and opening of oceans,
explores the complex framework
of the multilayered deep interior, 
and unravels the enigmatic structure 
of the mighty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
The arcane aspects of earth’s ancient architecture, 
imprinted in the petrified rock strata,
enunciate the 4.5 billion year history of the planet.

My expertise as a geologist 
lies in the study of rock structures,
that ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
drifting the evolving continents,
forming the changing montage of mountain chains, 
like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing seismic faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.

A piece of rock is not just 
a chunk of ordinary stale stone to me,
the lattice of the entwined minerals
enumerates the lyrical anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
motivates me with poetic passion,
as I unfold the mysteries of the blue planet.

Mysteries of the Blue Planet

Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of the creation
of the continents and the oceans,
explores the complex make-up
of the deep interior and the lofty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
All these aspects are imprinted 
in the contents of the rocks,
enunciating the 4.5 billion year history of the earth.

As a professional geologist,
my expertise lies in the study of rock structures,
that  ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
forming the mountain chains,
Like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.

A piece of rock is not just 
a chunk of ordinary stone to me,
it enumerates the fascinating anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
and unfolds the mysteries of the blue planet.

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March 30, 2023

Falling

Like water falling over a crest
A swift rapid descent into a black hole
The paradox known as my life

Disguised as a pseudonym plunging
Ever deeper into a swirling
Of emotions into depths unknown

Cascading over cliffs at ever greater speed
Feeling out of control
Coalescing into a bottomless pit

The sheerness of the sides
Ever sharper the deeper I fall
Leaving no way out

Holding my breath
For the inevitable free fall
Into a chasm of darkness

Is this my destiny or fate
Or just another nightmare among many
That I will endure

Until...

Andreas Simic©

Standing Tall

Lined up like soldiers

you stand tall and straight at attention

like them you guard humanity

by providing for us

through your shade and ever presence

sometimes in your dress of leaves

other times dormant, asleep but not

though no matter the season or the reason

whether as a heat source or inspiration

as a haven for insects or resting place for birds

the livelihood for a wood pecker or mushrooms

you’re there waiting to fulfill your destiny

Despite man’s insatiable hunger

to mow you down like blades of grass

yet it is the oxygen you provide

which allows us to live another day

the irony of it all

even for the tall

Andreas Simic©

Dare To Compare Pen and Sword

In days of lore a sword was held in hand
not a vest strapped to a chest by some command

Terror a very strong feeling of fear
how far this is to what Poets hold dear

In younger days terror was contained in a nightmare
not a bomb or a threat carelessly sent everywhere

How different are they from you and I 
both looking upward into the sky

They have a mother and father too
often than naught they don’t have a clue what 
their offspring is up to

We may write for many a reason 
though their cause is more likely to end in treason

All have feelings galore to share 
even if theirs seem like they don’t care

Here I sit and lament how another explosion to prevent
looking for an answer that may be from higher up sent

So what is our role at times like this, is it to write about
happiness and bliss or those that we will miss

Is it my task to ask you to ponder and pause
or coach you into looking for another cause

Know that there is good in everyone whether you 
be a daughter or a son

So my request might be to pick up a pen to deliver your message
a passage or two to get you through to removing the vest from your chest

Andreas Simic©

You and I

“Everything you ever wanted 
Is on the other side of FEAR”
George Addais

you see fear
I see fun

you sense dread
I sense opportunity

you feel loss
I feel recovery

you hate 
I love

you believe in the bad
I believe in the good

you think the end 
I think the beginning

you touch sorrow
I touch enlightenment

you hear pain
I hear healing

your glass half empty
my glass half full

your life hard
mine a life of ease

your life
my life

Andreas Simic©

Smitten

If I was a kitten
maybe I wouldn’t be so smitten
it’s as though I’ve been bitten

There is no chance
of romance
maybe under a different circumstance

Though it seems she was heaven sent
and I feel an urge to relent
it would likely lead me to repent

Don’t know why the attraction
am I looking for some sort of satisfaction
help me Lord to inaction

For I know not why there is this thing
leading me to ponder a fling
knowing it will only grief bring

Yet there it is this temptation
is it there as some sort of revelation
providing a piece of education

But alas with all my will
I bring a chill
to that part of me seeking a thrill

Andreas Simic©

Deception

You are like a magician

your hands working in stealth-like fashion

revealing little about who you are

finger prints of time have passed you by

as you honed your talents and skills

to manipulate people’s minds

so that they believe they are in control

all the while you hold the strings like

on a puppet or character named Pinocchio

obscuring or twisting the truth as you meld

our hearts and dreams into nightmares

providing dark thrills to your repertoire

while making victims of the audience

who attend these spectacles you readily compose

to entrap those weak of soul

and so it starts like someone under hypnosis

pliant to your every command

unaware of your intentions

until it is too late

Andreas Simic©

Maturity

What is maturity?

