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 Sep 2016 Kurt Carman
arham
Insomnia
 Sep 2016 Kurt Carman
arham
I can't seem to fall asleep most nights
Even when I've turned off all the lights
Twelve always turns to two
And I keep thinking about you
Is Nothing a place ?

The person

No where's to hide

Inside

A Light

Because now nothing is

Impossible,

A Never's Been.

There is no fear

What the nightmares seen

Because Everything is

It just is

A profundity of brighter dreams

Light shines absolutely

Love is more

Some things are better than

Never's Been

Nothing

Before...
It smells like rain this morning
8 in the city sins

Like wet grass, greens
Like electric clouds

Muffler exhaust
From the A.M. Commute

On Desert Inn Road
A millipede of Toyota Fords
And Honda Accords

Mojo takes his usual ****
In his usual spot

In the wet grass, green
It smells like rain this morning.
Should a primitive tribe be civilized?
Are we civilized or savage?


Leave them the aborigines to their home
in peace
their abode in the depth of forest.

But where's their abode?
we cut the jungle and made road
where would their babies be born?
in the smoke of engines blaring of horns
so hard for them to birth
on the dwindling patch of their earth
our Paleolithic ancestors' living fossils
who with iron will
fought bullets with bows and arrows
now falling by the bullies of progress
begging for last living space.

Leave them the way they lived so long
unspoiled with their own education and culture
let them retain their own way of life
and not make them civilized the way we are.
Jarawas, an indigenous tribe of the Andaman Islands, India.
Their population restricted to Middle Andaman is estimated to be around 400.
Encroachment in the name of progress in their core area has made them vulnerable and endangered.
This write is based on my experience while working in the Middle Andaman.
Poetry
takes on
a life
of its own
and has the inherent
unseen
connection
with all those
willing
to receive it.

To all those
wonderful
kindred spirits
out there
who take the time
to receive
what's in our hearts
and minds

who make us feel
so not
alone
.....

and though
what we say
may not be
profound
we are treated
with value

that we
belong.

Blessings

cj 2016
Such a hunger
     holy hunger
         and thirst
              such joy
                   such peace

A Holy Place
      to be

Such a memory
     to return to

The Presence of God
      is in that place.

Cj 2016
a simpler time to return to....forgotten for a moment....the memory brought to life once again by another's poem....thank you!
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