SPRKS IN CSF: Happy new year

SPRKS IN CSF: Happy new year: How to wish a happy new year... Trumpet it forth,loud and oft, Past few tantrums,great biggest ever ones, Past hold tight to your tummy,...

Happy new year

How to wish a happy new year...
Trumpet it forth,loud and oft,
Past few tantrums,great biggest ever ones,
Past hold tight to your tummy,
Gaurded with folded arms to hold tightly thy grand tummy,
Tumble in further chaos, in style,
Further it with tinsel and tweets,
And gand old snow storms ,
Those which come in winters ,
Thus to dispel any climate change...
Or portend future warming,until next time,
In smog filled lands,
Twwets through ozone holes,
And a Happy fools New year to you too...
 (poem by pc3-12/20/18)

SPRKS IN CSF: 'Anon' at Gilgo

SPRKS IN CSF: 'Anon' at Gilgo: "support the UN's International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women.".... 'Anon"- I had imagined it...

SPRKS IN CSF: 'Anon' at Gilgo

SPRKS IN CSF: 'Anon' at Gilgo: "support the UN's International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women.".... 'Anon"- I had imagined it...

SPRKS IN CSF: Quiet

SPRKS IN CSF: Quiet: O little lamb, stay quiet just so; Not a peep, hold your bleat , a little while,oh do... The giant lumbers on the hills, A mantle of dus...

Quiet

O little lamb, stay quiet just so;
Not a peep, hold your bleat , a little while,oh do...
The giant lumbers on the hills,
A mantle of dust his cloak,
His food your tongues...
Do you hear the mute flock,
The thunder of their small hooves,
O dear little lamb ,quiet now,
So you can, when the air is free...
Some day, oh some day you bleats..
Yonder on the hills ,eyes of the hawk,
The giant thumps - not thunder,
The earth quakes, muffled, "no air here"
On the dunes, on the jebels,
Settles the bone dust  of the shamaals ,
For the cold wind swirls in the hot breath,
The giants' breath, icicles at the edges,
Taste of tongues held like swirls of fog,
Oh little lamb, quiet your heart,yet listen;
Not in fear,but aware,and still,
The giant too moves quiet...

(poem by Pc-3, 10/24/18)

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp: Oh undignified twerp of yesterday, On the short air train ride, how did your day go? I signify you, for a short blerb, Did you feel too ...

SPRKS IN CSF: hope

SPRKS IN CSF: hope: The 2018 Nobel Peace Prize has gone to campaigners against rape in warfare, Nadia Murad and Denis Mukwege The winners announced in the...

hope

The 2018 Nobel Peace Prize has gone to campaigners against rape in warfare, Nadia Murad and Denis Mukwege

The winners announced in the Norwegian capital Oslo on Friday won the award for their "efforts to end the use of sexual violence as a weapon of war",

........

Hence there is hope for those who value the presence of conscience in the humans, at least for a moment...

May be  change in  the right direction could happen, in this world, even as each depraved act is minim in the wake of  the next appalling one ......

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...

Sexual Harrassment - # Me too versus # Not Me at all

The # me too and the talk of 'being victimized' brought up an important question to my mind.. . How many women or girls who presently occupy this earth can clearly and unequivocally say that they were never victimized in any form, not preyed upon, not violenced against or had a molestation attempt made towards them.
I for sure cannot stand under that umbrella. But I am not going to take it sitting down either. Years have gone by , even decades. I interact with those  attemptor ones on many an occasion, in family, friend groups and some even professionally. But it still  come as a surprise when in this ripe old age  of mine ,a man purposely brushes up or grabs, and  this still shocks me  into silence .
The most recent event occurred while  standing with a peer at a dinner event , my peer's husband grabbed me as he made his way to her side. what do you do...first you stare, in shocked surprise, then you recognize you have been muted, by the event and the fact that it is your peer nearby and there is no way to do much about it , its just awkward...
The occasion  of the  day and the public nature if it all further mutes you, even as you seethe over it repeatedly. I am grateful for a hawkine  hovering  by both my parents, ( even as I resented it so much at that time )so I was really spared these occurrences of untarnished sexual aggression that is laced with physical and emotional aggression until later in life... (even such a possibility did not cross my path until I was sixteen, when I yelled all the curses I could gather  at the boy  who ran to grab  me on my way back from school  and continued his run. I ran after him , threw whatever I  could grab from the road side  and then went and told my parents and the school--sixteen is elderly by the subcontinent gauge according to what I have understood from the lives of my friends at that time ).That subtle secure feeling  may have helped me to go forward despite all these and many more  that got  piled on me , sometimes I think more than a lifetime can ever handle...

