Monday, June 18, 2012

Meaning of Life

I walk no path but roam as I please
I find no peace nor rest in the lonely darkness
To match your breathing & heartbeat to another
To open your soul & your dreams
That is the meaning of life 
To love & be loved in return

Saturday, June 16, 2012

The Gypsy

She smiles that smile
A complex multitude of souls
Cast into a world of expectations
"But I am only me!" she cries
Not for help, but in defiance
She moves not in grace, but in passion
The billboards & advertisements of
an estranged society are such a waste
Covered by solar panels they might be of use
But that is another story

Her thoughts aren't collected
Rambling & wild 
They are ricochets;
Misbehaving little devils, violating the laws of physics
Tumbleweeds in Space
To discover, dream, & explore
She is the rising Moon
Dancing in the spaces between the stars
Her compass point's in all directions
Her path is an ongoing quest to
Bear witness to the truth
We are all Children of the Universe
With celestial bodies in our hearts
&
A cosmos of our own within our eyes

The goal of the journey is
The continuation of discovery
In this form or the next
She is a molecule braving the storm
Allowing the howling of the wind
To sing her to sleep
Until she comes to rest upon a temporary berth
For the World will always beckon
&
The wonder she has earned
Shall be hers & hers alone
For all eternity

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Equilibrium

Green is the algae
Growing upon the lakes
A fitting shade of mourning
For the end of this species
Homo sapiens 
A temporary oddity
In evolution's infinite chain

They spent their short
& often miserable, lives
Speaking to invisible God's
Trying to claim dominion 
Over immortal particles 
&
Weaponizing forces
Far beyond their comprehension
Few of the remaining species
Shall miss them at all
Save the flies, dogs & cats
&
Of course, most importantly, the worms

A great tragedy has passed
In a history all too easily forgotten
These cosmic consequences were often 
Ascribed to Gods & Angels
Weaver's of Fate
&
Loomer's of Doom

Extinction is inevitable
But not painless at all
My thoughts weigh heavily upon
Matter & energy
Death & re-birth
All played out here
On our only stage
The one some call "Mother"
The Planet whose Humans
Had the wisdom to call Earth 

The rocky shores are filled
With waves, spray, & foam
There is no laughter here
No claps nor cheers
No more shaded umbrellas
Plastic debris float in the Sea
Oceans they once called it
What an odd little word
For so truly marvelous an
Environment, that so many
Call Home

The trees are still growing
Their roots desperately struggling to survive
Toxin's put into the air lead to
Toxin's in the water
Oh my, what a surprise
The ashes of our decadence
Help our Mother replace
Her limited resources
Which we so arrogantly raped

The mossy grave of Humanity
Rises up from the swamp
Newly hot, wet, sticky
Teeming with an abundance of life

Monuments fractured & molded
All of our humanity
Reduced to shadowed forms
&
The pearly white of bone
Crunched & shattered into dust
Our Casinos mistaken for Temples
Where we once rendered unto Caesar
Our glittering gold
Here we find the monkeys 
Binding torn silken sheets & twine
Into a nest fit for a King
The Parrots now speak
They sing out 
"Twitter!" 
&
"Facebook!"
"Paris Hilton!"
"Greed is Good"
"Titanic!"
"Harry Potter!"
"Hunger Games!"
"Move along"

A silver-back Gorilla standing alone
Matching poses with the statues
Of those other apes, long gone
He curls his fingers as a fist under his chin
He snort's with derision
"All that work,
Stupid humans
You can't eat
Marble & stone"

His new kingdom is vast
&
The journey here was long
But unlike Moses on the mountaintop
Here indeed was the promised land
Flush with flora & fauna 
Strong vines wrapping
Themselves around towering spires
For much like the Romans
There is always an End
When speaking of Empires

The Muse in Marlboro Red

Marlboro red
In both style & choice
She is a woman
With passion in her eyes
She was a Robin redbreast
With wings unclipped
&
The cage unlocked
Lady Freedom herself
If she chooses to take flight
This one has a trajectory
Instead of walking upon
She soars over the path

A beacon of self reliance
In a land of willing dependency
Bracelets dangling as a Gypsy
She stood tall among her peers
Not just in height
But in her stature as well
Her very nature answered: “Yes”
As the Universe asks: “Do you dare?”

This is all for you
One of my Muses
Who’s earned the name Ariel
So continue to bring delight to this chaos
& embrace the open Earth
For you are a piece of
Broken Humanity
& you have truly been missed 

Musings of the Last King

As I survey my Savannah 
My thoughts linger upon tomorrow
The stream bed is dry 
Dry as a month old elephant bone,
Picked clean by the Hyaenas.  

The grass is shorter this year
The earth is cracked from the heat
The Sun, that almighty star in the sky
Has become enemy instead of friend
Then again, perhaps that is too harsh a thought
There are strange smells & particles
All wafting through the air
Invisible to my eyes 
Yet not intangible to my senses
The humans are too blame
I pity them in their ignorance
I have a pride to look after
Something they make harder every day
Poachers & their loud metal thunder sticks
They bring nothing but Death
& a feast for the flies
They killed a son of mine two days ago
For no reason at all
They call this lack of reason “sport.”
My son was just a cub
He showed them curtsey
& he gave them proper signals of warning
They mocked his growls as he lay dying
I have not forgotten that day
& the too frequent days like it

I sense the danger, the coming of change
I will have to move my tribe soon
I fear the home of our ancestors
Will remain unfit for life for some time to come
Oh dear mother Earth, look what they’ve done
There are so few of us left outside of their labs & cages
Yet still they hunt us
If we so much as defend ourselves they become monsters
Creatures without mercy
They ride out in their great big honking & grinding things
They say they call them Jeeps
Ah, but the black smoke that bellows from it’s belly
Will be the death of these humans
It sounds more like what they called a Dragon
Heh, good luck taming one of those for a ride

The sky is growing thinner
& the heat is ever rising
No rain falls to save us
Perhaps it is our time to die
I will do what I must to survive
Part of me wishes to warn those humans
To tell them how our history repeats
But then I remember my son
So young, he was our future
As they have destroyed mine
I shall let them destroy theirs
When an environment is raped 
The scales of the Universe tip toward judgment
& the following annihilation will be brutal & swift
I mourn for my descendents that will never be born
Whatever survives will be but a shadow of it’s former greatness
I take one last look at the dying Sun
So very different we all are, yet so much alike
In the den I will rest & tomorrow I will give my best
I can only hope that it is enough to satisfy the balance
So there might be a future in which we continue to exist

The Violinist

Contain yourselves gentlemen & ladies, if you can
For you are about to witness a miracle
Like the Creation of the Universe
Yet this miracle will be performed by a mortal man
With a bow in his hand, this man transcends
He becomes something more than just a man
Much more, he becomes a part of the Cosmic Mystery
As he pulls this simple tool across the strings, time slows down
The sub-atomic particles in the nucleus of an atom hold still
Even the ever misbehaving Quarks stop to pay attention
The notes sing out; pure magic, man’s greatest creation
It cascades through the air; un-hindered emotion
A symphony of thoughts & ideas all played out in an instant
He commands his art, he conducts it with ease
As true as an arrow unleashed by Philoctetes of Greece
You can hear his sorrow, or his pain, whatever his desires
Just as swiftly you are swept into a field of joy & delight
An Admiral commanding a fleet of treasure galleons
Overfilled, near bursting with all that is beautiful
They sail into each & every ear
Heard by all those who have the good fortune
To be here at this singular moment
A symphony of but one
This music is our gift to the World
The saving grace of Mankind
Even the Sun wishes to linger a moment longer
But the Moon demands it’s chance to participate
The creation of a Song is proof of our divine heritage
& as the echoes begin to fade, the people can only rejoice in silence
Allowing the last waves of sound to penetrate & illuminate the mind

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Immortality

Each daring step forward
Is as a burning ember 
To an ever growing
Yet abruptly ending
Ever-lethal, mortal coil

I have known no conqueror
Nor have desire to sit upon a throne
Yet I have found the answer
To the greater mysteries of Life
I have found meaning in Oblivion
&
Strength in a broken will
I have briefly touched the Almighty
&
Stared down Lucifer in his frozen pit of Hell
More than conquered demons
I have made them pitiful in my sight
Their gnashing has ceased
Turning to a whimper & shiver of fear
For once I was a mortal man
Now see me transcended
Immortal; an Ideal

My Deviant-Art

Remember & Exist

Remember this:
Every breath is an act of bold defiance in the face of an unimaginably hostile Universe.
Your continued existence is an act of rebellion against entropy
Life is more than a blessing, life is a one off, a shouldn't have happened but did
We are living evidence of the grand complexity of the Universe
When Death comes for you, make that bastard chase you down & climb his way out of multiple traps & pit falls. Be clever, be whimsical, be serious, be cute, be funny, be angry, be passionate, fall in love, have orgasms, write poetry, make music, sing out loud. No one owes you anything but you owe life everything you have & anything else you can come up with. Redefine, broaden your vision, invent something new, EXIST.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Musings on Life - Gift for a friend


Around the bends of the Universe
She calls me to Danger
From the roar of a Waterfall
She dares me to Cascade
Within the whirling of a Hurricane
She dares me to stand Everlasting
What lucky temporal forms are we
That we should receive such bounteous blessing?
We are the seeds of the Tree of Life
May we ever grow, illuminate, shade, & prosper
To Life 

Gladiator

Go forth into the Wind brave boy; as a Gladiator
Stride forward with your flaws laid bare as stone
So that the gale may polish them into a jewel of humanity

Abyss

In the ash & sand we found ourselves 
Soldiers; mortals far beyond man
Beyond the reach of the Sun's ability to inspire
Here there is only the heat & the blood
All my life I have been a soldier
I strive to hold myself to an ideal
Those things worth fighting for
Worth dying for
The only things that matter

Now once more unto the breech my dear friends 
No
Not friends
Family
Brothers & sisters
All that's left of humanity
In this land of absolute desolation
Why would men build where the only comfort
Can be found within the shadowed places? 
Often I keep these thoughts
Quietly thinking as my life ticks away
Keeping seconds on the Clock of Doom
Yet today it does not matter
Because today is the day I die
Today, is still a good day

I will not tell you "Do not weep"
Because if no one wept
What meaning was there within my life?
No, instead I say "Live"
I am your Warrior
I am your Shield 
Hailing from a land bold & bright
Much like our Viking ancestors
We are a people of song, dance, poetry, & temper
Where no real man would strike a woman in violence 
But that same man would rain down Armageddon
Upon those who would dare try
Dying thoughts ought not be forgotten 
Neither should the memories of our Ancestors
The signing of a Deceleration
The Ringing of a Bell
Life, Love, Freedom
&
Liberty, ah, Liberty
Freedom for a Nation
Unlimited Hallelujahs upon the day
When the True America will Rise

These are my funeral rites
The gunpowder & smoke
The beating of an all too human heart
I died so that none should take it
Not enemies abroad nor here at home
As the bile blackened blood seeps out
It as if the whole of my body weeps for my Country
For once a land of patriots we find ourselves 
Erring ever close to the Grave
Where we once built Great Ships
All that we produce has come to this
Our children newborn slaves
To our incorporated & conglomerate Masters
For want of paper currency
A soul's life debt was left unpaid
The battles must be ended; 
Both abroad & at home
Only then may there be Victory
Only then may the War be Won
May our Soldiers be remembered
May our virtues not be forgot

In sympathy & sorrow we raise up two flags
One transcendent & emblazoned 
With outstanding red, white, & blue
&
Another flag for the fallen
With a color
As dark, empty, & forbidding
As the eternal depths
That shade the Gloom