There is a river around
Me of love, a writing of fire
A slab of jade on my back
A testament to the love
Of what we do, not why we do it
It’s like God working through
Us, or a snowstorm in August
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Or the circular days finding
A year of extraordinary fantasy
That’s art, and that’s also life
Relationships, mutual influences
The energy behind a book
The process of alphabets
Converting on a brain
Unifying incoherent symbols
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A language of creation
How birds and stars can meet
And how creatures evolve
There is a river of sound
It’s the narrative of all stories
Of the very act of story-telling
It’s the inheritance of millions
Of years of effort, to grow
And to understand truly
What it means to be human
And now, it’s all changing.
Ebola then turns the insides of its host into jelly: you begin to vomit black junk which is basically your dissolved liver and internal organs.”
― Andrew Cormier
Fear too is an epidemic, it stretches out like
An incubation period for a kind of doom
Population control, whispered a silent elite
Who engineer our wallets, our GMO food, our futures
Ebola was a convenient way, of making us fear
Who we once were again, black as a Nigerian
We died alone in deathbeds, isolated plastic containers
For who we once were, our organs giving out
Infection was a spider hand, MSM gave us
False positives, but could the main-stream-media
Be trusted any longer? Wasn’t this just a matter
Of time, an algorithm set loose upon the billions?
Fear is that place, where people go in adversity
It’s hypnotic like an audience at a concert
It’s contagious how the will for self-preservation can spread
Fight of flee, but where to run, out of the cities?
The new normal is a kind of paranoia
While we watch the situation very closely
Every hour there is underground news about
Another case in another country, Ebola isn’t
Your grandmother that only likes good climates
She’s an engineered hypothesis of how mobility
Causes any true pandemic to become a flamboyant outbreak
The comet that signals black plagues has been seen
Fear too is a weapon, when you can’t stop the world
Because it’s too costly to do so, and you can’t
Tell the world not to fly because we’re too free
We left Africa a long time ago, but who among us
Would stand 20 meters from their open graves?
1.Guinea
2.Liberia
3.Sierra Leone
4.Nigeria
5.Benin
6. (Even as I wrote this) Senegal and Ghana likely have cases too now.
August 10th:
People are being tested in the following places. [not confirmed cases]
1. Bucharest (Romania)
2. Hong Kong(Hong Kong)
3. Chennai (India)
4. Brampton (Canada) patient was Negative for Ebola.
5. Hamburg (Germany)
May be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things never changed, the apocalypse never happened, and everything’s fine, normal, at home.
Or may be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things have changed, for the better, the apocalypse is over and there’s light, hope and a new home.
Sleep, you crazy soul, just sleep.”
― Sanhita Baruah
The cities were visions veiled
of what they once were
the faded colors of high-gardens
was stark against the decaying roads
the after days was not a revolution
it was an extinction event
the algorithms told of this day
scientists tried to warn politicians
who served the elite, not the people
this was nothing new in the
history of humanity, empires fell
for the same reasons, greed and decay
how can I regret anything
if this was nature’s plan all along?
long ago, aeons ago, I had seen this before
In Egypt, Rome and even Atlantis
Man brings strife wherever he goes
I am too a man, who lived a kind of a life
the world united through a greater speed
of information exchange, and the collective
news on the day the markets crashed
were cruel, communities came to dust
keep your love and sell your lies
hope starts again the day after the apocalypse
nations were tormented things anyway
we divided the world, and stripped the masses
of opportunity, so that a few might become masters
we all know how this turns out.
Applying this lesson to our contemporary predicament, the study warns that:
“While some members of society might raise the alarm that the system is moving towards an impending collapse and therefore advocate structural changes to society in order to avoid it, Elites and their supporters, who opposed making these changes, could point to the long sustainable trajectory ‘so far’ in support of doing nothing.”
It is because I recognize the brutality with which my own multi-branched ancestors have been treated that I can identify the despicable, lawless, cruel, and sadistic behavior that has characterized Israel’s attempts to erase a people, the Palestinians, from their own land.
~ Alice Walker
In the beginning of the last autumn
i brought from a thousand black eyes
the prize of war, that is mercy
there is no lesson here, only
an alluring figure, death and migration
I watched the shelters get bombed
And I thought I’m too old a sculptor
to know how to sculpt dead
corpses of children, to see
how they lay motionless in
bright pools of blood
how can there be cease-fires
when civilians must beg for peace
while western masters give them arms
in the beginning of the end of frozen summer
from every woman I borrowed
a supple curve, not for pregnant wishes
but for tears of the world
i created you from the marble of my poem
but I could not contain your wasted lives
so long as men think they are superior
to other men, they will fight to the death
snubbing their own God with their cruelty
beware! The wrath of the earth
will not tolerate this forever, maybe for
a few more decades, but judgement
will it be allowed to echo in your quietness?