Yet there is more for life, more to worth measures in our lifetimes . I say power to the rare women who can say..."not me at all". For the others , more power to them to hold their heads high and go forward ,for there is so much to be done , to make even the slightest ripple  in this oceanic vastness of powered aggressors and their deeds.
There is no time to rest, indeed .
 I just saw the news item about sexual misconduct is discussed in the capitol hill, which gives me further hope.
All of us, mothers , grandmothers, aunts  sisters and daughters  have work to do...WE ALL NEED TO STAND UP TOGETHER  , use our collective effort and make the change to change those around us , we ARE NOT victims, but powered ones who start that change ....

SPRKS IN CSF: elections in November

SPRKS IN CSF: elections in November: Facebook says it has removed 32 accounts and pages believed to have been set up to influence the mid-term US elections in November well ....

elections in November

Facebook says it has removed 32 accounts and pages believed to have been set up to influence the mid-term US elections in November

well ....
no surprise there ,  or is there?
Even if no human being  turned up to vote , may be the chosen ones will win with a
full one hundred percent turned out and unanimously voted for towards that win...

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: SPRKS IN CSF: separated , at at ,at tender age......

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: separated , at at ,at tender age......: SPRKS IN CSF: separations : words, sounds separated children,  man-made borders, shelter pets, crickets in a nuclear dust, cries , breaki...

SPRKS IN CSF: separated , at at ,at tender age...

SPRKS IN CSF: separations: words, sounds separated children,  man-made borders, shelter pets, crickets in a nuclear dust, cries , breaking souls, repeat again -- h...

SPRKS IN CSF: Pardons-for sale?

SPRKS IN CSF: Pardons-for sale?: Pardons for sale?...perhaps What price..it depends, doesn't it ... The bell tolls, but for when, for whom,where? Who chooses the que...

Pardons-for sale?

Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you ,

To give a right to defile , God's own temple?

Who indeed to get numbers up  , then again for whom ?

For satan or at heaven's gate ?, or both ??

All  fools run to pack the brick temples ,

To lay bare soul's temples ,to be ravaged , for corona ?

Dare you now in the dark of power , blindly purport

Sacredness , light and God ... all gods just names ,

Knell the death toll to sense,

Bodies lay here  heaped ,past all effort to get a breath  in ,

Suffering- all in 'God's name'?...oh dear God have mercy ,

For them who unleashed this misery , with their crosses and robes as wepons ,

And us all , who suffer beneath that curse ,

Prayer for ND and jenkins too, they are lost, all just  praise  to power 

Blinded to light  and sans sense or compassion ,

Money changers of today , they all defile humanity...

SPRKS IN CSF: Why

SPRKS IN CSF: Why: Why the divide? why are we stuck?Why the racism ? why cant we move to the lighted side of moral living ? I ask the question 'why' ...

Why

Why the divide? why are we stuck?Why the racism ? why cant we move to the lighted side of moral living ?
I ask the question 'why' so many times during the day, may be more frequently than when I was four or five years old. The current whys comes as an auto exasperation response. I like my younger version 'why's- they got a response that was satisfying to my curious mind.
Today's 'why's  go , ambiguously into the demise of humanity realm.

