Contemporary Extract

In the 21st century anticipation is recklessly stripped from us. Ten years ago (when VHS was still relevant) movie previews were sparingly giving little clue as to who the antagonist was let alone the whole plot. So, in memorial of the late technology known simply as "Video Tape" I will be christening this blog-site with a preview of what the readers of this little niche of space in the infinitely expanding space known as the "INTERNET" (By the way internet, HAPPY 40th BIRTHDAY... Talk about mid-life crisis, most of us buy a motorcycle, you give us facebook--I hate status updates.) in the form of 5 Poems I've written. Other than poetry and random short essays there may be a travel post or something random like that to quench other regions of your eager imaginations. I can hear the snoring all the way over here in Mickey-Mouse Town, so without further adieu (Whatever that means) I present to you, my blog...


ENJOY!

Not really an attraction as much as it is just my poetry. I just Wanted to keep with the theme of cinema from the previous paragraph. You know, keep the readers on their toes...

Wind surround me
Blow fiercely a sea of breeze
Enrapture me so that I suffocate when I breath.
Carry me to heights unseen
And free me from the bonds of my body.
Wind surround me
You make me see clearly the vanities of leaves blowing the pallets of autumn aloft.
Bringing me a sense of wonderment
You complete me
Wind surround me.
Paint a picture of a dramatic natural scene
One which only I can see
Appreciate, and glean upon.
Wind, you make me see, even when sunshine blinds me and stagnancy confines me.
Wind surround me.


Dull sullen illumination made its way across the room to rest upon your face. Laying in your anticipatory arrangement, you stir only to act your dream into reality. And I, a keenly discrete observer lay still and awe struck by this angel, the epitome of natures glory lying before me. As grey morphs to a hue of blue, pastels seem to outline fine details as if an invisible source is sketching your image into sight. With the breaking of the day, haze and rain give the sun a vacation. Muted, a clap of thunder stirs you from slumber to see my inebriated eyes glazed over with reverie. And we sit, staring fancifully at each other, listening as the rain drops smother the panes of glass outside. All at once the surveyor is taken aback from the painting he stood before noticing a slight movement in the window of a beach house on the cliffs, as if the painter’s story came to fruition in the piece depicting a grand scene for all to see.



Salivating salinity as if the holy water of the waves were dubbing me as divinity. Lightly, I stroke my hands through the warm sea but quickly react as I see the swell progressing towards me. Eventually, it happens, the swell evolves and becomes something better. Something more sculpted and filled with character. A sleek vehicle, which i will ride. Comfortably whisking my hands through the walls loosely. I live for this 60 second freedom and all else ceases except for the salt water memory when I connect with mother nature's seas

I awake with haste only to find that there is no day. The dream before began to fade as the twilight moon had turned to jade. I lay down to sleep in hopes of slumber but the feelings I keep reimburse like thunder. I ask myself? Was that a dream of keen descript or am I hallucinating this lucid flick? I contemplated with slowed motion blinks. Perhaps this love I feel is real. Is this a passion of tangency or a fleeting feeling of fantasy? Who knows if this dream girl of zeal is real? It was just hours ago--at least it felt like it-- when I was sleeping experiencing the moment when I stood in her presence, eyes glazed over with sadness and a blockage of breath that only a kiss could remove. A kiss which is walking distance away? But it was just a dream, it can’t be real. As the jade slips to orange a storm of skepticism forms. I questioned the depiction of fiction which I sullenly lived last night. I try to shake off the possibilities of a life filled with happiness in fear that it’s an unreachable dream that would taunt me. I fumbled loosely with my sheets for an early morning peak into a usually empty inbox. A single email lies in wait; Hey baby yesterday was great!?? It’s got to be fate.

A person’s life is sequential. A spectator may look in and see a random person’s life as categorized into different chapters, each chapter different and a permutation from the one before. This also applies to the grand scheme of our collective societies. We are in a book with progressing chapters, but we aren’t able to interpret the chapters. We are becoming illiterate to the past and unable to move forward and advance. Why should we settle with killing as a means to an end when our intellect has come so far since we picked up our first spears and arrowheads? Any problem that arises is easily solved by negotiation if all are willing to cooperate. It would take a participation which is unlikely however. Men would be forced to shift their paradigms and that would just be too difficult because they would have too much conflict with a primal voice inside resisting the urge to move forward. This voice would be uttering violent notions and preventing the person to think clearly and evacuating all of his collective knowledge and reasoning skills until he is left with the bare minimum in communication and has become a tool of negative human intervention in
the world. He would be the muse who helps to keep humans in a cyclical pattern of destruction and renaissance. This man could very well be a national leader of a powerful country, a leader of a nation with vast riches and expansive influence. The negotiations he would be in could be preventing a world war but his single unconscious action of returning to the cliché human way of thinking prevents peace. But what if all were aware of this urge to digress and took it seriously. This would open up an opportunity to train oneself to think in terms of progress alone and not digression. Imagining a world in which people debate and not argue, move forward and not fall back, and erase the word hate from our intellect. This would be a world worth fighting for. We fight for so much but all we are fighting for is the right to fight some more.