Wednesday, May 30, 2018
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?
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?
Sunday, March 25, 2018
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
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
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)
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...
Friday, February 9, 2018
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)
Tuesday, January 23, 2018
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)
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)
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
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)
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)
Monday, January 8, 2018
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...
Sunday, January 7, 2018
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)
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)
Thursday, December 14, 2017
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...
Monday, December 11, 2017
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...
Sunday, December 10, 2017
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...
( 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)
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)
Friday, December 8, 2017
SPRKS IN CSF: Harry pothan and the end of the universe ( story t...
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 headed , hence that story could not be written. I love J K Rowling, but...
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'
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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