SPRKS IN CSF: Pardons-for sale?

SPRKS IN CSF: 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...

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: Harry pothan and the end of the univ...

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: Harry pothan and the end of the univ...: 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 he...

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. 

Remembering 5 Years on...

SPRKS IN CSF: DIC

SPRKS IN CSF: DIC:  They said DIC, as it grew in strength, and grew again, Slowly , tenaciously , it just grew, like the monster it was... Kept invading into e...

DIC

 They said DIC, as it grew in strength, and grew again,

Slowly , tenaciously , it just grew, like the monster it was...

Kept invading into every nuance and corner, slowly spreading,

So slow that it came with a facade , a small smile , a shake ,

A little jitter, slow steady it crept , consuming all that stood as values , ethos ,all,

So slow , Yet fast ; so steady, growing , yet spewing chaos,

Dead values lay askew, numbers -just what was felled, 

A tsunami, bared so to its path and all in its wake,

To an end , into shock, into an end ,Yes into an inevitable end...

The vessels just a conduit for its spread , now thick, rigid chords,

Into that inevitable end , for it was past the critical point, it was too late...

Too late  for repairs, too late in time ,yes too late past that critical point...

Poem by Pc-3 (05/22/2025)

RIP dear friend ..

SPRKS IN CSF: A While ago, but not that far away...

SPRKS IN CSF: A While ago, but not that far away...:  It was a while ago, not that far away when the sky had that watered down sunshine streaming through the foggy days of an October day  that ...

A While ago, but not that far away...

 It was a while ago, not that far away when the sky had that watered down sunshine streaming through the foggy days of an October day  that the new York times news paper  had a front page spread of what the  present days were going to look and feel like.

The question is always who is going to bell the cat, or hold back the raging elephant in musk... its not my job, says I, as I slide to the back of the crowd that keeps receding faster and faster. The lack of anyone to say' I should give a try ' or 'its up to me too' should be my responsibility just as everyone's- not just some leader's. Each of us have that leadership gene in us, we just have to own it and do our part to set that integrity gene to be activated, rather than turn away in an effort to suppress it.

 Fore sight is a gift, but it is also an almost  warning , but the future appears so far in the horizon when viewed from our todays... From our  present day  it seems too far to take heed in any manner for our tomorrows. 

I just happened upon that front page , to be precise the New York Times of Saturday, oct 26, 2024 had held a keyhole view to our present days. Oh how naïve we were  then to think that 'our tomorrows would be fine ', only to realize that they are far  worse than what was said there, or the potential of what could transpire in the wake of that win by DT. It had warned us but we did not pay heed then, but now it is up to each one of us to stop the raging bull that is trampling on anything that has even a faint whiff of Democracy....yes each one  of us have to lead , each one of us have to act....

by Pc-3

SPRKS IN CSF: Writings on the wall

SPRKS IN CSF: Writings on the wall:  I see the writings on the wall, Water drops  their script, rain dances, Its mothers' day, mother's souls know, The script of the so...

Writings on the wall

 I see the writings on the wall,

Water drops  their script, rain dances,

Its mothers' day, mother's souls know,

The script of the souls , prayers to the air,

Those writings on the wall,

They shift, just as the times did,

 Tears of the soul writes,

Empty prayers into the air,

Shreds of the souls stay as writings on the wall of time...

Poem by Pc-3  (05/09/2025)