ARA's blog: "poetry"

Wandering in the dark Out in the world on a lark My eyes see the twisting contortions as I consider the varied libations People wander by caught up in the race Distant horns sound in my ears Reviving old fears My past creeps upon me once again Just as I have found something in the rain I wonder do my eyes show the fear Am I to deal with another reality tear? An everlasting cycle it seems of the changes I could write reams Images float past my minds eye As I watch and sigh Those around me don't seem to have a clue To what has me in its grip and sweating into my shoes The horrors of explosive moments of death and mayhem twisting in the wind as I hold on to them The momentary thunderstorm in my head Passes back into my memories bed

Understated movement in the dark Wild moments on a lark Strange people wandering through my home Memories of green pacific foam Words tossed about Words that make people shout Words that misrepresent Words to make others vent Convoluted thoughts rapid fire Things that can start a fire Spiraling actions that trigger Snap judgments all the quicker I sometimes just tire of humanity As they continually try my sanity Regardless of the contrivance I continually see the other presence Twisted deduction, for rationalization So that that they may have grounds for rumination It all just tires me to deal with such things So many lost, so many that forgot how to make their souls sing We teach dishonesty to the young For we want them to feel the pressure of the same gun I see the lost look in their eyes As a small part of their soul dies We trap ourselves in a continuous decent We know the way out but we do not relent Deeper we must go, on with this twisted show It seems to be humanities demented flow

In the distance the clouds float I stand and stare as they morph, transfixed Like slow moving explosions in the ethereal loam Thunderheads move into the mix Flashes in the darkness Rolling thunder shakes the ground The rain descends in buckets So loud it falls without a sound

A THOUGHT ON WHERE WE ARE (Our government's actions on our freedoms aka the patriot act and other laws they have passed.i am a firm believer in what ben franklin said "those willing to give up some freedom for a little safety deserve nither") Insanity to the core Darkness and insipid chores My dead cat on the floor An old man drinks at the corner As I catch a floating feather These days are getting better Twisted thoughts flit thru the mind As I wander thru the daily grind Out here on societies shorn rind I dare not lose my view Or deviate from my oath so true Must avoid hells flue Comments I make and cant deny A part of me is still shy As my spirit still flys The old one drinking starts to talk And those around him visibly balk And the ignorant start to mock He tells of days gone by And of the things our parents tried The things for which they vied He rambled on an on for some time Looking about as if one of us was going to shine And no longer toe the line My mind whispered things to me That this man knew more than he professed to see And was talking with a hidden glee He stopped suddenly and looked about Then started to shout Pointed at a man and screamed THE GOVERRNMENTS SNOUT! A small man stared back incredulous In askance he said whets this! I am not the government's proboscis But then with a grin on his face he said: now listen And as he spoke his brow glistened To home with you all he said or you will be listed At that all the sheep true shuffled off like the sheep they be And he looked at me As I placed my back against a tree I smiled at the little man bureaucrat Thinking to myself so this is a human rat I shall be my best cat He stared at me hard as if his eyes were a threat And said loudly you dare to take my bet? His eyes shown fear when mine they met The little man knew he had met a man that thought free And that could cause him to be chased up a tree One who would gather forces on the levee The people tire of the governments actions I said to gage his reaction And belief in bureaucratic action He said: enough will listen And the others will go to prison For we enter a new season He started babbling at this point About our safety and governments might And how most won't miss their rights He is a believer in power A sheepdog who shuns liberties flower Just talking to him makes me want to shower So now I know I must choose; be a sheep or be free I choose freedom even if it means me hanging from a tree Come join me we will make a stand on the levee If you hide you get what you deserve Only you can get up the nerve Stand up yell and be heard And if you don't I wont hear you whine I will be hanging from that tree your lost freedoms sign As like a sheep with bowed head you dine

Knowing smirks Personality quirks The mind reels The scent of orange peels Coffee steaming Lost souls dreaming Distant aircraft Lost souls on a raft Stoners giggle Tweakers wiggle Police in the sky Lost children cry Burnished sun sets Track hounds make bets Dominos slapped on glass tables Spoiled little girls in stables Orange county contradictions And twisted odd traditions Not always what it seems And never without its wings

Cracker Jack bureaucrats stand proud As those they serve scream loud, And freedom disappears under securities cloud They claim the government needs to snoop Your phone, your computer, her come the intelligence troops They seek to be inside every loop From terrorism they claim to protect us, And in the name of freedom they continue to press Soon we will no longer have a way to seek redress They want to know what you read They want to know what you speak They care not whose freedom they bleed And they believe we have become meek Under the banner of safety they push for more They seek a step by step constitutional repeal to the core An inch by inch shutting of freedoms door It's their own power they seek to feed And their own personal greed They precipitate this horrible misdeed They already are finding out what you read They already recruit those to tell them what you speak They are already planning on what next to feed I no longer smell freedom free, just a police state stink Yes I can see it coming The constitution is burning The people are swallowing propaganda Giving freedom for safety like its manna The darkness encroaches a little bit at a time Until you are too deep to realize how deep they have buried you in their grime

Wildly blowing winds Dark clouds to the west Revelations give the bends Odd moments putting you to the test Falcons drift by on currents Deer flit from bush to bush Bears munch on currants As the outside world goes by in a rush We wander through all this mess Paying little heed to the beauty under our noses Whining about inconsequential b.s. As many stomp upon natures roses

Sitting in the rain Contemplating twists of Cain Blue skies above grey It's just another day Cigarettes burn in the ashtray As I remember Avalon bay Quiet thoughts slip through the mind And beautiful vistas with rains that bind Afternoons lost wandering the hills Nights deepening and sunsets off movie reels It's all just a journey through life Eventually to find deaths kind knife

Moments in the rain Coffee outside under an umbrella Whispers of music & disdain Long read words of the Dali lama What is that sound on the street Ahhh just another dork spinning his wheels Yet another poor lost geek Avoiding himself lost in day to day deals We lose ourselves in the race Always trying to impress the rest Ever the quickening pace And a striving for the best What happened to being human? What happened to long quiet walks in the forest? How did we end up this far from our clan? Mother earth must look at us an tsk tsk We worry about who has what And what does he believe Then try to get more stuff And tell him change what he believes For we forget that we are all the same We all bleed the same regardless of belief And we act inhuman to one another to our shame Will we ever find any relief? Our history is rife with the dead That died for what they thought The streets have run red With the atrocity we have brought And so often these things are done in a gods name Almost always a god that claims forgiveness or peace and love But they all end up the same brining that blood red rain And the destruction of peaces dove Walk on quietly and speak not of your god to me I have read his books and listened to his preachers many And been told to open my eyes and see Often with much acrimony But I have opened my eyes and accepted what is true for me You claim an evil one has blinded mine eyes I act more like what you profess than you don't you see? Your blinding ignorance my patience and civility tries But I refuse to be dragged to your level again You may lose yourself in your blind faith complete And claim every atrocity you commit is a gain I will walk away and hopefully you give me some respite

Quiet moments in the dark. Long car trips on a lark. The mind wanders about the murk As you search for money for the clerk. Caffeine induction to awaken the mind, And long drive to escape societies bind. Glittery sunset in the desert at 60mph Followed with heavy nighttime rain showers. Wrangling with your chattel As you check into another lonely motel. You sense the spirits that never left, And the sorrow with which they're bereft. You watch the road from the dingy window As the desert puts on its own little sideshow. Your thoughts drift back, Back to her arm and kisses on the neck. Those moments alone in the dark like now, And how you could've ever lost her, oh how, And you drift off to sleep and dreams. Always exploring realities inseams.