Syndication

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Blue Vacuum

Nature is a low pass filter...:
The sounds of earthquakes from Japan, rumble
Rather than clatter of rattled or shattered glass...
The trees remain as snags rather than pollen in the wind...
We remember birds from nests in our embracing winter,
And the sky is blue from high-energy light being scattered to four winds.

Planet Earth is one Low Pass filter...:
Radiation returns to space as black-body signature, having spent time,
Outward upon the unlit side from rocks and tides,
Ultraviolet light is done in by some tri-oxygen ozone,
Magnetospheres are ephemeral, but so very basic, ions dance a slow rhythm
While all life leaves behind their bones for iterative sandbox where only
Sleepy, dull-witted, slow, low energy, low maintenance, quiet child of the stars
Can joke with his friends privately about how funny some-a-something is
while playing with remains of taller mountains than we had now, founded M.Y.A.

Our Solar System is Passing low frequencies...:
The periodicity of planets takes years, and Pluto.. since discovered
Hasn't made any revolutions around the Sun.
The cycle of our star takes 11 years, changing little from yesterday and tomorrow
These vibrational cycles are milankovitchian and slower even than glacial retreat

Energy beyond, I would have to believe is one Stellar Blue jay... potentially or kinetic flying Soaking in daylight sun while looking at what remains, warm and reflecting outward Cohesive and intent upon dinner or supper, but freely wandering where daylight bespeaks...  Looking for leftovers from war against time and space... Looking for leftover remains of peace coveting nourishment.
There is no vacuum where stellar blue jays occupy,
Nor is there nothing in-between them and you.
Rare but Very Existential- and somewhere you know they're true too...
And like speck, they land to your awareness and just sound awFuL!
For their space is one blue vacuum.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Autumn in the Trees

The screams of the dying trees filter through the bleating chainsaw.
The tone of calves branded...
      The act entwined with fate, Mates the future with past.

This will create heat for future winter,
                                   but in Autumn's fall, celebration is bittersweet
The gift rots if forgotten, the lonely hibernates, the sentinals sleep frozen.

While communities draw inward and ignite sparkling hearth to keep warm by.
There are no shoulds, it's just instinct.
There is no why, we must survive...
            or end up watching fate act upon us like domesticated cattle.
I'd rather a book be that ... or a pond.
The cottonwood weeps in leaves on its lot.
While fern retreats underground to sleep.
The ivy and willow wolf prune their leaves.
Humble flower gardens wilt and melt back into dirt used up and dust,
                                                        Amidst summer's final rose bloom.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Three Minutes to Noon

I use to live ignored;
Tomorrow, mitigated.
Today be isolated all 'cause I'm illmatic
But how does any of it get better, I must ask
Yesterday I was up in my head
Tomorrow I'll be in others' thoughts
Today noone has a second or third thought for me

The phone rings silently punishing me every second
            though knowing noone wants me to be isolated

Last decade I had a silver birthday
Some decade I'll have one golden
                full of mica, starlight, and gilded frames of gold
This decade be bronze because our war party   Dirtbags
Whom are fighting alongside are tougher than nails.

The apocalypse was last week as I write this according to someone who talked to God
And his congregation spilled the beans.  I was wondering how long 5 minutes could last.
Good to know Hell isn't much worse than Heaven.

When I talked to God just to catch up... He told me I crushed my bro Dave in our games.
He didn't mention anything about the End of the World as according to Christians.
Figures, I'm the last to know these sorts of things, anyhow.

Five minutes to total annihilation persons say for the world,
But I see me only from 5 minutes until disappointment
                                explodes in my face... in perpetuity!
Until they find a cure for M.I.A.
Probably it WON'T be one when it comes around... if history belies.

Yesterday was annihilated
Tomorrow is presented
And today is just the best work I can do as isolated as I am