SPRKS IN CSF: Snow

SPRKS IN CSF: Snow: Snow falls ever so gently, Dust and and water in their yin yang dance, Softly blankets the grass,withered and brown, Forgotten , is that...

SPRKS IN CSF: Snow

SPRKS IN CSF: Snow: Snow falls ever so gently, Dust and and water in their yin yang dance, Softly blankets the grass,withered and brown, Forgotten , is that...

SPRKS IN CSF: reflect I on (a poem by pc3)

reflect I on (a poem by pc3)

I want to take this space to reflect, as the future  and past draws to a close..lost to a present, almost like the inconsequential feeling to life when hurtled through the skies to the dark force,
not the force of balance but of insatiety... for lives, for all that render meaning to life...!!. .

First things first ...I say again , with more conviction now ...

I am  still afraid to reflect,
For fear if my thoughts spill out here, then can I walk with nary a care?
Or should I at every step feel smaller and weaker, in a new year...
But again, that's not in my nature,so-
I sigh with relief, for some oceans ,and many such cares
Have saved hope of being  that, oceans ...
Thank you ,president Obama, for caring, for being,
Beyond gains of now,for trying ,on the many ways...
For keeping values, reflected , and reflectives,
For thoughts, in a land that shun thoughtfulness,
Where loud matter,to keep right action,beyond all clamour...
An office, a title, not squandered,but honor kept,
For the few amongst many,valued thoughts ,
So a kindred in spirit, for our own thoughts ,values reflected here and there...



as we hurtle to the land of dark forces and lost sights,
we have to try not to be swallowed by the dark,
yet land with our antennae, in our new world order,
our antenae - evolutions' gift , just sprouting

(poem -by PC3-01/21/2017)-- but very much relevant now -dec 2017 or may be more relevant today 

SPRKS IN CSF: Harry pothen and the end of the universe ( story t...

SPRKS IN CSF: Harry pothen and the end of the universe ( story t...: "nuclear disaster may be a "tantrum away' ,said  Beatrice Fihn  The time of Harry potter could not contend to where the uni...

Snow

Snow falls ever so gently,
Dust and and water in their yin yang dance,
Softly blankets the grass,withered and brown,
Forgotten , is that smell of fresh that rise with the dew ,
As the sun smiles , hopes on spring...to future , yet so far...

Just cold seeps and settle , all hopes and scents lost to apathy,

Scant days  and long shadows...days that reflect wretched lives...
( a poem by Pc3-12/10/17)

Yet now the sun shines ,
Ever so brief, beyond the clouds,
Hopes for hope itself,
Dignity  budding ,
Portends to spring ,to warmer days,
To the suns magic, to the unseen and unsung,
 Salve  for hope, to  a future spring ,
Oh Alabama...
The parched earth need some rain and sun,
So the leaves can sprout , for humanity,
Oh Alabama , for beyond darkness....
wake , o Nation  , from hibernation...
From slumber,to the day...
( a continuation  poem by Pc 3- 12/12/17)

SPRKS IN CSF: Harry pothan and the end of the universe ( story t...

SPRKS IN CSF: Harry pothan and the end of the universe ( story t...: The time of Harry potter could not contend to where the universe is headed , hence that story could not be written. I love J K Rowling, but...

Harry pothen and the end of the universe ( story that cannot be told )

"nuclear disaster may be a "tantrum away' ,said Beatrice Fihn 

The time of Harry potter could not contend to where the universe is headed , hence that story could not be written. I love J K Rowling, but I fear she could not write the story for fear of what may come to pass.
Yet the unwritten story has to be told ,in this world of alternate realities. There was Voldemort, but because now with Voldemort's demise  harry went  into retirement . The universe had not come to a point in time  yet to think  that he( Voldemort) could be reborn as a modern Hydra ,and is now known as " the one who cannot be named".
If anyone utters the name , the head swells and regenerates into alternate realities and creates more such heads all over the universe ...hence he remains as " the one who cannot be named"
In this universe, it is now up to harry pothen ( the real harry Pothen had returned to dust so long ago and harry potter retired) or the many alternate versions of harry pothen to strive to  get the universe from imploding

