SPRKS IN CSF: Three religions... The three monotheistic religio...

SPRKS IN CSF:  Three religions... The three monotheistic religio...:  Three religions...  The three monotheistic religions had started  their life in a region that had held human thoughts in where they all bre...

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow: I saw this today once again and realized  its relevance today... I even wonder now if I saw our 'todays' ,which  was  a future from ...

The Day after tomorrow

I saw this today once again and realized  its relevance today... I even wonder now if I saw our 'todays' ,which  was  a future from when I first wrote this - I feel it was almost a premonition  of times from  , so far back . Hence I am posting it again...

 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 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)

I  post this again, as it seems so apt for our todays and tomorrows

SPRKS IN CSF: Anon

SPRKS IN CSF: Anon:  I read many by Anon... once my mind drew up the greatest writer- Anon, So many verses, so many stories , all by the great Anon, Today '...

Anon

 I read many by Anon... once my mind drew up the greatest writer- Anon,

So many verses, so many stories , all by the great Anon,

Today 'a - non' drives the world , criminal dreams of some non, 

On a whim from golden seats, a drawl here, a draw there,

Here there everywhere, but to where... this one is no great Anon, 

Just one gathering  criminals , may be for his ministries,

Just gathering , rolling in greed, unclear if a fart or a farthing ,

Both the hue of greed and hate , brain waves maybe always  slow waves,

Noise  never can equate to music, always lacks quality... noise-lost for all melody ,

A  non can never be an Anon ever , try as might with all might...

A poem by  Pc-3 ( 06/11/2025)

SPRKS IN CSF: Anon

SPRKS IN CSF: Anon:  I read many by Anon... once my mind drew up the greatest writer- Anon, So many verses, so many stories , all by the great Anon, Today '...