Beginnings – Endings

Out of the darkest reaches of time and space

came molten minerals, gasses, rocks, comets

– life traversing aeons, in suspended animation

across millions of light years, billions of desolate miles

creating unseen universe after universe,

creating unseen solar system after solar system.

 

Past galaxies, black holes, quasars, supernovas,

planets with their moon / moons orbiting.

Time and space expanding, along side, ride

asteroids, meteors, comets and star dust.

Star dust, travelling in time and space

follows a subconscious wave, a coarse

 

that has taken them – particles of life –

into this little blue planet and all that inhabit.

A fight for life, in the heat of battles with the gods,

was won, the gods kicked our ass into the prefect place

as star dust, eggs, came crashing down

their shells, shattered, melted away, as they

 

entered this little blue planets, once gray, atmosphere.

Upon entering, having contact with Mother Natures furry,

found their way into Mother Natures, pot of stew,

within which they grew, divided and conquered,

after millions and millions of years of evolution,

disasters, mutations, genetic manipulations

 

that brought out of the darkness a metamorphous

and their core essence, the yolk separated.

Separated into millions of microorganism, atoms,

millions of diverse cells, that in corporation, became all,

all that we thought we have known about life on this planet.

Until one fine day the gods finally got it right

 

and from the primordial – chicken gumbo – soup

we animate cells climbed, and the inanimate cells

lay in stone and other lifeless – in our view -  lives

as we evolved arms, legs, hands, feet – animal magnetism.

On days – every thirty six hundred years –

gods were at their closest point to the slaves they created.

 

They would come and tweak our genes until no longer

homo Neanderthal, ruled, no longer Cro-Magnon ruled,

the gods finally got it right and homo sapiens rule !!!

After all, we were created in the likeness of the gods

and did not the gods rule, and now god rules.

The gods sent their sons to investigate the progress

 

of what they had thrown onto this once barren rock

– our little blue planet – observe and obtain, to create

change in this upright creature that crawled out of the seas,

- and they mated with the daughters of created man –

who, after many alterations, natural mutations and genetic

manipulations – evolved from a single cell into an exotic creature

 

in the oceans, to this gorgeous mammal, upright upon land

who became the forefathers of man – from Austaustralopithecus,

Africanus, Homo-Rudolfensis, Homo Erectus, Neanderthal

and finally us – Homo Sapiens - Sapiens, the children of the gods,

gods who decided our fate ( slaves for all eternity ) with their

spaced out wisdom, and in their likeness, war against each other,

 

conquer, kill off nations, drown legions in the red sea, nuke cities

- Sodom and Gomorrah – wiped out the Earth with a tsunami

or at least, did little to prevent it, except to give man the ark,

that floating  laboratory with its vials of genetic material, D N A.

I think I am getting carried away, being a little redundant at times,

but the show must go on so that we can see man’s journey.

 

That spaced out wisdom – genetically create man in our likeness,

our image, we will give the evolution of man, a jump start,

we will insert, into his D N A, the essence from our gene pool,

at our science centre ( the garden of EDEN ) then Adam, and EVE,

the prototypes for us modern man / woman – the likeness of us gods.

Enter the sons of the gods, who found such beauty in the daughter of man,

 

the creations of the of their heavenly fathers, and began to lay – sleep –

with them giving birth to legends, – some horror stories -, creatures,

myths, stories of good and evil that have become the legacy of man.

We – mankind – are no better than the gods, the sons of the gods

who brought us out of our animal magnetism and into consciousness.

We are like them - the gods, the sons of the gods -  as the bible

 

and all the following religions - Adidam5 Ásatrú Atenism Ayyavazhi,

Aztec religion, Bahá'í Faith, Bön, Buddhism, Cheondoism, Christianity,

Confucianism, Discordianism, Druidism, Druze, Ancient Egyptian religion

Etruscan religion, Ancient Greece, Hermeticism.Hinduism, Islam,

Jainism, Judaism etc., etc. – as well as the Sanskrit, tell us we are.

We fight among ourselves for control, for power, for prestige,

 

for all that we believe is our god given right as we lay siege

to the lands, the mineral rights etc., etc., laying waste

to Mother Earth and man, all that keeps this planet alive,

in our greed, our desire to dominate, in our haste

to achieve what ?, what in the end will not help us survive.

What will we learn ?, what will we derive ?

 

In the final analysis, will this planet last another million years ?

Or soon be lost, leaving itself and us in a tsunami of tears

that is about to drown history, mankind and all,

as, into space, Mother Earth, her children will fall.

Then, will we see, truly hear the gods call,

will they save us ?, take us into another hall.

 

B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )

June 13^th 2004

Differences

We – rivers – you spring, me summer, travel in opposite directions.

You, towards the east- twilight- running, being chased by the night.
I, ever onward, towards the west, being chased by days bright light.
There seems to be little, middle ground, to experience affections,
 
to feed, to ripen – by days light, by the light of the moon – mushrooms
to ripen, to feed, mystically, magically, to ripen by light of the sun – fruits –
movements towards opposite direction, never grooms
not even affections, affections grow not strong, healthy roots.
 
Reaching out for that cold, empty orbs glow.
Reaching out for that worm Sol’s ray.
Relationship becomes very difficult to grow.
Rendering these hearts to find another way
 
to touch, to feel, to be – just being a friend
seems to be the only way- reach an end
to all the uncertainties, to compromise,
desires, expectations, wants, needs – above all, to rise –

at dusks grays, nights blackness – days rays – sunrise.
I sometimes wonder, think about the ghost
that sends you into the security of hour long night
- the reason  you seem to need, to take flight –
 
that time of day you prefer not to host,
those thoughts of darkness – keeping them from sight
during the day’s,  bright, healing, sun light,
These ghost, you seem to continually fight.
 
