Showing posts with label humanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humanity. Show all posts

Friday, September 16, 2022

Exodus

Bring me into your grief
as the flower invites the bee
This holy space
will turn us into prophets
The bush is burning
It speaks
Listen
Exclaim this new truth
A testament 
as old as our kind
rewritten every day
through tears
and heartache
binding us
eternal

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Conditions

How easy it is to be
needlessly cruel
in a time
when greater kindness
is needed
at all points
on the path

Branches diverging
from the trunk
yet even
unseen fingers
reach out
grasping the dirt

Friday, January 19, 2018

Pendulum

What does it take for us to change
what has seemed unchangeable?
How much must we suffer
before we look with honesty?
We all share in this shame and guilt.
We can be compelled but what
moves us to act?

Live and suffer for money.
Idol worship of fools and folly.
Man created and destroyed
by our own economy imagined.

Does not all of Man desire not
a place to live, but a home?

The mistakes we have birthed
have matured and birthed ones
of their own.

We search ceaselessly for answers.
They are here. They are here.
We have seen them and turned
them away but they are here.

Can we move towards a better union?

Caught between hope and
hopelessness.

Swing of a pendulum.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

The Struggle

The struggle is real
It is here and it looks at us
as though we cannot see it
The struggle is within us all
and at no point do we ever
allow ourselves to be free
from it We should learn
to expand our capacity for
kindness and understanding
knowing this fact about
each other Sisters and Brothers
we face this life in this way
The struggle changes in
face and scope but it is a
persistent challenge to the
heart and soul of us all
There is relief if we choose
to seek it True relief is not
found in the ingestion of
any short term remedy
No the struggle is far too
strong for that The struggle
can only be overcome slowly
through reforging of heart
and mind I struggle with this
but I am trying my best
to overcome this It will take
time and patience Awaken
with the day and I tell myself
I will survive this day and night
and not let this struggle
overcome me

Friday, March 3, 2017

Transmission

Become a tower of transmission
Send out waves
of what is most needed
to heal the hurt
and lost parts of the souls
of many 
Become the sun
Open
Let the light 
pour forth

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Hewn Man 

Monday, December 26, 2016

Man's cruelty is the least 
imaginative part of our nature. 

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Water Moving in Circles

Is history a river
feeding and flowing
into itself
time after time
age after age
repeating events
with new characters?

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Hypocrisy
Is by and
Large
The rule of
Human existence

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Monuments to hubris.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

One of the highest functions of art 
is to elevate our shared humanity. 

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

To Be Humbled

Man is not God.
If we were to act
in accordance 
with the knowledge
of the vastness
of all creation
we would be eternally
humbled for 
the duration
of our species. 

Saturday, February 16, 2013

post-

How strange and beautiful

would it be to see 

a sunset in the city

with no human eyes to witness?





Monday, June 18, 2012

On Forgiving

The True Measure Of Our Humanity
Is Found In Our Capacity To Forgive.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Filing A Report (An Excerpt)

Towards the end of human existence on earth
mankind had developed many specialized structures
in which to congregate for various predetermined
purposes. 

Some of the more common structures were rectangular
in shape or square. 

Though it was possible for individual human beings
to exist in solitude the vast majority found it 
exponentially more beneficial to live communities
of varying sizes. 

Some of the structures they would inhabit were 
large rooms that held rows of chairs for seating.
These seats were all pointed to the same direction,
a blank wall or screen. They would typically 
gather in these structures for the expressed purpose
of watching a series of images and sounds shown
in a sequential order. Why they chose to do so
is widely speculated upon because of our 
understanding of time and its illusory nature.

Humanity would gather in other buildings of a similar
nature that varied in having seating or an open
area in which they would gather. Much like the
previously mentioned structure the seats or 
empty space was situated in a way to guide
their attention to an area that was usually elevated
and was filled with other members of their species.
The members of their species would engage in 
various manner of entertainment for the delight
of those who had gathered. They would sing
or play musical instruments that produced
pleasing sounds or rhythms, very often these
sounds were amplified so as to be heard by 
all those gathered. other times the humans who 
were performing would act out scenes of fictional
situations in order to elicit emotional responses
such as sympathy or delight if something was
humorous. 


Of Kingdoms

colonies of ants populated by drones working moving
sifting collecting the individual is merely a cell in a larger
organism millions of small feet tramping the ground
with a collected purpose fear and hesitation are extinct
institutions their commutes stretch distances we could leap
across there is order there is purpose there is motion
with reason there is a unifying source to existence
it is a religion of the purest order a religion where
the only god is the god of propagation a furthering
of the state of existence a simple demand from simple
creatures worship and exalt the queen the goddess of
the temple the deity incarnate roman emperors could
not better the tribute she is paid a kingdom invisible
to all but those who inhabit it our kingdoms would be
alien to them but they persist in and through them
their empire will outlast the memory the earth will
hold of us their feet will march upon the ruins of
our capitals and kingdoms there will be no fanfare
just the ordered matter of business seeking
perpetual preservation

The End of Our Kind

The ship is sinking 


and has caught fire.




No one knows where 


the lifeboats are.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

The Rain Reminded Me

of a promise I made to myself a few 
years back to never step on a snail. 
It's a promise I have managed to keep
fairly well, though on occasion
my heart has broken as easily
as their shells when I hear that
crumbling crack. I can't help
but think of them any time
I see a car crash.