SPRKS IN CSF: Three religions... The three monotheistic religio...

SPRKS IN CSF:  Three religions... The three monotheistic religio...:  Three religions...  The three monotheistic religions had started  their life in a region that had held human thoughts in where they all bre...

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow

SPRKS IN CSF: The Day after tomorrow: I saw this today once again and realized  its relevance today... I even wonder now if I saw our 'todays' ,which  was  a future from ...

The Day after tomorrow

I saw this today once again and realized  its relevance today... I even wonder now if I saw our 'todays' ,which  was  a future from when I first wrote this - I feel it was almost a premonition  of times from  , so far back . Hence I am posting it again...

 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 work.
 Carry my day in routines,
      Tomorrow I balk and stare,
  Into the day after,
  The day after tomorrow, I see,
   I see the future,
   I see it all crumble and shift,
   All my future children,
   Crumble into civilization's demise,
I see the day after tomorrow,
Rising into oblivion;
All life and time glide and lurch away,
All into the great oblivion, oblivious all still...
Into the day after tomorrows...
 

(poem by Pc3--01/30/2017)

I  post this again, as it seems so apt for our todays and tomorrows

SPRKS IN CSF: Anon

SPRKS IN CSF: Anon:  I read many by Anon... once my mind drew up the greatest writer- Anon, So many verses, so many stories , all by the great Anon, Today '...

Anon

 I read many by Anon... once my mind drew up the greatest writer- Anon,

So many verses, so many stories , all by the great Anon,

Today 'a - non' drives the world , criminal dreams of some non, 

On a whim from golden seats, a drawl here, a draw there,

Here there everywhere, but to where... this one is no great Anon, 

Just one gathering  criminals , may be for his ministries,

Just gathering , rolling in greed, unclear if a fart or a farthing ,

Both the hue of greed and hate , brain waves maybe always  slow waves,

Noise  never can equate to music, always lacks quality... noise-lost for all melody ,

A  non can never be an Anon ever , try as might with all might...

A poem by  Pc-3 ( 06/11/2025)

SPRKS IN CSF: Anon

SPRKS IN CSF: Anon:  I read many by Anon... once my mind drew up the greatest writer- Anon, So many verses, so many stories , all by the great Anon, Today '...

SPRKS IN CSF: Pardons-for sale?

SPRKS IN CSF: 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...

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...