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Deep within me, I feel inertia as a slow dance of stars trapped in their own light,
A Higgs field enveloping my soul like a heavy cloak of particles and burdened dreams,
This terrain of life keeps me from falling into the core of uncertainty,
Preserving me from becoming ash, an echo of an existence passed through the fire of change.
I do not seek wormholes to escape into the unknown of other dimensions,
Nor do I wish to meet my entangled double, the mirror of an intertwined reality,
I want to be here, anchored in the presence of the moment, suspended between infinite possibilities,
In a quantum superposition, where every moment is a universe of unspoken choices.
I embrace "zero divergence," to be caught in endless loops of thoughts and emotions,
To laugh like Sisyphus, with an unwanted joy, while rolling the heavy stones of time,
A paradoxical happiness, where absurdity becomes a poetry of a life lived in circles,
And in these endless spirals, I find meaning, a perpetual dance between chaos and calm.
My being becomes a field of silent energy, resonating with the heartbeat of the universe,
And in every moment of stillness, I find hidden beauty, an acceptance of the eternal present,
For in the apparent immobility, there is a continuous flow of creation and dissolution,
And in the center of this silence, I discover myself, a point of light in the darkness.
How can we take pride in a country
that is sliding into dissolution and chaos?
We praise ourselves for ending slavery.
yet racial prejudice is still much with us.
We pay slave wages and refuse to change
the minimum wage to a living wage.
We call all people equal under the law,
yet privilege and money or the lack of it
make legal decisions unequal every day.
We have liars, cheats and criminals in
our supposedly democratic government,
chosen primarily by a voting system
that is funded by moneyed corporations
with a vested interest and the wealthy.
Goal: to remain in power.
We declare all are entitled to liberty,
justice and the pursuit of happiness,
yet how can a people be happy without
security that they will not go bankrupt
because of hospital and medical bills?
How can we be proud of a country
where the supreme justices of the land
arbitrarily take away our rights
to make decisions about our sex lives
and personal decisions about our bodies?
Who choose to exercise the power of a
ruling class against the will of the people?
In a country founded on freedom of religion
we are more and more governed by those
who propound a certain religious mindset.
We are not yet living under a dictator,
and have freedoms not dreamed of in
dictatorships, but for how much longer?
Our freedoms are being taken away,
unilaterally, without recourse.
Our democracy is in mortal danger,
not from enemies abroad, but from within.
A nation in crisis
Democracy in divide
Repudiating solution
Political pride
Democracy in divide
Dissolution and havoc
Political pride
Absence of civility
Dissolution and havoc
A high price to pay
Absence of civility
Constitutional discord
A high price to pay
Repudiating solution
Constitutional discord
A nation in crisis
February 5, 2017
Another year
Of too much beer;
When will my head
Ever be clear?
*******
So, what's your solution?
Another resolution?
You've tried that before
The result's dissolution.
Joining a support group?
You think that's duck soup?
Nah. It's endless confession;
You'd feel like a snoop.
Taking up a new hobby?
To shake yourself up?
Sorry. No way. Not after
Your last relationship broke up.
Out of suggestions?
That begs this key question:
How long can you afford
To keep falling off the wagon?
*******
Well, in the way of a reply,
Allow me to say:
What just might do some good
Is to fix my 'true friend's' attitude!
"FAKE" assertions unstoppably
bandied with beef,
(sans doughty deeds done dirt cheap)
courtesy of commander in chief
trumpeted as a way to backout,
embarrassment analogous to the thief
of Baghdad, when culpable faux pas
woe philly pops thought balloon of mine
reckons with transparent "good grief"
within mind of yours truly,
who finds himself dumbstruck
aghast, and shaking noggin with disbelief
how people can be so gullible
who would just as lief
eat a pin cushion to deliver strep throat relief.
First amendment teeter totters on brink
of dissolution mainly by the rat fink,
whose defamation against journalists
risking life and limb, yet not shrink
king enlightening liberal minded, who think
similar to myself, imposter
hood drums utter rubbish
while feeling teed off puttering
along Mar a Lago,
or another owned golf link
resorting to silence protesters
whisked off to the klink.
Distortions, (nee outright
blatant lies) saturate
social media platforms,
which followers didst rate
as their numero uno slate
supposedly reliable sources
harkening back to papa retaliate
Tory Bush prez administration,
regarding patrilineal shogunate
where Iraq summarily
targeted for crashing Kuwait
violating, jeopardizing, and
compromising vital oil, literate
folks suspected, that critical
lubricant mandatory to resonate
greasing western civilization
particularly self anointed great
super power USA, hence
alarmists didst exaggerate,
whose military intelligence
industrial leaders got irate
contracting complex projecting
global economy would vacillate
and, perhaps take Kamikaze nosedive
hence procrastination could not wait
demanding based on sketchy accusation
Saddam Hussein, and his ilk ultimate
harbored weapons of mass destruction
despite lack of distilled proof,
would severely truncate
nary a trace sniffed out,
nonetheless damn the torpedoes blitzed
in an effort to triangulate
miscreant running amuck
eventually met demise
with Bush Junior delivering
permanently placating tete a tete,
no matter dispensing top notch
fighting soldiers, whose strong
lifeless bloodied bodies remain prostate.