The followers of " the one who cannot be named " are ecstatic...
Yes, they have seen the signs, of darkness rising, in those clouds , in their 'lead, antimony, asbestos methane'layers, and they marvel how those precisely arranged layers are at once soft and heavy to poke at the ozone ...
"yes the ozone is a bubble that don't stand a chance against the dark lord", they all chant in unison  as they run around shooting  their new shiny guns off at the ozone
" have you seen them fires burn and make the day into night , just like after the oil wells burned, so beautiful " they all coo in unison.
" Have you heard the echoes, that is like the rumble of the earth and yet maim like ignorance, so great..."
" its a beautiful thing, trust me, it is wonderful"
" yes all news is fake news , the only reality is the alternate one, and it changes like the gold and crystals in the rainbow " and they run towards the rainbow.At the end of the rainbow is their  said pot of gold ..." yes these new tax changes will make the gold grow bigger nuggets in that rainbow" they all  screech,yelping with pride

     Harry pothen is confused as the world without order is like anti-matter and he is matter , now can he ever hope to succeed, "yes only time will tell , indeed only time can ", he sighs  as the light bends and universe gets closer to imploding ...' as it has been  said in the stars, even before time was born'

SPRKS IN CSF: Sexual Harrassment - # Me too versus # Not Me ...

SPRKS IN CSF: Sexual Harrassment - # Me too versus # Not Me ...: The # me too and the talk of 'being victimized' brought up an important question to my mind.. . How many women or girls who present...

SPRKS IN CSF: Sexual Harrassment - # Me too versus # Not Me ...

SPRKS IN CSF: Sexual Harrassment - # Me too versus # Not Me ...: The # me too and the talk of 'being victimized' brought up an important question to my mind.. . How many women or girls who present...

SPRKS IN CSF: O so important (a poem by Pc3)

SPRKS IN CSF: O so important (a poem by Pc3): So important I feel, I am  a snow flake Floating the web, As it floats down ... Oh so important I flutter, In the Far corners of cold,...

SPRKS IN CSF: Life , History and ...all ours?

SPRKS IN CSF: Life , History and ...all ours?: (I write for those whose voice is stilled or who cannot speak...(Peace crane 3)) My voice, my thoughts , all mine,yet for how long ... F...

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: circadian Rythm-at last your time

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: circadian Rythm-at last your time: SPRKS IN CSF: circadian Rythm-at last your time : Three scientists who unravelled how our bodies tell time have won the 2017 Nobel Prize for...

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: on Rape and molestations

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: on Rape and molestations: SPRKS IN CSF: on Rape and molestations : "The future of nations is echoed in the footfalls of its women..." In the past few day...

SPRKS IN CSF: on Violence to women...at every step

SPRKS IN CSF: on Violence to women...at every step: Gender violence is one of the world’s most common human rights abuses. Women worldwide ages 15 through 44 are more likely to die or be ma...

on Violence to women...at every step

Gender violence is one of the world’s most common human rights abuses. Women worldwide ages 15 through 44 are more likely to die or be maimed because of male violence than because of cancer, malaria, war and traffic accidents combined. The World Health Organization has found that domestic and sexual violence affects 30 to 60 percent of women in most countries.

Rape and domestic violence are words that once removed from the immediacy of the event , whether by time or  a mind set in emotional distance, just becomes just too clinical, almost devoid of all that went with it , attached to it. Hence it becomes mere words at some point and yet  at other times unreal. The Indian student's death sparked an outcry few years ago , and then it quieted down.There was a celebrity serial molestation buzz for a while, in the US and it too went quiet .
Now something is again awakened  of  the culture of rape,and its trails into  lives of someone else...It may fizzle out with time, but the directed violences will continue . That is almost a given , assured outcome, about lives...with another outcry at the next expose'  or next event that comes to light .
               All those who are harassed, go through the spacing , almost ritualistically, pushing it out  with time. You are lucky if you have done something in a retaliatory fashion , however small, because that alone gives you a certain sense of wholeness.
              How-ever, when it is repeated violence , at home,or what surround you,nay follow you in society,  then  the fabric of self gets worn...gradually shredding your identity. Thus you are no more a whole,but only pieces, as if they are all different in someways, and  the person that is you become some flyaway bits you are always gathering up.
Sometimes pushing back can be more damaging, so you wait for a chance and selectively defend parts of your integral self. Some just push it all into a sac that grows wearisome with time, then gets scarred over and your soul gets a little bit darker, as you go through life, never again consciously touching that scarred over foreignness...just barely knowing it , just barely being.
Then, some thing stirs and you remember, your wholeness, almost with the uncertainity of a dream... The memory of a whole follow you , a shadow that evolve, as the scars scale up and fall in bits...you trail through like with the shadow a constant companion, even as you seek that elusive wholeness...

