SPRKS IN CSF: Ahmaud Arbery

SPRKS IN CSF: Ahmaud Arbery: The sun shone on me, but , alas the light had gone dark, The days stayed long, but , in their hearts all stone, In the hearts , the blood wa...

SPRKS IN CSF: Randomness--some random thoughts.(an old post, but...

SPRKS IN CSF: Randomness--some random thoughts.(an old post, but...: "People say, `Stalin's daughter, Stalin's daughter,' meaning I'm supposed to walk around with a rifle and shoot the ...

Randomness--some random thoughts.(an old post, but seem more relevant today)

"People say, `Stalin's daughter, Stalin's daughter,' meaning I'm supposed to walk around with a rifle and shoot the Americans. Or they say, `No, she came here. She is an American citizen.' That means I'm with a bomb against the others. No, I'm neither one. I'm somewhere in between. That `somewhere in between' they can't understand."

Peters' defection came at a high personal cost. She left two children behind in Russia – Josef and Yekaterina – from previous marriages. Both were upset by her departure, and she was never close to either again...(about Lana peters' passing)


As I read this, I wondered about human nature, some so extreme, that we tend to measure the progeny  colored by their parents. What really make each of us who , nay how we are? What in our environment  decide how we weave our lives?

I read this and wondered some , about the randomness of events that really shape further events that in the end is summed up as life... about the children lost into the system, children that do without parents, due to no fault of theirs, of the children that labor away in different parts of the globe, to support things they never chose. Yeah all kinds of thoughts and images crowd into my mind...eg. Nestle's cocoa bean collecting children, garment factory children, and children who wait for their farm worker parents ,awaiting earnings stained by peppers and cucumbers...
We go about from one day to the next with hardly a sidelong glance ,yet when we look to that side, life seem not so simple, but rather a very complex event , yet devoid of any glow .
The intricate patterns that become us, those interwoven events that foreshadow our future, and yet interlaced in there lies some things  and events of which we can never control-  as to how or where we are born...yet in any given moment we think and imagine all sorts of controls, to our lives ...
In the imagined free land of America, all these freedoms come with tassels, bells and weights. We supposedly  prided ourselves that we are as non-polar as we imagined at a not so far away time , yet were secretly extremely polarized. We were supposedly close to  'all being equal' in an idealistic way, yet weren't we  just  'denying all inequality equally' in   an effort to portray some optimal value facades . There is an ongoing obesity epidemic, but we blindly pander to the masses by never mentioning the O word, so as to not offend any. Forget that, even the medical profession side step the issue and never give direct nutritional advice  or activity advise, lest they perchance offend some ones 'sense of self'. Our drug culture is superior, and in our effort to fix all that ails those depths,  we continue to cushion the issues by giving them new package labels... including reasons for their dependent behaviors, "oh you are self medicating your depression', or 'you are drinking because of your anxiety"...Of course even if it is vodka that you are drowning in, you are bound to feel anxiety, I am sure. Life itself comes with anxieties, variable moods , even in the best of living beings, just by the nature of being a living being. 

Hence here  we are not addressing the various problems . all that which is rotting our very core , just changing facades and labels  do not stop the rot that is  so deep seated .
   We forget the in-between people, those who come from other lands, who really do their share in holding up the economy, holding it dear , held up at  both ends, ignore their in-between feelings, just because it's just convenient.
Besides, cultural integration is supposed to happen , say within three weeks to two month time right...just like grieving. All clear by the assigned time...or else...

The less exact nature of things that appear random are lost , may be, and with that may be a little bit of humanness  too. So, the 'in-between people ' , they shed things in bits, of who they are , a little of themselves leach away, and with it the richness of humanity slowly looses bits of itself... 
Lets hope this is not so , for hope then would foreshadow chaos, slide into an inhuman non-compassionate world of entitled, self absorbed chaos.
( as  seem more evident now)

SPRKS IN CSF: Randomness--some random thoughts.(an old post, but...

SPRKS IN CSF: Randomness--some random thoughts.(an old post, but...: "People say, `Stalin's daughter, Stalin's daughter,' meaning I'm supposed to walk around with a rifle and shoot the ...

SPRKS IN CSF: Dreams

SPRKS IN CSF: Dreams:  Chaos and confusion reign, The years held in a drop, they shatter, Few days more, you hope , but... If only a magic wand could , just have ...

Dreams

 Chaos and confusion reign,

The years held in a drop, they shatter,

Few days more, you hope , but...

If only a magic wand could , just have enough magic...

To change life- ah , confusion and pain, all is chaos,

To change all those years, time itself,

With one swoop...if it could, but...

Blend all realities, all those years,

Hold in a cup, all dreams gone awry,

What neuronal key will lock away ,this enmeshed saga,

Make  sense from this mire , of days,

Can we yet fathom what we loose,

Say - to unlock the future, nary a chance  until we sleep again,

Dare we tread there  except in our dreams... 

poem by Pc-3( happened upon it- probably from late 1990s)

Thich Nhat Hanh

 Chance brought your  wisdom to me ,

When I needed it  so urgently,

On the days that I searched, in vain for guidance that seemed too far,

Yet in a library , a book for me , along  with those for my children's read...

I took the small book, consolation, I scanned for meaning to my life , 

Words were bound within, my  thoughts were hushed ,in chains, 

Mind  aswirl in soot , calm a mirage  yet...

The monk's words soothed, to calm - direction  my secret.

Slowly to calm ,to seek a path beyond the chaos surrounds ,

To meditate, to my soul sustenance , to words meaning,

To place beyond me , to the whole , to life form in formless state, 

All to chance , some call it fate ,

 All life , all  chance moments ,

I await  for comforting serene moments it brings, 

Hope , love ,  this day, tomorrow, all different facets of the same ,

Peace ,a brief look into time and oneness ...

The  universe, time , all merge , all , moves while still into stillness, 

To the mind, to life, moments measuring time in this known space.... 

(poem by -- PC-3, 01/22/2022)

  

SPRKS IN CSF: Thich Nhat Hanh

SPRKS IN CSF: Thich Nhat Hanh:  Chance brought your  wisdom to me , When I needed it  so urgently, On the days that I searched, in vain for guidance that seemed too far, Y...

SPRKS IN CSF: america imploding -

SPRKS IN CSF: america imploding -: Ethics lay by the wayside, Compassion has died slow... In its ashes has sprouted dominance. I breathe the moral implosion, As breaths a...

SPRKS IN CSF: Hibernation time

SPRKS IN CSF: Hibernation time:  Its hibernation time  at last , to yawn, to  stretch and to sleep, perchance dream big  of lands to roam , to own and mark... Wide skies to...

Hibernation time

Its hibernation time  at last , to yawn, to  stretch and to sleep,

Perchance dream big  of lands to roam , to own and mark...

Wide skies to growl to , cold air nips at the pores, droops the eyes ;

Sonorous the murmur  of breath mixed with the snowy wind,

Yet , the bear  stays awake , want to growl , to fight the cold ,

All to lumber and lurch ,one last attempt to mark ,before the new moon ,

Before the dawn of yet another year, to trudge before sleep, roar at the valleys, 

Try and shake from Ural to Ukrain ,with hollow sounds that echo, time beckons,  

A few may  still marvel ,at the might of this dark soul of a bear yet....

(poem by PC-3  -on 12/26/2021)   

SPRKS IN CSF: Five or more steps to navigate PTSD during the Hol...

SPRKS IN CSF: Five or more steps to navigate PTSD during the Hol...:   PTSD is like a  shadow that follows you every where , the difference is this shadow is there as your constant companion , just popping up...

Covid , the pandemic and the Christmas season

 I had this wonderful idea as i lay there awaiting sleep to grace my night . It is the holiday season, people feel that they need to give back , contribute to charity etc etc....

If only there was a site where we could pay towards enhancing the vaccination all over the  world, but i have come to realize that there is no such place or site . I am sure there are a few similar minded people ( like me ) who would like to contribute towards the vaccination against the covid-19 virus , making it  a collective humanity effort. May be this is where the UN (United Nations )  as an international  inter governmental agency /universal global organization can step in and take the initiative.

I believe that is when our humanity shines brightest when we put in an effort to take care of our fellow beings  , those whom we have the opportunity to share this earth with in our short stay here. 

But when I look around , I see some of us have only one thought that is " self "...just self interest, negating any awareness that we are ultimately just  sharers of this earth along with  the others and that we have a responsibility  which " being alive" has bestowed on  us, ie. to care for the collective , the humanity, and to  sustain the  nature around us , the earth and the associated areas . But sadly we lack  some- that care,  so as a first step if we could help  at least in the current pandemic 'to care', to help with that first step towards that care , by helping in the global vaccine effort, that will provide meaning for the word 'Christmas season' , as well as meaning to the word ' Human'...

SPRKS IN CSF: Covid , the pandemic and the Christmas season

SPRKS IN CSF: Covid , the pandemic and the Christmas season:  I had this wonderful idea as i lay there awaiting sleep to grace my night . It is the holiday season, people feel that they need to give ba...

Ahmaud Arbery

The sun shone on me, but , alas the light had gone dark,

The days stayed long, but , in their hearts all stone,

In the hearts , the blood was red, but soul was naught, 

So, our  prayers , and they pray too, all prayers rise ,

All to God's who  have gone deaf, or  blind....

Where humans are beasts and beasts they are, 

All with eyes that sees not, all green , cloaked in hate ,

Stones weigh them souls ,the ground shudders,

And trees shield their branches ,sorrow rise  from ground to leaves,

The trees , they stand silent ,shocked to stillness....

Yet the Gods  , they have been silent too...

Awaiting for man to someday  become human...

A long wait that bears heavy on generations' souls,

Waiting , its  just  been so long, so weary...Oh dear God we are so tired... 

So tired of waiting , weary... God where art thou...??? 

Poem by Pc-3(2021) 

SPRKS IN CSF: RIP my Friend ...

SPRKS IN CSF: RIP my Friend ...: Chance...and once our paths crossed, Moored on life's shores, We spent days ,sun and shadows ,  Memories , groups , friends, decades ago...

RIP my Friend ...

Chance...and once our paths crossed,

Moored on life's shores,

We spent days ,sun and shadows , 

Memories , groups , friends, decades ago, but seems just the other day...

From these shores you say adieu, smasher

On to the unknown time warps  you have  gone...

Lives , are but moments shared,

So too the bind of friendships,

Memories, all but moments stored away,

Collected moments, perchance to return when called on,

Yet just shadows they are...so RIP our dear friend...

(poem by  peace crane 3--for 06/28/21)

SPRKS IN CSF: Modern work- thoughts on juneteenth

SPRKS IN CSF: Modern work- thoughts on juneteenth: The days race , with tasks that pile ,pushing weight of a boulder  fresh, Computers the new rule, strokes set  by some  remote master , Work...

Modern work- thoughts on juneteenth

The days race , with tasks that pile ,pushing weight of a boulder  fresh,

Computers the new rule, strokes set  by some  remote master ,

Work, job , all just names  to endless days unto infinity,

sleep, rest, all just words that now mean non motivated you?

We race ... all against time , forget life is time valued ...

Flushed, rushed  ,all to exhaustion, to the the rainbow over the horizon , 

Masters stroke , remote , they ignore, the path littered by gasps of death,

Lost land of souls, we still crawl, unto our death , all lost time  just  yours and mine ,

Not so to our  remote masters , theirs is numbers, wealth, power...

Our lives lay  there crumbled to a heap , a heap of humanity wasted,

 For all just  a pawn to their goal and we all die in a heap,

Our loves, souls, pains all , all just discards before the mighty rules and numbers,

Our worth  equates to nothing before the big and powerful, those remote masters...

(by PC3 -06/17/2021)

SPRKS IN CSF: Modern day work, a view

SPRKS IN CSF: Modern day work, a view: The days race , with tasks that pile ,pushing weight of a boulder  fresh, Computers the new rule, strokes set  by some  remote master , Work...

SPRKS IN CSF: Remembering...

SPRKS IN CSF: Remembering...: To remember, is to stop for a moment , to not forget.... The starlings take flight , at dusk, honor those dead, They lay wreath at the setti...

Remembering...

To remember, is to stop for a moment , to not forget....

The starlings take flight , at dusk, honor those dead,

They lay wreath at the setting sun, their wings carry our prayers 

Grief lies before us, in cruelties before my time... 

When tears  dried before they ever could flow ,

Bewildered souls tried to make sense of days, of life...

I try to , but fail to grasp , of the cold hearts , of  mans stone souls;

Of what was , of Sho'ah, of  sorrow that  can't be held , a sorrow  so deep...

My prayers , that's all I have ,  in my heart...

(-poem  by PC3 dated 01/27/2021)

   

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day: Dawn  has kissed the sky , pink over the trees blushes the day, An owl hoots  and another replies , Nightly lovers  at dawn leave their perc...

The Day

Dawn  has kissed the sky , pink over the trees blushes the day,

An owl hoots  and another replies ,

Nightly lovers  at dawn leave their perch ,

Their wings brush the air, caress the south wind ,

Hope, of warmth and  hope itself- is destined

Today the sun dances, branches shiver briefly ; 

Theirs a hope for the spring , the warmth;

My heart aflutter  to promises of  the day , and  our tomorrows

Birdsong - prayers to hope , perchance  signal to our love aflame ,

On walks ,ours a gladness, joy  in opened hearts  ,

Hikes,  a prayer to the universe ,soon to kiss, masks set down , 

Shared love  has  quietly grown, blessings set by the universe, 

Our destiny , entwined in the stars, 

The days await for love and hope , it quietly beckons ...

 by pc-3(01/17/20)

SPRKS IN CSF: Then,there...

SPRKS IN CSF: Then,there...: There, stare hard, into a morning... There, the sun still rises, but where?  Then, is it my eyes that sees, or my dreaming senses;  Then...

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling:  Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you ,  Thus  to dare  so vile , all of power  so corrupted, To give a right to defile , God's own...

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling

SPRKS IN CSF: A ruling:  Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you ,  Thus  to dare  so vile , all of power  so corrupted, To give a right to defile , God's own...

A ruling

 Supreme court tolls loud, but who are you , 

Thus  to dare  so vile , all of power  so corrupted,

To give a right to defile , God's own temple?

Who indeed to get numbers up  , then again for whom ?

For Satan or at Heaven's gate ?, or Both ??

All  fools run to pack the brick temples ,

To lay bare soul's temples ,to be ravaged , for corona ?

Dare you now in the dark of power , blindly purport

Sacredness , light and God... all gods just names , yet...

You  did the death knell to sense,

Bodies lay here  heaped ,past all effort to get a breath  in ,

Suffering- all in 'God's name'?...oh dear God have mercy ,

For them who unleashed this misery , 

 

With the crosses and robes ,their weapons...

And us all , who suffer beneath that curse ,

Prayer for ND and Jenkins too,  lost they are in praise  to power they bow,

Blinded to light  and sans sense or compassion ,

Money changers of today , they all defile humanity...

(poem by pc-3 ,11/26/20)

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...  ...

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...  ...

SPRKS IN CSF: Today is US,then ....

SPRKS IN CSF: Today is US,then ....: I wrote the poem "day after tomorrow, years ago...before the many todays and re- posted it again recently. In theses days that gives m...

Today is US,then ....

I wrote the poem "day after tomorrow, years ago...before the many todays and re- posted it again recently. In theses days that gives me fear, i wish not to know the day after tomorrow , if our today is  now and my own poem scares me ...
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Today

I fear to see what lay thither, past the  shadows ,
Where has the sun's warmth hied to,
Gone is the morning 's bright, though the east still lights the grey,
If we just  could lift  our sealed  eyes ,shut eyes to see,
The dew has died with life ,the grass just shredded plastics,
Rain is but parched moments,clouds all but lost souls,
The oceans blue,clear to  their depths,vacuous,
Yet no place in a universe for the pain, for the lost...
It is not yet the days close ,time slowly drips,
Our today is but a crowd of  nows, time drips its moments on today ....

Poem by Pc--3 (06/04/2020)

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow: 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 wo...

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp (They come in many forms)

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp (They come in many forms): Another poem that seems too close to the present ................                                            ................ Oh undigni...

Twerp (They come in many forms)

Another poem that seems too close to the present
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Oh undignified twerp of yesterday,
On the short air train ride, how did your day go?
I signify you, for a short blerb,
Did you feel too important,
As you huffed and swiped the crumb of paper,
Some one's reminder , left , lost to the heaps ,
To trash is its future, laid waste , a reminder , perhaps
Of a delta flight taken, a piece  to board and seat,
Weary traveler long gone, his reminder left,
Yet you swiped it at me ,
Your  entitled huff says it all ....
In your head disdain , you see an immigrant,
In it you see Black or Hispanic,none else blind as you are
You can't even read people or know countries,
Limited , almost dumb, is how I see you .
Yet you see not, nor look ...
Your whiteness  you forget is just a few genes coding ,
Melanine  it seems , you go back to serve and greet,
Again a few passengers on yet another flight...
A captain you are not , not even a supervisor ....
Did you see the Korean couple snicker at your haughty ways?
Guess not ... too important in a small swelling in your brain,
You do not see, just resent  and fume,
Swelling of entitled self, with not even ample  melanine  in you...
Oh you insignificant twerp , with stripe of cabin crew ,
Donned just in your epidermis, you seethe every day, oh you twerp...

( poem by Pc-3, 10/21/18)

addendum
Oh insignificant twerps, what you donn differ, the insides all stay
Your swelled brain can't heed , the call to compassion,
No , the lack can never gain, lacks all, all around you,
Lack in melanine, lack in humanity,lack of all that is worth of soul,
With no soul  you are no human, you breathe just hate,
With no soul, no sight ...life wasted in shape of human , oh twerps,
God weeps  again for just the leaves and the wind hears it ,
With our sighs and tears the wind bears it all....
(poem by Pc-3, 05/30/2020)

SPRKS IN CSF: In the present times ...

SPRKS IN CSF: In the present times ...: An old post , if changed to another current one , could still be apt for the times . My prayers and sympathies are with all those who suff...

In the present times ...

An old post , if changed to another current one , could still be apt for the times .
My prayers and sympathies are with all those who suffer, sick and the dying and those who care for them ...
In times when compassion seems to be  lost in the face of greed , it is hard to not go back  to past thoughts and to review life's many  events and what shaped us through time .
Hence i am re-posting this



Ebola on our shores

One of the books I read as a child had a title akin to" myths and legends of the land". There is a story in the book about small pox- about goddess small pox; an angry narcissistic demanding goddess,(almost like the NRA) especially wrath-ful if she is not venerated enough... So she throws her deadly garland from the sky to fall on the rational nonbeliever who repents in his delirium , is how I think the story went, or could be  how I read it...
When I first saw the picture of the Ebola virus, I thought of the garland, the deadly garland., I guess the difference being whether a DNA virus or an RNA virus.
Now that the garland has fallen to us, I wonder how it is going to evolve.
There are a few scenarios that play in my mind. In the ideal world scenario, every person has a conscience and is compassionate to others. So each contact self isolates , informs their doctor( who is competent and dedicated) , who then gets the systems(also well thought out and competent) and protocols moving, and all get treated well and equally, with dignity and care  despite their color , creed , gender or financial status. But this is America, not Utopia, so.... may be that explains gun toting guards  and not appropriate containment measures at the origination site.......
In our multi-layered communities and in the face of the stratified health care system , there is the need for a re-adjustment of conscience and care to contain this Ebola garland. In our health care system , a wonderfully nuanced  and mostly invisibly stratified one,  there are various ways this will all play out, even as the media ladles out its share of fear or misplaced security , with a dash of venom here and dash of disdain there...
The invisible and at times visible stratification of care is so great that, the ' who, where and what' matters the most- who is the patient,where are you at, what  is the extent of your knowledge in health matters, who decides for your care, who sitting at a phone or computer screen decides to approve or deny your care, who stands to gain(not health wise but  financially -of course) etc.
I have to say one is lucky if one has a competent team caring for you and the insurance god has mercy- that is where it all depends...
So when all is divyed up and the mistakes covered up, those that is not covered up exposed and executed in public by the media, the Ebola garland would have already gifted itself to many, some through sheer incompetence, but most through lack of compassionate care in this healthcare market, where the patient is always the forgotten one (or in this case the targeted one)... May be , just may be, this will make the health system to correct itself, may be this will awken the compassion, 'the do no harm' tenet - oh just a 'may be' that I dream for ,watching waste of resources poured into the wrong end of things every day in the  health care land...ah  the 'may be's....

SPRKS IN CSF: Nature- lost( help to prevent earth's demise)

SPRKS IN CSF: Nature- lost( help to prevent earth's demise): This seems  once again more relevant today than a while back (many years ago), when it was written, after a walk.  The coral reefs are dy...

Nature- lost( help to prevent earth's demise)

This seems  once again more relevant today than a while back (many years ago, may be 2010 or so), when it was written, after a walk.

 The coral reefs are dying at a higher rate, and the death of nature continues. The most destructive species-humans. Being the greatest pest of the present, are we gearing for our wipe-out as a species. very likely...or is it.. definitely- very likely..........
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Even as the drips of rain splatter,
Taking me yet again to a land,lost and gone,
Alive in my mind, ever so briefly,
Drops splatter there on fallen leaves,
   Coconut trees sway, shower the ground,
   As the wind spy on another humid morning,
   Drops fall and clink on a stained jack-fruit leaf,
   I lie there,watch the jack fruits, marvel and dream...
   Open doors, open air and quiet days,
   A childhood stored in memories...
Yet it comes un-announced,
Sweetness of  water on a hot , dusty day,
Mangoes falling with the rain storm,
Dropped in their juicy ripeness,
Sweetness on my tongue, the pureness of joy,
Un-hurried life, now gone, never to return,
   Thus I pray, nature take over please...
   Even at a morn's walk, scrape the rubber soles,
   Forgotten , the milky sap and all before,
   All felled trees , dead to grow soured sap,
   Axed to all future diverse flora's hope,
Even as I sip my share of BPA, exhale to exhaust,
Harried run to a volume practice, hurried minds forget,
Of all unhurried days stored away,
Of nature lost , forgotten long, all losses
Endangered lists,dismissed,discussed into oblivion
Yet I still pray, nature , take over please...
For my efforts are borne to the wind,
I wearily pray, lost, hopeless,in dismay;'Nature take over please'...
(looks like nature is trying a little, may be nature is doing its work naturally)
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SPRKS IN CSF: anxiety

SPRKS IN CSF: anxiety: Anxiety is fears without any clear  resolution, Fears that leave a  trail of  shadows in its wake

SPRKS IN CSF: anxiety

SPRKS IN CSF: anxiety: Anxiety is fears without any clear  resolution, Fears that leave a  trail of  shadows in its wake

anxiety

Anxiety is fears without any clear  resolution,
Fears that leave a  trail of  shadows in its wake

SPRKS IN CSF: Oh pycnopodia

SPRKS IN CSF: Oh pycnopodia: Oh Pycnopodia, the carcass of democracy, at its death awaiteth , Your sensors have sensed it and to  feed you go,  With all those who cra...

Oh pycnopodia

Oh Pycnopodia, the carcass of democracy, at its death awaiteth ,
Your sensors have sensed it and to  feed you go,
 With all those who crave such a carcass, gluttons all...
Akin to  a giant octopus , for long we nurtured the so called democracy,
But our efforts  in vain, for long before us the reef had died,
All was just  vain hopes for conscience and  honor , for none lives ,
Just wisps of decay that flickered , in its ghostly glow ,
Of a long dead democracy , of a death of hope and of truths,
To the dead oceans , our personal truths too go to die , with us,
With our futures, present,past ;history too, all forgotten,
All laid to rest , for life cannot sustain in such toxic  soup....

(poem by - pc3 -  01/31/2020)

Oh Death

As I soared on the wings of a dream above the clouds , the phone call shocked me awake. I woke saying to myself" you cant die, I have to see you again" I stumbled at the hand set and heard the news, that my mother had died..
Then came the funeral, where she looked just as if she is sleeping and with insistence of my voice , i hoped I could wake her past the 90 yrs of living she did.
I came back after the funeral, still with the thought , that I will see her next time i visited.
The next week was all the talks of the big floods, so I could ignore the reality of a parents death. A week later Kofi Annan died , and it brought death to life  for me again . So I mused, looks like you get to hang out with kofi Annan on the other side to my mothers picture .
Another ten days and during work , my collegue got a call that his mother passed away- she was 96.
It seemed unfair that he got his mother for 6 yrs more than me .
work and a busy schedule helped me to push it farther into the corners where my reality stayed covered under this veiled tiredness.
Then senator Mccain died.
It is all unfair .This has brought it full force into my reality realm .Why cant everyone who can guide you with their integrity stay alive and well for ever . I have so many questions to ask my mom, so much life advise i need from her on many things, on how to navigate life's dilemmas.
Now I am supposed to take charge to answer questions of conscience to myself and to my children and to others.
All these people that I respected, valued and learned from, are now gone . Now my mother can hang out with kindred souls on the other side ...Opinionated as she was, she  taught us that respect for another person matters, and that the most important part for a person  is to be true to your conscience 

SPRKS IN CSF: Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....

SPRKS IN CSF: Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....: A lex   Trebek , the longtime host of American television quiz show Jeopardy, has… announced he has cancer. In a video posted on Wednesday,...

SPRKS IN CSF: Hikikomori (but i am no hermit)

SPRKS IN CSF: Hikikomori (but i am no hermit):  Hikkomori, I say is how  to be....now Yet breathe I do, Hence despite the shrink-films of now, Breathe I do... indeed I do So the  now...

SPRKS IN CSF: Hikikomori (but i am no hermit)

SPRKS IN CSF: Hikikomori (but i am no hermit):  Hikkomori, I say is how  to be....now Yet breathe I do, Hence despite the shrink-films of now, Breathe I do... indeed I do So the  now...

Hikikomori (but i am no hermit)

 Hikkomori, I say is how  to be....now
Yet breathe I do,
Hence despite the shrink-films of now,
Breathe I do... indeed I do
So the  now may need to shrink unto itself, until it explodes ,
Thus , hikkomori,  I may not be, I need not be ,I be never so ....

(poem by -pc3-Nov ,15,2019)

SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...

SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...: Somewhere far , in the coming days , Talks of some report is astir, The mouse ran up the clock, Restless, uncertain,yet the clock struck...

In the coming days...

Somewhere far , in the coming days ,
Talks of some report is astir,
The mouse ran up the clock,
Restless, uncertain,yet the clock struck,
Announce the time ,it must ...
Shifting sands in the Sahara and Gobi moves,
Unrelated , here Muller moves ; on goes the day,
Slow , slow , slow yet... crows the sun...
As it rise for its slow move ,all just a perception of day,
Yet in a fantasy in the arctic, the polar bear and the seals hope,
That the ice stays as a real block, so they can  too...
Elsewhere plans to shift news is astir,
Just so ,what's a tiny satellite, if not for friends, eh...
 New ruses, to a muses' shift ,so shift the sands and ice ,
The mouse ran down the clock, search for its burrow, it must...

(a poem by -pc3,march 2019)

SPRKS IN CSF: Elijah Cummings

SPRKS IN CSF: Elijah Cummings: I feel unmoored, sad and shocked , For  a Giant  who shone the light ,held it up standing tall His words gave me hope for this country, a...

Elijah Cummings

I feel unmoored, sad and shocked ,
For  a Giant  who shone the light ,held it up standing tall
His words gave me hope for this country, and hence the world ,
Now that light  falters , none to hold it,rise so in  stature,
None to fill in , None to loudly call to the light, the  way,
I sigh, feel the weight of a mantle of lost hope ,
The envelope we all feel ,is darkness pressing down,
For the keeper of light is gone to his eternal sleep,
His voice just a memory,  we sigh,hopes to still trudge on ,
On the right path, we  plod on;
These days we need you more...
 Carry your voice within , stay in hope always .

(poem by PC3, 10/17/2019) 

SPRKS IN CSF: Ode to monarchs

SPRKS IN CSF: Ode to monarchs: The leaves  are golden , warm jewels, they flit and fall, At times in one fell swoop , sway with the breeze , Then to hug the ground and ...

Ode to monarchs

The leaves  are golden , warm jewels, they flit and fall,
At times in one fell swoop , sway with the breeze ,
Then to hug the ground and lay, blanket for the roots ;
Stay  awhile oh sunshine,oh stay to warm our hearts,
The Monarchs have had their vote
All to soar with the wind and blow south they must,
Warmth of  old times ,  just a memory in our hearts ...
To us all left in these cold times,we dream of the warm sun,
   Team up  and fly they must,
   Just as all monarchs new and old ,
   Flock to their shores , they must,
   Force of their selves remain,unto their own they be true
  Care for their selves, just so, unto them their prime goal
  Come spring , hope awakens ,past the freeze to our souls,
  Hopeful we search , for the greening of branches,
  Hope for the sun , that stood the test of time,we all hope again...
(poem by pc 3 - 10/06/19)
   

SPRKS IN CSF: Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....

SPRKS IN CSF: Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....: A lex   Trebek , the longtime host of American television quiz show Jeopardy, has… announced he has cancer. In a video posted on Wednesday,...

Alex Trebek and Jeopordy....

Alex Trebek, the longtime host of American television quiz show Jeopardy, has… announced he has cancer. In a video posted on Wednesday, Mr Trebek, 78, says he has been…Trebek has hosted Jeopardy since 1984.....

The news was shocking to me. Some how I never expected our  dear  jeopordy host to ever become sick, least of all sick with one  with the gravest prognosis of all... But hope is what my life is built on,hope with a generous helping of faith intermixed with skepticism is how i picture the base layer of structural integrity that holds what I call 'my life' . Jeopardy played an integral part in my life- I want to thank Alex Trebek and jeopardy for giving me back life with the bits of identity that was left, rebuilding it to once again a me that is me... my life that could have been lost , along with the loss of future for  another generation.As I held on to hope without knowing that it was hope , all those many years ago when an accidental meeting with a jeopardy clue sparked my life back into its own from the tattered and broken bits ...
Hope is hope , and so I hold tight as I navigate my day, with a tiny prayer and belief in miracles and hope for Alex Trebek to fight those invasive run amok cells , holding them all  in check.
That first clue's answer, coming out involuntarily like my own inspirational breath  moved a first step in my mind and unlocked a past where I had loved books, where words had joy and lightness was knowledge. That may have been just one of the many steps in a combination of complex steps that unbound my own mind held me hostage to the ravages of PTSD. Something clicked and the locks then started to unravel...To finally feel , to breathe, to be free to read, to freely think , to talk , all that took time and is still a slow path, but it does seem to go a bit faster despite periodic 'stuckness'.  These days when my children visit we are all loud with our answers, when I watch it alone, I am just happy, just with the sense of reward to myself ...the joy of that simple pleasure is its own reward. 
I do wish and hope the  treatments  will hold  those unruly cells (all of them)in check, and pray and hope with all our hearts for his health. I am hopeful of  the newer treatments coming out, fell they  hold  sparks of hope in them ...

SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...

SPRKS IN CSF: In the coming days...: Somewhere far , in the coming days , Talks of some report is astir, The mouse ran up the clock, Restless, uncertain,yet the clock struck...

SPRKS IN CSF: Happy new year

SPRKS IN CSF: Happy new year: How to wish a happy new year... Trumpet it forth,loud and oft, Past few tantrums,great biggest ever ones, Past hold tight to your tummy,...

Happy new year

How to wish a happy new year...
Trumpet it forth,loud and oft,
Past few tantrums,great biggest ever ones,
Past hold tight to your tummy,
Gaurded with folded arms to hold tightly thy grand tummy,
Tumble in further chaos, in style,
Further it with tinsel and tweets,
And gand old snow storms ,
Those which come in winters ,
Thus to dispel any climate change...
Or portend future warming,until next time,
In smog filled lands,
Twwets through ozone holes,
And a Happy fools New year to you too...
 (poem by pc3-12/20/18)

SPRKS IN CSF: 'Anon' at Gilgo

SPRKS IN CSF: 'Anon' at Gilgo: "support the UN's International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women.".... 'Anon"- I had imagined it...

SPRKS IN CSF: 'Anon' at Gilgo

SPRKS IN CSF: 'Anon' at Gilgo: "support the UN's International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women.".... 'Anon"- I had imagined it...

SPRKS IN CSF: Quiet

SPRKS IN CSF: Quiet: O little lamb, stay quiet just so; Not a peep, hold your bleat , a little while,oh do... The giant lumbers on the hills, A mantle of dus...

Quiet

O little lamb, stay quiet just so;
Not a peep, hold your bleat , a little while,oh do...
The giant lumbers on the hills,
A mantle of dust his cloak,
His food your tongues...
Do you hear the mute flock,
The thunder of their small hooves,
O dear little lamb ,quiet now,
So you can, when the air is free...
Some day, oh some day you bleats..
Yonder on the hills ,eyes of the hawk,
The giant thumps - not thunder,
The earth quakes, muffled, "no air here"
On the dunes, on the jebels,
Settles the bone dust  of the shamaals ,
For the cold wind swirls in the hot breath,
The giants' breath, icicles at the edges,
Taste of tongues held like swirls of fog,
Oh little lamb, quiet your heart,yet listen;
Not in fear,but aware,and still,
The giant too moves quiet...

(poem by Pc-3, 10/24/18)

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp

SPRKS IN CSF: Twerp: Oh undignified twerp of yesterday, On the short air train ride, how did your day go? I signify you, for a short blerb, Did you feel too ...

SPRKS IN CSF: hope

SPRKS IN CSF: hope: The 2018 Nobel Peace Prize has gone to campaigners against rape in warfare, Nadia Murad and Denis Mukwege The winners announced in the...

hope

The 2018 Nobel Peace Prize has gone to campaigners against rape in warfare, Nadia Murad and Denis Mukwege

The winners announced in the Norwegian capital Oslo on Friday won the award for their "efforts to end the use of sexual violence as a weapon of war",

........

Hence there is hope for those who value the presence of conscience in the humans, at least for a moment...

May be  change in  the right direction could happen, in this world, even as each depraved act is minim in the wake of  the next appalling one ......

SPRKS IN CSF: Sexual Harrassment - # Me too versus # Not Me ...

SPRKS IN CSF: Sexual Harrassment - # Me too versus # Not Me ...: The # me too and the talk of 'being victimized' brought up an important question to my mind.. . How many women or girls who present...

Sexual Harrassment - # Me too versus # Not Me at all

The # me too and the talk of 'being victimized' brought up an important question to my mind.. . How many women or girls who presently occupy this earth can clearly and unequivocally say that they were never victimized in any form, not preyed upon, not violenced against or had a molestation attempt made towards them.
I for sure cannot stand under that umbrella. But I am not going to take it sitting down either. Years have gone by , even decades. I interact with those  attemptor ones on many an occasion, in family, friend groups and some even professionally. But it still  come as a surprise when in this ripe old age  of mine ,a man purposely brushes up or grabs, and  this still shocks me  into silence .
The most recent event occurred while  standing with a peer at a dinner event , my peer's husband grabbed me as he made his way to her side. what do you do...first you stare, in shocked surprise, then you recognize you have been muted, by the event and the fact that it is your peer nearby and there is no way to do much about it , its just awkward...
The occasion  of the  day and the public nature if it all further mutes you, even as you seethe over it repeatedly. I am grateful for a hawkine  hovering  by both my parents, ( even as I resented it so much at that time )so I was really spared these occurrences of untarnished sexual aggression that is laced with physical and emotional aggression until later in life... (even such a possibility did not cross my path until I was sixteen, when I yelled all the curses I could gather  at the boy  who ran to grab  me on my way back from school  and continued his run. I ran after him , threw whatever I  could grab from the road side  and then went and told my parents and the school--sixteen is elderly by the subcontinent gauge according to what I have understood from the lives of my friends at that time ).That subtle secure feeling  may have helped me to go forward despite all these and many more  that got  piled on me , sometimes I think more than a lifetime can ever handle...

Yet there is more for life, more to worth measures in our lifetimes . I say power to the rare women who can say..."not me at all". For the others , more power to them to hold their heads high and go forward ,for there is so much to be done , to make even the slightest ripple  in this oceanic vastness of powered aggressors and their deeds.
There is no time to rest, indeed .
 I just saw the news item about sexual misconduct is discussed in the capitol hill, which gives me further hope.
All of us, mothers , grandmothers, aunts  sisters and daughters  have work to do...WE ALL NEED TO STAND UP TOGETHER  , use our collective effort and make the change to change those around us , we ARE NOT victims, but powered ones who start that change ....

SPRKS IN CSF: elections in November

SPRKS IN CSF: elections in November: Facebook says it has removed 32 accounts and pages believed to have been set up to influence the mid-term US elections in November well ....

elections in November

Facebook says it has removed 32 accounts and pages believed to have been set up to influence the mid-term US elections in November

well ....
no surprise there ,  or is there?
Even if no human being  turned up to vote , may be the chosen ones will win with a
full one hundred percent turned out and unanimously voted for towards that win...

SPRKS IN CSF: Then,there...

SPRKS IN CSF: Then,there...: There, stare hard, into a morning... There, the sun still rises, but where?  Then, is it my eyes that sees, or my dreaming senses;  Then...

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: separated , at at ,at tender age......

SPRKS IN CSF: SPRKS IN CSF: separated , at at ,at tender age......: SPRKS IN CSF: separations : words, sounds separated children,  man-made borders, shelter pets, crickets in a nuclear dust, cries , breaki...

SPRKS IN CSF: separated , at at ,at tender age...

SPRKS IN CSF: separations: words, sounds separated children,  man-made borders, shelter pets, crickets in a nuclear dust, cries , breaking souls, repeat again -- h...

SPRKS IN CSF: Pardons-for sale?

SPRKS IN CSF: Pardons-for sale?: Pardons for sale?...perhaps What price..it depends, doesn't it ... The bell tolls, but for when, for whom,where? Who chooses the que...

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 whom ?

For satan or at heaven's gate ?, or both ??

All  fools run to pack the brick temples ,

To lay bare soul's temples ,to be ravaged , for corona ?

Dare you now in the dark of power , blindly purport

Sacredness , light and God ... all gods just names ,

Knell the death toll to sense,

Bodies lay here  heaped ,past all effort to get a breath  in ,

Suffering- all in 'God's name'?...oh dear God have mercy ,

For them who unleashed this misery , with their crosses and robes as wepons ,

And us all , who suffer beneath that curse ,

Prayer for ND and jenkins too, they are lost, all just  praise  to power 

Blinded to light  and sans sense or compassion ,

Money changers of today , they all defile humanity...

SPRKS IN CSF: Why

SPRKS IN CSF: Why: Why the divide? why are we stuck?Why the racism ? why cant we move to the lighted side of moral living ? I ask the question 'why' ...

Why

Why the divide? why are we stuck?Why the racism ? why cant we move to the lighted side of moral living ?
I ask the question 'why' so many times during the day, may be more frequently than when I was four or five years old. The current whys comes as an auto exasperation response. I like my younger version 'why's- they got a response that was satisfying to my curious mind.
Today's 'why's  go , ambiguously into the demise of humanity realm.

I am not complaining about the various tweets that are racist, that is those peoples' opinion...please don't you  call that "their bias", in fact call it what it is - pure  unadulterated racism that drives this country now . But why?
If only we could use those dark minds' to power our energy needs, like using dark matter to give energy, light , to make the darkness dissipate ... well may be in that 'alternate utopia'  they use that as a resource .That land sure is thriving with alternate facts.
Let me digress  briefly from talking about overt aggression and instead talk about micro-aggression
I thought this whole country  knew micro aggression as a daily fact of life .
When I go to my neighborhood key food store   and the snarly cashier reluctantly drops the bill and the change into my hand , careful not to touch me even accidentally and rolls her eyes as I exit , I ignore it. I know that she has to do cashiering  as a job and that my taxes would go to support her if she lost that job .I have to say at times I seek out her counter , just to make her day uncomfortable . oh well...I never said I am saintly...
I also have to thank my neighbor for his kindly entitled  advise of last week -as he barged into my back yard as I was closing the gate, suggesting , asking if "I have considered moving , as a way of downsizing , especially as  children are grown and live in different places ".So noble of him to want his neighborhood to be purer , racially speaking ...I do not question why he has not considered downsizing as his children had moved away few years before mine did  . Instead I just smile and nod and ask him 'what his children are doing'? ..
As I politely nod and say 'how nice ', he feels the need to reciprocate asking me that question about my children  .So I gleefully explain each of their careers .Sorry if it bothers him more that a brownie has more brownie points through education and he makes a quick exit, surely with an acute attack by the jealousy gods.
Oh if only his darkness could heat a few homes ...Why all this darkness , oh people , why indeed?
  

