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If it weren’t for my distractions
I’d end it all today.
Turn my back on society
And simply walk away.
Gone would be my days of worry
And suffering through the pain.
Of having those I’ve helped the most
Screw me once again.
I’m alone in days of solitude
But even more so when I’m not
Seem’s the only “friends” that come around
Steal everything I’ve got
I’ve tried hard to be helpful
Feeding the hungry and the poor
But the only thing I hear them say
is “More! Damn it ! More !”
When asked the other day
why a man would put a bullet in his head
I laughed so hard because many days
I wish that I was dead
I’ve learned to read the writings
that are scribbled on life’s wall
And come to understand
the futility of it all
For those who haven’t noticed
No one gets out of this alive
Death is always lurking
Be it cancer or fatal drive
I’ve given up on humanity
I see no loving god
To waste your time in search of one
Is something I find odd
When I take a look around
I see everyone is upset
They hate their job,
their car,
their neighbor,
their shoes,
the gays,
the whites ,
the blacks,
the Jews.
The Puerto Ricans,
the Russians ,
the Chinese ,
Californians ,
Martians ,
Mormons,
Catholics,
fat people,
old people,
cats,
dogs,
kids,
the color of grass or the sky at night
and even the president.
Yet through all of the misery
They want to live another day
Though in the morning when the sun come’s up
They’ve nothing nice to say
They scream and shout and rant about - demanding nothing but the best
Yet when they’re asked how much they need
They simply shout :
“More than all the rest”
Having never learned:
More is simply more….
and it’s nothing more than that…
Darrell
(The above is simply a form of artistic expression)
I was alone
Travelling Interstate 80
Following the route of the early Western pioneers
2900 miles across the midsection of America
Stretching from the East Coast to California
In Utah home to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints
The land becomes flat and straight
Large signs on the edge of the road
Warn drivers about fatigue and drowsiness
Tired and hungry
I drove on
Watching shadows move in the sunlight
Day turning into night
On an empty highway
Finally I stopped at a place off the road.
An old woman showed me around
Small talk
On a warm evening
Life is a delusion she said
Young man
There are terrible people out there
You ought to be careful
Cause you’re young you know.
The room was small
Fan cutting through the humid air
Telephone ringing in an empty room
Lights flickered
In the shadows
She pointed to a spot
Where an old man died
We kept the shabby couch she said
Too expensive to throw out
Out Here
We’re as practical
And frugal as the Mormons
So we kept it.
No sense in thinking about it any more
She whispered
The more you think
The more mixed up you get
Besides it’s wide
A bed for two and very comfortable.
I tried paying for the room
She looked in my face
Searching for something
Then down at the crumpled bills in my hand
Wetting her fingers she counted the money
I don’t know if you kids have everything
Or you have nothing
Time and experience will tell
I guess
Then she handed some of the money back to me
I don’t need that much
Beside it’s only money Son
That’s all it is
Life is short
You hold on to it
You’ll need it later
I looked puzzled
She smiled
We all have our secrets.
I was up early next morning
When the old woman appeared
I figured you’d be leaving soon she said
Heading West?
Yes I replied
Going to look for family out there?
No just myself
Afraid?
A little
Lightly touching my arm she said
Don’t be afraid. You’re young. There’s always been magic in a young heart
The roads are clear this time of morning.
Ride straight and you’ll do fine.
The engine revved up
I was moving at 60, then 70, then 80
Windows wide open
Wind pouring in
Not another car on the road
I was alive
I was free
The morning belonged to me.
Science and spirit,
Never separated,
Oppressive systems aside,
Divinity exists.
It used to be Twin Flames,
Once it was empath vs narcissist,
Tarot and deities,
Psychedelics as an exit.
Unsolicited esoteric knowledge,
Struggling to see straight,
A brain so active with no choice,
I chose this before I came.
Extreme choices while searching,
Deep in the polarity and duality of life,
Experiencing the opposites,
To one day experiencing humanity without shame.
Befriended Sikhs and Mormons,
Shamans and Catholics,
Hindu and Muslim,
Athiest and White washed Spirituality.
Religion was my chosen start,
Brief athiesm I encountered after,
Spirituality then all encompassing,
All rooted in control, what a catastrophe.
Twenties were the worst years,
Building foundations blindly,
Dying endlessly to learn the trade,
To hire myself again.
