Ocean currents
Travel far
Wind
Invisible breeze
Clouds
Effortless flight
Rivers
Endless flows
Land
Silently moves
Star light
Infinite directions
Heavenly bodies
Eternal motion
Only the animate
Marks territory
With urine and scent
Fabricated borders
Pretend territories
False barriers
Let it go
Let it flow
Ah…an unexpected productive day on the blog. Somehow, I was able to overcome Beethoven’s 7th symphony movement #2, to find some voice and words worth expressing. My final poem or muse…and then sleep. No need to wait and proof in the morning. This draft is good enough for a blog. One can always improve words, but I am tired and satisfied. Good night fellow man…and woman…sweet dreams.
Here I float
Alone
Idle
Latent energy
Naïve hope
Potential
Available to ignite
For a purpose
A grand vision
But I know what the future holds
My fuel will again be burnt
On the banal task
For money
To “earn” a living
To make a profit
Flesh slowly decays
Muscles wither away
Brain turns to mush
Bones begin to crack
Spirit worn away
Like the rocks from the pounding surf
Forced to carve a small niche
A quiet cove
Away from humankind
To enjoy slivers of beauty
Scraps of fulfillment
Oh modern civilized man
How many more beings will you sacrifice?
Slaughter to your small greedy task?
Look in the mirror
Review your past
Contemplate the Great Abyss
Imagine the future
To understand our true purpose
We were designed to excel
To challenge our uninterested God
To fight the Grand War
Thrust the flaming sword
Into the heart of darkness
And die a Noble Death
Together
Not alone
Disgraced
Unfulfilled
Wasted unused potential
Beautiful little woman
Inside and out
Small but tall
Petite yet firm
Quiet and strong
Long flowing jet black hair
Fair skin rarely touched
Pretty full lips sparingly shared
Heart and soul burned to iron
To battle the world at hand
A brave warrior you have become
Armor surrounds your being
If only I could wisp you away
In both time and space
To when you were just a little girl
To a place worthy of you
When and where you could be
A woman with a trusting heart
With an ocean-wide expansive soul
Free as the wind to become
The woman you were meant to be
And I
A man
Worthy of your love
Beautiful ruler of the seas
Power and grace supreme
Perfect form slicing the expanse
Stealth shocking death
Turns Ocean blue red
Shiny black mysterious night
Glistening white glacial ice
War paint
Dreams from wolfish past
Howling at the moon
Terrifying raw freedom
Roaming wild intelligence
Natural strength embraces abyss
No fabricated tools or laws
Noble opponent to inanimate might
Bright beast confronts infinite chaos
The eternal Battle of the Titans
Man merely a misinformed spectator
Or long gone
Failing to comprehend the Grand War
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon;
daylight or moonlight
They could not tell where to spread the net, unable to see the
phosphorescence of the shoals of fish.
They work northward from Monterey, coasting Santa Cruz; off
New Year's Point or off Pigeon Point
The look-out man will see some lakes of milk-color light on the
sea's night-purple; he points and the helmsman
Turns the dark prow, the motorboat circles the gleaming shoal
and drifts out her seine-net. They close the circle
And purse the bottom of the net, then with great labor haul it in.
I cannot tell you
How beautiful the scene is, and a little terrible, then, when the
crowded fish
Know they are caught, and wildly beat from one wall to the
other of their closing destiny the phosphorescent
Water to a pool of flame, each beautiful slender body sheeted
with flame, like a live rocket
A comet's tail wake of clear yellow flame; while outside the
narrowing
Floats and cordage of the net great sea-lions come up to watch,
sighing in the dark; the vast walls of night
Stand erect to the stars.
Lately I was looking from a night mountain-top
On a wide city, the colored splendor, galaxies of light: how could
I help but recall the seine-net
Gathering the luminous fish? I cannot tell you how beautiful
the city appeared, and a little terrible.
I thought, We have geared the machines and locked all together
into interdependence; we have built the great cities; now
There is no escape. We have gathered vast populations incapable
of free survival, insulated
From the strong earth, each person in himself helpless, on all
dependent. The circle is closed, and the net
Is being hauled in. They hardly feel the cords drawing, yet they
shine already. The inevitable mass-disasters
Will not come in our time nor in our children's, but we and our
children
Must watch the net draw narrower, government take all powers
-or revolution, and the new government
Take more than all, add to kept bodies kept souls- or anarchy,
the mass-disasters.
These things are Progress;
Do you marvel our verse is troubled or frowning, while it keeps
its reason? Or it lets go, lets the mood flow
In the manner of the recent young men into mere hysteria, splin-
tered gleams, crackled laughter. But they are quite wrong.
There is no reason for amazement: surely one always knew that
cultures decay, and life's end is death.
-- Robinson Jeffers --
Mother Earth falling and twirling
Through bottomless cold dark
She roars and burns deep down inside
Heat equal to the sun’s surface layer
Her latent power masked
Man’s time clock irrelevant
His misguided senses deceived
Slowly she moves massive blocks of land
Larger than continents
Thicker than the peak height of jets
Millimeter by millimeter her burning heart
Transforms the landscape before us
Titanic beasts collide
Arching up to airless heights
Ocean trenches deeper than Hell
Slowly swallow and burn granite mass
Immense bulges slowly rise
Dwarfing all that surrounds
Deep ocean shrouds below
Fire breathing behemoths
Man goes about his busyness
Unaware of this sample Truth
Until she takes off her mask
And the world throws him around
Like a rag doll
Demolishes his feeble structures
Burns and buries his existence
In hot ash
Drowns him on land
With an uncaring sea
He finally gains a small glimpse
Into reality
But quickly forgets
And returns to his busyness
….I couldn’t think
If only I wouldn’t listen to my heart
I could be so “successful” in this World
But I do think
I do observe what is before me
I do open my eyes and look about
My mind and heart are rarely aligned
If only what was before me was different
I would pour my blood and sweat
my heart and soul
my mind and energy
into the visions and goals before us
I would run full speed ahead in lock step
with you
Build a quaint underground city
Where a clear fresh spring flows
Encase her with impregnable armor
Supply her with ample food and wine
Equip her with our highest thoughts
Fill her with our highest music
Flatter her with our highest art
Populate her with our highest beauty, intelligence, and heart
Come now rogue rock
We are ready for a fresh start
Where have you gone lovely Muse
Please don’t be such a recluse
Your absence hangs my spirit in the noose
Hard for me to endure this abuse
Come back and lift me up to Zeus
So I can again write my muse
I’ll cook you a yummy goose
My wine will make you nice and loose
Just a few attempts to seduce
I wish you and I could re-produce
Don’t claim that I am bemuse
I promise to put you to good use
Don’t give me another excuse
Or I will write like Dr. Seuss
The young…so full of energy and excitement
The world expands before them like an infinite wonderland
The “Old”…so full of knowledge and reflection
The world expands before them like an infinite enigma
The middle…so full of themselves and hunger
The world shrinks before them like a black hole
Let the “Old” gingerly guide the young
Let the young rule the world
Let the middle fold into the lightless void
