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)