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)

SPRKS IN CSF: Papa Francis

SPRKS IN CSF: Papa Francis:  We bid goodbye, our souls now heavy, unmoored, Our Pope... Papa Francis ! Your words  to guide, we still stumble ,  Compassion -its never  ...

Papa Francis

 We bid goodbye, our souls now heavy, unmoored,

Our Pope... Papa Francis !

Your words  to guide, we still stumble , 

Compassion -its never  easy, when greed lights up all around, 

We  look inside  , with our slow breaths, 

Yes, we too  see all humanity  , all earth... all is one !

 Strive, so we  too  can erase pain, may be we too can...

May be press  ever so lightly on  you earth, 

May be tomorrow  can be lighter , easier for another, 

Just so  even through my tears, my veil of sadness,

I try a little, to see every other  mirrored on my soul,

Yes, every other is me, all is one 

Poem by Pc-3( 04/26/2025)

SPRKS IN CSF: Now for courage

SPRKS IN CSF: Now for courage:  Its time now , time to speak , that voice from your soul, Beyond fears, yes -time to act , before  the darkness,  Time is now , to speak, t...

SPRKS IN CSF: Cold drool

SPRKS IN CSF: Cold drool: Cold drool collects ,tears too, Stains the  pillows, sad slow crawl like death, Cruel ways of life , birth and death  entangle , Some create...

Cold drool

Cold drool collects ,tears too,

Stains the  pillows, sad slow crawl like death,

Cruel ways of life , birth and death  entangle ,

Some created, some given , some just there,

All just by sheer chance of birth and life's weaves,

Cancers created and chanced, 

Cancers of the soul never could be cured,

They  just drove the pathos of life ,

Designed cruelties... and called it life...

And some called it God even..

Poem  by Pc-3( 04/11/2025)

SPRKS IN CSF: Disappeared...

SPRKS IN CSF: Disappeared...:  These times of  ' disappeared', I stare  to the todays, Time stretches , circuitous ,shallow waves before my soul, Bodies of retire...

Disappeared...

 These times of  ' disappeared', I stare  to the todays,

Time stretches , circuitous ,shallow waves before my soul,

Bodies of retirements  all gets disappeared, 

Time stands very still , yet,

Funds go like magic, like people ,as does the bees,

All disappeared before us, fast from reality,

All lost in time , yet all before time ...

Fiddles  there Nero, from a rooftop, 

Glowing there in the dark, swirls there a fire below,

Disappeared is all in the smoke , no mirrors here yet...

by Pc-3 ( 04/07/2025)

SPRKS IN CSF: Rain

SPRKS IN CSF: Rain:  Floating clouds hang low, the sky a grey mirror, Drops fall in a long stream, Out there , they spill  and splatter, Is it the earth that sp...

Rain

 Floating clouds hang low, the sky a grey mirror,

Drops fall in a long stream,

Out there , they spill  and splatter,

Is it the earth that spills the drops ,

In a stream up to the clouds...

Is this day , another's prelude, or just a mirror?

To my dreamless nights,

Or to my slumbering wakefulness?...

Poem by Pc- 3 (04/05/2025)

SPRKS IN CSF: Now

SPRKS IN CSF: Now:  Its time now , time to speak , that voice from your soul, Beyond fears, yes -time to act , before  the darkness,  Time is now , to speak, t...

Now for courage

 Its time now , time to speak , that voice from your soul,

Beyond fears, yes -time to act , before  the darkness, 

Time is now , to speak, to voice ,to act, 

Not time for fears, yes time to rise , 

Beyond the fears, yes now... 

Not a time  for uncertainty, 

Before the dark, before the soul's inky death,

Time is now , to rise with light, with truth,

Its time now, yes now - before the light's death...

Poem by pc-3 (04/02/2025)

Honoring all who stand up and act  and above all honor to all with courage and righteousness, be it a Harvard or a kindergarten... every little step for righteousness and doing the right  matters! Every little drop of courage before the bullies matters for Democracy , honor , every right thought and right action matters!