I keep looking for a day, when all will be alright !!!
 
B. J. “A” 2
June 12^th 2004

Child hood

Out of the mouths of babes

 

Comes a wisdom, a knowing.

Sometimes getting lost in a rage

of ever changing, ever growing.

That desire less journey into age,

 

where they will seldom be showing

that wisdom of innocent childhood

lost in aging of the soul, lost in wood.

Seldom able,  - getting passed - stiff as a board.

 

Knowing, wisdom, freedom is lost to ones memory’s hoard

as they become ingrained, incorporated into daily life.

As those who would have innocence cut off with a knife,

assimilated into parents, teachers, peers, lovers and bosses.

 

Innocence, wisdom, subconscious knowledge suffers losses.

What was all these things, in living childhood,

become in adulthood, unacceptable qualities - not good

and so,  sheep now stand were childhood once stood.

 

B. J. “A ” 2

June 10^th 2004

Making Love ???

 

Does it come from the heart ?, from a need ?, to create.

Is it biological ?, psychological ?, this desire to fornicate.

Is it Mother Natures, need to procreate, to perpetuate ?

Or is it man’s desire to feed Mother Vagina, to saturate ?

 

Could Love, be a deep seated desire ?,

to set the heart – lonely, a lone – on fire ?

Is Love, the gardeners need to plant a seed ?,

a wild child ?, that may become a bad weed.

The need – regardless – to feel is to love.

 

Making Love ???

 

Is all we overlook ?, tolerate ?, or rise above.

Soaring with the angels, flying with the doves,

reaching in, touching with tender, kid gloves

no matter the pain that tells of past, lost, Love’s.

 

B. J. “A” 2

June 7^th 2004

Perceptions – from eyes of fools

 

Perception is usually a matter of projection.

Perception usually dictates what become the rules.

Genius - lost in insanity – self, it calls.

Talent hangs on walls,

in the air of music halls,

upon the platform of a stage.

Artists play out images, in a rage.

Talent appears from thin air, left upon a page.

Artists leave their glory, carved in stone.

Talent resides within the spirit, all alone.

Artist, the man at the podium doth pronounce

yet, at the end of the day, gives less than an ounce.

Empty words, out of his mouth, off his tongue bounce

and the world goes around.

 

B. J. “A” 2

December 12^th 2014

Poetry

As I sit here, at my table, pen in hand,

contemplate – there is nothing I understand

about that which flows – I write

not knowing how or why ?, the sight

 

before these eyes – one calls poetry.

Blinded to technique – what I see,

I do not understand – it just comes.

Thoughts, feelings, experiences – it runs

 

like blood - flowing from a deep wound

that will not stop – will soon be crooned,

in melancholy voice – stained pieces of paper

that never reach the inner eye of the maker.

 

Be it he or be it she ?,

this they will never see !,

for they understand – not me !,

be apart ?, - never will be.

 

Is it possible ???

 

In just how many a way ?,

is it possible for me to say,

Mandy, I love you, I love you.

Despise, hate me, you seem to do.

 

What is it ?, I might do, I might be

to bring you around, allow you to see,

that, – for me – not many a day

 is left !, to try and change the way

 

our lives, our paths have been headed.

Changes to see, before it all has ended.

How might we reach a state of peace ?

The pain, the heartache, anger to release.

Mandy

 

I feel no love, no thought exists, I have no contact.

This leaves me wondering ?, why is it ?, you act

in the manner you do – I feel indifference,

the essence of your thoughts, feelings, it’s the reference

 

for me, as to whom - I think - you  seem to be

and why you do the things you do, do not reach out to me.

Is this why ?, indifference is all I get to see

from you, in response to my attempts at contact,

 

to get through to you, to get us back on track.

In our little world, getting through to you, I have failed.

Every time I try to open the doors a little, you have railed

against me, you have made tracks, a runaway train,

 

leaving me behind, in a cloud, me to remain

among the shadows, the shallow darkest places

of your troubled, young mind, where our faces

are lost to ?, where the evaporate into shadows,

 

invisible to the mind’s eyes – those windows

through which we look into that troubled, lost soul.

This middle Daughter, I seem not to know,

with whom, family tie should certainly grow,

 

yet, instead, cuts with a single, swift blow

from her dark, harsh, keen sword.

Slicing into little pieces – silently - not a word.

I wonder ?, just what was it I heard

 

in the battle that ensued

- over the phone – that call you’d

have me believe, was all about,

other than leaving me out.

 

Another opportunity, an occasion – not to be – lost

to me and my Grandson – at what cost ???

I am truly troubled Mandy,

by just how cruel you can be

 

and what you feel about how it effects you and me.

I cannot see Girl, that you really give a shit

and realize, into your life, I will never fit

as you move on, leave me and everyone behind

 

having no place for them or me in your mind.

I truly wish, life in these words did not have to be

Mandy, but that life is all you have left for me to see.

It is the scenario that represents, the you, with me.

 

Truth be known Mandy, I am no Oak tree.

I just wish - whatever it is – you would set it free,

open the doors – wide – once again let me touch thee,

the Daughter, I miss, the Daughter, I love.

 

May you find  a stairway to climb , rise far above.

May you fly with that white bird of peace, soar with the Dove.

Leaving for below all that inhabits,

all that inhibits.

 

Love Dad

B. J. “A ” 2

June 9^th 2004