SPRKS IN CSF: SMOG

SPRKS IN CSF: SMOG:  This day dawns hushed, The red fruit of the haze Floats low on the horizon, Wisps of burnt nature smart my eyes, Nature's revenge ,its ...

SMOG

 This day dawns hushed,

The red fruit of the haze

Floats low on the horizon,

Wisps of burnt nature smart my eyes,

Nature's revenge ,its own singed skin;

Scars the earth though slow,

As you flay the forests bare in wider sweeps,

And soups the oceans in plastic,

Natures revenge , it coats my air.

Maybe I will remember it tomorrow,

May be I will stop to think again...

Poem by PC-3 (06/07/2023)

SPRKS IN CSF: Asthma, Flashbacks and Gods….

SPRKS IN CSF: Asthma, Flashbacks and Gods….: On  Asthma, flashbacks and Gods…. Flashbacks, they come un-invited. A little girl cowering under the covers, stuffing her shirt into her m...

Asthma, Flashbacks and Gods….

On  Asthma, flashbacks and Gods….

Flashbacks, they come un-invited. A little girl cowering under the covers, stuffing her shirt into her mouth to stop the sound that escape unannounced…Yet you fear ,trying to place a comforting hand on her, you fear that her attempts to gain air through the sobs will be heard beyond these walls, unleashing further wrath in the one in the next room. You again pray that sleep has  closed off that other parent in the next room.  Through her sobs she lets you know that which you and she knows inherently… “I cant help it, I am trying , but I cant stop crying”, and then bigger, deeper sobs…

The air that is trying to oxygenate the deeper far alveoli gets stuck, as the  mucus fills them, those airways stay tightly closed ,a wheeze is all that  can escape  along the interspace of those heart wrenching sobs…You silently pray, then you carry the frustration in you  that ‘God can’t hear’.

All the Gods cannot change is the reality before you, when humans choose to produce the suffering.

Natasha, Tony or Jana, none can escape that which is before them every day…that suffering, the suffering that which becomes part of them, they carry the weight of what they have seen and heard, they just walk one day to the next… Their lives are forever modified, they shake but no, that which left the scars deep within their minds can never be shaken off... Never will they shake off that heaviness…

Providence is just another misguided term for where the souls fall, who your caretakers in this life be , all set to chance  and that  same which  seals your destiny. As mothers, fathers, children and ancestors course through their lives, destinies are weaved in. Here we humans and all universe interconnect, all just a factor of chance …

By Pc-3(from around sept 2004)