"jedidiah" poems
i have wandered these forests,
ancient redwoods enshrouding the foothills
rolling back from the great Pacific to the Sierras
this ancient range of the coast redwood
tallest trees on Earth. i walk a path well trodden
above Mill Creek water flowing to the estuary
turning around to head back to the trail-head marker
ferns and rocks protrude from the walls
sediment of time, written in the canyon walls
i ramble into a growth of California rhododendron
in full bloom, their flowers bursts of red and yellow
against the dark green leaves
here, i pause, enchanted by the consuming
majesty of this ancient place abounding in life
entirely indifferent to my passing, enduring
and, once again, i am able to return to nothingness,
suffering comes from the desire to exist, and, i remember
that there is a path that leads to the end of suffering
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 10:37 AM UTC
by Jedidiah Fleming
The World is my Kryptonite.
It was delivered by a Canaanite.
It is so very black and white.
Black as black midnight.
White as white starlight.
Hotter than a fist-fight.
Colder than a frostbite.
It tries to lure you to the fight.
Being naturally impolite.
Always swelling with pride and might.
Soaring like a meteorite.
Exploding like dynamite.
O, but it is a parasite!
Warping every human right.
Dealing every man-made fright.
Feeding like a scabie mite.
Destroying like a forest blight.
Yet it craves a ray of Light.
From it, I remain from sight.
It is worse than any stage fright.
A never-ending snakebite.
Seeing without sight.
Hearing without height.
Choking out the sunlight.
The world is my Kryptonite.
But parts of it may turn to Light.
So its pain I will carry on.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC