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The past has always been a foreign country,
step four decades into the future
and you will be an alien to your ancestors.
Many mothers have lost their babies to remorseless time.
The ancients looked like us
but they would not recognize our manners and mores
as even remotely human.
Maybe that is why wars continue to erupt.
We don't trust history, it takes sides,
and time takes no prisoners.
Empathy needs to be a living force
not a dead letter.
'Let us not forget' translates as 'let us not acknowledge'
that the past wipes out legions of human beings,
their humanity is a fading cloth.
This country of ours we make and remake
with foreign hands and minds,
even yesterday is a stranger to today.
Our children will remember us
until a new-made world demands they forget.
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Time rewind, loving touch of my mother
Snatched away by the remorseless fangs of time
That also did sadly smother, camaraderie with my brother
Ah, no matter, memory has now sounded it's mystical chime
Misty eyed I recall tender moments of childhood treasured
As through serpentine arduous pathways of life, l climb
How may pristine love and innocence be measured
Heart free from malice, childhood days were so carefree
By grace, feeling no angst or anger, when for faults censured
It was then during childhood years, that my joyous soul was free
I now oft try to rekindle those cherished moments in my mind
Vicariously however, dependent upon my fading memory
As I now flounder about through life, love bereft and spiritually blind
I yearn to resurrect the magic of blissful love and joy, left far behind
06-October-2022
Theme: Memory
Inspired by Constance La France’s contest
Folding and embracing someone in extreme pain
with the compassion of a merciful saint:
when those moribund eyes look downward,
as breath becomes heavy and life can't sustain
its heartbeat , but those hands are too weak to clasp;
give your last gift, say the softest word...
Comfort and be comforted when the final hour comes for all,
when a person suddenly dies, a conceived baby will be born;
it's a cycle that keeps our human race from extinction:
observe the animal kingdom, never inactive or slow,
even trees and flowers duplicate themselves in jollification
by the kindness of every wind of the actual season...
Folding and embracing someone in extreme pain,
someone of a different race, not making distinction of color;
everyone of us is a beautiful and perfect creation of God,
so let the same love flow and leave your prejudice beyond:
see through the eyes of charity, never divide and compare:
the uniqueness of an individual can be shared by all...
The greed and wickedness of Mankind can't control the relentless rush,
until immense harm is done: wars are fought and lives are lost by the thousands,
and the spilling of blood is not regarded as guilt on their remorseless hands,
many weeping mothers lean over their dead children, with more viable in their wombs:
summon the evil man to the Almighty God whose judgement is harsh,
and be assured that the Divine Justice will make them toss in their inescapable tombs...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
relentlessly flows on linear time
dragging us through enigmatic space
it is a silent yet brutal savagery remorseless
compelling us to trauma bond with pain and disgrace
to make matters worse, we know we are doomed to die
lost in myriad illusions, we seek solace in dreams
but what we cling to, slips through our fingers
as we drift rudderless in thought streams
senses operate in a limited bandwidth
limited too is our feeble, fragmented intellect
we watch helplessly as mind-body slowly decays
so taking control, all thought forms we opt to deselect
sans fragmented thought we discover awareness yet is
amplified and purified in the vibrant void of space
our false self falls away and we cease to sway
doing nothing, we imbibe divine grace
this transmutation is a metamorphosis
a caterpillar shape shifting into a butterfly
as such, how may we describe divine magnetism
unending waves of cascading bliss that makes us sigh
Materialistic things fulfill us temporarily...trifling with our emotions,
but their shallowness is discerned with bitterness:
when they can't save a life even with invoked mercy so tense...
as powerlessness turns into hopelessness;
can faith help us make the painless transaction into the eternal realm,
without fighting the menacing darkness bringing in a tremulous scream?
Separating ourselves from the deceptive entity
is the wisest thing humans can do, to avoid
the misleading fact that anguish doesn't exist,
or that regret isn't stronger than sympathy;
sorrow is a passable trouble, which makes us somber,
and somehow deepens the furrows on our sour faces!
Prophets, saints and holy persons thought deeply and understood this,
devoting their lives to a more rewarding vocation,
which demanded great sacrifices in return for salvation;
and today, in this era of sophistication and unbelief,
do we see any real ones, not the impostors who seek fame,
and proclaim their intrepid message to shelter themselves from blame?
Unscrupulous financiers, like Madoff, and bankers drain accounts with remorseless intent,
and when they are caught...they choose suicide over punishment;
is this the world you like to live in...with fraudulent individuals, who cause
tougher economic times to satisfy their greed at the expense of others?
