Seasons come and go,
But the earth abides forever –
As aged as the gods
That cradle her
In their trembling palms
So in the world,
Men come and go,
Burnt out from their lust
For the earth,
Faint from their struggles
With the gods.
Yet some find wisdom
To stamp their shaky feet
Deep in the sands of time.
And so shall this ivory me abide
When I’m gone,
To whisper to my posterity
The woes of our time.
Enslaving chains and wilderness pains
are broken on healing heavenly domain
plus graceful throne, envisioned.
Method upholds this marauding madness
aflicting us on earthly journeys through
wounded wilderness, deadly disdain
and frighful famine; distressing
humankind and nature.
Twisted minds and wicked souls
torment humankind on this earthly
journey through birth, life and death.
Yet, we came with nothing; and with
nothing, we depart to earth's dust.
Hideous hypocrisy darkens love to
hide this greatest reality from heaven's
green pastures, meadows and
river bed, unchained.
We follow this river path to oceans
lighted by divine mercy and unending
salvation; healing broken hearts and
bleeding, lost souls.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
The time to pursue your dreams is right now.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
There’s no waiting. It’s time to go.
What’s wrong? What’s the matter?
Are you alright? Please talk to me, okay?
Did you lose your home again?
Are your parents disowning you?
I’m here for you only if you let me in.
I cannot guide you, but I will be along for the ride.
They cannot put strings on you forever
If you find the scissors to cut them.
Your passions are only for you to decide.
Life on Earth could end tomorrow so why the fuck are you wasting your time?
You were born for adventure so you might as well draw your pen.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
The time to pursue your dreams is right now.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
There’s no waiting. It’s time to go.
There’s one thing that you need to know;
It’s to always keep an open mind.
You will possess such beautiful magic
If you would only take a chance.
The universe is so much bigger than we realize.
The sun will not last forever. It’s just a fireball that can burn out.
Marine life is going extinct and it’s all our fault.
Life on Earth could end tomorrow so why the fuck are you wasting your time?
You were born for adventure so you might as well draw your pen.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
The time to pursue your dreams is right now.
Life’s too short. Life’s too short.
There’s no waiting. It’s time to go.
From my knotty pine writing table
Where I always feel strong and able
I have built a world on typing paper
Where I rule mighty as any dictator
I’ve made a comfortable place of it
For all the pages make a very nice fit
Just the right size for each emotion
And now my life has less commotion
I have company hanging on every wall
People young old short fat and tall
Some funny some in love some whine
All are the brush strokes of my mind
I create interesting conversations
And fabricate all sorts of relations
Everyone does exactly as I deem -
Acting out my every written scene
I know each and every person by name
Know addresses and where they remain
I hear every breath - each spoken line
Without me they’ve no voice or design
I have built a world where I am safe
Where I’m boss so can be early or late
Look out the window - see what I want
Or just hang out - and be nonchalant
I’ve worked diligently near every day
Writing down everything I had to say
Planting many colorful fields of rhyme
And generally having a very good time
But as good as things are I must admit
Something is missing for a perfect fit
For what is a writer without readers
Or a prophet without true believers
So I invite you into my literary home
Invite you to visit and to freely roam
Thru the still crisp pages of my mind
I do hope you like what you find
As I float through space…
By jfarrell
I can only say “WOW!”; and, cry;
Our planet looks so beautiful; so blue;
So much water… So much green;
I cry, over and over;
So much TRUE beauty;
How could I not cry like a baby?
I am being crushed;
All oxygen, all my life;
Sucked from my body; but,
Damn, Earth is SO beautiful;
If this is to be the last thing I ever see
Let me float through space;
Forever.
Chaos should not cease
To dominate the world.
O yes, Nyarlathotep;
Will rule!
No wish for harmony,
Of its Golden Age;
It was before the Fall.
Reveling in constant disorder,
But Yog-Sothoth prefers reason;
Giving His first allegiance
To the Daemon Sultan: Azathoth
Remembering old times of this God.
Cthulhu does side with Him,
But Yig supports Yog-Sothoth;
As Father Serpent of the Cosmos,
Who invented this very world...
Yog-Sothoth has sympathy,
As Dagon; the Deep One Lord
And not even he can say
What will happen when there remains
A Princess restored on Her throne,
A Princess on Ebony Bone.
Here
Running in Red, the dead said something in my head,
the dread bled lead into my being. What am I seeing? Fleeting feelings revealing, rarely repeating, can’t let them defeat me.
Rewiring through time, describing a Fire in rhyme,
that one in my spine,
it’s a Seussian crime, & I swear, I’m fine,
nothing wrong with tryin’ out flyin’ away from the well,
a human hell that cast its spell,
to Come Hither and Wither in the Nether,
be torn & tethered by its weather
be leathered & burnt
by its current,
& if it weren’t for the Hedonist’s Hedge that marked the Edge,
the wedge in my reality,
I would’ve gone in.
Instead I pledged my pursuits to the flute
her feathered fruits help me refute the polluted mutes from back
There [Ether].
"Feel it,
the sensation of breathing,
with a new friend.
Not
the addition,
but the release of a union
of muscle and sinew,
effort
cast to the side.
The breath
enjoyed
with the support
of the floor.
The ground,
the dirt below,
thinking now
of feeling the green grass
in between your toes,
the Earth,
our Earth.
Nay, she is not ours,
we are instead Hers.
Your breath...
given strength by Mother Earth.
Do you feel it?
The ebb of the Earth,
the beat,
the ancient, encompassing embrace.
Do you feel the flow
of the Ocean,
the breath of Mother Earth
made manifest?
Do you feel the presece
of the energy,
in this room,
right now?
The energy that is still,
the energy that links us,
neighbor to neighbor,
the energy of the mightiest wave
crashing onto the shore,
the wrath of the surf
felt as fury by the surfer
that Hell hath no.
The energy of the exhausted canine
resting finally on couch
with the child who so tenderly
ran it tired.
The energy when Autumn comes
when you're not quite done
kissing Summer
goodbye.
Do you feel the breath?
Do you feel your mind
spiraling all over this
whirl of whimisical words?
Do you feel the heart?
Your heart?
My heart?
The flow of energy
of the one to your left
or right?
Us all, limited not
to labels
or categories,
not by old, young,
American, skin tone,
the foolish boy or the sweet lady.
Try Human,
Homo Sapien,
try Earthling,
giggling practitioner about spirit fingers.
But,
you know what?
I do not
need to instruct,
because I feel it.
I feel you.
I feel joy,
stress, searing pain,
us joining as a whole
with our Om.
So beautiful,
you people.
This is it.
This is you, this is me.
This is Mother Earth.
I feel it.
And maybe you do too."
Yesterday, by a stream, I heard the Earth breathe and sensed the rhythm of her blood flow.
As I listened to her water rush by and felt a gentle zephyr blow.
I stood at the base of her waterfall...and by her power was enthralled
As I watched her shed her summer leaves as she welcomed in the Fall.