Welcome to College

The homework assignment was to give a generalized picture of what you believe is the moral concept for each.

God:  I see God as being greater than humanity and also; interchangeably, the sum of it.  The energy of humanity and the universe is God (ly).  What we put out or off into the universe is reflected back to us.

Universe:  The universe is God; a spiritual entity.

Self - Humanity: is both a mirror and a sponge of the universe.

Knowledge:  My sense of knowledge comes from the energy I both, take in and expel.  Knowledge transcends.

Death:  Because we are all energy, that energy never dies; but transforms.

An added thought (not part of the assignment).  When I pray, I usually am using my energy to call the energy of the universe toward or (away), to or (from) what I'm praying for.  I think (on most days) that all living matter in the universe makes up the energy of God.  Energy is capable of moving from one source to another; negatively or positively depending on what we put out or take in.  How's that for philosophical??? 

Later! time for class!

Absorbed

 

 

The blade of grass

gulped the dew; before

the rays of the sun

leaped over the trees

swallowing it whole, alas!

 

 

 

(PS: I had to answer philosophical questions on the

concepts of morality of God, the universe, etc;

and these words popped into my head.

Maybe I should share that assignment here?

I really had no idea that Criminal

Justice could be so philosophical.)

 

 

The Current...

Tomorrow
anxiously awaits
for the stream to
drive the current
that will kiss
the rock;
dry from drought,
with its salty sweetness.




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Continuum

Life as a leaf

with veins

that flow or not

without reins

the

leaf

survives

or

not

Because rebirth

is inevitable

when the earth

weeps

...

Tonight

Broken is the heart: that weeps
beneath a sky of blue.

Broken is the heart: that leaps
beneath a sky of storms.

Broken is the soul that
can do neither...

in response to That Girl

In response to That Girls blog post, I say: Hell ya, I support the first amendment! 
However, EVEN MORE SO; I support my second amendment right not to be shot!

Obviously, what we're doin as Americans ain't working.  If it ain't broke, don't fix it.  If it's broken,
PLEASE FUCKING FIX IT!!!!!

Dress Up

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[She wore her very best dress

twirling as fast as it took

for it to flair out;

giving the dizziness

rhyme and reason

for the observers who

might be

watching]

  

 

 

 

 

 

 



Stings 'n Strings Snapping

The bee buzzes
Circling. circling.
Round 'n round
Her head.

She doesn't flinch;
She doesn't blink.

Cause
She knows
Any sudden moves,
Will signal

The bee to sting;
Again.

THE College Student

Learning how to learn is harder than the learning itself, I think.  I'm doing things that I never would have imagined.......  (Yea, being your own cheerleader is most important, always.)  I'm missing my poetry writing immensely.  I MUST schedule that in somewhere...  Making time for sleep is starting to annoy me. (And if you know me, you know sleep is the most important thing to me)

I hope to be back within 48 hours with a new poem!  :)

...randomness at its finest folks...

Conflict

The noises scream
at supersonic speed
like an F-14 flying in his head
with the Top Gun theme
softly competing for space:
                                                    To fly.

Missiles launched. But,

By God! Politely
he asks, "When will the war end?"

Strike

The brilliant lightning

  like a thief

stealing the shadows

    off the panic

stricken faces taking cover

    down below;

for one second too many

Reaping

The years were good, and
the crop grew strong and tall
never failing to give its best,

Praising the sun and rain
for always giving;
Equally, consistently.

Until that year; The year
the rain stopped, the soil
hardened with life destroying

Protection, trying and failing
in a vicious cycle of
hate and love.  By the time

The farmer realized it was dying,
he watered every night and
fanned all day, only to be met with

Surprise when the crop withered
with nothing left to give, forever;
Leaving a scar the days can never erode.

August Rush

The fifteenth, the sixteenth, the twentieth.
Every year, I wait for the middle of August.
Will it pass by normally, or
will we burn a memory?

Everyday, I am thankful for the one
that makes it all worthwhile!!!

I'm ready for a day of writing.  I'm hoping beyond hope that I can burn a new memory on the twentieth.  Instead of it being the day she left me alone, forever... it will be my first day of a new beginning...
(It's kinda ironic the first day of school will be on the twentieth, I think...)  Life! who fucking knew?!?!?

Communication

The thing about words is, When
Put together with the wrong combinations,
Intention doesn't match comprehension,
They were said at the wrong time,
At the wrong place, or
to the wrong person... Suddenly,
Fuck becomes a dirty word!!!

A Rhymester's Tale

My hand is chained to my pain
holding hers helpless to let it go
and too powerless to keep it;
but when the wind changes
and the sky rages
the lightning can strike ya
if you don't run for your life
despite the strife it lays out.
It ain't 'bout this or that
but all of it that too much
sludge will pull you under
when you're foolin' yourself
that thunder is only thunder
without a strike hidden in a fist
full of words that always insist
you're as wrong as the sun at midnight;
that's the plight of it and
that's all I know, for now.

Fast Food

That double bacon cheeseburger
slicked with grease dripping
ruining everything
it touches; But Damn!
It sure does taste good
until it is swallowed
and absorbed.

Codification

In the desperation of forlorn
hope, the field of thorns
blanketed with words
to coat the chill
of the winter without
an approaching spring.

Resonance

Like a black strap on a wall of brick

The lights dim in a orange glow

of terror sparked memories

of a prison full of love

whispered from above

its familiar comfort; not unnoticed

none the less, she waits.

Fallen

In the weeping hours
one by one
the leaves gift their last breath
to the soil that gave them life;

Aging into crumbling bits,
till there is nothing left
but memories of the
cool shade they once made.

Distractions

Music, like air
is always there
even when life is not fair;

lifting

anyone who
dares to let it In-
Side-Tracked.

Casuality

Her hand grabbed the stem
of the red tipped rose
without pain
from thorns piercing

until, the last petal fell
with a scarring brittleness.



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The Ending

The night lies wasted
by the sun setting
without regard
for the stars;
waiting all
day.




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The Core

The walls cradle the sick
some more than others
is always the way,
so it seems. Sometimes,
we don't survive
the inevitable; Sometimes,
it doesn't survive us.




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Life 'n Stuff

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you aren't looking....

(the only thing that stays the same, is change)