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Keith W Fletcher Oct 2016
I thought about this and around this for a long time, so I guess it's time to write it down.

THE NATURAL ORDER.

There is a natural balance in Earths history and mankind's tentative balance along the scale.
  When humans began to band together and create communities, control of fire / light created a need for oil . Eventually settling on whale oil.
   So it was by the grace of whatever one might want to attribute it to,that let petroleum come into play at a time when whales are in danger of being annihilated and dead horses were clogging the streets of cities in the east, left dead or dying by the Cartmen who simply unstrapped the sick or dead animal and moved on.
  .Oil / petroleum led to the creation of the internal combustion engine.
   So again a hand stirred the ***.                
  Consider these improvements( if such they were )created rapid growth and burgeoning cities . Again Providence stepped in to create radio , telephone and airplanes, essentially at a time when growth of humanity was so great , that new ways of farming , new ways of seeing the world-  were  becoming more and more necessary to a shrinking world.
   Unfortunately, at a time when we, the American initiative creators of so many trends, ideas ,Innovations and inspirations around the world, were suddenly slammed a blow that at this point, 40 years later; it's very reverberations are still being felt.
   Consider if big oil and trickle-down had not ,for spiteful and greedy involution, taken down the solar panels from the White House roof, that Jimmy Carter had installed in 1977.
  How far ahead would we be now ,in clean energy and how much less damage to the ice cap and the atmosphere would have been done??  To date... my guess is that it is incomprehensible.
  So if nature does create a balance, it seems we are coming to a critical Junction.

Right now -metaphorically speaking- we are riding shotgun in a car with a driver ,who like us ,sees cars up ahead disappearing around the curve and all hitting  their brake lights. Now any reasonable driver at highway speeds is 65 - 80 miles an hour would at least take the foot off the gas in preparation of  tapping the brakes.
  So many politicians right now are refusing to accept the brake lights... see no reason to tap the brakes to interrupt cruise control, in all actuality, completely refusing to do anything except go around the curve at full speed.
   Around that curve we may find nothing but smooth sailing ,  or we may find a catastrophe in the making.
   Nature will accept the cruise Interruption now (maybe) brakes absolutely, but Full Speed Ahead will lead to the sickening crunch of seawater rising and  spilling salt water into the lands that are used for growing crops and food -  leading to millions , maybe billions of refugees with nowhere to go.

Or we will reach critical mass of sheer ignorant arrogance and nuke ourselves into a situation that does not have the technology or population to hammer at the planet so freaking hard.

Most likely the first scenario would instigate the 2nd and those of us who crawl up out of the ashes will start the evolution to revolution journey all over again.

Ain't nature Grand ???
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2016
It is my hope
That I spend my life
Looking for who I am
And never ever find me
That's right... you see
I asked myself one day
If i.... I'm looking for myself
Am I not already me ?
So it is the act of looking
It seems that if I'm looking
For anything at all
It's for that .....
.......which I don't.....
.......want to be

Causing me to alter my course
Consistently degree by degree
Changing is growing
everyday
And that's how I know it's me
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2016
So many times we filled our minds with a perfect future forgetting all the traps no this be not how it is I just said forgetting that which is yet to be known how would one ever relapse without first having suffered through the disease... Might not a turtle look to the skies see the way the bird flies and see himself flying with the birds as we so often do ourselves back when we believe we could fly then we were told that we can't except by setting imagination and giving it wings all by just watering down the word

