Category Thoughts About Art & Culture
World Out of Balance
I have heard, I have the same amount of time As all of those famous folks who came before That handful celebrated in prose and rhyme Why then do I feel stressed down to my core Our world is faster paced than prior folk faced Not better, not worse, necessarily, but changed I’m sure for […]
Many Lovely Things
Coming to terms with the world at small. Do you think that means anything at all? Time: construct for cosmic construction. Pimple on God’s face: a pustule eruction. We say, hey Mom, hey Mom, look at this. We’re hushed, pushed away, just ignored. How can anyone simply ignore our bliss? Till time passed retorts not […]
Coping Strategy
We do what we can and we do what we must Time, like a fickle storm, blows a random gust Space beyond our ken, in our imagination sings Each morning amazes us and new glory brings While we grow ever madder, really quite insane A narrow scope over which our perceptions reign Analyze what lies […]
Cheap Bead on a Necklace of Stars
When will we say enough is more than enough Will it be before our world, life cries, “time out” Will we be told, exit the stage, leave all our stuff Never convinced we knew what our play’s about Where have we gone wrong in the deeps of time Perhaps, a wrong person took a rock […]
Reflections From the Reaper’s Scythe
Life, of late, runs rampant, oh so fraught Drama, danger, fire, medical emergency Reflected flickers, moments briefly caught Shine on the Reaper’s scythe for all to see Death and life are natural, have no doubt Whisper in our ears, if we will only listen Often, we don’t hear them, so they shout Look, here, hope […]
What Matters?
“You know, sometimes it is the artist’s task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left.” Itzhak Perlman Are you unemployed, underemployed, overemployed or work for multiple employers? Has this been a long-time situation? If so, I feel your pain. I have been where you are and I […]
#Slipping Points
I. The Most Addictive Drug What is, do you think, the most addictive drug If I suggest possibilities, you may nod or shrug It is neither heroine nor is it prevalent nicotine It’s something that makes us act more obscene What, you say? You believe it is crack cocaine By comparison to this, we would […]
The Inside More
I approach the sentient sentence trees at a dignified pace. I am nervous, but reverent, unarmed as seems appropriate. Under these sentence trees, I am in the moment, every sense heightened. People, places, things stack together, combining to become new shoots or already massive boles, the tops lost from sight. Like birds, tastes, sharp, illusive; […]
More Than
How will we ever know what is right Despite what all hierophants preach How do we keep our fiery hope alight Our answer’s unknown, but we reach If a word, god, didn’t exist, now, never I cannot imagine the need to coin one I been proven wrong, still, I am clever At night there’s moon, […]
The Secret Heart
Where do you think you’ll find your own secret heart The heart which speak to the secret heart of the world What pushes us away from the center, keeps us apart Which fear, hatred bigots us, around our heart curled Are we somehow kept too busy to even take one look To find that secret […]
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