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: A ruling

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling:  Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you ,  Thus  to dare  so vile , all of power  so corrupted, To give a right to defile , God's own...

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling:  Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you ,  Thus  to dare  so vile , all of power  so corrupted, To give a right to defile , God's own...

A ruling

 Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you , 

Thus  to dare  so vile , all of power  so corrupted,

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 , yet...

You  did the death knell 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 the crosses and robes ,their weapons...

And us all , who suffer beneath that curse ,

Prayer for ND and Jenkins too,  lost they are in praise  to power they bow,

Blinded to light  and sans sense or compassion ,

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

(poem by pc-3 ,11/26/20)

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH: Divine hands brought me here , I did not ask, I couldn't choose, for life,it was just given...just so...  Enter I,to this  earth...  ...

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH

SPRKS IN CSF: DEATH: Divine hands brought me here , I did not ask, I couldn't choose, for life,it was just given...just so...  Enter I,to this  earth...  ...

DEATH

Divine hands brought me here , I did not ask, I couldn't choose, for life,it was just given...just so...

 Enter I,to this  earth...  born ,to my parents, not theirs to choose, they be just carriers ,guides...

Aptly given some DNA, spliced and sewn however  the unseen destiny chose, not a choice to me,

Time, something given , how it winds and intertwine, again not a choice, just random chances,

How to deal moments, some may be I can choose, but to be weighed  unto death ... another's choice..   





poem by PC-3(06/25/20)   

Take a moment  to remember all who died , by another's cruel option, just because.....
Honor to George Floyd and all others...all victims of bias.  

SPRKS IN CSF: Today is US,then ....

SPRKS IN CSF: Today is US,then ....: I wrote the poem "day after tomorrow, years ago...before the many todays and re- posted it again recently. In theses days that gives m...

Today is US,then ....

I wrote the poem "day after tomorrow, years ago...before the many todays and re- posted it again recently. In theses days that gives me fear, i wish not to know the day after tomorrow , if our today is  now and my own poem scares me ...
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Today

I fear to see what lay thither, past the  shadows ,
Where has the sun's warmth hied to,
Gone is the morning 's bright, though the east still lights the grey,
If we just  could lift  our sealed  eyes ,shut eyes to see,
The dew has died with life ,the grass just shredded plastics,
Rain is but parched moments,clouds all but lost souls,
The oceans blue,clear to  their depths,vacuous,
Yet no place in a universe for the pain, for the lost...
It is not yet the days close ,time slowly drips,
Our today is but a crowd of  nows, time drips its moments on today ....

Poem by Pc--3 (06/04/2020)

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: Twerp (They come in many forms)

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp (They come in many forms): Another poem that seems too close to the present ................                                            ................ Oh undigni...

Twerp (They come in many forms)

Another poem that seems too close to the present
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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 important,
As you huffed and swiped the crumb of paper,
Some one's reminder , left , lost to the heaps ,
To trash is its future, laid waste , a reminder , perhaps
Of a delta flight taken, a piece  to board and seat,
Weary traveler long gone, his reminder left,
Yet you swiped it at me ,
Your  entitled huff says it all ....
In your head disdain , you see an immigrant,
In it you see Black or Hispanic,none else blind as you are
You can't even read people or know countries,
Limited , almost dumb, is how I see you .
Yet you see not, nor look ...
Your whiteness  you forget is just a few genes coding ,
Melanine  it seems , you go back to serve and greet,
Again a few passengers on yet another flight...
A captain you are not , not even a supervisor ....
Did you see the Korean couple snicker at your haughty ways?
Guess not ... too important in a small swelling in your brain,
You do not see, just resent  and fume,
Swelling of entitled self, with not even ample  melanine  in you...
Oh you insignificant twerp , with stripe of cabin crew ,
Donned just in your epidermis, you seethe every day, oh you twerp...

