Questions are proliferating,
people search for answers
in old pants pockets
in long discarded purses.
The scampering feet of baby philosophers
can be heard from the moon.
The media is stymied, they are manipulating,
confiscating and hiding behind the backs
of massively overgrown ballers,
willy-nilly they scribble an alternative reality
upon indoor swimming pools.
The manic mayhem of our daily grind
is wearing our hair thin,
Somebody should take control of the truth,
but it keeps dodging questions
and slamming doors behind it.
Mark my words with invisible ink,
scratch a cat behind its ears,
somersault all you like
but we are all getting overrun
by imperfect pontifications
by the indecent Doctors of spin.
and all this endless self-questioning
keeps replying over and over again
but only in unbreakable code.
DECODING THE MESSAGE
a gentle
& tasteful
critique
with
an ongoing
preoccupatation
with
figuration
a change
in
direction
a collaboration
initiated
by
memorabilia
of emerging
improvisation
a series
concentrating
on fragments
of imagery
from
the unexpectedly
& overt
underlying
currently
unscripted
this non-stop
this
churn
now long long
forgotten &
discounted ten
yet a
prized
improvisation
of the
intuitive
approach
to a
creativity
but
so
compellingly
strange
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Walking the woods,
evening caressing my face
with its moleskin fingers,
eyes blue-flamed
by a shape-shifting twilight.
Listening to the deep delving sounds
of forest roots
as they clutch the earth close
before another nocturnal drama
slinks close enough to pounce.
Hoot owl calling,
hoot owl answering.
For a moment
I am one short life, a brief fluttering in
the actualization of a sound.
There are stars in those owl eyes,
in the black acres of its gaze
my eyes there also – looking back.
Look!
See the swivel of our night watch?
see the communion,
the simplicity of vision
as owl and I stare
into the same coming shadows.
This swift way of being
demands only blood and union;
owl knowing has
ears on the pulse of us all,
and this stroll –
just a droplet of time
acknowledging
its walk
through infinity.
Hey G you ready?
Always...
I stand for faith and I'm talented
Like those athletes in the Olympics:
Running marathons with a touch in my hand!
shouting freedom is for all
And fire lights up the kingdom,
Like the sun enlightening the world,
Venus my babe...
And she whispers "say no to the profane"
Ye have knowledge shall know.
The world full obstacles
Heaven; earth and hell,
The reality formed by our psyche
I.D; ego and super ego
So we have to look in!
Cause the world is nothing,
Love, Hate, Fear: all is within
Created this avatar called self:
And my genius is me!
So I flow: a ghost; a phantom,
Dead to the world of gimmicks
Personalities forming self,
Like codes and they never end...
The numerical universe
The world is the matrix,
Like a computer system
and man is the virus,
And I'm pressing Crtl, Alt and Del.
I have witnessed myself clearing a dozen
bottles of alcohol.
I have witnessed myself taking overdose
of sleeping pills at 3 a. m. in the morning.
I have witnessed myself walking along a lonely
road, to no particular direction.
Frustrations have enveloped my eyes
from the future - thought to be bright.
Life, as I know it, chooses us,
rather than us choosing it. It's the boss;
It was here right before us.
It chooses when I'll win the next gamble;
get a well, derving job;
clear all my ever-soaring debts....
It does all that....
On the other hand, I've found some secrets
from the mysterious orients - secrets I need
to work hard at or practice everyday.
"No snowflake falls at the wrong place."
"Be like a tree. It never worries when the birds leave
their nests, or wait for them to return. It stands firm
to the ground. It's never bothered. That's the secret
of attaining happiness...." a sage once told me.
Time will tell whether I'll pass life's tests.....
He understood physics to the max
And his equations had no cracks
But he was in doubt
As he tried to figure out
Each line of his income tax!
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