Questions can become doubts that draw a negative response to any survey,
sacredness is valued more when we separate ourselves from the deceptive entity!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
He was reborn & rebuilt
brick by brick from
casted stones
meant to destroy
A heavenly construction approved
by the most high
employed angels from every
corner & angle
high to low
The convoy driven by unseen
forces came in droves
remorseless in their destruction
& unmoved by any attempt
to dismantle
No one holds a candle to his flame
for it burns like earth's core
& he's the apple
of its eye
He's a storm comprised of
winds & rains balanced by wins
and losses
mixed with love
& pain
The foundation was cemented
long before he came
& there were eyes
on the ground
He came in the form of grains
tilled beneath your feet
but is indwelled by
something beyond the
skies
Wise in his ways he grew to be
a builder & destroyer
of structures poorly laid
Towers fall around him like dominoes
in spades when he delivers
food for the soul
Their infrastructures are so wicked
& cold that many inside
no longer feel the warmth
of this abode
They eat fast but are slow to digest
his mission & can't stomach
the wisdom he vomits
The bad apples of this world
make the whole nauseous
but he & those that follow
are the remedy
His presence hits like a comet
shaking this world
& others in proximity
in a flash
Flash flooding minds in mass
he is a predicted natural disaster
elusive in nature
but chained to his
destined path
we do admit
we anticipated
a loving embrace
from an unseen soul
we’d chosen to befriend
under the cloak of anonymity
having thus nurtured in our heart
an outpouring of joyful endearment
our impulse although self existent
would yet burst forth into dance
on a mere flicker of recognition
infusing in the current colour
awakening dormant nodes
into blissful nirvana bliss
upon the grazing touch
soaked in pure intent
rainbow in full view
our humanness
oft called delusion
by adepts all knowing
enables us to feel nuances
within the void of no-thingness
as oscillations of layered awareness
orbits limitations of our mind body
whilst enmeshed in maya illusion
within remorseless earth duality
bringing to us joyful expansion
followed by heart contraction
which self quietly witnesses
from the fulcrum of silence
pausing to smell the roses
with lower mind in repose
as presence celebrates
both the ebb and flow
of emotion in motion
fleeting memories
01-April-2021
“The devout soul always finds a divine course
in the labyrinthine maze of life” – Quote by Poet
I walk the gorgeous garden path alone
with the cadence of love in the young heart,
nurturing hopes of its permanence sown
for me, the impermanent world sets apart.
Times change, but I could not know how,
storm of strife surges, but I could not know why
it blows away the mind, a discarded leaf from bough,
falls like a drop of my tear with a sigh.
The blankness drags the dead dreams down
to the fragile life’s labyrinthine abyss,
and onto the brink of self-destruction to drown
in the dregs of disappearing hope amiss.
In the quicksand of expectation hollow inside,
remorseless dangers of desolation lurk,
as the demolished desires subtly subside,
failure makes the life’s tortuous pathway dark.
The shuddering unsure footstep falters,
the sliding sands of sanguine time don’t stop.
The diktat of the ordained destiny never alters,
as listless life lumbers in the dark path losing the prop.
Searching then within I find the inner divine light,
that reveals the reality of life’s intent in the haze,
defines for me the purpose of existence right.
I continue my winding journey through labyrinthine maze.
The woman is a serpent with eyes that hypnotize,
That wants to swallow you whole, to engulf you in her fascination,
With her enchanted smile, she lures you into her blind web,
She drinks your soul and leaves only stirred memories.
She is a divine potion that seduces minds,
With her tempting scent and the sweetness of her body,
The woman is a temptation full of mystery and debauchery,
That thirstily pushes you deep into sin.
Dressed in flowing dresses, like a slender dance on strings,
The serpent composes a tableau of pleasure and desire,
With her deceitful charm and coiled smile,
She wraps her body and steals your mind, at leisure.
But when love transforms into a wild feline,
The serpent bequeaths its lost instincts,
With venom laced in every touch,
It corners you and whispers hidden malice.
The woman becomes a remorseless and cunning enemy,
The serpent purrs, senses your fears and feeds them,
When it tailors from your heart a heap of pain,
You feel breathing poison and everything unravels in her wake.
But let's not forget that the serpent, with its spells,
Cannot be definitively condemned to eternal cruelty,
Because within its petrified love hides the desire,
To be calmed and to tuck away its tongue behind happiness.
Thus, in this dance of paradoxes and deceit,
The woman turns into a magical serpent in the labyrinth of life,
With verses that revive the past and soothe the soul,
With metaphors that stitch your wounds and grant you hope.
Ronald Rump reasonably roasted
Remarkable – recourse retaining rickety
rambling reverence regarding “r.”
Ronald Rump
repugnant racist republican reviled -
rickettsia re:itch ruler.
Rapaciously ravaged
revered reverential rubric.
Radical ruthless renegade
rapidly riotously ripped rigged ramparts.
Refrained retaining remnant
redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
Riches rudely ruptured rooted rectified rights.
Ruckus ricocheted revenant reign.
Ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
Rambunctious rapscallions rollicked;
rendered ruinous ramifications.
Rusty razor razing revenge rented reprisal.
Rabid rectal rictus rotten
rebranded re-calibrated redoubt.
Rambunctious revolutionaries rejoiced.
Ruffians rode roughshod
routing reigning royalty.
Reiterated revetting robust recidivist rationality.
Rode Rolls Royce relentlessly
rendering rock ribbing.
Riffraff raconteur raised reactionary response.
Revisited rancorous restrictive
redlined realigned rightward rivets.
Robocop ridiculously
rubber-stamped reorganization.
Recalcitrant reactors released rapture.
Rash Russian roulette
reconnaissance raconteurs racked rubles.
Red room reflected Republican RNA.
Rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats
revoked righteous refulgent repertory.
Rapier robed robbers ransacked
reliquary resounding retaliation.
Retaliatory redcoat regnum
reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiled rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered
rifled relics raffled.
Rookie raves ripe rackful
rubenesque reliably ranked.
Refulgent rotundity requisite
requirement re: reappointment.
Road-tested, roadworthy
redeem reapportion routed role.
Reprehensible reassignment
rapidly recognizes response.
Rife rampage removed respectability – respect.
Responsible roused restitution refuted.
Risky resultant reconnoitering
runaway railroad reverberated rivalry.
Reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirmed
redoubling ridding revitalization.
Reconfiguration realpolitik reinstated repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
Requisition required resilient reseeding republic.
Regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
Rare recount restoring recondite
renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives
rejoice reclaiming reins.