The ocean
Gave a gift to me
A coin for passage
Across the sea
To pay the ferryman
Should I need to cross
To light the lanterns
So I won't
Get lost
Sense isn't as common as it once once was
is it because
the more we use our smart phone
the dumber we become
and dance to the same algorithm
(and blues)
each and every one
whereas before we used the brain
now others do our thinking faster than blinking
and if things go awry we have them to blame
whereas before we did all the talking
now we're content
to let our fingers do the walking
before crossing the road
I didn't need to be told,
'Look both ways'
when not so very old
as a matter of fact,
is there an app for that?
Crossing the London Bridge by trike,
I observed a head upon a pike.
So, I politely doffed my cap
and returned home to take my nap.
Consider the man in the street if you will
what's he doing there standing stock-still
maybe like the chicken he's crossing the road
and half-way over with nothing better to do
only slowed to admire the view
perhaps he's pushing his luck
for remaining stationary no doubt about it
he'll be hit by a van car lorry or truck
let's hope it's not so as hearing them coming
the man in the street beats a hasty retreat
making hay he hits the ground running
and his narrow escape's a clean getaway
to dawdle or dilly-dally down all his days
I sometimes feel
if JC had been broken on the wheel
instead of impaled and nailed to a cross
would Catholics be at a loss
or wave their hand
reeling in a circular motion
in front of themselves
when 'wheeling'
as opposed to 'crossing' themselves
while Trinity words were spoken
and if so clockwise or counter
my best guess is the former
as 'tho sacrificed
counter would imply
(oh no)
the anti-Christ
vroom…vroom
Toot-toot
near miss
stay tuned
I say
highways are not
not hard
takes a Bard
to park this poem
vroom…vroom
make room
I’m here to stay
not ruin
someone else’s poem
near miss
stay tuned
takes a Bard
to take a part
in this traffic
easy go
when it’s light
but when it’s heavy
write…right…write…left
crossing lines
make sure they’re not double
seeing reality
toot-toot
vroom-vroom
have to cross the line
so I don’t hit
the accident
don’t do a bang up job
back at it
write right
write left
beep beep
back home
lay back
pop up
watch show
Strung out tired & emotional
dont even know what we fighting for
Brain fog over-taking the both of us
Tempers short
Sayin mean sht
But don't even know
the reason for it
2 broken souls-
Been through Hell & back
Still love & kindness in their hearts
Is never lacked
Fate pulled them together
Bcus they were made for eachother
That's not doubt a fact
Grew up learning
to survive in this toxic world
Never got a chance
At the life they deserved
Broken but not knowing
Slowly turning colder & colder
As they were growing
Had many masks they wore
Feeling like being loved
was too much of a chore
She lost her faith in the Lord
as his strengthed as he matured
2 souls created and fated
To one day cross paths
And help one another heal
From their undeserved pasts
The path we all cross,
The humans taking it over,
We have no place to go,
We have not a home,
We have not a pasture,
We have not a farm,
We have not a barn,
We have not our charm,
Bonded together like ducks in a row,
All we want to know,
Is how to find a home,
One not too small,
One not too big,
One not too tiny,
One not too thin,
One the humans can’t take,
Like mail from a box,
But one we can call our own,
So we don’t turn to meat,
So we don’t turn to dust,
One with metal,
That takes long to rust,
So we can live together,
So it’s not me,
So it's us,
So that we can feel safe in the hay that we lay,
We wish to find a home in the day,
If we find that place at night,
The owners might have a fright,
Do we really want that to happen,
Or do we just want to live with a passion,
Like the humans can do,
But were not seen,
As human to you,
Because we are only cows,
Cows that go moo.
Our blue planet, the epitome of primal beauty,
a unique dot of singularity within the celestial infinity,
revolved in the astral space, spinning nature’s splendors,
until on the evolution trail the hostile species of man arrived.
The creeping swarm of greed, called progress
devours the green blanket, thriving for immeasurable eons,
constructs the toxic greenhouse on the planet instead,
extreme climate events trace the global warming trajectory.
The upholding limits are being infringed ever so rapidly,
so, after long summer the planet might freeze in extended winter,
caused by the catastrophic climate change looming large
to initiate the apocalyptic period of the fifth season.
The gliding glaciers and ice sheets melt at an alarming rate,
rise of sea-level is unparallel in the human history,
makes the ingress of oceans onto the land, shaping as a future reality,
time would come to create again the modern Noah’s ark.
The pristine nature was once in the realm of grandeur,
in harmony with its stable innate equilibrium,
the stride of wanton exploitation marches on and on,
if unheeded, it’ll soon cross the sustainability rubicon.
Soul’s
heartfelt
cry echoed
in the vast void,
of prayers unheard
by the heavens above,
so to resolve the impasse,
poised in the void of cessation,
the earth entity melded with space,
sparking the power of bliss magnetism.
Thoughts rested, desires ebbed and fears faded
whence grazed by the wafting winds of grace,
in witness mode, staid soul observed,
the dance divine within form,
entwining head and heart,
whence eye then single,
all that then was,
was the Self,
shining
bright.
My resolves, like ivy vines, coalesce around.
My caverns of thoughts constantly open and close.
Amidst scorns, I hear a spitefully silent sound.
Absurdity whirlpools as though decoded morose
Courage, like a well-built rampart, guards me, I know.
Confidence overflows from the jar of my heart.
Why, yet, does darkness of despair engulf my hut?
Why do breezes end and storms violently blow?
Though reason, like passion, plays a parallel part
Why do doors of my homecoming seem to be shut?
Rubicon Crossing
I stand on the bank
looking at the deep water
old love behind me
new life on the other side
once I cross no turning back
Criss-crossing the skies and land
From mountains to meadows
From rivers and lakes to sand
Trains, cars, buses, planes ~
Liberation from hometown chains
wandering in wasteland
of denuded life
desolate
sinuous track
takes me
to the terrain
of nowhere
nebulous
I’m entangled
in enmeshing web
of
enigmatic conundrum
shall I escape
from decay delirium
or not
I can’t decide
ingrained imprint
indelible
of
wheel of time
turning
in destiny domain
twisted out
of tormenting tangle
of tortuous trail
of passive past
steers
with promise
of pride
my fraught mind
out of maze
shows me
the pledged pathway
to fervent fountain
of misty meadow
protected
I break open
there
invisible barrier
you’ve built
of seclusion
around your garden
secret
blooming
furtive flowers
hidden
from me
but
I’ll saunter
there
suffused with
seraphic shine
sanguine
of sunburst dawn
new
I wish
before I walk
the last mile
our paths
will cross
entranced
coalesce
into oneness
someday
Crossing Lines
You ruinous rascal
Just a rat in the pack
You forced me to sell
now I just want it back
Calamity came
You had the highest bid
Simon’s sister Sydney
liked what you did
You think you’re the winner
She’s bouncing on your lap
Smug with contentment
as you tip your cap
A rollercoaster is coming
You’ll plummet from the top
Shattering successful illusion
your status will drop
A ring is a circle
it will come back to me
The curse you purchased
I’ll get back for free.
It was no bargain
It tainted her skin
Sapped away her beauty
You watched her grow thin
Five hundred years
precious so divine
Not meant for another
only one family line.
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