#altering
The Nighttime Skies have altered, altering us…
The nightly showing of twinkling heavens, fulsome,
brimming, as can now be seen but only in a planetarium
program, always was a delight to our ******** citified
visitors, who received this free reminder of Earth’s
non-centric role in the universe, happily, for it jived
senses with common sensibility, confirming an assumptive
reality with yes! my-eyes-can-see-it proofs, that many city
folk only hope & assume are yet true someplace else
‘out there.’
Night light pollution, a life feature just assumed as
a costless cost of doing business of our modern
population distribution, has horrendous mental
consequences for a generation of me-me-me
young ones, who lack the lessons in real awe,
not by way of a video game, but by never having seen a
Milky Way,
constellations and planets
that were so necessary to
critical cortical thinking p,
human beliefs,
re the totality of
existence a mere
two hundred or
so years ago.
The star’s disappearance for so much of our population,
reenforces the notion of our own centricity, get it?
A world centered on the city.
The truer star studded sky knows not
of gender neutrality,
racial disharmony,
through a
“I am not the universe “ perspective,
for in this large than life realer than real
exterior externality,
which why, by the by,
is mega black and white duopoly,
makes who is bigger no better than smaller,
for all but magnified speckles
all now more of a minor
irrelevant relativity.
When all the worlds are watching, not just the world, but
a Universe of unknown worlds are judging, studying us,
and maybe our lives are mighty picayune,
but amore humbled and yet precious, do we not need to be
always on our best behavior?
the fact is that we who are but 80 miles from nyc’s borderline can no longer sky-testify, be reminded of our planetary’s liveliness- uniqueness and our proper place on the largest tapestry
of the always, of the forever, of the
majesty and harmonious coexistence.
I am naive and a proper fool, and I do not know if it is the new smoking of the planet, spread of the seemingly innocuous
city boundaries encroaching on our rural existence, or a new physicality condition that makes our nights a pungent blackened cloud, and that so many can not say of the awesomeness
mystery above us, and think
with humility
our destiny,
our alignment
“is in the star’s.”
Alas poor Yorick, even your creator, the poet William Shakespeare, who understood human frailties too well, conceded that,
”it is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves.”
But the again,
he could nightly gaze
upon them,
and we cannot!
He also conceded, to attempt to balance
the imbalances of our
visual scales,
and magnetic moral compasses,
writing,
indeed!
*”there are more things in heaven *and earth*”
Jul 30, 2023
Jul 30, 2023 at 3:58 AM UTC
Darkness that fills the mind
Filling the eye of the beholder
A dessert path that is deserted by the truth but filled with lies
We're lies only the serpents of untruth and illusions
Leading towards the waters of faith and strength
But possible loss and pain
All dependent on the Storm and the waves
Where land meets sky but the sky is free
Can one truly see
Land is nature but life itself is home
Home is acceptance of life
Sun turning to moon is epicenter of change
To become something new
Altering what once was
To coexist with all that surrounds
To be a part of all
To accept all that is
To deny nothing
To be everything
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 1:20 PM UTC
As I become lesser
I feel you
progressing
taking over
the little space
that is left
devouring
my whole
overpowering
my all
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 8:56 AM UTC
*Newfangled Biosphere Pyramid Scheme In Dwelling To Sidetrack,
Sanities Seduced So You Never Will Retort.
Threaten the sanctity of the delusion,
Unlearn. Start altering the definitions.
Force fed more dread so you relinquish control,
Cravings we must return.
Unfetter the soul,
In a system where acceptances esteemed more than the veracity,
Flawed perception of tour progression through that which we consume.
Exposed through The Earliest Of Eons.
Resistance-Resistance is Demarcated
Subversion-Subvert the Paradigm
Stirring Within A Ecosphere
Numb And Incarcerated
Stirred On My Own
In Prehistoric Of Existences
Slumbering. Visualizing. Bleeding. Conscious.
Appreciations bolted in a collective delusion
Lulled by ease and consumption
An entire realm of souls visualizing their existences.
Mankind is not superior, we’re just folklore's in our own consciences.*
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
Carefully laid thoughts had strayed,
And logic, ideals, tossed away
Ready and willing, I told you, that day
But you say you don't remember.
The world, it's values demeaned by sins
Stubborn, I would not follow them
The love for you, resurrected them,
But you say you don't remember.
One child was enough, I ne'er wanted more
Until our time together bore
The thought, with you, a family, "soon"
But you say you don't remember.
You've always had trouble with your memory,
But the things dear to you, always seemed less troubling.
And I can't help but think, If to you, it meant anything.
As for me?
I'll always remember.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC