#lifeforce
Last night for just a few moments
I could feel my heart.
It was a shock
To feel so
Whole
Like the monochrome
Became
Colour
And
Just for
Those few
Moments
I
Felt
Life
Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 6:38 AM UTC
its your childs mind
feel it your healing
we neither hear
nor listen to thought
we be busy on the body
and its weigh in on life force
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 4:54 PM UTC
Human has been a passenger
to its limited mind
now it must become the driving force
to steer it forward
or keep crashing into its limits
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 1:59 PM UTC
You doesn't know
it knows more than it knows
and will defend itself at all cost to death I dare say
from
knowing what it thinks it doesn't want to know
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
I
"She's lovely . . . so natural."
A corpse pumped full of formaldehyde.
My grandmother? That prodigious maker of
pies, cakes, stuffing, and cranberry ice?
That lover of Burger King restaurants,
amusement parks, presidential elections, and long summer rides?
Her flushed face is like stone.
This body is a mockery of her being.
(Her fearless motion is done.)
II
She gave us life.
Crass, fond, willful. She gave us life
like turkey and stuffing.
She is the answer to our dark questionings.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
. . . go out into the evening,
leaving your room, of which you know each bit,
your house is the last before the infinite, . . .
(from Rainer Maria Rilke's "Eingang", MacIntyre translation)
The light which strikes my retina
as I look at the Great Galaxy in Andromeda
left there two million years ago.
(Hominids made tools from stone then, but had not yet
learned the use of fire.
Genetic material from certain of these hominids has been passed
from one being to another and now is in my own body.)
Millennia from now, humans who have
colonized the farthest reaches of our galaxy,
laboriously creating and maintaining Earth-like atmospheres,
will marvel that there once was a place so perfectly suited to
human life
that such labor was unnecessary. (Just as we marvel that orchids,
whose precise temperature and humidity requirements would seem to necessitate a greenhouse, grow wild in the Amazon.)
I cannot believe in a personal God,
intervening in human affairs, but stand in awe
of the terrible force which set the stars and galaxies in motion
--strewing them like so much confetti--;
the life-force running through each living creature,
as straight and true as a ray of light from that galaxy in Andromeda,
willing us to live, grow and be fruitful.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 4:04 PM UTC
The winter comes and goes
Lost in summer’s clothes
Leaves fall around me
Random memories
Bloom, then blossom
A bud in disguise
The picture tells a thousand words
You paint each one
Waiting, in hope
But the sun never lies
Cycles of the moon
Wash over your mind
Emotional
Recreational
An endless search
You will never find
Treasure surrounds you
It’s breaking the senses
And into the darkness
Dancing in the dust
Energy rises
Day and night
Feeding the illusion
And so we must…
Pursue the desire
To feel
To become
One with the other
Approaching midnight
But lost in time and space
Under moonlight
I trace a line
Across your face…
We are reflections
Barely grasping
At the youth
Slipping away from our fingers…
A secret wonder
This life is
We don’t know what
It’ll bring us…
So misunderstood
Connecting space
Yet feelings remain
True as blood
I count the times
You ran through my veins
Elements of you
Transcend distance…
And yet here
On this plain
Synchronicity
Seeking Invisibility;
I sense your resistance
Rehashed stories
Former glories
Cycle on
From one moment to the next
Going with the flow…
A lesson learned
You grow
With no rhyme, purpose or reason
Flowering, evergreen, everlasting
Yet standing tall, in your season.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
Foaming sunlight makes love
with the tender purple leaves of mango trees,
light crafts a crust of luminescence,
over the profusion of yellow and blue blooms,
avenue trees vie with each other to hold forth
their flowers on sun's water fall of light to bath.
Evening doesn't show any sign of waning
the ebullience the day had sowed in the world,
"ANANDA" though unspoken as a word, aloud
is heard by inner being, making everyone rejoice,
living and nonliving seamlessly join in,
and swim in the swelling waters of force of life.
past invisible floats gently to the present
flows towards a sea of tranquility crossing nights.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
The blood vats
Stirring clotting goo
A tepid sticky stew
Crimson mess
Spilt on the floor
The hungry goblins
Gulping the pulpy gore
Plasma swimming
In spider web veins
The dripping fluid
Sticking to you
Soaking through
The stained washcloth
Swirling in the warm bath
Cloudy dispersion
Smoky mass
Dark diluting
And disappearing
Through time
And loss
So here we are
Generations of
Vampire blood
Leaching the life force
Spreading the plague
And bleeding
Life from one generation
To the next
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC