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Astride galactic spiral's reaching arm,
Our Earth in silent space displays its charm
Within the endless bounds of cosmic space
As if destined to hold a timeless place.
A small part of our homebound galaxy -
We look beyond our solar world to see
If life as we know really could survive
On other planets we might find "alive."
We question if life very like our own
Could exist somewhere in the cosmic throne.
We maintain our existence as the rule -
But, we might offer up ourselves to fool.
Somewhere in space a tint-blue, clouded orb
To travel to - its essence to absorb;
Perhaps a mirror image ilght years past -
A yearned for gleam of hope - perhaps, time passed.
An orb long since destroyed through disrespect -
Once teemed with life but lost through sore neglect;
Blue running streams now turned to murky slogs -
And air transformed to suffocating fogs.
We look to find ourselves in heavens blessed
With thoughts of what could be at our behest.
But, we might search and find our darker side -
The consequence of others' hopes that died.
And yet, the search goes on through time and space
To find a home in some far distant place
That would allow us to resume once more
The life that we had squandered once before.
I have been a sieve bucket
Of shiny plastic parts,
Containing reasonable sands of logic, time and place-
Drastically mixed with the fluidity of natural human race,
And oddly and inconveniently, a subspace
For an awkwardly large heart.
Why has its energy, connective and warm,
Imploded my zone of comfort?
Its vibrations teemed my walls, exploited my woes
Which till now have composed me quite conveniently
In perfect shell form?
I have molded realities into peaks and castles,
Beautiful for a brief moment as life’s own art,
Yet crumbling too soon into shackles-
The sand’s plans (though well intentioned)
Never seem to properly span across
This aforementioned large heart?
I have ignored its pulsing cries of recognition,
Smashed its value to the depths of nothingness
To breach partitions of Universal fate’s recipe
For flow and season in forced perfection;
Yet muddied and worn, wretched and torn,
It still giggles and glows-
Defying all logical reason.
In anguish I have begged, dear heart, for disintegration!
Why do you lay idle in seeming nonchalance?
Why have you not flooded these holes of my soul
And flowed out to which creation compels me?
Will Love and light ever overflow my muddy plastic half?
I smugly wait and listen in demand of a response!
A few beats, a laugh.
You shine upon me for a quiet moment, wretchedly glistening.
Have I dared to set aside my fear and gain the courage to finally listen?
The message you have needed to convey
Resonates to me quietly,
In recognition of my soul’s ambition:
“Why don’t you merely give me away?”
A simple response, I answer in action (in giving to you, my true):
For I begin building my fate only from today;
Creating with purpose and satisfaction,
Eternally anew.
In the bygone days, I held you so near,
When turquoise skies were truly clear,
And emerald valleys sparkled in the sun,
And the pristine air could hurt no one.
And aqua waters shimmered transparency,
But that was long ago, in your infancy;
When towering, lush trees grew anywhere,
While riotous blooms crowded elsewhere!
Do you recall inky nights of milky stars,
And those golden days that were once ours,
When the woods teemed, and the trees sang,
Whilst keen crickets chirped their slang?
For all I've given, I have but one plea,
And it is quite simple-do not destroy me!
And given that my fervent entreaty's done,
I return to the joy of sitting in the sun!
What causes a relationship to fail?
Decay sets in when thoughtlessness persists,
when selfishness extends beyond the pale,
and chances to show love are blindly missed.
Vacated houses crumbling with decay
once teemed with life and families with dreams.
Now in the wind, these spindly structures sway,
not willing to give up the ghost, it seems.
But Nature’s life-renewing power leans
upon decay of plants. Like night and day,
these opposites, decay and growth, are means
that lead to all Earth’s glory on display.
Each year Spring plants and flowers grace the Earth,
for God decreed that death results in birth.
exodus' plague had forewarned
dire straits if the first was scorned
and first was the crimson tide
nine more as pharoah defied
some millennia since passed
we come to know how it's caused
on bondi's beach there was red
algae teemed. massively spread
sea sparkle speaks Moses' tongue
mend ways or by plagues be stung
~25 Jul 2016~
Australia's Bondi Beach saw the Sea turning red on 27 Nov 2012. Popularly referred to as Crimson Tide it is also called Sea Sparkle or Nocturnal Scintillans, this phenomenon is observed from time to time in various parts of the world and is attributed to a sudden rise in the red algae population due to rising temperatures in sea water and other favourable conditions.
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Gathered amongst the privileged ones
And born into a trust fund life,
There was born to an arranged couple
A child they named Sebastian Oliver.
And though father and mother
Jockeyed for front page recognition,
And sisters fared well in high society
No amount invited this Sebastian Oliver.
The Cardinal red teemed with trophies
And glamor, his thoughts went to right and wrong
He vowed to break the cord,
And fight the war never spoken of.
This boy, Sebastian Oliver.
And it was on this one night solemn,
In the rainy cold, that this entitled boy,
Made his stand for righteousness,
This young Sebastian Oliver.
The Avenue of glitter, he ambled down,
a sight so gross to his eyes,
Turned his wits adverse,
This no one, Sebastian Oliver.
For in the fall evening, classmates all,
Surrounded a young man of color,
with curled lips of hate
In front of Sebastian Oliver.
Not of this world, but born into it,
To thwart the Devil's children, did
Human inalienable rights, exercise.
This young man, Sebastian Oliver.
And so with blood and rage,
as they trampled underfoot
a lightning struck those doers,
This man: Sebastian Oliver.
"Halt the hatred, you who despise peace
for I am here to take up arms,
For the weak and threatened,"
thus spoke the strong Sebastian Oliver.
And the story goes, that he saved one life
that night, but in truth was much more:
for they whose atrocities were exposed,
came to see the strength of Sebastian Oliver.
He died that night, after all the blood
And horror waned...
But lives on, martyred for love
Was this hero
Sebastian Oliver.
The Nap Master
HAIL the astral world of utterance,
one befalls to eavesdrop whisperings of their sweet nothings,
breathlessly whisking up a spell of portioned scents that, nay,
spilled china of eddied creamed joys and demitasse gooey treats,
BEHOLD the phoenix rises to a full exalting measure,
neath a lunar ecliptic mystic hypnotic apathy,
upon a peacock's crown whose spread out azure-chartreuse wings,
adorns unsnared midst manes of an unbridled vehement trot,
ONWARD it leaped a skipped array of a vivid rainbow's path,
of free glides during its phases of warm air in a chilled sky,
as it spread o'er vast terrains of dale and vale of culled greens,
tethered to tawny treasures of teemed lives infinite mirth wants,
BEHEST of Cherubs advent of endless stars braving her crown,
on their sailed galleons of whimsical twinkling vigilance,
seducing a flock of blithe bleating lambs a respectful ride,
on fluffed souls, nursing meek minions to ripple a fair surge,
CHANNELS a righteous domain free of a distant storm,
pushed by the lashes of sunbeams citrus lemony whips,
that ade stirred mouth fulls of dryness seeking quenching,
gouging the top echelon of expecting lips full measure,
ADHERED to heart pulsates that steady the gauge of innocence,
unique mild credulity cushioned amongst penitent palms,
and tinseled charm of enamored superheroes noble acts,
save the divine a full accounting listing each wonder,
CLUSTERS of mirrors enlightened volumes of a sojourned quest
of luminous unconsciousness prominent in such a phase,
the inner realm expanse that dwells in hallowed gifted slumber,
all grouped banking muses within the treasury of their mind,
ALL delicately locked by the key master . . .
. . . their fortuitous magnitude of eyelids.
2020 February 05
Though the carpet teemed with costumes, toys and figures, laid orderlessly, it was barren.
Distant echoes of the battery powered monkey clapped naively through the still air, and its dim LED eyes softly flickered.
A thread of light shifted through the overcast clouds and chipped window pane, placing itself where someone had once been. Each step creaked the empty yellowed racecar bedstead which ached in loneliness, weakly reminiscing.
Nothing is said, as superheroes lean against the bedframe and villains lay beside them. They keep their place, perhaps waiting for an end to the silence. I lay beside them, another still figure. Silent. Static. Hoping, foolishly, to escape this hollow world.
Back in 1950 things were very different
the plains of Africa teemed with life
vast herds of elephants some 80 years or more
once a hunters paradise no thought to the future
This land was raped by people time and again
harsh years of drought cause great suffering
as the temperatures soar up in the 120's
land barren and dying parched for rain
These days we are far more enlightened
now shooting mainly done with camera
but still the damage is done numbers depleted
few elephants of even 40 years to led the herds
Now we are aware and try to conserve
their plight well known now through media
maybe in years to come the 80-90 year olds
will freely roam the African savannah again
Sadly due to man crowding the plains
we never again will see the vast herds
they say an elephant never ever forgets
what a wealth of knowledge they have
Each week now we hear news of births
of some of the rarest animals on earth
working together in conservation
we can live side by side in harmony
Once upon a dream
A night teemed with gleam
Walking the tracks of unknown
Carrying the sorrow of being alone
But walls, nothing expecting
Wandering the alleys, detecting
In a hope, searching every place
To trace a face of any race
Where are all the others?
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers?
No exhale, generating a sound
To recall a missing, found
Disappointed of soil and dust
Quirk to stars with no trust
A world of wonder, the sight
Granting people wings of flight
Earthly speaking creatures all dumb
As the lips and tongues went numb
Three shining crescents over there
Equal in measure to a bear
Lightning earth, heaven, and the air
There is no similar in compare
Devine chariot of Selene
Treads on Nyx's dark screen
Competing with brightest sun seen
Waits for gates opening Queen
Once upon another dream
Short after the last I deem
No more alone, no more astray
A crowd side by side at the bay
Launching dozens of boats
And the air full of notes
Yet these messengers of longing
Loaded with void, departing
On the way back home
Not pick river to roam
Suspended in the air as dust
If it falls, it leads to bust
Betrayed by mirrors, folk flee
Invading ceilings with no key