Embrace my physical vessel,
Use it to help not harm,
Face the darkness indoctrinated,
No longer excusing the choices made.
I hang with Jesus,
Also Odin and my passed loved ones,
Read Tarot and the Bible,
In the same reading.
Devil, human psyche really,
Experiencing light to the lack of early,
The wordly and most ethereal of myself,
Existence is provided when my soul I continue feeding.
Brigham Young, the Mormon prophet
Pointed to the west; they crossed it
North, east, south, west sent colonies,
And has his name on universities.
Brigham Young, who led the Mormons after the assassination of their founding prophet Joseph Smith, led the Mormon Pioneers from "Winter Quarters" (a spot near what is now Omaha Nebraska) to what is now Salt lake City, Utah, then established colonies in most of the western states, south-western Canada, and northern Mexico. Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah, is the largest religious, and one of the largest private, universities in the USA, and has branches in Hawaii and Idaho. There is a monument in Washington DC to B.Y. for him being the great colonizer. Most groups that went west did so seeking gold or land, but didn't worry about those who followed. When the Mormons crossed, they widened mountain gaps, made maps, planted seeds, set up river crossings etc to make it easier for later groups to follow.
A madman pushed me off the track, lucky not much harm
I sat in the Hospital waiting room with just a broken arm.
They handed me a form to fill, 20 genders, 10 types of race -
I tore the sheet with my good arm and walked out of that place.
I walked past a park, a man dropped a syringe, gave me a stare
I walked past a crazy woman preaching to the air.
I walked past teens speaking to their phones but not each other.
Saw expressions I couldn’t read - an enemy or a brother?
I remembered the in-crowd whose moral sight was blind
I wanted to leave their dubious fads behind
I walked past the demonstrators, their justice leads to blood:
We may need a Noah's ark from the oncoming flood.
I walked along the Palisades, the river on my right.
I perked up because the old roads, the boat basins came in sight.
I jogged on the Long Path, crossing Bergen County, then Rockland too.
Turned inland and ended up in a children's petting zoo.
There were the black hats - Jews of a Hasidic sect.
I spoke with one woman; she looked at me with undeserved respect.
It was a change from the jaded people I often met
Wondered what the secret was, is a religious way correct?
Those Jews might not surf the internet, they might not watch TV.
And when they move en masse into a town they spark animosity.
But what struck me there was something clean and true.
As she pointed out the exotics in that petting zoo.
Since then I've been to Lancaster, where the Amish live an older way
That lifestyle has its drawbacks too, there are always shades of gray.
I've visited Salt Lake, where Mormons spurn drugs for recreation
A visitor described them as the handsomest in the nation.
I like my way of life, but other ways make me think
Do we really need social media, or drugs, an evening drink?
Would we be better people, if some things we didn't know?
Should we stand against the current, or go with culture's flow?
Do we really need the likes, the scroll that never ends?
Can we stop and read a while, or try to make real friends?
Can we set anchor in a place where lies don’t get through?
Can we cure our sick republic, retain what’s proven true?
(Historical train-ride on the first Transcontinental Railroad in 1870 from Omaha to Ogden aboard the Union Pacific Railroad) © 2009 (Jim Sularz)
Morning breaks again, we chug out to Bryan and Carter,
at Fort Bridger, lives Chief Wash-a-kie.
Another steep grade, snow-capped mountains to see,
down below, there’s Bear Valley Lake.
Near journey’s end, some eighty miles to go,
at Evanston’s rail shops, and hotel.
Leaving Wahsatch behind, where there’s the grandest divide,
with fortressed bluffs, and canyon walls.
A chasm’s ahead, Hanging Rock’s slightly bent,
a thrilling ride, rushing past Witches’ Cave.
A lot more to see, from Pulpit Rock to Echo City,
to a tall and majestic tree.
It’s a picnic stop, and a place to celebrate,
marching Legions, that crossed a distant trail.
Proud immigrants, Mormons and Civil War veterans,
it’s here, they spiked a thousand miles of rail!
We’re now barreling down Weber Canyon, shooting past Devil’s Slide,
there’s a paradise, just beyond Devil’s Gate.
Cold frothy torrents from Weber River, splash up in our faces,
and spill west, to the Great Salt Lake.