Is it knowing that tomorrow will be a better day? 
Is it having made all the mistakes until there are no more to be made, 
Is it sitting in front of a computer playing games with your inner child and it being okay? 
Is it a sense of knowing that the world is unfolding as it is meant to be. 

Maturity is defined as development, 
Is this the development of the human body? 
Is this the development of intellectual matter or 
Is this the development of human potential? 
Is this the development of a spiritual knowing or connection? 

How is maturity obtained? 
Do we grow up to be mature? 
Are we taught and learn to become mature, 
Do we obtain maturity through experience? 
Or does age provide an automatic pass to maturity. 

Is maturity that stage where all is lost? 
Or is maturity when the world is our oyster, 
Or when there is an inner knowing of ourselves, 
Or is it when we achieve all of our goals and dreams, 
Or is it when we have figured out the world around us. 

Maturity, let me know what it looks when you find yours, 

I seem to have misplaced mine.  

Andreas Simic©

End of the Line

Everyone would call her a hero
Carrying yet another soon to be orphaned child to safety
Leading group after group destined for destruction
Down the railway track of hope
Fighting not only the threat of death
But nature’s cold frigid grasp
Her own safety in the balance every time
She returned over and over again
Man, woman or child equally saved
The risks were great the reward greater
In a time and age of war
With no regards to race, color or creed
Cruelty unbound
She plodded on
Exhaustion filling the mind with thoughts of giving up
Yet her drive and spirit refused to cave in
Each trip meant more would live
How could she stop now
One day when all was said and done
Would they remember her or her deeds
It didn’t matter because this was about them
She knew the way
And would light the path
To a life which would grow and flourish
Her reward the look of relief on their faces
When they realized they had made it to the end of the line
Freedom was waiting

Andreas Simic©

Carnal Flame

I oft wonder about thee
the flame that once shone bright
into mine life

Have thou been extinguished
by all the lies
spread by deviance for all to behold

Or have thy flourished
using deceit and manipulation
to fuel forward

Nary a thought
as to the carnage you leave behind
in the hearts of others

Tis I ponder

Andreas Simic©

Vanish

Can you really vanish in this day and age

One where social media haunts and stalks you

Purchases on credit cards are tracking your buying habits

Cameras are located on virtually every street corner

Your phone a geo locator of your every move

Make my day, try to vanish.

Andreas Simic©

Antiquity

I feel like an antiquity
some relic from the past

crumbling at the edges
eroded over time

aging has arrived
There are fissures in my proud steel plated armor

once invincible
reality is bringing with it a heavy blow

it creeps upon you
like a stealth thief in the night

now you berate yourself
for being caught unaware

new words slip into your vocabulary
things like “possible stroke”

a litany of tests are conducted
let’s begin with a blood test

maybe a urine sample
we can schedule an MRI

is this a heart attack
there is a CAT or CT scan as it is known

what about the C word, cancer
let’s do an ultrasound

ff that doesn’t find it there is always
an endoscopy or colonoscopy complete with biopsy

the realization that life’s destiny is prevailing
is the end nigh

the relic you have become
looking at you in the mirror of life

Andreas Simic©

Abstract

oscillating back and forth
head tilting from leeward and windward
an abstract puzzling my imperial gaze
a Van Gogh in waiting

      perchance a reflection illuminated
      in broad mesmerizing strokes 
      some tantalizing insightfulness 
      else a superficial escapade

do the color menageries
stray my mindfulness or hold attention
each vivid hue enlightenment
to soothe & provide enrichment

    is my inspiration desperation
    to find meaning in the simpleton
    gravitating and oscillating 
    between beauty and gargoyles

does incredulous creativity scare me 
or woo me into submissiveness
the artist plying servitude 
into mine cavernous cavities 

     Alan Scales’ exhibit of 
     Turquoise Abstract Landscape II 
     provides fodder for my mind
     to exponentially explode

 Andreas Simic©

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