I am not complaining about the various tweets that are racist, that is those peoples' opinion...please don't you  call that "their bias", in fact call it what it is - pure  unadulterated racism that drives this country now . But why?
If only we could use those dark minds' to power our energy needs, like using dark matter to give energy, light , to make the darkness dissipate ... well may be in that 'alternate utopia'  they use that as a resource .That land sure is thriving with alternate facts.
Let me digress  briefly from talking about overt aggression and instead talk about micro-aggression
I thought this whole country  knew micro aggression as a daily fact of life .
When I go to my neighborhood key food store   and the snarly cashier reluctantly drops the bill and the change into my hand , careful not to touch me even accidentally and rolls her eyes as I exit , I ignore it. I know that she has to do cashiering  as a job and that my taxes would go to support her if she lost that job .I have to say at times I seek out her counter , just to make her day uncomfortable . oh well...I never said I am saintly...
I also have to thank my neighbor for his kindly entitled  advise of last week -as he barged into my back yard as I was closing the gate, suggesting , asking if "I have considered moving , as a way of downsizing , especially as  children are grown and live in different places ".So noble of him to want his neighborhood to be purer , racially speaking ...I do not question why he has not considered downsizing as his children had moved away few years before mine did  . Instead I just smile and nod and ask him 'what his children are doing'? ..
As I politely nod and say 'how nice ', he feels the need to reciprocate asking me that question about my children  .So I gleefully explain each of their careers .Sorry if it bothers him more that a brownie has more brownie points through education and he makes a quick exit, surely with an acute attack by the jealousy gods.
Oh if only his darkness could heat a few homes ...Why all this darkness , oh people , why indeed?
  

SPRKS IN CSF: MARCH FOR OUR LIVES - the letter to my children

SPRKS IN CSF: MARCH FOR OUR LIVES - the letter to my children: What was written below was more than an  year old , yet relevant as we march , march for our lives  It is more relevant today when childr...

MARCH FOR OUR LIVES - the letter to my children

What was written below was more than an  year old , yet relevant as we march , march for our lives 

It is more relevant today when children in this country has decided to act and be clear against what is wrong, they have made their voices heard with right thoughts ...
Things do look similar and may be this letter remains ever more relevant today than when I wrote it for my children ...before we could even imagine this  level of decline and chaos
Kaos did win and the chaos continues
Hence i shall re-post it /  blog it again
(peace crane 3 -  )

 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 irrelevant, even the revered spots have a way of being erased of its values. As  some in the world  take a moment to look into history , and memorialize a horrid past point, we stare aghast at a future of horrors and irreverent days that stare back . I for one feel the whole world should act , in quest of freedoms, and right to live peacefully .

Lost freedoms ,and lost lives do matter .



Lets remember and act on the many losses as we remember the lost .






'My dear children,
I have to advice you all not to loose heart, despite the much feared event-a Kaos presidency.
You are all blessed with wisdom that life gives..the values of moderation.
You have gone past the rigors of an education system that advises you to think , while abhorring your questioning and thinking minds...
You have managed to get into the adult world, where nothing is fair, yet with your determined souls you have made each of your environments a little bit more fairer for all.
You have witnessed the closet racism, the bigotry, and even the master mentality of someone . At  times you re-call those  few occasions and have risen above it all.So with these experiences have come wisdom.It may seem like desperate times, but now is not the time to despair.This is the time for thought as well as action and there is much work to do.
THINK , because thought is not controlled by any, besides it allows you to bounce various ideas, stretch and contract things in your mind without any restraint.Out of thought is born actions, and clarity.
You may be quiet, which is alien to the majority in this nation, may be even to the vast world , especially because the process of contemplation and thought are somewhat alien here as well.
Hence we have this  new president((not surprising ..)
You have experienced many a conflict...conflicts of identity,ideals and the external conflicts of power that is inherent in every community, including its smallest unit- the family and the individual...
It gives me great hope for the future as you all manage your lives,I am sure you will negotiate change, including your efforts to change policy, even beyond your areas of expertise into the outer world far beyond your comfortable niches.
You will also learn much about adaptability and creating change without loosing your inner selves, as I did over time.
So my advice to you all- make the change, just as the gentle waves do,but assured that your efforts will produce change. The tsunamis may have usurped the beaches, but the gentle waves persist and round out the jagged edges,where they break...
So go forth with clarity and the efforts that persist , joining forces with the many moderates out there just like you, ones with clarity and goodness in their souls, who strive for change,in the midst of a mindless robotic prattling lot and the many that have destruction and hate within them ...
Do not despair, loud bangs do not carry the weight of clear thoughts, it's just noise and remains brief...'
If withe clarity in your minds, you need swiftness of action, or persistance, do not give up ...Go with determination , yet clear in your minds and remain true to the right thoughts and actions

SPRKS IN CSF: Stephen Hawking

SPRKS IN CSF: Stephen Hawking: Visionary physicist Professor Stephen Hawking has died, aged 76.... Where time drags, hope seem far, all around us , Look up at the vas...

Stephen Hawking

Visionary physicist Professor Stephen Hawking has died, aged 76....


