SPRKS IN CSF: Riding into the death

SPRKS IN CSF: Riding into the death:  The thunderstorm rolls in, slow , Oh methodic nature, Yes, nature at its best... Dark clouds -a shroud, sunlight peeking out ,  Lightning d...

Riding into the death

 The thunderstorm rolls in, slow , Oh methodic nature,

Yes, nature at its best...

Dark clouds -a shroud, sunlight peeking out , 

Lightning dance in the sky,

Booms  the thunder, closer,

Closer  it closes in, slow or fast its choice..

Power's  gone out , 

Time for candles , maybe,

May be its best to hide beside the shadows, 

Quiet...quietly riding into the death!

May be hide with the dark, all silent,

Maybe so... quietly ride into the death ,

Nature take over please, easier for us ,

Be gentle with our silent souls ,a bit,

As we quietly ride into our death , silent thus...

Poem by Pc-3 (07/30/2025)

GHOSTS

 The evening's slanted rays weaved their humid haze into tendrils . In those  ghostly wisps were memories that never got made...

Those stray shell casings that had dented time in a corridor , they had robbed the memories along with the lives that never even had a chance  for a grasp at life, nor for the memories to ever  form.

The pain that jostles  one awake in the ungodly hours of the night, just pulsates with the perpetuity of loss.

In the golden godly hours Robes deemed Bump stocks legal; in the corridors of virtue ,the shell casings stayed empty for they were emptied on life...lost lives... Still the Robes glistened in the gaslight, as they always did , may be more glowing with all that halo of power. There is consistency  in that glow of power.

Yet the memories could never form, they never stood a chance , never could they form from an erased life... 'Tragedy' the word lost its meaning when life itself became a caricature, of all the forms in us , of us , of humans , of the whole that could not even be .

However the  Robes , they changed forms, shapes, styles ,hue  and the gaslight added an edge of omniscience to those  robes.

Here in wandered the little ghosts, on the wispy rays of  the sun that sneaked in through a window , through some slanted shutters that failed to close out the light fully...They came in there and sat in the pews where sounds of a negation echoed , negation of their lost lives, negation of their 'being', as were their rights to being were dissected ,rarified and rendered into words. They do wander , wondering if any one will  remember or  ever take note , like so many ghosts who wander the land  on a ray of hope  in the mist, will you even know they exist?

The shell casings spew out more ghosts as bump stocks connect to its destiny, a destiny of destruction...

As shell casings rain on decimating even a small hope for life, all to evanescence into ghosts, ghost we are to be...

Just like those shell casings  echoes of  the gasping democracy mix in with the ghosts who wander here , as these robes swish and out comes  luminous words in the burning air as the gas lights glow bright again...

short story by Pc-3 ( 06/16/2024)

SPRKS IN CSF: student

SPRKS IN CSF: student: During dinner my eighth grader who usually do not like to read had a comment "I like Harry potter" He has been reading Harry potte...

student

During dinner my eighth grader who usually do not like to read had a comment "I like Harry potter" He has been reading Harry potter and the order of the Phoenix this summer. 

My quizzical look got him talking more... "Harry potter and the order of the Phoenix is like America "

It made me wonder if his education is all going in the wrong direction. May be reading is not good for him , especially it is clearly   ' too dangerous'  for his mind now . Better that he stop all this nonsense called reading fiction... may be it will stop the nonsense called learning ,growth .

Then there is math, all numbers and such , there is no stretching the clarity there , or take various sciences... they are all too much facts , not good for a young mind . I have to consider very specific curriculums, and take him out of the stupid school he goes to... and the library , another dangerous place where he gets to read all that science garbage . His growth is going too wild now, better be safe  when it comes to my son. He has  so much curiosity, that need to be directed away from all this science, learning and what not...

short story by Pc-3 (07/12/2025)