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Monday, November 7, 2011
Art Is
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Panning for Gold
I travel on the road
to nowhere.
There are old people in wheelcheers
queueing up at the food banks
with hopelessness dawning in
their eyes.
There are the hapless children
of the street,
wayward and indifferent to the
suffering they inflict,
hollow is their journey.
A growing army of those
on the margins,
desparate for joy and relief
from the unrelenting grayness,
from somber mornings and the
nightmares that plague their dreams.
I travel on the road
to nowhere through
miles of parched terrain,
towering hillocks of blackened earth.
Men, women and children
features darkened by the
coarseness of dirt
crouch down on aching knees,
relentlessly searching for any bit
of gold that might be
trapped within the fabric of the
beleaguered soil.
I travel on this road
to nowhere,
into a future
overtaken by humanity's
horrific conclusions.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Earthquake
Volatile and restive planet,
cities are dispatched like
annoying growths
at the end of a surgeon's scalpel,
civilization's handiwork,
marvels of human engineering,
products of tireless effort
delivered to oblivion
within the fleeting grasp of
passing time.
Humanity is but a transient
miniscule passenger
on this vibrant world,
terribly unconvinced about
our theoretical importance,
order delivered to chaos
one moment to the next.
Early Morning on Thasos
Earth thrusts upwards to
ensnare the sky
newly enshrined by
sun's sweet and enabling kiss.
Along the hillside
engulfed in bedrock
white, red-roofed houses
shine softly in the grip
of eastern light.
From a distance
unmistakable chants of roosters
welcome the dawn with
characteristic erudition
chasing the foreboding
dreams of children out of
their sleepy heads
Synchronous sounds of a
multitude of bells
echo off the hillsides
as shepherds move their flocks
to neighboring fields
where no fences intrude.
An old man waits with
patient anticipation for the bread man
as he makes his rounds
along narrow winding village roads
hawking his fresh-baked goods.
Two uniformed girls
books in hand
step out of their houses
still laden with quiet
and walk the path to school.
Early morning on Thassos
mountainess isle in the north agean
enraptures us as willing hostages to
sun, azure skies and emerald water.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Idle Thoughts on a Wistful Afternoon
Wistful moments entice me, yet
reality continues in pursuit of
all the inescapable consequences of
being.
It is indeed a remarkable planet
circling its star that
delivers life as a simple outcome of
its unruly nature, yet
humanity has no appreciation of this
wondrous bit of magic.
Crows disrupt proud eagle's
carnivorous intentions,
plants yield up their
brilliant flowers to entice
industrious insects and
impale on human vision the
breath of the divine.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
What is the Significance
What is time's significance
within a mindless age,
life's meaning
where escapism is the norm.
Birth, death, aging
packaged for expedience by
marketers of greed,
denial the watchword,
ideas of peace
endentured upon the yoke of
dull and enfeebled acquisition.
What is time's significance
in such and age
where intellect is despised and
wisdom refuted.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
From Cradle to Grave
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
When They Find My Bones
When they find my bones,
will they know their history,
will they recognize the delicate moments,
will they trace the poignancy,
the joy and the laughter.
When they find my bones,
will memories be etched upon them,
from the hollow of my rib cage,
will the heart leave its shadow,
or some tell-tale dust to mark its
infatuations and its passions,
will the line of my pelvis
give an indication of its bygone libido.
When they find my bones,
will they detect the scars and the mending,
the time of my passing
and all its laments.
When they find my bones,
will the spirit of my presence
reside with them.
When they find my bones,
will humanity remain
haunted by the darkness.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Emotions Rag
Friday, May 27, 2011
By the Bedside of a Dying Man
Death clearly in the room,
hovering,
attending the intricate details
of departure,
waiting for permission
to descend and revoke the
transient contract of the living.
He spoke to me
of his confusion,
of his search for meaning
regarding the undeniable
status of his dying,
trying to extricate
the greedy cancer that
gripped his body,
replacing order with chaos,
stability with ruin,
trying to end its siege
with the power of his mind.
He was beyond consolation,
I took his feeble hand and
held it,
it was a final good-bye
to a man approaching the
portal of the ultimate silence
that puts all worldly considerations
to final rest.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Collateral Damage
Collateral damage,
what exactly is it?
Is it a rock band,
perhaps heavy metal,
some obscure
auto insurance term
itemizing what's not covered
in case of an accident
written in miniscule print,
a mistake a surgeon might make
in the midst of a delicate operation,
those individuals
indirectly injured from the
side effects of a nasty divorce,
debris left over from an
overzealous football game?
Collateral damage,
what exactly is it?
The stupefying carnage,
the chaos and mayhem that
accompanies ferocious and brutal violence,
the torrential flow of blood spewing from
shattered and broken bodies
separated from the yolk of the living,
the pungent odor released from
myriad corpses strewn upon fields of
overwhelming death,
the instantaneous incineration of entire families,
the horrific and bountiful products of murder
cannot be expunged by the simple application of
innocuous words in a vain attempt to
circumvent the reality of
such depravity.
Monday, March 28, 2011
From the Diary of Abraham Lincoln
Friday, March 25, 2011
Black Holes and other Cosmic Orifices
Friday, March 18, 2011
Love Song # 37
Monday, February 21, 2011
Dungeness
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Ode to Costa Rica
Sun, ever present,