SPRKS IN CSF: on Rape and molestations

SPRKS IN CSF: on Rape and molestations: "The future of nations is echoed in the footfalls of its women..." In the past few days I have read, about rape --recent , past...

SPRKS IN CSF: circadian Rythm-at last your time

SPRKS IN CSF: circadian Rythm-at last your time: Three scientists who unravelled how our bodies tell time have won the 2017 Nobel Prize for physiology or medicine. Circadian rhythm.....

circadian Rythm-at last your time

Three scientists who unravelled how our bodies tell time have won the 2017 Nobel Prize for physiology or medicine.

Circadian rhythm...
At long last your time is here
The universe turns, its measure,
All measured in small steps,
Defined , on this side of the sun,
Yet many have discounted,
Sneered at even when spoken of...
Such a wonderful state of measures;
Of the thorough status of
The Circadian rhythm, the seamless flame ,
That runs through us all, making our DNA sing its tunes ,
All to the core , all to the end and beyond...

-10/02/2017-Poem by P c 3

SPRKS IN CSF: Then,there...

SPRKS IN CSF: Then,there...: There, stare hard, into a morning... There, the sun still rises, but where?  Then, is it my eyes that sees, or my dreaming senses;  Then...

SPRKS IN CSF: Is it Our Mutations...

SPRKS IN CSF: Is it Our Mutations...: "The last woolly mammoths to walk the Earth were so wracked with genetic disease that they lost their sense of smell, shunned company,...

Is it Our Mutations...

"The last woolly mammoths to walk the Earth were so wracked with genetic disease that they lost their sense of smell, shunned company, and had a strange shiny coat"

http://www.bbc.com/news/science-environment-39142941

As I read the article , questions swirl in my ancient brain-- Are we going the way of the woolly mammoth, but in an altogether novel path to self extinction. Can we just blame our genes for all our follies, and selective destructive tendencies.(just like many  a criminal in collusion with their lawyer or any one who shirks their responsibilities selectively - 'my genes made me do it , or made me  avoid it'

Well it appears that the genes are self selectively expressing a moral code of conduct of  'lying, conning, destruction and cruel unempathetic self aggrandisation ' as a measure for success.
Hence it is no surprise then to wait for the destruction of the environment , gradual or quicker genetic miscodes , and then humans' own  decline and extinction.

    All around are emerging short sighted  planning and divisive constructs ...these along with a war mongering mentality , and creation of a cruelty de-sensitised  future generations , I believe has struck the gong of our decline and that final phase . This can be reversed only if we are to take a resource saving, compassionate ,sharing  attitude, ie. sharing with all our fellow humans, with a far sighted solutions to protect and care for that which surround us and with those whom we share  our space with (all beings and objects, including our fellow humans ). The question remains always the same... do we have the capacity to forgo an urge for short term gains , or the wisdom for caring...hope the genetic miscodes have not taken hold in the majority of humans, so that the wise counsel prevails.

If not.....adieu homo sapiens.... and before that ,adieu earth's fauna and flora...

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow: Yesterday I dreamt of the coming of spring, Birds singing in the trees, And flowers dancing in the sun;      Today, I wake, and go to wo...

SPRKS IN CSF: despite KAOS wins- the letter to my children

SPRKS IN CSF: despite KAOS wins- the letter to my children:  I look at my initial thoughts, and I am not so sure any more. But one still has to act.In the shifting sands of time , all become irreleva...

SPRKS IN CSF: reflect I on (a poem by pc3)

SPRKS IN CSF: reflect I on (a poem by pc3): I want to take this space to reflect, as the future  and past draws to a close..lost to a present, almost like the inconsequential feeling ...