Out there is not an endurance exercise, for there we test
the values held in more conventional surroundings. The other casualties
are not noble, and the point of return complex.
The only one who hasnt got the taxman on his back is the thief, and even
if unsuccessful no accomodation question arises.
Knuckle dentists.
(?) Philosphy born in blood explodes in the first fear they create
creating casualties of would each believing year. Acknowledgement
inflates with overdrafts, rather than face the landing crafts of disorder
created by Survivals truthful appraisal.
The pasts accumulation of histories mistakes
Truths do workable ... . difficulties makes.
There are those who use wealth well, just as there are those who make
poverty worse, though of the people I have known those who cherish humanity
showed that all that really matters is humanity.
Compliments without demands are always currency without which transit is
devalued.
Honesty needs courage, but discretion even more.
Must we wait till guilt has overspilt to the hilt or remembering its
previous curbs keep endurance for far worthier aims.
Now composed in delightful dream or troubled nightmare, sleep may perchance
enhance reality.
Freedoms found in living vein is cherished more as we regain.
The fishers of my only pearl...
Economics excellerate lifes pace often conflicting with survival needs.
So much so, it is surprising initiative is not taken by those diametrically
opposed to search for unified purpose to harness the wasted energy of
conflict to re-inforce human endeavour towards survival.
Lifes pace quickens, disregarding survivals needs. Those diametrically
opposed fail to harness the wasted competitive energy to ensure ...
The wasted actions of countries diametrically opposed, fail to see that the
wasted energy of conflict, if harnessed with unity could tip the balance to
meet survivals needs, and all this without the hotting up of the economic
pace and vandalism by governments precious limited resources.
Outlawing competition, wanton built in obsolescence, re-channeling of
priorities, replacing profit motives with need...
Think for a moment, there is a chance still remaining for humanity
fulfilled to get safely in unity into the twenty first century.
The obstacles are many, but even in a worsening dilemma there is enough
hope and willing effort and compassionate skill to bring this about. Know
how, in truth, it can be done.
How long must everchanging power
Make sure the uncertainty of each hour
Surely its now too clear
The cost of year ...
To live in detail the abolute error, and pass it on to others knowing it is
not enough ..
It is inconceivable with such a victory within the grasp of man, the stance
of all existing power can cling to varying individual mandates and enforce
tensions with sinister objects opposing unity where the dignity of the
individual is sacred.
It is too late to proportion blame.
On which side of the human war is the law?
A cheek that only turns in theory is like a head which turns in
retrospect, discovers respect, or like other cargoes of disrespect, though
hidden in gifted language, attach each individual right to be, and people
everywhere ask on which side of this living war is even the most liberal
law.
To those who seek perfection, I would not question such ideals, but
only the applicable way to that standard. If any society appreciated
such values, and were sensitive enough, such people would be treasured,
though in the appraisal of our times, to recognise the workable, far from
perfect, needs compromise, and co-operation with much we should never
condone is preferred to confrontation.
Throughout time the poets at the most have shown a way, but in the main,
contained by absolute power on every front. His contact with humanity but
relieved the intolerable position mankind is born in, lives in and dies in.
Focussing on actuals has a high casualty list. Now total obliteration
is a button pressed option. Here is an alternative which if handled
right can create one mankind full of individual consciousness creating
life for all.
I need no advice from you. Mankinds fate was in your hands when
with half the intent it was no problem to make the world a pleasure for all
to be born into. But your help is needed with assurances, of course,
working for the same ends.
Such utter vanity, to think where others failed, you can with an
exploded philosophy , which will create casualties for many moons to come,
to think you can ... .make it.
Feelings in every age when gone are hard to understand.
Only the deeds remain, and they are subject to all the quirks of fate, and
language altered meanings. But through the mist, out of the known yet
obscure, through the inexplicable lie, meaning emerges without beginning or
end.
For the first time in history, short cuts could resussitate
the greatest compromise of all, time to save human hurt, but it must not
rob humanity of the highest consciousness. How long in time must
happening go, before we were and are leaves us annonymous. When will it
be to be is enough, and effort to shape transit , lose the trinkets of
lethal toys , and being free from hurt.
Too much to ask, we are not made that way,
I do not accept what you say.
Before infancy's flower was put in word,
I knew thee well.
They told me of the boundaries of love.
It was a lie,
only part of the truth,
the other part was I.
I was no better or no worse than they,
I accepted it as a game to play,
and in its fulfillment found
there was no lasting ground
on which to stay.
The pathos of my own list of hurt
will tell of pain delivered
and received in the name of love
was housed in sensations climatic desire
that threw out intellect
for the burn of gratified fire.
In passions name I do beseech,
love is not learned from those who teach.
In deed alone can it be taught,
when its ever widening confines are sought,
claiming true support of infinity.
If it started with a lie,
then who are you, and who am I
And where do we go from here
Into frustration or trapped in fear?
Darkness, as a fugitive, I welcomed thee well.
Folded in your arms I rested
Or watched the night at work.
Senses came to being re-assuringly
The night became a charge of Natures care
Form and restoring functions were everywhere,
I slept no nearer home that the stone
Jacob slept upon when he was in an alien land.
Restored I emerged into the light of day
Visuals made things the same,
Though in a different way.
Yet to have felt less safe in darkness
Would have been untrue
to the sanctity of knowingness felt within.
A fugitive lives this blessing
While others, confused by allegory, know fear
Even when there is no reason near.
Enthralled I pause within a woodland way
Encompassing me the waving pine
Coercing whispers to a night sky say
On high there sings a nightingale divine.
Would I, this golden song, new word could give,
Each note, like wine
For souls unborn to steal.
This deed fulfil then swiftly move away
And grateful those will feel
With others for many a day.
In whose name or in what aim
Now is cudgelled no more with yesterdays
That died
There is no fence which has not either side.
Cursed are we the dark enlighten twentieth century greed for power stalks
humanaties hopes like never before.
Time does remain free of fear
To back to the year
truth alone inspired.
Then without stress, or mis-use of force,
to alter collisions course.
Time does remain to defuse the loss of gain,
exploited to the point of crime,
yesterdays mis-use of time.