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st64 Apr 2013
1.
Yes, like a marble.....

Our splendid globe.

A marvel, indeed.




2.
Blue sky
Seen from space
Clouds trapped neat.

Float free....



3.
Silent
So powerful
Sun crowns o'er
Orb.

Miracle to be-hold.

:)


S T, 10 April 2013
Yes!

Oh, yes!!

What a beautiful planet ......we have.
(Do we really have it, though?)


Oh, but we are lucky to live on!

Looking at Earth from .....on the planet....and from space, one is so easily humbled by the magnitude of MERCY.....

:)
st64 Apr 2013
1.
I have in my fingers
A blade of grass
For company.



2.
Nature helps the mind to see
How things change all the time.

Yes, I should welcome change more readily.



3.
It's just.....

It's just the secrets you keep all hid
From me
From us.

Like a new toy
You don't wanna share.

That,
I can't stand.



4.
Ever the near-invisible threads... barely touching
The outstretched branches show
So much.

Oh, how Nature plans
Yet
Accommodating

All.



5.
Ants and insects scurry along their busy path
Oblivious to the fray
Unseen by human eye.

Petals blossom, open eyes
In the the middle of the desert.

Perched high on treetops
Shiny leaves, nests nearby
Boast depth of intricacy and
Delicate motif.


Yet....



6.
Canst thee be content, also
To see also thorns upon thy path?

For, it's the background of it all
Which helps prepare our reading
Of some (hard) things we discover
Along the way.



7.
Why, naturally.




S T, 10 April 2013
Notes:

Why, none really.


Just...xerophytes can last very LONG!
(I am very encouraged by this :)


Yet, every single leaf which falls.....there's immense beauty in phases. Just takes some adjusting to the rhythm of life.

Life imposes nothing.
Just breathe.

Tides'll turn, tides'll turn......



Ps. And smile, man!

:)
st64 Apr 2013
1.
Some
Days
Can
Just

ssssssssssssss
ttttttttttt
rrrr
e
tttt
cccccccc
hhhhhh­hhhhh

So......

Into milleniac
C h a s m s....





2.
S-uck!



S T, 09 April 2013
Some days, life can throw a pretty, mean curveball at times.
Not charming.
st64 Apr 2013
1.
You go away
On camp
With big backpack
All ready.

2.
As much we'd miss you
No teary words
As such.

3.
Now, returned
Moody silence
Yet still my boy.

Big boy!


S T,  9 April 2013
Youngest son (11years) has just returned from school camp.
Three days, two nights.
Focus on environment and such.

Upon returning, he seemed so...independent, so distant!
Wow.
We are so happy to see him and he's so moody.
Maybe he needs time to adjust ....
Says he enjoyed it so much!
:)

Guess it's all part of the growing experience.....letting go.
Wish I could remember who wrote that one cool poem (maybe 'twas Sylvia Plath? can't recall now)....of letting go of one's child....?

Guess it wouldn't hurt to also remember the uber-wise words of Khalil Gibran in his beautiful poem, 'On Children'.


Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

:)
st64 Apr 2013
The world within, the world without.....

1.
Within.....

Like laser-specs wide over eyes and ears
Total immersion to it all
Cyber-screen no-one can see
And clips on eyes, for when they knock....

Can travel places, yet not move a toe
Can duel anyone, anyplace to any match
Yet, this contraption'll cost an arm or leg
No matter, not needed....chop off leg and forever p(l)ay!





2.
Without......

This is for when they decide to
Disturb your game, with something lame
You listen with such arch patience
Ramble over, time to go within....and back to.....

Plug in and ....play!


S T, 07 April 2013
Gives new meaning to.....going within
:-/

Just an outrageous outlook on a new product (not yet in existence, don't think so, lol)....where you can step into another realm via this helmet....place it over your head and....off ye go!
(We're getting there, though....in the movies)

The HelmetWor(l)d....
When you lock into this mode....you step into twisted time...so, hours later, you can, for example.....step out again...still a kid, but with a much older mind....

No prizes for guessing which path our future generations will take in this futuristic take on cyber-life.....


