Stained Piers And Smoke…

C_941Along planks of wooden pier—smoke curl and life sleeps—in quick nods and thin wakes—then upright—moves—along shores where fog lines—touch—city highs—above pier stretch and common reach…The giant sights—flash serpents’ wind—‘cross valley wide—ribbon thin—wide-wine crawl—slow moves-shakes—side-to-side—land crawl—to stop by waterside…Lateran light and boats rock still—men shore—land as day fishers take places—loom from smoke and disappear—into the morning mist…And! Tambura—now count-mix-play—the start—of start-stop—beginning—day…

We are not—notions to kill or die. We wear different—packages of cloth and color and need and we all bleed red same—as liquid and air mix and body plain—moves ‘cross these places or—other spaces in motions—to exist together—without pride or prejudice or religions-regions—to-take-to-hate or to replace—irreplaceable life. Poverty is a never Crime—Greed is a Crime against all Humanity.

Must touch— beautiful colors—through both the eyes and with our fingers. Must hear—lover’s voice—touch heart—before substance becomes words—of meaning or reason or other notions. Must know—silence—as silence calls—senses—with thunder and noise and music and notes chaotic or symphonic simplicity—as duality ceases and singularity melts—into universal unity and truth.

We watch Newsy-News and Gossip delivered—by-money-for-money and especially written for our desire to believe—the unbelievable…Financial cliffs—foolish babble—and scandals and garbage in-truth-gone-catastrophic—and always—brought to us—by discount prices and junk food gospel. Do not allow—nationalistic spins and materialistic nonsense to confuse the Revolutionary messages—from the People of our World. Beyond the shiny beads and cheap trinkets we; ‘made in America folk’, are also these people.

We just arrive—small ones and large ones—eternal spirits—always going somewhere—to remain—to leave—to arrive-to-leave and to return—again…Madness of believing—in order—when order is—only pleasant chaos…We—are always going somewhere…Or maybe! We are always—just—heading home—OK? Philip K. Dick— ‘Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep’—may have discovered that without our machined ghosts—we cannot dream. With—Spirit-flight—we do care that our sheep are electric and our dreams are android hopes and that our loves—do kiss away our sparkling tears and fears…And! Androids do dance into Electric nights and love—does lead shifting-shapes—through—darkest frights and into those sweetest lights. Shadow-touch ‘cross ceilings of moon—dust and spaces—of time-without-races and inside—these moments—Life is an Almost-Maybe.

“Histories of ages past
Hung in light and shadows cast
Down through all eternity
The crying of humanity
‘Tis then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Comes singing songs of love
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Comes singing songs of love.” By Donovan Phillips Leitch

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Both Sides Now’ …By Joni Mitchell

Both Sides Now

 

20 comments on “Stained Piers And Smoke…

  1. Thank you for following Half Baked in Paradise. The best bit of that is that I have found your blog … I am captured by the content, shared beliefs I think and the fabric you weave – a pleasure to read.

    • Hi Osyth…Thanks for your kind words—Enjoying your posts and thank you for sharing them with us…Look forward to reading many more. Wishing you days of gentle winds—soft curves and wonder…Phil

      • Thank you so much Phil … that is the perfect cocktail. I hope you will enjoy many more of my scribblings as much as I am enjoying your work :)

  2. Poverty is not a crime but greed is. You weave a lot of beliefs and values into yoir thought-provoking posts. You show us what is in the corners of your mind, Phil. Smiles, Robin

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