Friday, April 18, 2008

Two More Poems

Implosive Stresses
It's a fast paced world
No time for second thought
set upon by corporate parasites
masters without neophytes
the North wind's wrath unfurled
like student forgetting lessons taught

Crush the fragrance from the flower
Ignoring virtuosity of stillness
and rest comes in an early grave
is it too late for us to save
have we lost control of the power
can we no longer embrace stillness

In a concrete, obsolete metaphor
With painted flowers, silk roses
and time is a crime to waste
food is bland, no time for taste
tasteless fakes, and always wanting more
and the rural life, a threat it poses

So, to slow, to stop and flowers smell
Five will get you one or two
and pesticide applied at certain sites
may stop or slow aforementioned parasites
but perhaps it is too late, even Rome fell
perhaps merely postponed a year or a few

My Life
Caught I am, twixt worlds twain
of years of yore, of days gone before
and present day, an ever changing play
for herein lies my minds great bane

I want to live in peaceful days
as cowboys ride the thundering bovine tides
or to live a Rovers life, with no one elses strife
and avoid the fight, the battle frays

In peace I want to live, and raise a family
no more to guard, protect the yard
to stand alone no more, lonely to the core
but live in peace and raise a family

But in the changing world of today
the technological marvels, are obsolete as marbles
for minute change shall broaden the range
and the rule is to lie, steal, cheat, and betray

In the days we live I no longer belong
the world changes over fast, and forgets the past
and today's great fete, is tomorrow obsolete
and what once was right, now is wrong

They call my kind hunters in a farmers world
I say they're sheep, the walking asleep
they refuse to wake, for their dreams sake
the hunters are shepherds, the dreamers dream unfurled

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Future Tense

Once again the long dark has enfolded the heavens, the coyote choristers serenade the rolling hills, and a chill breeze breaks across a frozen lake. Once again I remain sleepless, my mind roiling with a thousand thoughts, schemes, and machinations, and once again I fill this page with my inanity, and insanity. This is not the first time, nor will it be the last as I am certain it shall occur once more, or perhaps more than that. Life drifts by at an idyllic pace, or at a headlong run, and we do our best to keep up. Confusion, and turmoil seem to be our lot in this world, thistles from out of Eden came, but at least the future is unseen. Some things are best left as a surprise.
My thoughts at times wander, and I try to determine an algorithm that will allow faster than light travel, for I have always thought that Euclidean geometry was terribly lacking, and that our current idea of physics could be more than mistaken. It is not within my grasp as I tap out this paltry note to posterity, but in the wee hours of the night some times I can see it, but as slumber fades so does the memory. It has been said that if you can imagine it we can build it, so I can imagine FTL. It is not the insanity it first appears to be, science has proven the existence of particles moving faster than light, I believe they are called Myons with a weight of 0.005Ev, though how they caught and weighed one I do not know.
It is of other things that I consider also, love or lack thereof, marriage - but to whom. I have written letters to the girl in my dreams, but I never know whom she may be, her face changes and shifts with the dreams. Sometimes she is this person, sometimes she is another, sometimes she is a Wolf bitch, ( or perhaps a were wolf). The various faces represent her various qualities, and attributes, her frailties and flaws. Even in my dreams I cannot imagine a perfect woman, perhaps my dreams must have some basis in realty. However, if I can dream it it can exist, that's what the technicians claim. It is, however, a little disconcerting to have a dream where I am kissing a beautiful young woman, and all of a sudden she morphs into a wolf bitch, even if her pelt is black.
At least I have never had a dream in which my bride has done this, that I think would be even worse than the talking lions, squirrels, and badgers, that seem to follow my dream bride around. So perhaps the girl I finally marry will merely speak to animals, but not change into one, even though wolves do mate for life. What has any of this to do with reality? Maybe nothing, then again dreams are the foundation of our realities, without dreams reality would be depressingly boring. Perchance my reality is just as screwy as my dreams, or it could just be a take on reality through my highly colorful imagination. IS this not what affects our concepts of love in the first place, our various takes on reality?
But I could be wrong, what is your opinion?