Not that I'm saying in any way this is wrong expanding its boundaries create more to Patrol as writers are charged with absolute guardianship and yet somehow we let political correct steal away with the words that it stole and yet I admit there are some that must naturally succumb not to the watering down to be drowned absolute beyond the ability to ever even try to dilute as you see the word painfully becomes painful leading to pain one word becomes ten upon releasing The Power Within with flagrant abandon we just toss out names to understand is to reason the connection and yet they don't seem to even get it yet connecting the word Heroes to all of those playing Friday Night Football   as I've heard them say for week after week year after year on the local TV news for me this word I shall never dilute will only give it due credit I know there may be those who wish to dispute me that's ok take a trip to the VA or the  local Clinic there you will see authentic...... be warned you may live to regret it  as it will break your heart not once when I say hi any group I pass by that I didn't get a warm reception you see well what it is that they gave though limping or twisted or folded in half with parts MIA hell of a price to pay as they proudly move on I realize it makes me wish I knew when I see what they paid I wish I knew what they saved

So turn not this word to lesser or staid
Some Heroes exist  like a mist of fine particles Universal expansion as this list grows in measure of value as light  will shine as I read of them in some obscure articles more  more. more  some will argue again it just needs to be seen so I ask them to  think what damage Overkill might manage to hring   again seeking a solution in many ways akin to  dilusion reality needs to retain their humanity and not treat them like they. are bit players up on the stage

My father was no actor albeit he did I believe him to have been heroic  all on his own and a hero with no  need have any type of dilution through and all of his 91 years he may never known He was itinerant and attached 60 years of marriage 12 kids and yet he stayed as i am number 10 born when he was all of 50 This Old Man burdened with Domesticity conflagration an awesome weight he managed to continue to carry but who I am today is in large part is  do in large measure to  him teaching me to play a game he said is called chasing down a word through the dictionary anybody who reads me now knows.....Know who it is we have to blame.   BTW I still do it  to this day.   I love chasing words through the dictionary.    Thanks Dad you were a hero to  more than you know.

E.V.Fletcher
1907--1999
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2016
No one was nearby
When I fell... So did I
In  my heartbreak and agony
Make a sound
I'm sure I heard myself
In aggrieved despair
Crying out
When no one was around

So Silence hung
all  around me
Like anger filled air
When silence screams
At those...
... Lost and Shattered dreams
When we knew ... We were through
But had not yet
Come to terms with ...
.......it!

So now you're gone
As so am I
From that place in time
We once shared

Now each side exists
Lost in the Mists
Of lies and lies and alibis
And those futile attempts
To make what's wrong seem right
Trying to create Darkness
From the smallest ray of light

So now I wonder
If anyone was there for you
When and if you finally fell
To let you know...
... If you made a sound
Or were you just a silent victim
When time  lost all hope as well

Did I make a sound when I fell
If no one was there to hear
ME
Crying out in my pain despair and agony
So I guess it's just as well
Yeah... I guess it's just as well

I guess ...
...it's just as well.
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2016
Keith W Fletcher
Jul 1 2016


Be still my thumping heart
Before you burst straight through flesh  and bone
Upon hearing  words your life you never expected to ever hear
Bringing life back to a heart once solid as a Stone
Allowing blood to flow through your now coursing veins
That had all but ceased to circulate through
In this cold and barren atmosphere where I've always had a fear 
Living was just wasted on those like me who have never had a clue

What love was like beyond
This barren land in which we've lived
Should living be any way to describe
That which we have been doing
Encased in a cocoon of solid misery
Intent upon the dead reckoning course  so long  in pursuing

So caution please when intending to send any hope
To those who have all but died inside while waiting for Redemption
Are often shriveled husks of once proud but misunderstood beings
Who have lost any and all
True image of themselves
Loveless  lives lost
In animated suspension

So carefull now as you have started
Life
Coursing through my frame
No memory of what I should be
That I have never had
-Fear reaches out to grab the arm setting off the silent alarm
That screams a warning to self preserve Or you will go Stark raving mad

STARK     RAVING     MAD!!!

