Tag Archives: future

If We Were to Cease

If We Were to Cease ~~~~~ 1816 I feel the fool tonight, though certain      I hope we will crush in its birth My words, sentiments echo      The aristocracy of our moneyed corporations Statesmen, leaders long dead      Which dare already to challenge Why should now be otherwise      Our government to a trial […]

No Reason

No Reason ~~~~~ When I see my father’s forehead, Observing a reflection of my face, I know that one day I will be dead And that time has slowed my pace. As I could not walk while a baby, I know that time may come again. And the how or why this may be, not […]

Taking Flight

Taking Flight ~~~~~ It’s so late at night, it has become very early morning Yet, here I lie, brain roiled in riot, with unclean hands. Creating, too long awake, intent; I should be snoring. Time it is, passing; I seized uncharted, unnamed lands. Until a nascent answer lives, I shall not cringe nor beg. Review, […]

Once Known

Once Known ~~~~~ Where do we find what we need? The basics, not only food, clothing, shelter, but also music, art, performance and poetry. Also the grandeur of nature, wherever and however it appears to us. Beyond the ultimate basics, keeping our bodies alive and replicating our species, we require the awe of creation which […]


Memory ~~~~~ Music alone can carry us to lands far-off in distance, time, where we remember or we imagine where we are, how we feel. The stately motion, a wandering river. Hear birds sing sweetly, as they flit along the shore. Though we sail past, leave them behind; they are with us, still. Do we […]

Express Me

Express Me ~~~~~ Art must be thrown ahead of what is happening now, like a quarterback’s pass must be thrown to where a receiver will be, not where they were when the pass was thrown. Similarly, I must decide what art is for me, besides pretty pictures. What appeals to me, mostly isn’t typical, but […]

Near Maverick’s Beach

Near Maverick’s Beach ~~~~~ Sitting near the breakwater, listening to someone’s music, the gentle murmurs of waves. They build into my attention, crashing slowly on the strand, sea-walls ebb in slow-motion. A seal barks, its own reason, Foghorn moans alarm, each ten seconds; a private plane turns, angling to set-down at the airport on down […]