("Tree of Life", 2013, original pen and ink)
Kali's Long Game
The dark age, Kali Yuga of Hindu lore,
Is not a generation or two
Or even a millennia or so
By Western measure
It is part four of an epic cycle, an Age,
Lasting almost 430 thousand years
And it is the age we’re in
Each moment, each day, year, generation
Being but another step
Into darkness and dissolution
And this is the world that fills our knowing
Literally the whole history of humanity
If that's where we started
So when we hear Grandpa complain
How it’s not like it was
How kids these days…
It’s not like it’s going to improve anytime soon
This is the way of the world
The way of the cosmic cycles
That no matter how much we try
How much we hope and pray
It’s going to keep degenerating
Until all is flat
And all our dark karma
Is brunt to a crisp
Till no seeds remain for the next
Golden Age to begin.
In the big picture where are we?
About five thousand years in.
(12/2/23)
UNBEARABLE DARKNESS OF
NEAR VOID
Unbearable darkness of near
Void
when my Heart sits indigo
at the back of my throat
I see no endearing
vacant eyes of guides
grit in joints scream
generational curse
which stubbornly brick
build a house faraway
as mental escape into
limbs to twine around
clean waves caught
on deserted beaches
humans trying to prepare
for something they seek
somewhere in a future
at the tip of a nose
penning Zen water time
So strange this time of change
when we know we cannot
evade justice of timespace
flames of distant dissolution
Galactic Sun calling us to
surrender to its melting
we wonder about other
hands or lashes or meals
listening to Seven Sisters
where comrades pour
gentle wisdom edged
finger tips touching our
cheeks and hair silent
Voices falsely echo
performance plans or
contact counties for
plumbing permissions
make no sense in
coffee cup thoughts
Who are we to question
footsteps in caverns or
in government corridors
corruption or thanksgiving
when these reflect minutes
and themes we passed
some time ago ?
Why do we re-read
lessons for another
like threshing corn
again and again for
bread which is not
for our cutting board
to tolerate their viral
pain in our own swollen
fingers reconfiguring cells
to silence love aching
fluid which will not move
to sleep away until
another wakes
Oh ! Darkness of near
Void
swallow mind, toes, wind
tick every crumb and crime
as love sickles time moving
standing still messaging
Shaka Zulu and his impis
watch resting guarding
a foundation slab hastily
laid as hide and seek
a usual ostrich trick
surfing experiences
God patient nods
“Wait” what else
I ask to sleep in
Darkness of near
Void
cannot instead
caress Awake
as profiles become
particles picnicking
my constancy
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2024
The teacher dies having made her small contribution
to the colonization of other planets by motivating
a boy who would otherwise be a coal miner to become
a rocket engineer.
Throughout the nation teachers
are sending their prize pupils through the funnel
flask to produce technology from pure science.
The mother and father are good, disciplined, god-
fearing people who stand firm against dissolution
and chaos. They hold their clod of soil in place
and others do the same to create the landscape
of community.
Communities across the nation
and the world produce the many to support the few
who make the tools and do the math to colonize
the planets. Once the secret of warp speed is
discovered, expansion of the species is
limitless.
Perhaps it is not a direct contribution
to destiny, yet some stories may be told
for centuries.
It takes constantly renewed
consciousness to persevere, retell the stories
and interpret lessons. You go, girl.
The sun smiles, the moon waxes and wanes
The stars twinkle when they come out at night
Winds blow, gust, shirt, swirl, pick up and die down
Tornadoes are twisters and hurricanes have eyes
When the sun shines on us, that's good fortune
She hides her face, we take it on the chin
It rains on our parade, or we get snowed under
Hurricane-force winds can tear whole towns asunder
Earth's cracks and crevices widen, innocents consumed
Lightning can strike us -- electrocution
Tsunamis wash ashore -- total dissolution
Twisters touch ground -- destruction, destitution
Nature is oft delightful, capricious, full of fanciful whims
Yet the havoc she can wreak is devastatingly grim
Feeling again
Ice water floated stagnant misery in caustic veins coffin nails and razor blades
waited for the vultures of frosted lavish lava-daggers staring at the mirror with
no reflection other than the murderous screams numbed by images of tangled
ropes teasing from sunken rafts and twisted rafters train tracks guiding void
demise frozen blazing ashes suffocating feelings that cannot feel any longer when
moribund candles flickered reaped what had been lost submerged forgotten in eternity
This cess pit of smudged smeared convulsed spider web on death row of mindless
mind does not resemble what the Buddha meant when he or she insinuated
mindful nothingness Nirvana half starved but happy under the fig tree’s shadow
One step at a time barefoot when spirituality meant ‘Jonny Walker’ all waters
turned into whining wine homeless wandering under bridges of destruction
appeared to be at least some being tempted dissolution dancing rugged demise
at the cliff face of life living hell aneasthetised vanished meaning arrested river
flowing backwards to the Source a sprinkling spring temptation clothed in rags
and feathered tarnished nakedness tarred with just one brush the stroke of black
Lost figs composted marbles undergrowth of metamorphous germination alighted
when grapes turned into peaches mingling scented wakes of wakening blossoms
once icicles melted merged into tingling titillating finger-skin and fingertips searched
to join minds with souls and souls with minds and bodies touching senses feelings
intellectual pheromones oozing from the fruits of scented fragrance life togetherness
they formed a delta confluence new openings direction thrusts and trust and nurture
Many nights have passed since peaches’ revelation revolution formed scooping spoons
from moons and moons from spoons delicious rhythmic rhyming twines of poet trees
in living motion poetry and miracles suspended and conjoined at hips and minds
09th July 2016