It’s a long ways off, from the hills and bluffs of Omaha,
to a place called – “God’s promised land.”
And it took dreaming, scheming, guts and sinew,
to carve this road with calloused hands.
From Ogden, we’re heading west to Sacramento,
we’ll forge ahead on CP steam.
And when we get there, we’ll always remember –
Stops Along an American Dream.
“Nothing like it in the World,”
east and west a nation hailed.
All aboard at every stop,
along the first Transcontinental Rail!
(The End)
I was driving a station wagon, Dad on my right
Mom, young kids, and dog in back seat
Construction ahead, a warning light
In my mind I keep the scene on repeat
I saw the truck in my rearview mirror
It was going fast, I was going slow
I couldn't accelerate as it got nearer
It climbed on our wagon, in Idaho.
It forced the rear of the car into asphalt
The rear doors sealed, but the dog did a vault
Mom lifted the kids over, seared her skin
Moved sideways and a flame shot up where she'd been.
We all made it out, and Mormons took us in
Kids made Mormon friends, and we regrouped
Took an airplane the rest of the way to the coast
Not a story of which I can boast.
Dad's summer teaching had to cover the cost
But we won something, not just lost
We found strength and friendship where we didn't expect
From people whose kindness I'll never forget.
Now every flashing warning light
Takes me back to that July.
A rearview mirror, one long breath,
The line between life and death.
Besides the Mormons, I also thank fate
Death has to come, but death had to wait.
Destination, Salt Lake City
What a pity!
To much fun,
in the slums
of southern California.
We didn't want to leave
This fornicating reprieve.
Drugs,
gambling,
tons of money, all cash.
A surprising weekend,
pocketing seventeen hundred dollars.
But, a lack of sleep has weakened,
four sleepy hustlin' road scholars.
Destination, Salt Lake City
We're cruisin' I-15,
intersecting I-215
the belt route.
Downtown, Temple
owned by the Mormons,
I'm the man, incredible!
A newly wealthy
poetic foreman.
Home at last!
Still a bit intoxicated,
alcohol is two days fermented,
leaving me sluggish,
foggy conditions in my head.
Now home in Salt Lake City
My next destination,
Bed!!!!!!
Concluding my Destination series.......
Jared Pickett
9/7/09
Asavvy1
Just west from where I live is Utah Lake,
where in the summer boaters like to take
their many kids, for Utah is the state
where Mormons live and like to populate!
Down south from my small city, deserts lie:
Bryce Canyon, Zion’s Park; it’s hot and dry
but beautiful! And eastward I can see
The Rocky Mountains rise majestically.
Just north of me, Timp cave! And seagulls thrive
around a giant salty lake. I drive
To Salt Lake or Park City for a show.
And those who ski love Utah’s “Greatest Snow.”
My city, once all trees, where peace resides,
is Pleasant Grove, with beauty on all sides!
For Brian Strand's "Sonnet Me" contest
1.Attraction
secret mirror
eyes and breasts
startle
sweet sadness
melted in
crystalline laughter
sun also arises
looking at her legs
horizon: woman's thighs
his hormones
may convert to
Mormons
2.Attachment
hot sand
is sticking to us
one single body
this wind away
kissing a flower
green waves of grass
frowning eyebrows
opening herself
inner smile
the habit of loving
to seek serenity
when you found it
3.Love
a dream
in other dreams
planting seed
Eve`s temptation
who eats apples
will more live
feelings
dancing step
love`s labours`joy
I wonder : you need me
because you love me
or vice versa
4.Trust/Reverence
True Light
being in love
John`s 1 letter 4:8-16
true love
trusting in God
the sealed mountain
confident sea
with melon smell
salt hug
water disorder
even more
friendship with love
5.Worship
a statue
loving another
woke up love
eternity
leaning on hope
the fountain of life
Truth and Way
delivering light
Corinthians 13
God may understand
when you love a girl
it happens without choosing her
6.Madness
no reason
meeting with
sisters of ambiguity
this pun
is running after
homophones
this haiku
not being
haiku (High Q)
my love of life
counting seasons
real reason
7.Death
feelings in exhaustion
transformation or
substitution
a tender night
love cannot change
old sunset
any translation
step-by-step may kill
this happy end
a thrill
of passing moment
the kiss that takes thy breath
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