life

A Little Bit of Moonlight

 The moon has a crooked yellow smile

French crooning airs all the while

I walk with my brothers, three,

My brothers walk with me.

We rinse our soles in the dew,

Blessed as the starry secret’s few,

Alone I tire, but now together we’ve flown

They are my fire. They are my stone.

Love vibrates in my hands.

Lighting up like lunar sands.

I have her voice in my pocket,

Heart in my locket.

A tender word from the night,

From the dark data sea, out of sight.

Given by the stork of the stars,

A little piece of moonlight is ours.

Surely I know this love is no phase,

When she whispers verse not phrase

“A million worlds await” she spoke

And the night of our youth is a smoke

That is worthy

Of poetry.

Stoned Ape Short Story

Time had dawned on the World, but its rays had not yet pierced the skull of thinking creatures. It was still dark where thought would one-day shine bright to blind and to enlighten. Blissfully the creatures slept in ignorance.

This bliss was not to last.

Like innumerable other planets around innumerable stars this World had bred fertile minds. For thought to bloom however there would be need for light, and the egg of animal consciousness would have to crack to let it in.

A catalyst was required.

Divinely charged emissaries streaked into the atmospheric palace, emerging from the starry filament. They burned, consumed with the intensity of their message. Some eyes followed these celestial dignitaries, but their gazes were devoid of understanding. The message was not for them.

So it went that these patient visitors, with a brief parading flash through the skies, ended their eon long journeys in pocked craters on the surface of the Earth. Under the dome of heaven in the bosom of the virgin Gaia, in fields, in forests, in oceans, the meteors glowed red hot. None were there to receive the messages, not yet. But they would come, and they would know. It could not not be so; it had all been planned.

Will of the Universe be done.

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The Spectrum of Consciousness

colour spectrum

 

This is the spectrum of colours. All humans can see it. However, we do not all see it the same way. Reading as you are the English words of this article, then its likely that you automatically divide this spectrum as: Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange, and Red. Each colour clearly ends and is divided in another. This is a truth of the universe is it not?

Well, actually it isn’t. (more…)

Massacre Of The Yard

Should one of the creatures with the ability to decipher these very written words visit the place in which the following story unfolds they would surely find nothing spectacular. The bland tranquil openness would most likely be of little interest, and the upon digestion of the scene the spectator might condense it in the rather unexciting verbal epitome of “Yard.”   However, for the seeing eye the area was buzzing with life, and the colours blended in spectacular tapestry. The other senses were tickled with the odours mixing in perfumed fragrance, and the humming of a beautiful symphony played by a cross section of instruments of Nature that filled the space. “Preposterous!” the reading and speaking creature might exclaim, but one mustn’t speak too soon, for it is not Nature who is mute but Man who is deaf. Unfortunately, for the Yard even a slight sensibility to listening would make no difference here, for every time Man came to the Yard he came with such a being-penetrating, air-shaking, ground-rattling, and roaring companion that nothing could be heard at all. (more…)

Second Look at Social Conditioning: Dependence

It was a nice sunny Wednesday afternoon, and I was walking through a park downtown. The breeze was blowing, ducks were quacking, and up ahead a man was lying down on the path not moving. Some people walked on by without a second glance, some began to gather around, as did I, but all kept their distances. I heard some people say that he was sleeping, others that he was drunk. However, by simply moving around to see his face I clearly saw that he wasn’t sleeping. Blood stained his hair and a red streak was leaking from his open and glassy eye. We huddled around un-assuredly, and someone called 911. (more…)

Don’t Stop The Rap

Hey you! Yea you person on the bus

Dude so calloused, girl without trust

Bitchy whinny bad vibes for all to hear

You smear and sneer hate disguised fear

Don’t you know its bad to air out wine?

I’m French, so let me warn that you align

To cringe and sputter in disgust and anger

Discovering mouthful of vinegar

Instead of the sweet scarlet vine nectar

Of life sipping cup expecting better

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Oenology: science of the vines

I doubt you are licensed, maker of whine

See, autumn chill affects grape quality

Audible shrill simply makes more filthy

product you ferment on public transport

stop that export no one wants to import

Shut down the winery and test this glass

Taste, sandpaper tongue, what could come to pass

If you turn the thorn of your prose

To twist towards tolerance into a rose

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First: the crimson of your grail and being

Will not be blood splattering by beating

But scarlet passion, vibrating meaning

Budding vocabulary blossoming

Once deaf to the divine that’s now enshrined

Carved as your words to the marble of mind

So forget the meme its cool to be mean

Sick to be a queen, above and pristine

Free yourself from restricting crime and rhyme

Won’t you please find the time to shine sublime?

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Second: Go! Flow and glow, don’t stop the rap

Give in to the trap, the pop, the snap

The flow of lines the sounds that bind

The mind to the universe and find

Fire in the beat the heat of the verse

Flint of tongue sparking the soul from the hearse

Immerse in its flame converse without shame

Sharp dialects reflect who won’t be tame

Weave words of worth to win without hardship

Wounds weapons wails, forget bullshit to worship

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Peace in Eden of imagination

Love in the art of enunciation

The liquid members of this vine club

Do with divine elbows rub

Dionysus don’t kick it

With vinegar drinkers or those who make it

So put in your headphones now if you wish

Complain of slow bus so bust English

Language could bring you to destination

If you present yourself at the station

So don’t ever stop the rap

Don’t ever stop the rap

Don’t stop the rap

The Snows Of Time

The old man took a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of the cup of coffee he held before his face. It brought warmth to his being, but his exhalation came out nonetheless as a sigh, fogging up the icy pane of glass out of which he was looking. This was the kind of sigh that would have surprised his wife, bless her soul, were she around to hear it. She would have raised her eyebrows out of surprise, a precursor to her baking fresh cookies to be delivered with a kiss, but those days were gone now. He turned from the snowy evening street and faced into his shop. Here too was a life companion that had heard very few of those sighs, and this too he was now losing. (more…)

Welcome Aboard Slugger

Welcome aboard slugger
Welcome aboard slugger
Real glad to have you on the team
I’m sure you’ll find all you dream
Now just sign where it says:
 “I _________ (employee) authorize employer to scrutinize analyze and demonize my alive, unwise what I moralize, and criticize my social ties”

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The Importance of Changing Perspectives

Raise your hand in front of you, palm outwards, and look at it. Take a moment to take it in, and see its shape, see what it is. Now turn it over and look at your palm. Once you’ve taken that in, spin it around. Look at it from close, far, up or down; move your fingers around. What you have just done is exactly what you did when you were first born and were exploring the world. This is the first thing you did; your own hands and feet were the first subjects in your life of discovery. This is the innate wisdom of the child. We spin our hands around to get multiple takes on them because simply looking at your extended hand without seeing the palm or where the skin bends in the joints it is difficult to know what it is, and what it is for. Sure this might sound silly now, but that is because you know what hands are. When you were born you had no idea, and this is how you started the exploration of hands, most likely followed by experiments with smell and taste. (more…)