You who have taken the bodies
You who have committed the war-crimes
You whose mouth is cold with death?
“Me and all my friends
We’re all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There’s no way we ever could…”
~ John Mayer
fast is the century, the airplane crashes
tsunamis more common in their
execution, destiny enlightened
i watch for signs from the ocean
meteors, extinction events
plagues, global warming
governments muzzling scientists
democracy being wounded
by corporations taking over the media
I see it every day
this is what I witness
currencies cracking
fear in the marketplace
panic amid layoffs
fast is the century,
each month they tell me
it’s the warmest on record
i speak of eternity, but nobody listens
they are living the American dream
exploiting others for profit
Mexicans leave their children
inside the borders, so that
America might become a spanish place
it is happening, soon there will be no
‘us’ and ‘them’, the world is changing
And I’m waiting for the world to change.
Gratitude, is lost in this world
Of possession, accumulation, hoarding
You seek security, and end up losing choice?
And you want prosperity, trading it for freedom?
Learn then from God’s few messengers
This alchemy, be satisfied with what you are given
For greed takes away from some other person?
And having is meaningless in a temporary world
Be grateful for the food you eat
For the friends who listen to you
And when grief comes to teach you
Pay attention, do not fret as if it’s the end of the world
Gratitude, is lost in this selfish community
Where individuals are promoted for
A lonely self-absorbed heroics at the marketplace…
Be grateful for your health, and use this power
Responsibly, for wealth is not the praise of competition
It is a power to be given, a licence to help others.
Heaven bless the babe
Orphaned by divinity
What queer books she will read
Granted, to be a poet isn’t easy
When she is older, she will say:
“Till the Spring, my murdered lover
Till our souls meet in another form
The language of my foolishness
Will be the bridge I swear”
Heaven bless the babe
Who suffered for the world
To make a cheerful song
That could outlast the centuries
Quiet, suavely clothed in sacrifice
Hurling, golden spears of martyrdom
Up the lines my silver runner
With a pen and a canvas
Bearing the banner of lost poets
In a siege of a dead poet’s society
Heaven bless the babe
Who became a writer
When critics were white rich men
Come now Aphra, be content
You and I have nothing to do with music
Akhmatova’s cannon is all about
Death beating the door in
For women fraught with inequality
Emily knew in her circle of white
Edna urged a certain possession of zest
For being born a woman, is a clarity
In the pulse, a sonnet gone unread.
P.S. To female poets: Aphra Behn, Anna Akhmatova, Emily Dickinson, Edna St.Vincent Millay.
The Prologues are over, they are done
The questioning is a fiction of not accepting
A Life we are given, choices in a fiction
An ultimate Elegance in an imaged land
Surreal are the chapters that made up
Our stages of experience, our stories
Of belief, we were islands of voices
Each playing out our internal narrative
From the inside-out, like a diamond pattern
Of the algorithms of fate, it wasn’t a rumor
It was the feeling of being burried in Jasmine flowers
The weight of walking over newly fallen snow
We lived without external reference
Hoping to reinvent ourselves in some design
But the Sea is so many written words
With vowels that all sound the same
Made of white foam and water molecules
With a rosy-golden rain of the same waves of Light.
There is a music more than a breath
That is passed down, like a poem
That someone endures the centuries
Sappho, Emily Dickinson or Aphra Behn
There are letters of rock and water
Cities dissolve as unconscious things
But the water rises, the histories drift
Off course upon extinction’s whims
There is art more precious than hope
That lives on, at the edges of faith
We labored for something forever young
The soul of the worlds, brightly-crowned
Time of their time, beauty of eternity.
Dears, life is really simple
but we insist on complication
Brothers, the will to win or the
desire to succeed is really only
the thirst to realize your full potential
Do not let it blemish your dignity
real knowledge and virtue is
To know the extent of one’s ignorance
and the power of circumstance to make
Another act the way they do
Sisters, silence is a true friend
who will never betray you, should you
need her in the stillness of your soul
find her out, when it is not the time to act
Dears, it does not matter how slowly
you go as long as you do not stop
Find in your hearts the endurance
of the ancients, of ancestors that
we may one day arrive at descendant divinity
to this end we must meditate on good thoughts
on virtues, on right action, on the world at large
the superior person understands the morality
In every instance, the seed of love
that must serve as our final teacher.
The blog is dedicated to the people which care about their goals, dreams , actions including the ones that have paused , slow down or even stopped moving forward.
Wuji Seshat 