Tuesday, October 31, 2023
SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow
The Day after tomorrow
Birds singing in the trees,
And flowers dancing in the sun;
Today, I wake, and go to work.
Carry my day in routines,
Tomorrow I balk and stare,
Into the day after,
The day after tomorrow, I see,
I see the future,
I see it all crumble and shift,
All my future children,
Crumble into civilization's demise,
I see the day after tomorrow,
Rising into oblivion;
All life and time glide and lurch away,
All into the great oblivion, oblivious all still...
Into the day after tomorrows...
(poem by Pc3--01/30/2017)
Thursday, October 26, 2023
SPRKS IN CSF: THERE ARE NO WINNERS IN A WAR
THERE ARE NO WINNERS IN A WAR
There are no winners in a war ...........
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Just grief and misery...............................
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Prayers and tears ripple ,
Lives torn asunder......, "..."
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....no winners ever in a war......
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Sunday, October 22, 2023
SPRKS IN CSF: Care ?
Care ?
Numbers and letters, names and assigned tribes , groups, sections , lost in these ,we are faced with the loss of human nature within us. It all fall into some words , illustrious descriptions , all for war lingo...
The news media goes about vying with each other as to who and how sensational any tragedy can be made for consumption. Lack of care for the suffering of people must not be the criteria by which the ratings and hence the profits are measured, but that is how the caring news business runs.
Just the same way that political rantings go as well. But above all the humans are forgotten . The people did not choose to be born either Christian, Muslim or Jewish .The new born baby got the stickers placed on him or her , just by chance in the lottery called life. His or her life got placed on whichever geographical place it happened upon. The color of their skins got colored by the rate of melanocytes that was another slot on this lottery system. A few genetic material got mixed together and came into being , however the ones that create suffering and war have their agenda and the human beings who chanced to be at a certain place is left with only suffering .
There is never anything right about any war, just what is left...a lot of suffering , a lot of humans who did not choose .. all left to suffer... and the utter despair knowing that 'no one cares'... no gods, no countries , no loud ones Then it all become but days.. long days of just quiet sobs, of children and slow whimper of destitution. just despair...Each morning the sun sighs into being and the heat of despair look on the days, giving way to nights of unimaginable losses.....endless days where no one cares and no care can mend the broken...
Monday, October 16, 2023
SPRKS IN CSF: to Mourn
to Mourn
Words have lost their sounds, in a vacuum they simply float,
Soundless words , emptied they search, for heart...
Comfort and Despair , paired to the same life,
Man -why do thee curse life , with all emptiness,
Why do thee make life so unbearable , just so... to prove you can?...
poem by PC-3 (10/15/23)