A TIME IN SPACE
I sat down
in a painful space.
It was a back wash of time
a time of glistening silver silence;
a formidable battlement,
where swirling radiant stars
gazed down on 12 black numerals
floating in the inky darkness.
THE CHILD’S GIFT
You’ve brought me a sea shell.
Inside its Archimedean curl
it sings the seven great empyrean seas.
My heart swells with sunsets,
with flying butterflies
the color of rainbows.
You’ve brought me a sea shell.
THE NECKLACE
If only I could step into a limo,
and like the extremely rich, drive away
with my wife and sons for an exclusive country club
where the other swells would soon move out of the way.
The band playing and couples dancing,
discover that the best part of life lies behind a kiss;
I’d change lovers with each new dance
and remember the old lesson - that a kiss is but a kiss.
Outside, by the trees and greens, I’d find
the skeletal remains of a dove
bleached white and worn thin by hungry time,
and piercing it with an auger, intensely stare
at the bitter worn World, where we marry in fancy churches
and vainly try, beneath white veils, to institutionalize love.
I startle awake with the empty sound of my laughter
and a vanishing vision of a necklace made from the bleached bones of a dove.
A TOME
Setting
Down in the infinite depths of iniquity
where the R. wing tyranny has imprisoned me
where light and happiness never descends
and where an isolated dweller endures their naked malice
a poet separated by spiteful slander
in perfect candor I reproduce their dark;
where they play
echoes from barren walls, and where I’m supposed to eat my heart out.
But, unseen by them in this foul place,
a dream grows slow and sure that’s amazingly bright,
a beautiful dream of celestial splendor, full of grace.
When it attains its furthest height
it will transcend darkness and be a radiant lovely thing:
its
Have you ever inhaled fragrances – oh gentle and good reader
with eager and innocent wonder, the old rooms and old times;
incense and rarefied light, like through a cathedral’s
stained glass fenestrate, so incredibly fine?
Now subliminal technology predisposing the immoral criminal act – oh apostacy!
to forge tyranny’s bigoted biases into popular delusions!
This coupled with invading privacy to update psy. profiles is how monsterous acts are
manufactured,
while the career criminals go free to sin again plunging courts into hopeless confusion.
Our courts try their victims:
while the law which should protect equally all citizens precious freedoms and civil rights,
becomes a R. wing weapon, to be selectively used at their whim.
The ancient mystery like the fragrance of the special woman’s face,
whose smell is so incredibly fine it seems to fill the place
with strange primitive attractions all reminiscent of her;
and, her soft garments still warm,
delicate and feminine, discretely covering they set my emotions a whirl;
a hovering perfume, faint and suggestive of primitive life.
Cover
A cover to a tome catches the eye and creates expectations,
sometimes because of crude suggestive illustrations –
a cover makes an immediate mystery
secluding the work like a seraglio, a new world perhaps with its own history.
Pictures, fabrics, colors and patterns form over
it and merge hopefully into a harmonious whole;
nothing obscures its perfect inner illumination, its soul,
its every disparate part integrated and crammed beneath its cover.
Often one could comment that the author found
a picture epitomizing themself, other editions confound
the reader, like a prostitutes embrace,
with licentious leather and seductive satins;
a youthful thrill, like a Christmas toy that gave
to every moment joy, creating growth even in today’s gaping grave.
The Text
Oppression and repression make a desolation of
the flowers that decorated our wise youth,
your beautiful eyes teeming with goodness and love,
her embrace, where my heart explored new worlds of truth,
of long wet kisses, where the world dissolved in a spell,
her passion as razor sharp as insights of the heart.
What have I now? Oh open wound, where it was ripped apart!
nothing, but a strong and steadfast commitment against those who would compel.
Dying like me, isolated, by slow degrees.
Each pale day a blank page
beneath Tyranny’s dull servitude…
Dark murder literal and figurative of Life and
never will superimpose their power over me – my body, they may destroy,
but, they can not destroy my spirit, nurtured on Her love and filled with God’s joy!
Conscious of the infinite shades of gray
of today that mutes autumn colors,
and intensifies aging gray transparencies;
the tears that fall gently on rooftops
at twilight and wash my heart
with the sea that searches for me,
the sea whose in the sky
in an all embracing mist
of shining translucent water.
Time of Truth
trapped in gray landscapes,
descending skies of closing horizons
of another existence still imminent
immobilized in gray
to the extreme limits of granite confines
exploding into beautiful great gray waves,
to be the person you desire
the personal pronoun
in my hungry quest: to know.
