#campsite
Ashes from the fire which
Cooked our meal the night
Before -- the same as
Millennia past.
Sitting under the sun and
Clear blue sky breathing
Relatively fresh air --
Though the present
Is breathed with risk,
Water drank and swam in
With similar risk.
Mating rituals
Political and religious
Arguments
Creations stemming from
Unchanged limitations
All still the same
Though more succinctly
Thought out and articulated
In modern "civilized"
manners.
Base instincts unchanged
Just brought up to date.
Green grass
Tall trees
Dense foliage
Surrounding our campsite.
Seeds floating on the wind
Through nature's many
Fallopian tubes
Landing in its own
Fertile eggs.
Elusive intermittent flashes
Of true natures ways
Like millions of spermatozoa
At mother's egg
Trying to get through to my
Modern brain
Which is forever trying to
Grasp life's purpose.
I fervently try to train
My thought patterns away
From socialized "answers"
In this advanced generation
Of ancient mortality.
MORTALITY
YES!
MORTALITY!!!
Limited
Earthbound
Trying to find purpose
Above and beyond the
Simple
Obvious
Purpose of work to live --
Live to work.
Nature seeks nothing
Beyond her simple
Purpose of
Renewing herself
Season after season
Year after year
Century after century
Millennium after millennium.
Nature never changed her
Purpose
She has always remained
Content.
But we 21st Century
**** Sapiens believe in
Our desperate clutching
That everything must
Change or rise above
Established
Obvious purposes.
Cultures are created in this
Cauldron.
Religion is the chemical
Reaction of this ill-conception
Of transcending true pure
Nature. In changing ourselves
We change nature.
In this delusion we think
All of creation is subject to
Our mastery.
The results seen in the
Present condition of nature.
Not content to accept basic
Laws of nature
We create these artificial
Realities;
Pulling down her ancient
Strongholds as we claw our
Way tooth and nail
To the top of our illusions
And delusions of grandeur.
Basic elements remain
Nonetheless.
The pursuit of greener
Pastures and primal lust
Has remained.
Seeds float on the wind.
Water courses still flow.
Seasons revolve as our
Globe spins in space.
These things remain in
Spite of our creations
And misapprehensions.
All may seem basically
The same through the
Scope of ancient days.
But trying to change
These fundamentals in
Or outside of ourselves
Creates
Mutations of the true.
Perhaps the true purpose
Of human life is nothing
More than natures...
And nature can be beautiful.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 8:46 AM UTC
The trip from Tangiers
to our base camp
was made in yellow
converted army trucks
probably WW2.
30 of us sat
facing the wind,
faces frozen
in the process.
I thought of life
after death, if there
one and hoped
there was.
When we stopped
at the base camp,
we went in the cafe
at the camp
for coffee or tea
or coke or maybe
something stronger
until our faces unfroze.
Miriam who had sat
next to me in
the seemingly death ride
talked through stiff lips:
that was some ride,
she said,
my hand got
frozen to yours.
I rubbed her hands
with mine;
we sipped
our coffees.
She talked of home
and her parents
and university;
I spoke of music
and Kant,
all the while studying
her small, but neat *******
(which I had see before
but only in the darkness
of our tents).
Who are you
sharing with?
I asked.
Still the quiet girl
I was with, but
she's gone off
the ex-army guy
she told me as he
talked non stop
of his mother
and her new partner
and how he hated him;
who are you with?
She said.
I'm with Bill now
he's ok, good laugh,
I said.
Where's ex army?
She said.
Went off and shared
with someone else,
I said.
After that we went
and found our tents,
separated male from females
by a narrow path.
Have you seen the bogs?
Bill said,
they're just
two bricks
in a walled off area;
the girls won't
like that
standing on
two fecking bricks.
He laughed,
and we unzipped
our tent, and we put
our suitcases in,
and put out
our sleeping bags
and lay down,
looking at the top
of the tent.
And there's fecking
scorpions they say,
and maybe big
fecking spiders,
so if you hear
screams
the girls have
found them,
he said smiling;
they can see
my snake any time.
I later saw Miriam
in the bar
and she moaned
about the bogs too
but the showers
are ok,
she said,
but a bit primitive.
She'd showered,
and was tip-top,
she'd come share,
(if Bill was
not there)
she said,
my tent
and camp bed.
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 2:13 AM UTC
Dalya walked
from her tent
to the block
of showers
and went in
the place smelt
of bodies
of hot skin
of damp hair
she showered
dried herself
and came out
I came out
of the men's
shower block
all refreshed
where are you
going to?
she asked me
in the town
I replied
can I come?
I don't want
to be stuck
in my tent
with the Yank
***** whom we've
just picked up
in Hamburg
Dalya said
already
she's started
about men
who she wants
in her bed
(sleeping bag)
where I am
going then?
I asked her
find some place
she replied
saucy cow
you can share
with young me
I told her
the Aussie
is sharing
the tent with
the Yorkshire
school teacher
you want me
to share a
tent with you?
Dalya said
just to sleep
I replied
and of course
everyone
will believe
I just sleep
in your tent?
I'm leaving
about 12
if you want
to come see
all the sights
of Hamburg
I told her
she nodded
and we met
dead on 12
and made love
in my tent
that's as far
as we went.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC