The summer sun has had its peak
The days draw quicker to their close.
So when the light grows quieter,
It's settling in to sweet repose.
Humans and nature follow suit
As energy starts to wane.
We go into hibernation mode
While we shelter from the rain.
When the light grows quieter
Everything grows calm.
Until you've found you've overslept
As light no longer beats your alarm.
Some feel the melancholy of less light.
Their spirits start to dull.
However, the laws of nature show
That light too needs its lull.
Like a friend, the light will show
Even if for less.
All seasons round, the light will shine
To comfort and to bless.
This is the case of the boy who never was
Then we can’t extrapolate from nothing because
Nonexistence leads to non-existence
And you can’t have naissance by non-naissance
Seems a futile pursuit (remember the zoot suit?)
Zero + zero always equals zero, it can’t be any clearer
So, you must borrow from something (or Someone)
To create your own Frankenstein monster
To go from a test tube to the boob
From suckle to the boy that is
Or from coitus in the dark
To pushing a stroller in the park
We are partakers in life
And yes, we make things in life
But we have not created ex nihilo
Created from the point of zero
God decides how many sand grains
Come from Abraham’s loins
There is generational nepotism on God’s heart
But if someone doesn’t exist, he can’t be part
Why? Because of the laws of nature
Why didn’t God make machines
Instead of human beings?
When God sets molecules in motion
We should heed the notion
That all life (that has life) is a gift
We must wait until God creates
The boy (or girl) that never was
A heavy storm evicts wildlife,
Among restless herds, a warrior holds its ground.
A refusal to step aside, misplaced ambition grows.
Insolent defiance against the governed laws of nature.
An endless cyclone of tormenting wind,
An axe of destruction ripping apart an ecosystem.
Unbearable noise that drowns out all thoughts,
Tossing and tearing trees of a former home,
I cannot stand idly by.
Vigorously stomping hooves,
shaking the earth with an act of discipline,
pelted with pebbles of stone and steel splinters,
unwavering rage and duty drench the beast.
This is my home, I won’t let you destroy it.
Charge hard Capricorn,
Lead the stampede,
Tear through the eye of the storm,
Unleash that anger that lies beyond bodily limitations.
Go now Capricorn, Claw Of The Storm.
The heart of night, where gravity prevails;
A force unseen, yet felt in trembling bones;
Awake, where time folds in upon itself;
A silent hunger, swallowing unwary stars.
No light escapes the shadow’s grasp;
The singularity, dense, unmeasured, deep.
A true enigma, the cosmos’ fatal wound;
Around its edge, a spiral dance of dust;
Bright rage of atoms caught, yet never freed;
An endless whirlpool—aching, cold, and vast;
Where space and fate entwine in a mystery.
What lies beyond the rim, no mind ever knows;
Horizons closed to dreams or mere mortal eyes;
The laws of nature loosened, warped, and bent;
Where even light must bow and lose its way.
Yet in this dark, creation finds its place;
The birth of stars, the death of ancient suns;
All time compressed to echoes, beats, and sighs;
A story written, the Universe’s book of the dead.
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Each beginning is followed by an end.
The laws of nature carry this plan out-
a cycle that may dominate in full
throughout all levels of great Cosmic space.
Our seasons pass- Spring to Summer, to Fall.
Then Winter sleep will last until rebirth
renews the cycle to begin again-
presenting patterns of these natural laws.
And so the Cosmos, that gigantic realm
which dominates the birth and death of stars!
Perhaps it will implode upon itself
to then burst out into a new Big Bang?
Just as the seasons, rebirth comes again
since it exists in everything we know?
A miracle defies the laws
designed by Him who nature caused.
So only One who can create
can cause His laws to deviate.
The God who spoke and it was done
is He who lived as God’s own Son.
Choosing to dwell in human form
The Divine and Human biform.
So, turning water into wine
was play for Him, who made the vine.
When he upon, the water walked,
the natural law, He simply blocked.
Multiplying five loaves of bread
with which He then, five thousand fed,
was just the common stock in trade
for Him who nature’s bounties made.
And when He made the blind to see
The lame to walk and leap with glee
He made the laws of nature yield
to Him who awesome power wield.
He, even from death, many raised
evoking from men, highest praise.
The works He did proved He was God
In human flesh but yet unflawed.
Let me rest,
For now I am tired of these quests.
What prize for me awaits?
Those hollow salutes and opened gates?
Or those meretricious praise that would echo,
When all I remember is catastrophic derecho?
Or the Olympus you promise with Canephor,
While all I yearn is peaceful plains and zephyr.
Or the victory parades in Roma you were storytelling,
While those 23 backstabs in my mind are dwelling.
Or those meadows habited with Nymphs?
While all I yearn is a solitary pond hazed by mist.
Or those kingdoms you promised of evergreen reign?
While all I yearn is the slow pit patter from canopy rains.
All you promise is a conquest full of allure and shine.
But what will you tell to those kids mourning and crafting shrines?