Banks of gray
form shapeless dimensions,
space, dressed in its best gray garments,
omnipotent, ubiquitous, indifferent and
gray, soft variegated gray,
like the sea joining the sky
vague and indistinct.
Today, God, (full of love, mercy and kindness)
is gray.
HALF WAY AROUND THE WORLD
Half way around the World, you called today,
where your chin is now stubbled and needing a shave;
where your mouth is so quick to break into a grin;
where your Mom’s kind brown eyes shine inquisitively;
where your face really is, which I encounter everywhere I look;
where your infectious laughter is spreading merry epidemics;
where your intelligent touch is strong and manly yet gentle and compassionate, too.
In my mind I find you several lovers not as dulcet sounding as you are to me,
nor as fair as you are to my starving eyes.
Its amazing how unimportant all your petty irritations
and all your major vexations now seem to be.
I think how well you weathered
all the stormy frowns, and,
how stupid only a well intending parent can possible be.
And, knowing how soon your room will fill with careless clutter
and the kitchen be left a complete wreck,
I’m filled with pensive wonder at this foreshadowing,
when you’ve finally left our happy home for good.
A WIDOWED GULL
A widowed gull wandered lonely
through the infinite blue sky;
it was a cold bright morning,
more like unborn early spring than winter
that had somehow become lost,
while rambling through the middle of December.
Ice formed on the streams
and a slight bitter breeze blew
softly through the leafless trees
where frost had frozen fast
to all the leaves of grass and palsied barren branches.
All was silent except for an abandoned cottage,
whose gate kept bitterly complaining.
ANOTHER NIGHT
Random numbers glare out of the dark; the sound of rain,
and insects lazily murmuring on a hot afternoon; a stream
cheerfully singing sliding gaily over a bed of rocks,
wind in the trees and waves playing along the seashore –
I’ve tried thinking about everything imaginable, one by one;
a city’s white noise, a solitary cloud drifting across a blue sky;
and, still I lie awake ensconced by pain, in a womb of darkness,
waiting to hear the first bird’s melancholy note.
And then, day begins again, a car goes down the street
accentuating the silence with its sound; and, the neighborhood
wakes up amidst its morning music, and, as for me
I steal by stealth three or four hours of sleep.
I couldn’t gain any more of health giving rest, lodged firmly
between pain and sleep deprivation each tired day
wearily follows the preceding, and I achingly greet
the myriad miracles and countless treasure of each uniquely precious day.
A VAST MULTITUDE
Alone, I drive through desultory time,
as a lark flying high over fields and forests,
when suddenly scattered in random clusters along the way
were a vast multitude of daffodils.
Above the city among the trees,
cavorting merrily in spite of Winter’s worst storm.
Numerous as the city lights that gleam
from the dark valley floor
they happily splashed continuously alongside my car
meandering parallel to the ancient flowing river
countless clusters kept jostling past
in gay splashes of bright yellow color.
The solemn old trees starkly stood beside them, as they
contrasted brilliantly with the green seas of deep shadows
covering the sylvan hillsides:
my spirit simply soared joyously
surrounded by such wondrous beauty!
And, my eyes tried greedily to absorb everything,
the little gold coins of sunshine infinitely enriched my life!
For ever since then on cold dark days,
when I sit pensively reflecting in a melancholy mood
there they are within, running along beside me
brightening up the good company of my solitude,
and then my heart warmly smiles
and takes off flying along with those thousands of fleet footed daffodils.
WELL MET
Darling what we’ve got is rare!
I love all that you love,
the fresh scent of Earth after a rain,
Autumn leaves and starry skies at night,
the rarefied light of dawn and twilight,
when mists rise from rivers and hollows,
and all life seems delightful.
I love snow with its pure white sculptural forms,
and frost feathers radiant on windows,
I love balloons playing with the invisible wind,
the ocean with its waves of foamy long hair
blowing freely in the breeze, and storms.
In short I love all of Nature – almost.
The Earth is a beautiful place,
unspoiled from human misery.
I like company and conversation at a leisure pace
that’s good, wise and knowledgeable, devoid of hypocrisy;
almost as much as I enjoy my own company
spent in tranquil, solitary hours.
I love
long lit galleries that stimulate the mind;
the concerts where beautiful music surges through flooding the air;
and the libraries with rows of tomes quietly murmuring away the dusty ages
of pain wearied time
then amidst mankind’s greatest minds universal struggle to dare to know and to be free
life feels joyous and fair.
Everyman’s life a circle in the great stream which travels through eternity
ending where it starts.
All ideas stated in these essays are the express opinion of the staff of the Mockingbird.
RUMOR MILL
ELECTION 2004 REVISITED
There
exists enough independent concrete evidence of Republican campaign
improprieties to suggest widespread election fraud. The Republican expenditure, well in excess of
$300 million, establishes ample motive for misguided, unethical efforts to have
been made, to protect that considerable investment. Unfortunately, nothing seems to be happening
to correct this intolerable situation. At
a minimum, a bipartisan investigation needs to be convened. The simple truth is that the results of the
last election are compromised. The
public has only one choice if we are to continue functioning as a free
Democracy; we the people should call for a new election to be conducted as soon
as possible, under parameters which would minimize expenditures and maximize
equal public access to the major party candidates. Impeaching
Before any
more elections are held, the
Please,
join with the staff of MOCKINGBIRD in calling for a nullification of the last
election. If that isn’t politically
possible, then call for a new election.
If, neither a nullification of the last election, nor a new election is
possible; then, a bipartisan investigation into the improprieties of the last
election is imperative, with meaningful realistic campaign reform measures as
its primary political objective, which adequately address contemporary concerns
about international conglomerate corporations’ massive concentrations of power
and the potential for abusing that power to corrupt the necessary and
legitimate functions of Democratic governments and to compromise a Democratic country’s
citizens’ inherent God given Civil Rights.
Efforts to impeach
Dynamics of Oppression
Let us
consider the nature of those who believe that they have come to save the World.
Let us observe the radical right. We know that they contain a large contingent
belonging to the religious community, and function as today’s contemporary
Pharisee, “A fraudulent consultation is exposed by a marvelous decision filled
with truth: Render to Caesar what is Caesar’s and to God what is God.” (
Those designated
under this heading in
Let us
pause and reflect on the injustice of mankind.
This is greatly facilitated by doing away with equality as a social
characteristic of American society. The
more a person becomes opposed to the oppressive policies of the radical right,
the more they are set up and the more the radical right tries to ruin
them. This is particularly true if they
are demonstrably right and Truth is on the opponent of the radical rights side,
which unfortunately is generally the case.
Remember, a central characteristic of tyranny is to attack all political
opponents and make negative examples of them.
This tends to generate certain social consequences; it makes society
uniformly mediocre, it motivates large numbers of people by fear, and
subdivides society into small isolated units: all of which are significant
social characteristics exhibited by tyrannical states, and, all are prevalent social
characteristics of the
Let us dig
deeper into the human heart, and learn to recognize the current injustices in
it. Those who pretend to oppose
terrorism will start a war to rob one nation of its resources (
The story
that
Let us never protest against the injustice of government, even though we are being oppressed. Rather, let’s advocate a return to Democratic ideals, and work harder to make government work for the good of all of its citizens. We need to make equality the corner stone for our Democratic government. We need to believe in the Civil Rights of all our citizens, even the hate filled iniquitous members of the radical right. This is what it means to be a Democracy that you respect the rights of all citizens, specially the ones with whom you disagree. An egalitarian society is essential for Democracy to survive and each citizen must have equal access to courts in fair and just legal proceedings, which are meaningful and not just a rubber stamp for an attack by the radical right, whose subliminal technologies established a predisposition to commit criminal acts planned by the radical right usually for purposes of propaganda and greed; and, which have turned the US courts into adjuncts of the radical right who persecutes its victims who have tragically been deceitfully tricked and trapped into committing their crimes, which further proliferates the victims of the radical right. To date utilizing subliminal virtual reality technologies, the radical right’s branch of organized crime have been able to function with impunity outside the reach of the law. The consequences have been quite severe, we’ve watched our legal system become displaced from one which protected the civil rights of all citizens to one which functions as a punitive weapon punishing those who dare to disagree with the prejudices of the extremist element that is the radical right; and we’ve watched widespread corruption based on greed become established, in the form of a double standard that has effectively eliminated equality as a meaningful social characteristic, which tolerates whatever it takes for tyranny to have its way that includes prostitution, perversion, child abuse, rape, murder, extortion and fraud; we’ve seen artificially elevated crime rates from the levels it should be with our aging population, and sadism established as a norm for compelling human behavior. What abuse of a personal freedom could match such a record generated by the abuse of power?
It’s been
almost a decade since the
The first step back towards
sustainable prosperity will be to reaffirm the fundamental characteristics of
Democracy. On that firm foundation we
can build the future prosperity of