There was the industrial revolution at the turn of the 20th century...from manual labour in 1900...to machinery in factories (and the first car and telephone, no?)....to more refined equipment.....then, TV.......to the development of computers in the 1970's....then to the PC hardly two decades later.....and NOW, where are we?

Little rectangular blocks which allow telecommunication.....cells
The world at your fingertips, thanks to globalisation......iPads, notebooks, Net
Blocks of metal, with armchairs in...to transport you......cars, vehicles
A matte block in the living room, to entertain you......TV plus accessories
Tiny pieces of things which can hold several LP's......memory sticks
A circular disk...to watch a whole movie ...DVD's, CD's
Another type of block can watch, record and monitor.....camera
Blocks...and more blocks....

Many, many more strange and wonderful things, blah....

Yet.
Isn't civilisation moving a tad fast, at this rate?

In no other century, has technology out-paced itself as much as in the 20th century....

Not being plaintive, mind...for, benefits do prevail, no question.
(Like, advancements in medical and educational fields)

But at what holistic cost to humanity, as a whole.....when other spheres of life, are neglected?
Such as spiritual....active, organic lifestyles....non-aggressive and considerate decorum.....gratitude for small mercies.....reading (yes, reading! too many kids are not willing participants to good literature)......

What example do we show via our actions to the younger minds, who are reeling yet coping (almost alarmingly, too well!) with the onslaught of (apparently free, yet forced) ideas: frivolous trend-setting and distorted value-shaping, "inflate(able)" role-models, and the like..... through constant media barrage?

This teaches and reinforces the culture of instant gratification.

Are we doing our UTMOST to guard against that sway, ourselves?
Or merely close the eyes...and succumb.....

Maybe there's nothing we can do......just nothing.
Really?

Virtual life is not real.
What then, will reality be? (Reality-type programmes?)

Here's to "going.....within".....good luck to the human race.
We sure do need it!

Pax **** Sapien

:)
st64 Apr 2013
Stitches ov pain and ......lines to hell


1.
(Come, Yves...please, let's go....he's a megalo )
(Don't worry, it's ok...soon)

Jacques pulls us another line
Makes criss-cross stitches on Lisa's eye
While she screams atop her lungs
Yet invites us to share  ......that line.

Yves eyes it while I dress
Jacques tries to stop me, I ignore
I put on this, I put on that
While he stares, moody and Yves is ******.

(Yves, PLEASE let's go, I don't feel right)
(Relax, man....we will go soon...we got us a line...)


2.
Poor Lisa tries to sneak out, but trips and falls
Not escaping Jacques' eye
He glints and rises, while Yves apprises
We see not her fate but hear her screams.

I think I've had more than enough
What'll happen when he returns?
Jacques is demented, our moves'll be cemented
If we accept this one line...to hell!

(Yves, please....something's not right....)
(Heeeey...?? Come sssit, mannnn.....aaahhhh...)

I care not for that line.....

[slipping in and out, in and out.....so many passages here, like a maze in a   forest.....a headless run, this mare.......to seek me out, seek me out......try to hide behind the shadows in the walls and climb into the ghosts of battered souls....find little respite ......]


3.
:(After raids, Yves' body is found.....in a closet next day....and......
A gruesome ending for.....a line):

Stitches ov pain and lines...to hell.

(Pourquoi t'as pas ecoute, mon cher......)



4.
You stayed behind, while I fled on blind eye
Why couldn't you just resist that one last line?
The one that caused us all so much pain
That one, ****** line....straight to hell!



S T, 07 April 2013
Cauchemar galore!

:(

Garish nightmare, indeed!

Clear the lines, blow pain away....then see clearly
For the first time.....in a long time.
Clear that fatal line!


Pax vita

We CAN have peace in life!
Believe it.

:)
st64 Apr 2013
I want.......
Quiero un corazon, lleno d'amor
Un corazon.

A heart.....
Por que tu no esta ahi?
Soy tan solo, tu no esta ahi.

Full.....
Toco justo guitarra, por te olvidar
Por que tu no esta ahi?
Soy tan solo, tu no esta ahi.

Of.....love.
Donde es mi corazon?
Creo esta perdido.


S T,  6 Abril 2013
Un poco de amor....

Corazzzzzzzzon!
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