Thursday, December 14, 2017
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...
Monday, December 11, 2017
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
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...
Sunday, December 10, 2017
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...
( 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)
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)
Friday, December 8, 2017
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'
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'
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