I watch as new ice forms
crackling patterns of frost
my vision through the pane
is obscured becoming kaleidoscopic
you rise above the sill and horizon
to bless me as love in winter
next to the fire of your embrace
as the yin next to me is Janus
the full of your ardor arises
to blossom full moon waxing.
jerryd.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Recent Poems and journals
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Sunday, December 12, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Ben John Smith
Ben John Smith: "leaking
If you belly stab
A word hard enough
Sometimes the ink
Black blood
Spills out and pools
Around your feet
Like a Japanese horror
Flick.
Other times it takes
The puncture
looks at the wound
and laughs like
you gave it a tickle.
You gotta be a hard
Sonovabitch
To battle with them
kinda
Verbs.
Return to Index
"
If you belly stab
A word hard enough
Sometimes the ink
Black blood
Spills out and pools
Around your feet
Like a Japanese horror
Flick.
Other times it takes
The puncture
looks at the wound
and laughs like
you gave it a tickle.
You gotta be a hard
Sonovabitch
To battle with them
kinda
Verbs.
Return to Index
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Chariots and Myth
http://allpoetry.com/poem/1245238
Chariots And Myths
Ancient warrior Apollo
dreams of chariot dust
and flaming wheels
survives to manifest
gray mares grazing
life riders in pastures storm
southern sky alight
while western sky’s
delight in eastern sunrise
madness on a summers day
as benign frozen pillows lay
remnants of winters waning
ancient horses wait to serve
as seasons pass
then one day
the young chariot
warrior died in glory
died defending Troy!
I a lost foot soldier
along the Aegean shore
for want of horse and
the battle lost we stand
awaiting just rewards.
a. j. anon 2008
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Friday, November 26, 2010
Private Back Yard Rambelings
It is appropriate for one to consider reliability when >> what we hear paralleling what we see and we then process it with an opinion that is not influenced by personal prejudice. Are our values based on common sense or can we reason past what we have known as The Truth and up grade it into a century that is appropriate. This does not much mean it needs modernization but it does require us to leave a past to learn what we do with the present. I will have to guess at percentages but it must be that 85% of today's society is technologically blind to social manipulation via mass media.
Do you know where your thoughts go to be processed?
Do you know where your thoughts go to be processed?
To Serve Man (Video)
To Serve Man (Video): "
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Originally a short story by Damon Knight and one of the best episodes of The Twilight Zone, and in my opinion, one of the best half-hours on television.
In you’re truly interested in “serving man” this Thanksgiving Meredith Woerner has a great post on io9.com all about that. Enjoy!
Thursday, November 25, 2010
The MiscellaneousWriter
FUNCTIONING WORDS
There are professional writers making good livings selling books they have written. There are writers of speeches who are paid to think for others. Dialogue writers which write scripts, skits, stories that are mass medias life blood. There are writers whom write words in order to be free.
I suppose I fall into the last category here. I am an unpaid philosopher of social and psychological ideology, I also possess no Certificate, Degree, or such.
Will write to you without these as a *Miscellaneouswriter.
A free mans journal of the anthropological history of modern mans attempt to purge social illness from any planet. My freedom to transmit to the world depends upon no editorial constrictions but my own. Those who find this a problem will not understand the premise of my writing nor make sense of any mission.
My Muse is the un-known and the un witting who will. unwittingly provide me with fodder for the grist mill of my mind.
Just now in a momentary and sudden impulse the Muse pushes me sarcastically forward IT seems to borders on teetering frustrations.
Circulating on the edge of my intolerance is the righteous absolutist, most are archenemies of social indignations, the purist and scholar with degrees disallowing unconventional home grown interpretations. Rules and laws of conduct their only guide to acceptance.
Their boundary setting and box building constrict the individual; is IT part of corporate design, and social democracies dependence on consumption at all costs.
Propaganda is a word which comes immediately to my mind.
This one word ‘propaganda’ is manipulated and meme generated disinformation. A controversy which in invites social control.
Substitutions for this way of thinking have watered down. Thoughts of communism has not impacted social consequence. A Republic Pushing information on the illiterate illuminati. The controlled release, generally un regulated dissemination of information is controlled by corporations and government string pullers. Editorial rabbits and dupes release this verbal and written ignorance through the use of words meant for the masses.
Lobbyist and golden throated orators spew verbal lava, on the starving ignorance lulled by these words.
Opinion/ a. j. anonÓ 5/3/08
There are professional writers making good livings selling books they have written. There are writers of speeches who are paid to think for others. Dialogue writers which write scripts, skits, stories that are mass medias life blood. There are writers whom write words in order to be free.
I suppose I fall into the last category here. I am an unpaid philosopher of social and psychological ideology, I also possess no Certificate, Degree, or such.
Will write to you without these as a *Miscellaneouswriter.
A free mans journal of the anthropological history of modern mans attempt to purge social illness from any planet. My freedom to transmit to the world depends upon no editorial constrictions but my own. Those who find this a problem will not understand the premise of my writing nor make sense of any mission.
My Muse is the un-known and the un witting who will. unwittingly provide me with fodder for the grist mill of my mind.
Just now in a momentary and sudden impulse the Muse pushes me sarcastically forward IT seems to borders on teetering frustrations.
Circulating on the edge of my intolerance is the righteous absolutist, most are archenemies of social indignations, the purist and scholar with degrees disallowing unconventional home grown interpretations. Rules and laws of conduct their only guide to acceptance.
Their boundary setting and box building constrict the individual; is IT part of corporate design, and social democracies dependence on consumption at all costs.
Propaganda is a word which comes immediately to my mind.
This one word ‘propaganda’ is manipulated and meme generated disinformation. A controversy which in invites social control.
Substitutions for this way of thinking have watered down. Thoughts of communism has not impacted social consequence. A Republic Pushing information on the illiterate illuminati. The controlled release, generally un regulated dissemination of information is controlled by corporations and government string pullers. Editorial rabbits and dupes release this verbal and written ignorance through the use of words meant for the masses.
Lobbyist and golden throated orators spew verbal lava, on the starving ignorance lulled by these words.
Opinion/ a. j. anonÓ 5/3/08
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