Mars
male, 62 |
Raising Consciousness
Campbellville / Canada
member since 30.06.2003
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Love trying to coax music out of my guitar...lack of any talent just makes it more challenging. Have been accused of being a factoid junkie...comes from reading eclectically and a character flaw that makes me say "well, actually.." far too often. Write the odd verse from time to time, here are a few...
"One and One":
One and one is two, it's true
But one is one and two is two
Please therefore help me understand
Just what it is we mean by "and".
"Metropolis"
A hundred thousand voices in me
Point to yet as many places
Telling me to go this way or not
Yet without I seem to be
An individual, a one.
Metropolis am I
With every thought I've had
And every word I've heard or read
Spawning others in their joinings
Complicating all the rules and theories
Which tell how things should be.
Without fail, some unknown voice,
A humble member yet unheard
Will state the truth in terms so vivid clear
That no argument can dare prevail
And no dissenting voice arise.
"Species"
We gaze upon God's face of stone
To find it strangely like our own.
If dogs had gods, beneath their veils,
It's sure those gods would all have tails.
Not part of nature do we feel
But rather to this God we kneel
And find it simpler to obey
Than use our minds to find our way.
If God exists (and well he might)
We must seem simple in his sight
If he made us with goal in mind
Amusement is the one we'll find.
"Illumination"
Where time is not and thought is all
Inside the space that forms recall,
Does not the source of all that's bright
Reveal the depth and dark of night?
So true with faith as well as dark,
Can aught be seen without a spark?
Yet with what feeble light we see
We dare to seek eternity.
"Writings"
Cramped black lines
Upon the page do huddle
Reaping from the sea of soul
The tiniest dark puddle.
"We, both of us"
Was there ever a time
When you were alone
And I was a part of it all?
Was there never a point
Where the mixing began
And autumn slipped into fall?
Just why have I hidden
Your name in a box
And eaten your share of the key?
What name do you go by
Friend of a friend
What name do you now give to me?
"Love and Life"
Love forms a pact both fixed and bounded,
And yet on constant change is founded.
Love lives on time, but can't consume it,
And models heaven from a minute.
Love lets you know the other's being,
Yet with this knowing, selfness seeing.
Love means not all discord averting -
Allowing fighting without hurting.
Love's duty holds your soul in bondage,
But freedom lies within that knowledge.
Love ends with death since love needs living,
Yet love transcends by spirits' giving.
They say that love gives life its flavour,
And it's the love of life we savour.
Let this verse a finer message send:
On each other, life and love depend.
"Blur"
Today I thought
I'd tell you how
The here and now
Were all we had.
But when I saw
You as you were
I found a blur
Was not so bad.
"Fatigue"
Fatigue sits like a weight
Upon my mind
And wills my eyes
To see but find no meaning
I think it is that cold fatigue
That grows from lack of cause
And dearth of hope.
This scribbling, even
Takes effort far beyond its worth
Yet in the end says nothing.
"Edmund"
Edmund Burke looks down upon me
At home upon my wall
What would he think
What would he say
If he could see us now?
Could he have even dared to see
Our faith brought to its knees
Would he have blessed or censured
Revolutions such as these?
"Sparrows"
The sparrows flew through skies they owned
'Cross ragged lines of metal beasts
That growled and roared beneath their flight.
When one of them in some ill move
A shoulder dipped a stroke too low
And touched a wing against the bite of steel.
Indifference ruled the road that day
In mindless rush to where it went
While tumbled from the sky the bird
To fall between the deadly paths
And flutter helpless there.
Its mate without a hesitation moved
To drop beside it on the road
And stood between the coming lines
A fragile guard against the world.
Time stood still for scarce a breath
Then I was past and out of sight.
I went that way the coming day
But found the place of that last stand
Was lost in miles of endless road. |
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