Means

Means

Abacus To calculator. We rise, beat drums

send smoke signals through land lines

To cellphones 

Stone circles to sundials

a gift of a discerning eye utilized a compass

by harnessing magnetism

a simple lens

evolving to binoculars Telescopes Electricity

to TV’s Computers back to smartphones again

with cameras 

electron microscopes or Hubble/Webb space

backtrack to utilizing natural materials

fashioned into useful things

Simple tool using To toolmaking

wood crafting forging creating plastics

chemical extraction

before there were things which elevated our dreams

a mastery of a sort of awakening as beings

Individually Selectively

Whether accidentally or deliberately Collectively

Things We were enabled to achieve

Once we had the means

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A single kiss

A single kiss
A single chord played on the guitar

a drumbeat rhythm rocked the cradle 
of my consciousness 

Elevated my mood
a step or two… much to my delight 

My perspective grasp 
grew by exponential leaps 

releasing greater potential

Innervisions taking flight 
to new dimensions

Ramping up energy 

As i emerged imbued with spiritual energy 
As if a gift inspired with ancestral insight 

Excited to my core i feel inclined to soar 
Ready, willing to explore 

Now, restored started memories in motion
resonated through my soul

stirred something depths within 
Touching walls within my heart and mind 

free at last from the kindergarten edict
not to venture ahead of the class

an admonition/reminder of the rule 
not to...

Evil-nomics (revised)

Imagine 365 tv monitors in a large room

Each one tuned to different stations

volume turned up to the sky

spreading the news

Or Is it...

Just more of the daily Blues

Cain and Abel stories
magnified

In every dimension
Chock Full of evil rising

And of... what's best described 
as All Hell breaking loose

Trying crack-baby hard
Not to mention

The Not-Christian Right is getting uptight

Because Nazis and Terrorists are joining their cause
Cause UGly is beautiful, now... 

Next, will "Baby-makers" to be gathered in "birth centers"
So legions of the new Sparta can be raised

Saints be praised the king has decreed
the wealthy are fed well and safe

while those less wealthy... fight and die
while shouting their creed

"long live the king"

The supreme court is in the mix
cloaked in the smoke <...

Mister Blues man

i heard the blues man play

he told a story of his life...

told of a pain which never goes away

in my head i...

listened as he played guitar

felt the painful sting of every note

as if ascending from the depths

from oceans of tears

a loss which made me cry inside

recall sleepless nights where i

had only a broken heart and swollen eyes for company

lost somewhere sofar inside

somewhere far and deep

until something in me spoke

its time to get up, catch a smoke and fly

told me it was time to pick up my broken pride

like a rising leviathan emerging

from another space n time 

casting expressions

like waves cast 

written in the moment

like ripples on a starlit pool...

on long misty days in summer

cold windy nights in winter 

and i... alone...

too hurt inside for moving on<...

Rise

On a journey
from one dimension to the next
Sit back
unravel your purpose
from the ties that blind
relax 
unwind
clear your thoughts
free your mind

this is only a test...

Rise

Adjust your ancestral vision 

reconnect...

realign your mindset
climb above the clouds of doubt

It is ...Time to awaken
expand your mind see through the haze

past the performances of the shadows

of the deceivers

elevate your visions beyond your imagination
to unlimited dimensions 

beyond undue limitation
to the place ...you belong

set aside the hypocrisy 
of those whose minds refuse to see
past the attendant chain-reactions

and the cascade of mirror madness

distractions...

of what is now called 

PTSD

Disregard their clever tactics

hy...

Meditations

Cancel out the chorus of alarms

sent to shake you up...

Decrease the volume of the million things

which beg importance  yet deliver nothing you can't do without

Cut strings to those who scream and shout

but bring nothing but pain...

breathe deeply in and out. hold on... then let it all go

Release all the clutter finding us In this moment

Being thankful We can choose to be showered in graditude.

We, who have been ...chosen to continue

For the way... Our way/Our truth

Paid by those whose bodies endured untold agony

outlasting pain and misery 

To give us This moment in time

for freedom to be here, now 

To carry the spark from the heart of humanity <...

Whether ...Or Not

Whether …Or Not

If we could time travel. Why not go back to way back when.

Where/if we can blend with spirits

as friends Rise above the noise of battles untold.

And leave our enemies lifeless, cold, dead, empty shells.

Let buzzards feed on their bloated flesh.

Flies revel in the stench, fill the carcasses

with maggots until there’s nothing left

but let jacals feast on the bones.

Would we breach the void

Raise Hell And win

All the wars we lost in time

Bring back family and friends

Yet could not avoid when fate intervenes

to give our enemies the same.

But then as masters of the game.

We would shake off hurt and pain,

shed the death masks, reanimate our flesh,

breathe back life into our bones

overcome all fear and rise again.

Eventually cradle the tired sou...

Warp-light

From the living Heartbeat of engineering 

Ignition of the core

As the engines arclight catches the beat

as if a beast awakening from a deep sleep

as its eyes pulsate with a strange inner glow

with a gleam of intelligence

as if a faint whisper of remembrance

which glimmers to life from its mortal soul

AI awakens the starup program

2nd tech C2... Fields starts The Tunes

Some jazz-blues rythms initiate

Start with trumpets blaring,

drums charging full ahead

with the clash of cymbals, a gong in electronical fusion

Some wailing synth sirens

followed by a sultry cascade of smoothe sax notes

punctuated by black violin and stratocasters

dueling for dominance Echoed by a chello chaser

keepin a tight reign... followed by an extended silence

and the dying echoes of a series of pulse notes...

Worlds within

Waves crashing against the rocky shoreline,

calling to mind... Dreamscapes we have stored 

within ancestral memories

Spiritual pathways

Of DNA  written in blood, skin and bones

Taking US from our hiding place behind the bushes

peering through an opening

Through the rushes 

Of...

Wars of worlds beyond belief

Perhaps from the beginning of time

sounds of violent conflict between

We ourselves

As individuals and connective being

Everyone and everything

Just as... the very air we breathe

Land and Sea

Mountain and Shore

To what End... THIS?

Not to pretend it all matters

To you and i

As we stroll through the LIFE

Where we experience/yet know

Neither

BEGINING Or END

Still Oblivious... 

Griot

Masters of sound

not just history...

of past pain and glory

for times worse or better

talking books, tenders of visions

memory minders

keepers of calendars ...of souls

signalling... where what who how

when called upon called upon to bear witness

not only recreate reflections

not just lament to represent

to call aside, perpetuate signs

relay perspectives

address minds/times

To reconnect/resurrect

lost signals of/from the Creator

A frog sings ...from across the pond

another answers...

remember ...back

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