( poem by Pc-3, 10/21/18)

addendum
Oh insignificant twerps, what you donn differ, the insides all stay
Your swelled brain can't heed , the call to compassion,
No , the lack can never gain, lacks all, all around you,
Lack in melanine, lack in humanity,lack of all that is worth of soul,
With no soul  you are no human, you breathe just hate,
With no soul, no sight ...life wasted in shape of human , oh twerps,
God weeps  again for just the leaves and the wind hears it ,
With our sighs and tears the wind bears it all....
(poem by Pc-3, 05/30/2020)

SPRKS IN CSF: In the present times ...

SPRKS IN CSF: In the present times ...: An old post , if changed to another current one , could still be apt for the times . My prayers and sympathies are with all those who suff...

In the present times ...

An old post , if changed to another current one , could still be apt for the times .
My prayers and sympathies are with all those who suffer, sick and the dying and those who care for them ...
In times when compassion seems to be  lost in the face of greed , it is hard to not go back  to past thoughts and to review life's many  events and what shaped us through time .
Hence i am re-posting this



Ebola on our shores

One of the books I read as a child had a title akin to" myths and legends of the land". There is a story in the book about small pox- about goddess small pox; an angry narcissistic demanding goddess,(almost like the NRA) especially wrath-ful if she is not venerated enough... So she throws her deadly garland from the sky to fall on the rational nonbeliever who repents in his delirium , is how I think the story went, or could be  how I read it...
When I first saw the picture of the Ebola virus, I thought of the garland, the deadly garland., I guess the difference being whether a DNA virus or an RNA virus.
Now that the garland has fallen to us, I wonder how it is going to evolve.
There are a few scenarios that play in my mind. In the ideal world scenario, every person has a conscience and is compassionate to others. So each contact self isolates , informs their doctor( who is competent and dedicated) , who then gets the systems(also well thought out and competent) and protocols moving, and all get treated well and equally, with dignity and care  despite their color , creed , gender or financial status. But this is America, not Utopia, so.... may be that explains gun toting guards  and not appropriate containment measures at the origination site.......
In our multi-layered communities and in the face of the stratified health care system , there is the need for a re-adjustment of conscience and care to contain this Ebola garland. In our health care system , a wonderfully nuanced  and mostly invisibly stratified one,  there are various ways this will all play out, even as the media ladles out its share of fear or misplaced security , with a dash of venom here and dash of disdain there...
The invisible and at times visible stratification of care is so great that, the ' who, where and what' matters the most- who is the patient,where are you at, what  is the extent of your knowledge in health matters, who decides for your care, who sitting at a phone or computer screen decides to approve or deny your care, who stands to gain(not health wise but  financially -of course) etc.
I have to say one is lucky if one has a competent team caring for you and the insurance god has mercy- that is where it all depends...
So when all is divyed up and the mistakes covered up, those that is not covered up exposed and executed in public by the media, the Ebola garland would have already gifted itself to many, some through sheer incompetence, but most through lack of compassionate care in this healthcare market, where the patient is always the forgotten one (or in this case the targeted one)... May be , just may be, this will make the health system to correct itself, may be this will awken the compassion, 'the do no harm' tenet - oh just a 'may be' that I dream for ,watching waste of resources poured into the wrong end of things every day in the  health care land...ah  the 'may be's....

SPRKS IN CSF: Nature- lost( help to prevent earth's demise)

SPRKS IN CSF: Nature- lost( help to prevent earth's demise): This seems  once again more relevant today than a while back (many years ago), when it was written, after a walk.  The coral reefs are dy...

Nature- lost( help to prevent earth's demise)

This seems  once again more relevant today than a while back (many years ago, may be 2010 or so), when it was written, after a walk.

