SPRKS IN CSF: Flashbacks and Gods….

SPRKS IN CSF: Flashbacks and Gods….:   Flashbacks   and Gods…. Flashbacks, they come un-invited. A little girl cowering under the covers, stuffing her shirt into her mouth to ...

SPRKS IN CSF: ode to my senses in time of loss

SPRKS IN CSF: ode to my senses in time of loss:  Ah the flared nostrils sigh in pleasure, hint of garlic and chilli waft in , Sprinkled into the  cup of yogurt, the sour notes tickle  my p...

SPRKS IN CSF: Good bye to Honor

SPRKS IN CSF: Good bye to Honor: Today Honor died with a final gasp... Lays there the ashes of 'being', of all... Slashed and raped morals smeared across the days , ...

Good bye to Honor

Today Honor died with a final gasp...

Lays there the ashes of 'being', of all...

Slashed and raped morals smeared across the days ,

Smirking arrogance  has sprouted their hopes to rape all...

Lies there thee dead ,oh humanity ,

The soul within you flayed and slaughtered, never to rise ever ...  ...

Poem by Pc-3-(06/24/22)

SPRKS IN CSF: ode to my senses in time of loss

SPRKS IN CSF: ode to my senses in time of loss:  Ah the flared nostrils sigh in pleasure, hint of garlic and chilli waft in , Sprinkled into the  cup of yogurt, the sour notes tickle  my p...

SPRKS IN CSF: Earth day...

SPRKS IN CSF: Earth day...: Earth day, another day laid to rest; the skies are loud above us,  Not the screech owl  at night, nor the hoof falls or a gallop, All  roar ...

SPRKS IN CSF: Earth day...

SPRKS IN CSF: Earth day...: Earth day, another day laid to rest; the skies are loud above us,  Not the screech owl  at night, nor the hoof falls or a gallop, All  roar ...

Earth day...

Earth day, another day laid to rest; the skies are loud above us, 

Not the screech owl  at night, nor the hoof falls or a gallop,

All  roar of planes , with war on their minds...

Man and beast, alight  beneath, souls that whimper far  abound, 

Be it Palestine , Jordan, Odessa or  Congo,

Be it hutu , tutsi,  cherokee or gaurani, 

All tears  flow slow , pained souls  sigh ,

The earth heaves  a sigh and all proud men shake ,

For the tears have been rivers , they swell and shake ,

The souls have all sighed, and massed into the howling winds, 

Ah , the earth , I too  tire at you soulless men, all beasts ...

No soul , no thought ,blind yet  they squander,   

I too sigh , Oh dear Earth , with you ,

Shudder  at the day when you oh  dear earth  your heaves ,  sigh  and shake....

 

poem  by peace crane -3 (04/22/22)

 

SPRKS IN CSF: Time

SPRKS IN CSF: Time: Fathers, mothers , daughters and sons , they entwined their lives and weaved time ... Events , they just embellished this weave, some times ...

Time

Fathers, mothers , daughters and sons , they entwined their lives and weaved time ...

Events , they just embellished this weave, some times they encrusted these weaved lives and created little knobs...

In kockanacherry Mark Anthony was told, "you are wasting time". But he knew even then as a third grader,' you never waste time , you create time '.

As he poked at the scurrying beetle and flipped it onto its shiny back and waited for it to turn over , instead of pushing a slate pencil over the  scarred grey of the old slate, he just knew ," you never waste time ", so he waited , his intense eyes holding the acrobatic dance of the beetle on its back making trails in the fine soil as time ...

story by peace crane -3 ( 03/25/2021)

SPRKS IN CSF: THERE ARE NO WINNERS IN A WAR

SPRKS IN CSF: THERE ARE NO WINNERS IN A WAR:  There are no winners in a war ........... ..................................................... Just grief  and misery........................

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 ...

Rabid Bears

 I learnt today that bears can get rabies, though rare  

And they infect others , or are they rabid dogs in bear garbs?

Some like their rabies, even whiling in the rotted brains,

Soul-less, drunk on  power, they roam , until they are done;

Oh if only all rabid ones be done ,

Before they devour  those who  breathe, snuffing  their lives  ,

Be it a saffron dog or an orange-head, or any other canine ,

Salivating all with cowardice , soul less power....if only ...

Poem by Pc-3 ( 02/24/2022)

SPRKS IN CSF: Rabid Bears

SPRKS IN CSF: Rabid Bears:  I learnt today that bears can get rabies, though rare   And they infect others , or are they rabid dogs in bear garbs? Some like their rabi...

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)