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Reflecting on Fate vs. Choice…

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Life Stream

Bobbing in a stream of life
Turbulent in place, calm in others
Believing our choices are ours 
Believing our paths are ours
That those that flow and weave 
Through us and with us are theirs
And our choices
When the Earth was carved in serpentine 
By the millions that came before
And the choices they made or did not
And the rocks we hurdle were smoothed
And made shiny by the blood of millions more
That tore their skin on the jagged challenges
As we are so often asked to contribute
So that we bounce together, and 
Sway from east to west when we must
Thinking it was our own choice to 
See the sunset 
To have a stream of conscious 
To find a quiet ride in the middle
And no longer work at carving the land
Or even to turn and swim upstream
Running into those that follow 
Disrupting and distrusting
Instead of bobbling along
Enjoying the choices made 
By and for us and for each other

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Can you feel the darkness…

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In Plain Sight

Can you feel the darkness in the light
Hiding there, perfectly in plain sight
Blowing against the winds of change
Turbulence past trying to rearrange
To resist the evidentially historical wrong
Do you feel, do you hear its siren song
For it does not go quiet in to the night
It continues, as does darkness in plain sight
For it is part of who we are and always been
For it is dark art that can never be shown again
But it is there as a sure as the sun rises each day
As long as we allow darkness to have its say
In minds distracted, and hearts hollow
With the purpose of those we follow
Giving us our failed-thoughts to believe
So our collective-darkness will never leave

 

 

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While Waiting…

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Waiting

The stench of asphalt on a hot sunny day
The incessant whine of weedwhackers
The distant hum of chillers creating
An artificial universe somewhere, not here
The flies that wander by, certainly
Attracted by the nauseating odor of asphalt
And maybe the sweat on neck of those waiting
For the world to say where to go next
For the world to have an answer to what’s next
For I do not…

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When Darkness Comes

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Public Health Officials are being threatened with physical harm and being harassed because people believe a pandemic is a hoax, and public health directives impinge on their freedoms, while they rather believe conspiracies promulgated by those who have made public health a political battleground… God help us as a species…

When Darkness Comes

When darkness comes it will not be night
It will be in a world filled with light
It will be a time when many will know truth
When we will need to hear from our youth
And yet enough will never listen and hear
The science, the data, the truth so clear
They will seek the fatalism of conspiracy stories
With their evil intent, and twittering flurries 
As every con artist knows, it’s the elaborate show
Witch doctors, shamans and village priests know
Just weave a story for the ignorant, to keep them sheltered
From evil they contrive, never mind science and truth altered
No, the darkness does not come in the night of fear
It comes when people hear what they want to hear
It comes when anxiety wins out over thought and reason
It comes when data and science is declared to be treason 
Then in a world full of available and abundant light
Darkness will reign along with the anxieties of night

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Entropy…

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Entropy

The irreversible slide into chaos
Order to disorder, all things decay
Unless new energy is added
Improvements are made
We are not immune to poor maintenance
We are not immune to poor stewardship
Someone asked yesterday…
     why is the world falling apart?
While denying the entropy of their own heart
Ignoring the evidence of decline
Denying the existence of malevolence
Because they hear him speak
In a language that resonates with their own heart
The vibrations set in place
Like crystals that fracture along fault lines
Established in childhood, and never questioned
Because it is what has made them feel safe
It is what has made them feel special
But no one escapes entropy

 

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Tree Song…

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Tree Song

The trees sing with the wind and seasons
With their song and for their own reasons
The sunlight filters as a reflection of notes
Treble in the manner that the leaves denotes
The shadows are the base, the cool base
Where creatures find their  hiding place
And scurry with purpose if they show
To where, only they would know
And butterflies flash their colors in brief visits
As they flit in the sun as hopeless romantics
And the deer in the shadows watch warily
As we stroll our path, blithely and merrily 

*** did you see the deer?

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Dreams of a Certain Age…

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Dreams of a Certain Age

Dreams of all-ages inform, and develop our fears
Develop our present,  fill out our futures
Adjust our memories of great and past glories
Or may feed the monster, our anxieties

We should be able to use them as we need
throughout life as a measure of ourselves
As a measure of how we fit into the world
Of the past, present and the future

Dreams of youth are for envisioning
A future-future, a world possible 
Seeing oneself in that future
Accomplishments, purposed glories, and joys

Dreams of a middle-age are for envisioning
A present-future for us and our children
Accomplishments for the family, however defined
And for higher and greater purpose and joys

Dreams of later-age are for envisioning
A present state of mind, a preservation of memories
To allow for shared-dreams of a state-of-mind
Beyond body present, but for purpose of peace and joy

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To Be Known…

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To Be Known

With all the fractures and failings
With no side-guards and railings
With all the anxiety and worries
And yet all the stories and glories
As a package of many experiences
Of who I am, beyond appearances
Except in these inadequate words I write
Or the dreams playing in the dark of night
And the time of thought all alone
I explore that Id I’ve ever known
Beyond the image of what I am
To the heart and soul of what I am
Requiring love-sharing to be shown
And it’s quiet return for me to be known

 

 

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Espresso…

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Lately I’ve been thinking of a word and then I write what that word leads me to write… I did that with Anonymity, Choices, and Taste… today I awoke with a word in my mind I seldom use anymore, as I don’t have a machine, and I don’t go out for coffee… the word is Espresso…

Espresso

Exotic gift from Angelo
To the voluminous coffee world
Creamy, nutty, and oily
The scent of coffee and cigars
Occurs in a crazy mix of the mind
Bitter, and sweet as dark chocolate
And a name to match, espresso
It will survive sugar, just wounded, but
Milk, or cream will drown to death
Angelo’s coffee dream

*Angelo Moriondo invented the espresso coffee machine in 1884, Luigi Bezzera made several improvements in 1901…

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Pine Needles have a point…

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Pine Needles

Seemingly delicate and thin
Deceptively sturdy and precisely
And singularly straight collectors
Of rain drops at each needle point
Sparkling like diamonds in the still
Of misty morning refreshing the day
Waiting for the whisper of the wind
To shake them free of their diamonds,
Their adornment so then they can sing
Each with the resonance
Of their singularly straight and uniform length
A miracle of evergreen and ancient providence
Never jealous of the oak and maple colors
There to hold too the snowflakes that collect
In the winter and shine with the white of purity
In the perfect role of palace guards
Protecting the bounty of cones that ensure
The future, the evergreen future