Where time drags, hope seem far, all around us ,
Look up at the vastness above, 
There  too is change, but perceived here ,
If ever in a future , may be as hope ...or none,
Yet , our minutiae in the vastness of universe
And time in itself  is hope, imperfect yet there...

(by pc 3)

SPRKS IN CSF: He only.... me once

SPRKS IN CSF: He only.... me once: " He only.... me once"  , I heard Lawrence O'donnell   on  MSNBC (  www.msnbc.com/the-last-word ) address the new  gaping  w...

He only.... me once

"He only.... me once"  , I heard Lawrence O'donnell   on  MSNBC ( www.msnbc.com/the-last-word )address the new  gaping  wound in the new era in our new new , all new and improved   nation, the very new improved USSAR....

its past   -- way past, ' me too'.... and  all words fail me
 May be thus wordless I can ease into a future , where dementia is comforting,
Where thoughts and sense  die frozen....

addendum(03/13/18)

The flag as a smock , yes that too I heard today,
All respect for all that should be ,all  as is decimated
Be it  Liberty,Nature or respectable values ,
Where all go to die, its time , lost into the mesh of matter and time,
There we ease into comfort and call it dementia,
It then becomes suspended state of all lost , and  hopes of peace ...
(by -pc3)

SPRKS IN CSF: Womens March

SPRKS IN CSF: Womens March: The women marched , head held up , stand up to bullies of  the just, As bullies gulped down more beef to give grief, the women marched , h...

Womens March

The women marched , heads held up , stand up to bullies of  the just,
As bullies gulped down more beef to give grief,
The women marched , here there every where..
They walked , strength in their hearts , worn down , may be by life,
But with the right that comes of being , they walked ,
They walked on , theirs the strength of courage , of honor to what is right , they walked ...
On they walked , even as zoolander mimed before the mikes in jordan,
Looking into the smoky sphere, images of future through the fog there,
Glimpses...out by June and in by July, for clarity with time -perhaps,
Out of a house into another , is it for the blob? may be clearer tomorrow ,
Out there lies the future, not yet divined...yet they walked ,
They walked on feet that fretted before , carrying a determined grace within,
Shining the light for strength of hearts, of just actions , to a right path ...
For future that must  shine , their feet stroked the earth,in waves , yes indeed...

( by PC3, 01/21/18)

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, do I stare, at the unformed edges,
Or is it the foaming edges that quake, nay  wither?
Again , what is it that my eyes behold...
If they behold at all?
At the edges ,bubbles form, in frosty specks,
At the edge of conscience, freezer burns,
They  were there, silent , waiting,sheathed,
Silent in the hearts, in the minds, bubbling,
Yet deform , all despite  time , cold and hardening...
The days , they still form, but the inner sanctums,
To all deities lay defiled,freeze burned consciences that scatter...

Poem by P c 3 ---(08/12/17)

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...

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 ...
For the voices stilled, for the thoughts bound,
Thoughts that find no anchor, that they just  are, wandering,
Bubbling  in  , untethered voice, with no vessel to place ,
Is this what all abuse costs,
    Some mute with thoughts bound,
    Fears just keep rekindling,
    For all ,dances with no end,
    Into act and react and all to dance again,
    Yet in others' constant embers burn,
    Stained memories that don't tether,
    Kynuerins and toxins accumulate,spills into words,
    Into a dance of steps, non-steps,missteps all,
    Bereft of rhythm, of music,
    All call it life, yet forget life it is not...
My rooms are  in disarray,
Reflects my mind , my brain..
Chaos the theme of the times
I am no artist , but I dance and call it life...
In the shadows bears prowl and snakes slither,
Shadow deeds go on endless, disdain its aura,
Their ilk knows to bind,endless
Knows that  dance, to humor all fears,
For one to survive, for life,it all remains the same...
   Through centuries, through generations,
    Them faltered steps never cease to amuse the powers,
   In despair, human souls, they crumple,yet shadows prowl, persists...
Rising from the sea with their shining marks,
We, the masses stare, adore even,
As our eyes burn holes into our brains,
   Leaning in, into "just fears",senseless and bound,
   Yes, we repeat and replay and call it always- history...
   They remain  a bit varied; we all act our parts,
  Yet again that replay  is but our lives...

(poem by pc3- 10/14/17)