“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
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.
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
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©
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©
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©
“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©
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©
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©
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©
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©
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©
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©
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©
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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