Chaos of Insanity

Wildebeest, wildebeest - why do you run

Lurching in mass across the sun?

 

Your destinations found blindly

Your reactions sound wildly

 

Seeking the waters of optimism

While crossing desert of pessimism.

 

Wildebeest, wildebeest - why do you stand

In calm; peace, that you cannot understand?

 

While reason dissolves into chaos of insanity

Where instincts save or deceive; each its own profanity.

 

The need to run is an irrepressible drive

To find respite in waters of the river; alive.

 

Or to discover that salvation is as illusive

As the image of an oasis - just beyond the elusive...

 

The composition changing into inevitable death,

Whispering:   “Wildebeest, wildebeest - run to a last breath”.


 

A Tree in Stillness

While bellicose storms overwhelm the air

A mind is filled with confusing aberration –

 

A silence bides its omnificent presence to ration

Stillness upon a tree of bare

 

And unto the burgeoning light across range of perception

Until enlightenment returns quiet to its intention.   

Silence

An inner thought occurs and

 

 

Ahh...

 

 

Silence

 

Finds me

 

 

 

Oooom...

 

 

 

And I find silence

 

 

Ahh-ooom

 

 

 

As the circle completes -

 

Silence is me.



Arise

The luminal focus of Spring light

Picturing a sacred tabernacle

Against the dormant ground

Holding apex at the steradian

Between the moment of death;

 Life;

 And the ephemeral

 

 

Laying across the cold whitened ground  

 Under the blue

 A fallen one finds reason

 To arise...

Poet Buried With Her Words

 

 

The woman lived alone

Keeping life in a swarm

Of many a young girl’s fears

Along with cascading diaries of her lost seasons.

 

 

While specters picked from the garden of mad reasons,

That horded into possessed years,

Piling each and all; covering them with deep earth warm.

For life became an idiopathic tome.

 

 

The material possessions simply implied a prone

Submission for at once, they possessed the keeper,

While the rooms disintegrated into nothingness

Where the mind had divested of all logic and muse.

 

 

And, the musicians holding empty hands do amuse

For their notes of tone color; strophic; rondo hath a grim reaper

Adagietto infusing the air with the fullness

Of Mahler’s Symphony 5 in a slow... and final atone.

5-7-5 Repeat

clepsydra speaks time

 

emptying in serpentine

 

twists to note life's rhyme

Act of Transformation

The dancer had lost sense -

Whirling about the empty stage

Leaping and twirling in blind rage

 

For silence covered his nakedness

And darkness bore away at mass of pretense.

 

So that only shadows witnessed the clarity -

Of a tiny dancer evolving into rarity

 

Where experience was at the moment

When transformation bowed to enlightenment.

A Glint Conflicts

 

 

A droplet stirs the rampaging heavens -

 

When the ocean seeks kindred -

Where does it follow

 

When the mighty rivers convex -

Which point is the ocean -

 

What form does water take

When forces and flows converse-

 

Why do each of these make greater

The less and yet – the whole?

 

A glint conflicts the vastness of nothingness.

“Nothing’s Gonna’ Change”

 

“Nothing’s gonna’ change my world

Jai guru deva om...”

 

Gotta go – gotta go Marine!

 

You cannot stay – you gotta go

Ya gotta go

Its time to live or die

 Its time to go

 

See the fire it is coming

Ya gotta move

 

See the time in your sights

You must go – life is at cross

 

Remember the days upon the pure sands

When the waves brought you in

When the crashing came to a still-

 

Young rider in youth when riding was a free

To a tunnel into a perfection of ruse -

 

Now in the mud and blood of death

You seek the rotors of the flying Cobras

Angels of death and rescue

 

Gotta go Marine – Gotta go!

Fall back and cover – fall back and look back not

 

Its insanity evolving into the zone

Where life and death decipher

The toll...

 

The dead can never know their final count -

If not who survived – remember and mourn.

“Nothing’s gonna’ change my world

Jai guru deva om...”

 

Credits: *Beatles /Across the Universe lyrics Lennon/McCartney

A Truth Bindle

A truth bindle carries with it many a fold

Once it’s opened and laid out flat; keeps no hold

Nor does it bring much warmth - in the deep of winter

When morning rules enforce one to take a stroll.

 

The night shelter’s bell rings seven times a reason

To find another day’s keep and a safe place

To ward off the bitter grips of class treason.

Surviving alone but with a threadbare coat of gray spun.

 

Standing along the highway straits

The lone wayfarer waits

For a notice, by the speeding travelers, for good fortune.

“Where are you headed, old man?”  inquires his fate.

“I am following my life to a bar, a drink and to my fellows of familiar traits”

 

And with that he kept his secrets and burden buried

Deep in his life’s knapsack which helps him slip the insanity.

He mentioned that his brother Joe, was ferried

Unto another life where trouble and pain were no longer married.

Hence, he now walks all alone until it is time that he too, be carried.

 

He stepped out from the black carriage unto the cold;

Wished me well and god speed back to family and home.

Thanking me for the time and a kindness to behold

For everyone will someday reach the same old;

Understanding that a truth bindle has a worth that cannot be told.

Act of Ambition

Oh Child, why do you wander so;

Is there not enough keep by a heaven’s star

to know –

 nor pure moonlight to leap far

into the dream’s lie within your eye

Staked...  near earth’s strained cry?

 

 

Hey Kid, the cards are dealt

To those who sit at the table

Of green felt –

As the point, standing between a spade and a heart fable,

Plays out to a last call

While the dealer’s face evaporates into a pall.

 

 

Sit old man, here by the side

And regret the many hands misplayed

And laid out wide –

For the story is same; waylaid

By youth’s unbridled act of ambition

And then negotiated away towards terms of volition.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PN9n1bAahg4



Time Passed

Time passed from there to here

While the moment came to sit near.

 

The message that was delivered in a name

Holds many fond memories of the same

Who was a builder of many things that keep

Around dolls, coins, stamps and a good family man

Who loved and is beloved in dear.

 

Time will pass from here to there

And the moments will rest.. in care.