SPRKS IN CSF: MARCH FOR OUR LIVES - the letter to my children

SPRKS IN CSF: MARCH FOR OUR LIVES - the letter to my children: What was written below was more than an  year old , yet relevant as we march , march for our lives  It is more relevant today when childr...

MARCH FOR OUR LIVES - the letter to my children

What was written below was more than an  year old , yet relevant as we march , march for our lives 

It is more relevant today when children in this country has decided to act and be clear against what is wrong, they have made their voices heard with right thoughts ...
Things do look similar and may be this letter remains ever more relevant today than when I wrote it for my children ...before we could even imagine this  level of decline and chaos
Kaos did win and the chaos continues
Hence i shall re-post it /  blog it again
(peace crane 3 -  )

 I look at my initial thoughts, and I am not so sure any more. But one still has to act.In the shifting sands of time , all become irrelevant, even the revered spots have a way of being erased of its values. As  some in the world  take a moment to look into history , and memorialize a horrid past point, we stare aghast at a future of horrors and irreverent days that stare back . I for one feel the whole world should act , in quest of freedoms, and right to live peacefully .

Lost freedoms ,and lost lives do matter .



Lets remember and act on the many losses as we remember the lost .






'My dear children,
I have to advice you all not to loose heart, despite the much feared event-a Kaos presidency.
You are all blessed with wisdom that life gives..the values of moderation.
You have gone past the rigors of an education system that advises you to think , while abhorring your questioning and thinking minds...
You have managed to get into the adult world, where nothing is fair, yet with your determined souls you have made each of your environments a little bit more fairer for all.
You have witnessed the closet racism, the bigotry, and even the master mentality of someone . At  times you re-call those  few occasions and have risen above it all.So with these experiences have come wisdom.It may seem like desperate times, but now is not the time to despair.This is the time for thought as well as action and there is much work to do.
THINK , because thought is not controlled by any, besides it allows you to bounce various ideas, stretch and contract things in your mind without any restraint.Out of thought is born actions, and clarity.
You may be quiet, which is alien to the majority in this nation, may be even to the vast world , especially because the process of contemplation and thought are somewhat alien here as well.
Hence we have this  new president((not surprising ..)
You have experienced many a conflict...conflicts of identity,ideals and the external conflicts of power that is inherent in every community, including its smallest unit- the family and the individual...
It gives me great hope for the future as you all manage your lives,I am sure you will negotiate change, including your efforts to change policy, even beyond your areas of expertise into the outer world far beyond your comfortable niches.
You will also learn much about adaptability and creating change without loosing your inner selves, as I did over time.
So my advice to you all- make the change, just as the gentle waves do,but assured that your efforts will produce change. The tsunamis may have usurped the beaches, but the gentle waves persist and round out the jagged edges,where they break...
So go forth with clarity and the efforts that persist , joining forces with the many moderates out there just like you, ones with clarity and goodness in their souls, who strive for change,in the midst of a mindless robotic prattling lot and the many that have destruction and hate within them ...
Do not despair, loud bangs do not carry the weight of clear thoughts, it's just noise and remains brief...'
If withe clarity in your minds, you need swiftness of action, or persistance, do not give up ...Go with determination , yet clear in your minds and remain true to the right thoughts and actions

SPRKS IN CSF: Stephen Hawking

SPRKS IN CSF: Stephen Hawking: Visionary physicist Professor Stephen Hawking has died, aged 76.... Where time drags, hope seem far, all around us , Look up at the vas...

Stephen Hawking

Visionary physicist Professor Stephen Hawking has died, aged 76....


Where time drags, hope seem far, all around us ,
Look up at the vastness above, 
There  too is change, but perceived here ,
If ever in a future , may be as hope ...or none,
Yet , our minutiae in the vastness of universe
And time in itself  is hope, imperfect yet there...

(by pc 3)

SPRKS IN CSF: He only.... me once

SPRKS IN CSF: He only.... me once: " He only.... me once"  , I heard Lawrence O'donnell   on  MSNBC (  www.msnbc.com/the-last-word ) address the new  gaping  w...

He only.... me once

"He only.... me once"  , I heard Lawrence O'donnell   on  MSNBC ( www.msnbc.com/the-last-word )address the new  gaping  wound in the new era in our new new , all new and improved   nation, the very new improved USSAR....

its past   -- way past, ' me too'.... and  all words fail me
 May be thus wordless I can ease into a future , where dementia is comforting,
Where thoughts and sense  die frozen....

addendum(03/13/18)

The flag as a smock , yes that too I heard today,
All respect for all that should be ,all  as is decimated
Be it  Liberty,Nature or respectable values ,
Where all go to die, its time , lost into the mesh of matter and time,
There we ease into comfort and call it dementia,
It then becomes suspended state of all lost , and  hopes of peace ...
(by -pc3)

SPRKS IN CSF: Womens March

SPRKS IN CSF: Womens March: The women marched , head held up , stand up to bullies of  the just, As bullies gulped down more beef to give grief, the women marched , h...

Womens March

The women marched , heads held up , stand up to bullies of  the just,
As bullies gulped down more beef to give grief,
The women marched , here there every where..
They walked , strength in their hearts , worn down , may be by life,
But with the right that comes of being , they walked ,
They walked on , theirs the strength of courage , of honor to what is right , they walked ...
On they walked , even as zoolander mimed before the mikes in jordan,
Looking into the smoky sphere, images of future through the fog there,
Glimpses...out by June and in by July, for clarity with time -perhaps,
Out of a house into another , is it for the blob? may be clearer tomorrow ,
Out there lies the future, not yet divined...yet they walked ,
They walked on feet that fretted before , carrying a determined grace within,
Shining the light for strength of hearts, of just actions , to a right path ...
For future that must  shine , their feet stroked the earth,in waves , yes indeed...

( by PC3, 01/21/18)

Then,there...

There, stare hard, into a morning...
There, the sun still rises, but where?
 Then, is it my eyes that sees, or my dreaming senses;
 Then, do I stare, at the unformed edges,
Or is it the foaming edges that quake, nay  wither?
Again , what is it that my eyes behold...
If they behold at all?
At the edges ,bubbles form, in frosty specks,
At the edge of conscience, freezer burns,
They  were there, silent , waiting,sheathed,
Silent in the hearts, in the minds, bubbling,
Yet deform , all despite  time , cold and hardening...
The days , they still form, but the inner sanctums,
To all deities lay defiled,freeze burned consciences that scatter...

Poem by P c 3 ---(08/12/17)

SPRKS IN CSF: Harry pothen and the end of the universe ( story t...

SPRKS IN CSF: Harry pothen and the end of the universe ( story t...: "nuclear disaster may be a "tantrum away' ,said  Beatrice Fihn  The time of Harry potter could not contend to where the uni...

Life , History and ...all ours?

(I write for those whose voice is stilled or who cannot speak...(Peace crane 3))

My voice, my thoughts , all mine,yet for how long ...
For the voices stilled, for the thoughts bound,
Thoughts that find no anchor, that they just  are, wandering,
Bubbling  in  , untethered voice, with no vessel to place ,
Is this what all abuse costs,
    Some mute with thoughts bound,
    Fears just keep rekindling,
    For all ,dances with no end,
    Into act and react and all to dance again,
    Yet in others' constant embers burn,
    Stained memories that don't tether,
    Kynuerins and toxins accumulate,spills into words,
    Into a dance of steps, non-steps,missteps all,
    Bereft of rhythm, of music,
    All call it life, yet forget life it is not...
My rooms are  in disarray,
Reflects my mind , my brain..
Chaos the theme of the times
I am no artist , but I dance and call it life...
In the shadows bears prowl and snakes slither,
Shadow deeds go on endless, disdain its aura,
Their ilk knows to bind,endless
Knows that  dance, to humor all fears,
For one to survive, for life,it all remains the same...
   Through centuries, through generations,
    Them faltered steps never cease to amuse the powers,
   In despair, human souls, they crumple,yet shadows prowl, persists...
Rising from the sea with their shining marks,
We, the masses stare, adore even,
As our eyes burn holes into our brains,
   Leaning in, into "just fears",senseless and bound,
   Yes, we repeat and replay and call it always- history...
   They remain  a bit varied; we all act our parts,
  Yet again that replay  is but our lives...

(poem by pc3- 10/14/17)

SPRKS IN CSF: Snow

SPRKS IN CSF: Snow: Snow falls ever so gently, Dust and and water in their yin yang dance, Softly blankets the grass,withered and brown, Forgotten , is that...

SPRKS IN CSF: Snow

SPRKS IN CSF: Snow: Snow falls ever so gently, Dust and and water in their yin yang dance, Softly blankets the grass,withered and brown, Forgotten , is that...

SPRKS IN CSF: reflect I on (a poem by pc3)

reflect I on (a poem by pc3)

I want to take this space to reflect, as the future  and past draws to a close..lost to a present, almost like the inconsequential feeling to life when hurtled through the skies to the dark force,
not the force of balance but of insatiety... for lives, for all that render meaning to life...!!. .

First things first ...I say again , with more conviction now ...

I am  still afraid to reflect,
For fear if my thoughts spill out here, then can I walk with nary a care?
Or should I at every step feel smaller and weaker, in a new year...
But again, that's not in my nature,so-
I sigh with relief, for some oceans ,and many such cares
Have saved hope of being  that, oceans ...
Thank you ,president Obama, for caring, for being,
Beyond gains of now,for trying ,on the many ways...
For keeping values, reflected , and reflectives,
For thoughts, in a land that shun thoughtfulness,
Where loud matter,to keep right action,beyond all clamour...
An office, a title, not squandered,but honor kept,
For the few amongst many,valued thoughts ,
So a kindred in spirit, for our own thoughts ,values reflected here and there...



as we hurtle to the land of dark forces and lost sights,
we have to try not to be swallowed by the dark,
yet land with our antennae, in our new world order,
our antenae - evolutions' gift , just sprouting

(poem -by PC3-01/21/2017)-- but very much relevant now -dec 2017 or may be more relevant today 

SPRKS IN CSF: Harry pothen and the end of the universe ( story t...

SPRKS IN CSF: Harry pothen and the end of the universe ( story t...: "nuclear disaster may be a "tantrum away' ,said  Beatrice Fihn  The time of Harry potter could not contend to where the uni...

Snow

Snow falls ever so gently,
Dust and and water in their yin yang dance,
Softly blankets the grass,withered and brown,
Forgotten , is that smell of fresh that rise with the dew ,
As the sun smiles , hopes on spring...to future , yet so far...

Just cold seeps and settle , all hopes and scents lost to apathy,

Scant days  and long shadows...days that reflect wretched lives...
( a poem by Pc3-12/10/17)

Yet now the sun shines ,
Ever so brief, beyond the clouds,
Hopes for hope itself,
Dignity  budding ,
Portends to spring ,to warmer days,
To the suns magic, to the unseen and unsung,
 Salve  for hope, to  a future spring ,
Oh Alabama...
The parched earth need some rain and sun,
So the leaves can sprout , for humanity,
Oh Alabama , for beyond darkness....
wake , o Nation  , from hibernation...
From slumber,to the day...
( a continuation  poem by Pc 3- 12/12/17)

SPRKS IN CSF: Harry pothan and the end of the universe ( story t...

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Harry pothen and the end of the universe ( story that cannot be told )

"nuclear disaster may be a "tantrum away' ,said Beatrice Fihn 

The time of Harry potter could not contend to where the universe is headed , hence that story could not be written. I love J K Rowling, but I fear she could not write the story for fear of what may come to pass.
Yet the unwritten story has to be told ,in this world of alternate realities. There was Voldemort, but because now with Voldemort's demise  harry went  into retirement . The universe had not come to a point in time  yet to think  that he( Voldemort) could be reborn as a modern Hydra ,and is now known as " the one who cannot be named".
If anyone utters the name , the head swells and regenerates into alternate realities and creates more such heads all over the universe ...hence he remains as " the one who cannot be named"
In this universe, it is now up to harry pothen ( the real harry Pothen had returned to dust so long ago and harry potter retired) or the many alternate versions of harry pothen to strive to  get the universe from imploding

The followers of " the one who cannot be named " are ecstatic...
Yes, they have seen the signs, of darkness rising, in those clouds , in their 'lead, antimony, asbestos methane'layers, and they marvel how those precisely arranged layers are at once soft and heavy to poke at the ozone ...
"yes the ozone is a bubble that don't stand a chance against the dark lord", they all chant in unison  as they run around shooting  their new shiny guns off at the ozone
" have you seen them fires burn and make the day into night , just like after the oil wells burned, so beautiful " they all coo in unison.
" Have you heard the echoes, that is like the rumble of the earth and yet maim like ignorance, so great..."
" its a beautiful thing, trust me, it is wonderful"
" yes all news is fake news , the only reality is the alternate one, and it changes like the gold and crystals in the rainbow " and they run towards the rainbow.At the end of the rainbow is their  said pot of gold ..." yes these new tax changes will make the gold grow bigger nuggets in that rainbow" they all  screech,yelping with pride

     Harry pothen is confused as the world without order is like anti-matter and he is matter , now can he ever hope to succeed, "yes only time will tell , indeed only time can ", he sighs  as the light bends and universe gets closer to imploding ...' as it has been  said in the stars, even before time was born'

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