But death  cannot be far removed from this' non - life refrain
So if my heart should burst this day to be shattered into dust
I should take the chance
Letting
circumstance
Guide my weary steps
Taking the hand of you
Who is now reaching out
I give my all.....all that I possess...
.... I give you my trust
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2016
Keith W Fletcher
Nov 27, 2015


Deny that you try
to be
Something that you're really not
And you will find
That the downward spiral....is infectious
With no cure for it
And no serum
To protect us
The spiral will go viral
Spreading like wildfire
Across ...the dry-parched
Landscape
Slapping you down
Trapping you with the sound
Of
Your own voice
Crying out from the wilderness

Do you really want to obsess ...
....on something...that
you don't really need to possess
Is is really so important
That you'll give up on yourself
To become a mannequin
Dressed up and standing in..
...the window
As
People go walking by
Glancing at you as they go

Do you think they really know?
Do you think they really care?
About all the things...you....
.....decided ..to sacrifice
In order to get yourself here

Nobody has to be the perfection of
A false identity
Unless
There is nothing else
That they can see
Is... as ...important as
The fantasy
That they keep building up
In.the wilderness
Where they hear their own voice
Calling out.....come to me....
Come to me --come to me
And I will show you who it is....
That you are ....supposed to be
And I will.give you everything
THAT.....YOU......DESIRE

If you can grab it ---you can have it
Then you can stand
In the window
As people keep on walking by
Believing that
You are
Someone to admire
But the dry parched landscape
And the downward spiral
Of all your false dreams
Is always being wiped clean
By the spreading wildfire
While the people ..just keep on
Walking by.....going places
LIVING REAL LIVES
While the mannequin in the window
Keeps watching
From the same spot
Still denying
That they're trying
To be --something that...
They're really not
Something that they're really not.
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2016
Keith W Fletcher


Kinda funny how sometimes
We think we know what a word really means
By synopsis / definition or context
At times which way the wind blows defines how it leans
I say synopsis for when one word equates a story
Definition for when it falls more to cut and dry
Context may allow a word to be the momentary King
Surrounded by his subjects basking in his glory

So as a poet / writer I often consider  words to be fragile
As I credit them with an almost absolute gravitational force
To move mountains control tides or  to bring me back down to earth
Able to create a picture
Of love like a painter's brush
Or painted all black in a fit of remorse

Right now in this space and time  my being occupies
It hurts my soul to hear so many words
Abused to comatose by contusions
I understand not..... this Insidious plot to destroy the very foundation
Of words on which was built this nation
Once great ...now late
In seeking a healing solution

How is it that we manage NOT
To take advantage of those words that brought us here
Where people are now paid
To bend  minds
By twisting those very same words
To the point where the human mind gets into such a bind
We're reaching the end of our ability to... comprehend
Just how this could have occurred
Apathy is that word

Now with the foot firmly in the door
So many more are beginning to awaken
You see the surprise in.their eyes
As they finally realized
That they're late

I've been yelling... I've been screaming
For what is suddenly seeming
To have been my whole **** life

Many more at the door now engaged Enraged as the battle is being waged
So now I step out away from the battle stage

And I allow myself to scream out
Loud and proud

" I've been fighting them since way back when they first tried to enter in the freaking gate!!"

My voice is weak can hardly speak
I've been screaming for so long
In my heart of hearts
I feel that
I deserve a rest
I feel that I have passed the test
Truly knowing I've done my best

For so many years I spoke out
ABOUT..
...All my fears
I always resisted those who insisted
I was looking for trouble
Where it never existed

But now I think it's been
Amply demonstrated
So that I feel I've been vindicated
But I want to be sure it's clearly stated  

"I did not fight this battle all alone!!"
It's just that sometimes
It just felt like I was ?

My part in the battle has not ended
It's just that recently I have friended
On the web
Many who
Once you listen to what they just defended
People who I'm sure carry in their eyes
Those same battle scars that I recognize
In the words that they've said

And they carry scars just like mine
In their hearts and in their mind
So I'm sure that just like me
There were times I thought it'd be
Over and done
Before the real battle had ever begun
I'm sure that they could see
Just like me
A nation of people - brain dead.....
From being spoon fed ...a diet.....
Of fear and doubt....
.....drowning in apathy!!
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