a crepuscular forest of shadows,
of fierce animal boding -
devout day-mare crossfire
Both the beginning and ending at once
A fractured peace of tears and smiles
The love for and loathing of self
A shattered mirror no more than glass
Life swore a vow and broke it
A curse of despair and hope
Nothing will change if not changed
The paradox of existence
The temerity of the desperate and hopeful
Tasting the inevitable and looking to the sunrise
Breath’s inspiration and expiration
Suspirations of joy and sorrow
The hopeless are the helpless
Nothing remains for them but ashes and dust
A figment in the endless revolution of day and night
That we are more than fleeting
Fragments of 1972
David J Walker
I carry the year 1972
in a leather messengers bag
That sags and strains the strap from my
shoulder to my hip
and I claim
to open it only
once a year at midnight
but that is a malleable lie
that has
morphed as I have aged
Have you ever raged at a minor
Injustice
Do you trust your minister to dispense
Only the holy truth
Are you glad that you are not
A traffic cop
Directing traffic
Do you believe you can solve the world’s problems
By inviting everyone
One at a time
To be your neighbor
Do you ever see yourself as the antithesis
Of a solution
To a problem that
You were the only one
Who didn’t know
My calendar is a fragmented rag and has lost
The first week of
January
including next Wednesday
When I go back there I feel
Overdressed and
Out of place
Everything is
Nothing
or
Nothing is
Everything
No is
Yes
or
Yes is
No
Beginning is
Ending
or
Ending is
Beginning
At the end
confusional illusion
or delusional confusion !
© Mahtab Bangalee
Gravity conquers desire
It devours and absorbs all
In the black colorless heaviness of the inevitable
It is the ballast of conflict, fear and hate
Its weight takes everything in the fall
Hope, faith and joy all fail in its evolution
Before the powerless sovereign gate
Closed and locked
Imprisoning the spirit to degenerate
From the freedom to unfold
The Karmic soul's fate
This breed of men and thought
In the times of now and not
Is the reason for wars and discontent
The wrought iron passage to nothingness
To free the change
To light the way and eliminate
This dark and human less place
Gravity it seems to me
Is not what it means to be
It simply holds the universal place
When it comes to setting us free
We are the Captors and Creators
That harbor its departure to be so
Free
written last year after Maya Angelou"s death-
Men wonder wherein my charm lies-
I'm not good looking or athletic in size-
I try to tell the guys,
But some think I'm telling lies.
I say to them,
It's how I carry myself-
Honesty in my eyes,
Politeness in my talk,
Gentleness in my actions,
Conviction in my walk.
I'm a gentleman
Extraordinaire-
Extraordinary man,
That's me!
I walk into a room,
And smile at those around-
I greet each one with cheer,
And soon the girls surround.
I don't brag or shout-
It's not me I talk about.
To the guys, I say,
It's how I carry myself-
Not egotistical, but proud,
Not meek, but not too loud-
Just old-fashioned gentility,
Ladies first, then me.
I'm a gentleman
Extraordinaire-
Extraordinary man,
That's me!
My secret lies within-
I'm neat, don't cheat,
Don't lie, steal or swear,
And always try to be fair-
But it's more than that I say to them.
It's life that I embrace-
It's how I carry myself-
Urbane,
With grace,
Never trying to disgrace-
I'm a gentleman
Extraordinaire-
Extraordinary man,
That's me!
The extent you search determines the extent you see…
For searching equates missing which manifests not seeing that which is their however not
noticed…
The one eternal moment is now or now or now…
Not existing previous or after…
Only our minds cloud the stillness clarity pool attempting to clean its mud coated hands…
The mind has two hands existing in two pools…
The muddy media marsh surrounding the inner purity lagoon…
With stillness I observe this moment…
With stillness I swim in the now sea…
Present awareness mirrors inner feeling into that which the seeker aimlessly seeks…