 The coral reefs are dying at a higher rate, and the death of nature continues. The most destructive species-humans. Being the greatest pest of the present, are we gearing for our wipe-out as a species. very likely...or is it.. definitely- very likely..........
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Even as the drips of rain splatter,
Taking me yet again to a land,lost and gone,
Alive in my mind, ever so briefly,
Drops splatter there on fallen leaves,
   Coconut trees sway, shower the ground,
   As the wind spy on another humid morning,
   Drops fall and clink on a stained jack-fruit leaf,
   I lie there,watch the jack fruits, marvel and dream...
   Open doors, open air and quiet days,
   A childhood stored in memories...
Yet it comes un-announced,
Sweetness of  water on a hot , dusty day,
Mangoes falling with the rain storm,
Dropped in their juicy ripeness,
Sweetness on my tongue, the pureness of joy,
Un-hurried life, now gone, never to return,
   Thus I pray, nature take over please...
   Even at a morn's walk, scrape the rubber soles,
   Forgotten , the milky sap and all before,
   All felled trees , dead to grow soured sap,
   Axed to all future diverse flora's hope,
Even as I sip my share of BPA, exhale to exhaust,
Harried run to a volume practice, hurried minds forget,
Of all unhurried days stored away,
Of nature lost , forgotten long, all losses
Endangered lists,dismissed,discussed into oblivion
Yet I still pray, nature , take over please...
For my efforts are borne to the wind,
I wearily pray, lost, hopeless,in dismay;'Nature take over please'...
(looks like nature is trying a little, may be nature is doing its work naturally)
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SPRKS IN CSF: anxiety

SPRKS IN CSF: anxiety: Anxiety is fears without any clear  resolution, Fears that leave a  trail of  shadows in its wake

SPRKS IN CSF: anxiety

SPRKS IN CSF: anxiety: Anxiety is fears without any clear  resolution, Fears that leave a  trail of  shadows in its wake

anxiety

Anxiety is fears without any clear  resolution,
Fears that leave a  trail of  shadows in its wake

SPRKS IN CSF: Oh pycnopodia

SPRKS IN CSF: Oh pycnopodia: Oh Pycnopodia, the carcass of democracy, at its death awaiteth , Your sensors have sensed it and to  feed you go,  With all those who cra...

Oh pycnopodia

Oh Pycnopodia, the carcass of democracy, at its death awaiteth ,
Your sensors have sensed it and to  feed you go,
 With all those who crave such a carcass, gluttons all...
Akin to  a giant octopus , for long we nurtured the so called democracy,
But our efforts  in vain, for long before us the reef had died,
All was just  vain hopes for conscience and  honor , for none lives ,
Just wisps of decay that flickered , in its ghostly glow ,
Of a long dead democracy , of a death of hope and of truths,
To the dead oceans , our personal truths too go to die , with us,
With our futures, present,past ;history too, all forgotten,
All laid to rest , for life cannot sustain in such toxic  soup....

(poem by - pc3 -  01/31/2020)

Oh Death

As I soared on the wings of a dream above the clouds , the phone call shocked me awake. I woke saying to myself" you cant die, I have to see you again" I stumbled at the hand set and heard the news, that my mother had died..
Then came the funeral, where she looked just as if she is sleeping and with insistence of my voice , i hoped I could wake her past the 90 yrs of living she did.
I came back after the funeral, still with the thought , that I will see her next time i visited.
The next week was all the talks of the big floods, so I could ignore the reality of a parents death. A week later Kofi Annan died , and it brought death to life  for me again . So I mused, looks like you get to hang out with kofi Annan on the other side to my mothers picture .
Another ten days and during work , my collegue got a call that his mother passed away- she was 96.
It seemed unfair that he got his mother for 6 yrs more than me .
work and a busy schedule helped me to push it farther into the corners where my reality stayed covered under this veiled tiredness.
Then senator Mccain died.
It is all unfair .This has brought it full force into my reality realm .Why cant everyone who can guide you with their integrity stay alive and well for ever . I have so many questions to ask my mom, so much life advise i need from her on many things, on how to navigate life's dilemmas.
Now I am supposed to take charge to answer questions of conscience to myself and to my children and to others.
All these people that I respected, valued and learned from, are now gone . Now my mother can hang out with kindred souls on the other side ...Opinionated as she was, she  taught us that respect for another person matters, and that the most important part for a person  is to be true to your conscience