Thursday, June 30

Poetry

Peru’s Oligarchy and Mandates of the Master (Poetic Prose)

Poetry
Those who have fear of God in them, and are part of the ruling body of Peru, should read this; those who have no fear of God, God help you to find it, but this reading will be of little use for you:Peru's OligarchyTo the governing body of Peru, the elected ones, elected or otherwise-:For the: Judges, the police, the silent ones, the rich, the mayors, the congress people, senate, presidents, and the executive branch (the preying mantis' of the people, and there are many of you, more than can be counted: it would be safer to trust the thief of the street, than one of you):this is for you, the destroyers of the people(the liars, you know who you are-ere, think before you act, and think not you will not be accountable, nor will you escape the hard hand of God... He is no teddy-bear!)You are th...

A Rainy Day Thought (Marxism, Russia, Germany, and Surplus)

Poetry
I got thinking today of a rainy day notion, not political really, just kind of a lopsided thinking, random thinking, spontaneous -You know what I mean: thinking today what may be tomorrow, and having plan 'B' ready, if indeed one has time for plan 'B'!Something put away for the Rainy Day, and we all get them: groups, solo men, women, families, nations, and the world!Then a word popped into my head: 'Plutocracy' -I translated it to mean, "Means to power," but of course it is not quite that, it is more on the order of the rich controlling the poor, something on that order: seldom is the word used, and that is because it is a lopsided word.Then Karl Marx came to mind, and capitalism.I translated his vision this way: when every country in the world has an unconsumed surplus, capitalism will fa...

Pauper, The Neighborhood Mutt

Poetry
The dog, I have nicknamed, Pauper, whom is a stray dog in the neighborhood: a half-pint size German Shepherd Mutt!My wife and I, more wife than I, have grown to care for him,Perhaps even grown to love him in a mutt kind of way!My wife has taken him on one occasion to the veterinarians because of wounded foot, thereafter for a shampoo, -save, he needed it long before he got it: No longer smelling like a mutt, rather more like Lysol.And thereafter again, given the mutt those expensive shots... hopefully, cleaning out his system of any disease, and so forth...We tried to restore him to civilization, bring him into our home and treating him near like an equal, but he cried and whimpered...Can you picture a German Police Mutt, crying and whimpering?It's hard being a Vietnam Veteran watching tha...

The Victim

Poetry
She saw people praying and using the violence inthe name of religion at the same time, while noreligion is preaching violence. She understood thatthis kind of violence was too conflicting for peace, andyet too diplomatic for war. And that violence nosolution had; nor never none. She thought thosepeople lived in black light having blind eyes not seeingthe reality of life. She had to accept that this wickedgoodness and this pretty badness belong to our realityso vixen-like, vexing and hiding so many victimless crimes.Suddenly, she realized that she could be a new victim.She started to run while wondering where her safe place was.She was better than to expect to be caught. She understoodher fear, that fear led to frightening thoughts, those thoughtsleading to panic, that panic leading to dere...

All Men Are Like Grass, Their Glory Is Like Flowers Of The Field, The Grass Withers The Flowers Fall

Poetry
They stand like an altar with subtle fragrance their appearance could take you skyward, fine stalks and dull blades that can be sharpened in the air, lush leafy deep green, a verdant tree bearing shade Still other types exist, dried surfaces, hulls and rubbish husks on an ascending stem of the grain, derogatory remarks, retaliatory dregs, a transitional supporting plume But this could never be just about structure, rather a precautionary tale, hasty decisions, an expeditious branch Tea leaves are important as the battle of time can be won, distortions in the upper echelon, pulsing rhythm, warm waves on a ruddy skin for this can be a moment to begin to appreciate the blowing of a sea breeze concerted attempts to bring on the infinite glory of a gaze So let us become enraptured by the red...

Like Newborn Babies, Crave Pure Spiritual Milk So That You May Grow

Poetry
Mewling and puking newborn babes crave spiritual milk but what do you feed them when their mothers won't cooperate and there is a dearth of substitute beasts Don't get me wrong because animals should not necessarily be worthy of condemnation, and the female species is not above scandalous rumours or reasons for serious reproach, still there is something sacred about the act when the mother nestles her baby to her breast, the ability to provide comfort and succor is the essence of erudite transcendence, forget wild speculations about an infinite god or a divine heavenly father because this is where it really starts, intuition is profound and deep and upon the mind an indelible impression is left, love and mercy are the nutrients, the support, the foodstuff, while compassion and kindness ar...

Ekphrastic Poetry, Free Lines

Poetry
Ekphrastic Poetry- Van Gogh -Night CafeVan Gogh wanted to mix a material rainbow of colors From primary red, yellow and blue in the sense of divine. In the Holy Light, the love time of the flower clock discolors. The empty glasses on the tables lack the Holy wine. The ideal round tables assume their infinite regress, While huddling down in a stupor the lonely men around. Their eyes do not see the sense of life and true noblesse. From a corner view, silent colors search for the sound. Tables for awakening, for life and for the fate's game. In life, a complete circled awareness needs time. In many forms, the epitome of tableness is the same. It keeps a purple silence for the painted mother of thyme. This irreconcilable demon -woman hung on the left wall Needs that freedom engraved on the ...

Evil Effects for Evil Spirits and Last Words of the Soul

Poetry
Evil effects for Evil SpiritsDrinking can hardly be called an acquire habit-One's efficiency is impaired, as is ones imagination, inventiveness and quickness!No longer does one have sun-clear eyes, and in time turn into gutter-wolves!This is an evil corner in life, should you end up there:This is a corner that flourishes with both women as by men!The common corner language is coarse, degrading, debauchery.Pre-eminent respectability and discretion, laid down for the morbid craving.Unhealthy living creates unhealthy appetites and desires.The home life vanishes for the public bar.Drinking exhaust you, I know, I've been down that road!Sour stomachs, bad sanitation, one's existence is deadened by the ugliness of living in the gorge of alcoholism.So these are some evils of drink, drunkenness-Not...

Empire of Trees ((A Short Story of Fiction) (Caged Girl in the Jungles of Vietnam))

Poetry
Where trees are numerous and a soldier's eyes and ears and nose are altered, danger can be circumvented;That's a way a soldier thinks, anyhow.I moved through the rainforest with all the assurance of a soldier who has known no other life-that is to say, after six months the human being can adapt itself to whatever environment need be.And this day already my ears and nostrils had become inured to my surroundings, to such an extent, I could overhear the Viet Cong, and the familiar sounds and odors of the jungle, increasing as I silently moved in its direction.There are many strange things in the orient, in its jungles, that the western mind cannot grasp.To include ghosts, tigers.I have seen them myself, ghosts, yes ghosts, with dirt and sweat on their faces, and legs, and arms.For many this i...

The Little Child

Poetry
It was a sunny afternoon and I was spending some lovely bonding time with my 7 months old in a park. I laid her on a soft cotton sheet and watched her play with leafs, grass roots and dry branches. She was curious towards everything she saw and touched, and the innocence was reflected in her eyes and on her face. Her ability to appreciate simple things like birds, grass and trees amazed and touched me deeply.As adults, we all have so many goals to achieve, so many standards to uphold and so many buckets of the past that we cannot let go. Too often we are immersed in our grown-up world that we forget it does not take much for us to smile, laugh and enjoy our day to day life. The inspiration of living and enjoying the moment does not come from others, but lies within ourselves. That is somet...