So let me walk away to where savannah's sway,
As I am exhausted of this reaper's haunting play.
So now let me rest, as I am haunted and tired of these quests.
Let me breathe where laws of nature weave,
Solitary where I can grieve.
The Spiritual/Material Nexus is Biology and its material antithetical responses to "The Laws of Nature".
That process is fundamentally "Cooperative"; a symbiosis based on "Trust".
The successful Social Organism, "Civilization", operates the same way.
President Trump never speaks "The Truth".
A "Faithless" Government is a failure calling for immediate remediation or abolition to safeguard our Individual values.
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Nature is the Leader
Nature is the home. The Home. The life giver. Air, water, everything
The laws of nature preserve and increase life. The Life. For livings
For plants, animals, and humans. Nature can live without us.
Nature can live without humans. Man can’t live without nature
So, why do we want to organize and drive the life of nature?
Nature without us is whole and perfect. Living. Exuberant
There is no life without respect for ancient laws
The human-made laws can’t overwrite nature’s
Adam and Eve are our parents
Not the psychology
I don’t want psychology
In my life
And not
In my death
Psychology doesn’t respect the ancient laws
Psychology is not a stable science
Ancient laws of nature are eternally constant
Created by God.
These are God-given guiding principles
If we want to live forever
Then we must look with humility at the Laws of God
There is only one. Only One. Only one God. Only one Law.
The God.
This is the key to the future
Respect God, respect Nature
With a physically and mentally damaged world
No life
No future
No life in the universe
Without God’s Laws
Without
God
Moving away from time and place
Creates some opportunity
From laws of nature, as we know
A sweet visage once a face
Now a nightmare changed by magic
Sanity tries to fight and race
Vanity does not allow this
Consume truth at a slow pace
To understand the intricacy
Knowledge flies on the back of a crow
Wing beats share in a landing brace
Who dares defy the laws of nature
Why do we stray from the straight path
What cruelty are we not capable of
Where can recklessness be rectified
When will hatred not be harboured
How do we find spiritual fulfilment
Who will Cure our moral cancer
Why does Hate hang heavy in our hearts
What is Recklessness but ruin
Where has Insolence brought us to?
When can Sin be exorcised
How is Temper tamed
In my dreams
I am limitless
Laws of nature
Are suspended
Force of gravity
Is amazed.
In my dreams
I can fly
Visas are
Not required
Immigration officials
Are bemused.
In my dreams
I am cashful
Bureau De change
Is short-changed
Demand and supply
Are hereby suspended.
In my dreams
I fly to Eldorado
Desires so real,
Reality realm in check
Dreams so real
Imagination is obscured.
In my dreams
I am free, so
Free to fly
Not on a broom stick
Sights only imagined.
In my dreams
My dream cars,
Arrayed in my garage
Chauffers lined up.
In my dreams
I am living my dreams
I don't want to ever wake up
My Dreamland my Gloryland
My impossibility made possibility
Dreams so real
Realism is bemused
Nothing is impossible
In these dream realm.
Alarm bells invades my world
Jerking back, to realms so real.
Alas!! It was a dream, I am awake!!!
(Written on the 12th of March, 2015)
A leader is, of course, solid not a blind follower
A leader is a true, real, genuine and patient analyzer
A leader usually leads the pack or the caucus
Follows common sense, the rules and laws of nature
Comprehends the consequences of having a failed procedure
The full process of achieving positive results at the terminus
After everything is laid, said and done, when nada is left?
A real leader has broad shoulders to withstand the storms
A brave man fears nothing, no man or woman on the left
Or on the right. A leader follows the principles, the norms
And the logic of things. Few men or women are natural leaders
Even if they were haphazardly elected or selected as such
Real leaders are occasionally as calm as hunting tigers
A genuine leader will fight for what is proper, not for the mulch
Which can be found in countless stores. A leader is strong
Bright, brave and humble. A leader admits when he is wrong
In our current unusual environment, men and women can lead
Effectively, since and hence the world has many mouths to feed.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
All life is fleeting; I'm destined to die,
although I'm a sentient, thinking being:
the laws of Nature equally apply;
all life is fleeting.
Faith is me believing without seeing:
that there's a heaven, where God rules on high,
and His Angels care for my well-being.
God's love is something I can't quantify:
and yet, my faith sends doubts and fears fleeing.
For although I get to live, love, and cry:
all life is fleeting.
Thick skin, the revealing of relentless agony mixed with tolerance to endure what most would surely cower and fray from. It will certainly display the distinguished lifelines of an individual while giving merit to life’s disciplines. A person that portrays these prominent characteristics tend to be vigorous and fierce from within, showing their features with grace and pride for having lived life thoroughly. A sight for sore eyes that gives meaning to others for having witnessed the power available for those that can reach out and obtain it. Not everyone can posses such alluring qualities for one must defy what’s suppose to be, in order to achieve them. Rules were made to be broken, that’s why rules were made. Seeing passed these laws of nature create moments of true beauty for anything that’s unwilling to flow down stream will surely make a splash.
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