Sunday, August 29, 2021

Crazy Apes - A Tribute to Albert Szent Gyorgyi

 Young fighters

erstwhile warriors

prepared to explode

their body parts into

organic confetti

taking hundreds with them

to death’s crematorium

for glory

for god

for fruitless revenge

for retribution

for nonsensical beliefs.


Colonialists

with daydreams of empire

and untold fortunes

dancing in their heads,

strap weapons of destruction

to their merciless portfolios

of greed,

politics like a game of marbles

played with abandon

upon our earthly globe,

ignoring the ultimate reality

of victorious death,

we depart with nothing

no matter how filled our coffers,

regardless of all the possible satisfactions of

physical delights,

we depart from the living

much like when first expelled from

mother’s luxuriant womb

with nothing except

what is required to fill our lungs

with the very first breath and

bodies to sustain us.

 

Crazy Apes

have filled their precious brains

with ideas of endless and relentless

prosperity,

that if fulfilled

with come to naught,

yet the dance continues

to the incessant beat

within the fantastic dream of

having it all,

yet the idea of cheating death

in some extraordinary journey that

will carry us beyond the finality of the grave

to an eternity where all the physical laws

fall away like some annoying and burdensome baggage,

our airy souls can then surpass the very

essence of time and space.

 

Crazy Apes

sustain themselves

upon a bedrock of  twisted concepts,

beliefs exquisitely drawn from

erroneous conclusions,

that lead to nowhere and

suggest a world that

can no longer contain them.

 

Crazy Apes

nearly eight billion strong,

sucking great gobs of matter

from the earth

without benevolence or

sensible feelings of dread,

expelling poisons carelssly into

precious air,

draining the oceans dry of

precious life,

sacrificing exquisite beauty of wild

transformative earth

with mountains of trash,

living on the home planet

as if it was not responsible for

our continued existence.

 

Crazy Apes

with a world deperately in need of mending

problems mounting,

disaster looming,

doom approaching,

more content to annhilate

each other

over trivial concerns

than join together to

choose harmony instead

when harmony is so critically needed.

 

Crazy Apes

Thursday, August 5, 2021

The Grand Illusion

There is no superhero

roaming the cosmos

balancing the cataclysmic forces

in limitless space for our

precise and mutual benefit .

 

There is no wondrous savior

ready to descend into the

human firmament

to rescue humanity from its own

reckless behavior.

 

There is no grand

all-encompassing master plan,

no magnificent paradise

engineered for the truly saved,

no other-worldly place

of eternal succor,

no fiendish caldron of

suffering and damnation,

no transcendent peace or place of

infinite interminable suffering.

 

There is an insatiable quiet

within the molecular void of

empty space,

there is an inspired chorus of

galaxies in riotous collision,

black holes that bend light into

utter darkness.

  

We are transient time travelers

marooned on spaceship earth,

moving through the generations

hapless and alone,

magnificent yet fragile,

blessed yet beseiged by

aching and profound consciousness.

 

Life is ours to fathom

within all its

fabulous and alluring

manifestations.

 

Life is ours to experience

own up to and

embrace.

 

No heavenly guidance,

no celestial validation,

no prophets that will descend

from lofty perches,

there is no rapture,

there is no escape.

 

Life is ours to comprehend

or neglect,

life is ours to appreciate

or discard,

life is ours to enhance

or abuse,

choice lies within

not held hostage in

some remote and distant

otherness.

 

Whether we persist

or descend into our own

particular and disastrous conclusion,

time unfolds,

the universe endures,

existence prevails within the

scope of the ever-present moment.