A Chance Forever

Human’s existence from beginning to end
Seems our time in the cosmos is tough to transcend.
Would not a god with an almighty plan
Want to build in a bit more life span?

Or are we selfish to ponder
That we are the first?
Could each big bang
Bring a chance and a thirst?

If the universe opens
And then comes to a close
Only to repeat like an unending rose,
Does life get a chance
Each time around,
Our potential beautifully unbound?

Scott Pierson

Dervish.

Dark energy, matter dark
Closed timelike dimensions
Life’s inadequate purpose
Does not 3 + {-1, 0, 1} deny
Time’s dark arrow’s curves
Renarrate our discriminations to double our future
Dark nothing was there from beginning to end.

—

Author’s notes:

1. (a) Form: A variation of Pleiades here: http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/390736.
(b) Variation: we both see we both see the letter d in runic pattern.
2. Physics is poetry. Seeing not yet the gift of coming last, 80% follow they think into nothing.

We both know we both know wild lovers in the dark. There is something within the apparent void.

Crucifix

Lifetime warranty spiked above the headboard –
Pounded, driven in.
A bloody memento for spellbound comfort.
For beleaguered convenience, every vindication.

From the reliquary a
Prefect draws Scrabble squares:
Transgressions divined in crossword.
Taking them on, like Him, and
Glaring, feeding them back to you, a
Beguiling grin:
Absolving all.

Not quite the mother, at least
Present to explain the
Pain she bears for you.

Not Santa, not Tooth Fairy,
Unworthy of the wall.

The Easter Bunny,
Harebrained scheme,
Foot hacked clean at absurdity’s altar, keeps
Suffering
and suffering
and suffering.

But you do clutch, and do not falter.

Tawdry, magical pretense,
Lurid, laudable as a
Hotdog on a stick, and just as
Tasteless.

Snake oil, tendrils crossing paths in a
Greasy Baptismal pool,
Soliciting the stranglehold.

No grace; just a
Wolf and a
Sheep.
Guess which you are.

Psyche

In asylum committed she paints on the wall
scenes of day seen through a barred window. 
Hu would know her if she could step into day
through painted walls of sorrow
But who can tell what private hell
bars thresholds of tomorrow?

Injunction

What is always changing
in permutations rearranging
the flow of night and day
the ocean in its play
the drops of foam and spray
What indeed are they
bur that which does not change

And if this seems too strange
the only thing to say
Take it all away.

Conversation

Talking to a daisy
Spring morning on a hill
All about was beauty
I could not get my fill.

I said unto the daisy
See you all of this?
The daisy smiled at me
I though I felt a kiss. 

Drink in all the world
Until your day is done,
As for me, the daisy said,
I only see the sun.

REMORSE OF THE SOULS

  Souls sit by a strange white fire

  And think about their lives

  When they drank from giddy glasses

  And ate with forks and knives

  Souls sit beside a fire

  And think of the hungry years

  When they were full of wonder

  Desire, and sometimes tears

  Souls sit by a fire

  And try to reminisce

  When joy was chocolate candy

  And the touch of a loved-one’s kiss

  When people prayed and cried

  For that glorious great tomorrow

  When they would all be free of blights

  And their minds relieved of sorrow

  When they played in the sun of Summer

  And marveled at winter snow

  And music shook their solitudes

  Wherever they would go

  Oh souls sit by a fire

  And silence is all around

  For the halls of high kingdoms are peaceful

  And peace is a quiet sound.

  ( point : they thought when they died the plagues and greivances of mortal life would leave them and they would know happiness beyond earthly exsistance. Instead, they finding themselves lonely, surrounded by a sterile environment (spotless; clean ) and yearning for the “mundane” joy they left behind. )

My House

Dog hair
Everywhere

-Andrew

Bucolic meadow
Spring flowers bloom everywhere
Such pollen - Haiku!

burt - 03 January 2010 07:51 AM

Bucolic meadow
Spring flowers bloom everywhere
Such pollen - Haiku!

(Andrew):  Geshundeit!

without a holy vision, supernatural apparition
or extra sensory perception of diabolical dimension
I have no comprehension of your specific intuition

without making accusations or implying to equate your views with superstition
I am requesting your permission for a session of admission
I simply solicit your confession
Its a question of volition with sympathy for your position of affection for religion

when oppression of one faction by its respective opposition
reflects a disgraceful satisfaction with mortal retribution
when the inevitable escalation of armed retaliation
abets the aims of nations with colonial ambitions

do you sanction such reaction
complicit with the mission
of decisive devastation with precision ammunition?

do you witness the collusion of a motivated politician
to mobilize militias with appeals to emotion?
to obfuscate conditions in regions of occupation
and suppress photo exhibition of the victims of explosions?

do you cultivate suspicion while watching television
that a muslims just a christian with the courage of his conviction?

Once upon a year gone by
A tale foretold did live.
Juliet her Romeo met,
Then both did deign to live.
Love like breathing, beyond poets’ lore
Caused Juliet, she did cause
That the next pair whom Cupid fell
Will have their love.

Juliet without Romeo, dying always, lived.

And so she cast her mind past
Now, past history, past time to find
All targets in our stories told
(Fact and fiction unite in this quest).
Target profile: that which forbade love.

That which forbade love, love forgives.

What miracle caused you to exist?

A generation apart, eye-lock,
At the start we see only each other,
Words falling into each other,
As I start to see with your eyes
And you with mine.

Allow me to know every nuance of you,
Every cell that gives you being,
Every breath and whim,
Every volition and expression.
Whatever life’s purpose,
it is fully expressed in you.
Love drinks you in.