Waxing Poetic

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Its been a while. For a brief period, I became mildly, well... more like wildly, entranced with "No Limit Texas Hold'em". There is an online website where you can play with "play money". It was very fun and entertaining but extremely addicitve and time consuming. So, after indulging myself with grandiose dreams (I just can't stop dreaming, sorry) of being the next global poker star, I have gotten back to writing.

However, the time was not completely lost. There was no need for TV, whose absence I found to be extremely refreshing. The conundrum of the whole situation is that no tv for me, the news junkie, means there is nothing I feel a decisive desire to rant about. They don't call it the boob tube for nothing. What did happen though is that with no emotional compulsion to address the inanity of what I hear and or read about; I was lead to contemplating my own internal writing muses.

I mean, politics is a carnival. It is something you can debate and argue about for hours. But, the reality is that like every other great civilization in the world our government is corrupt, it has over extended itself, it is in its decline and ultimately, like every other empire of note; it will destroy itself. That is not to say you can't have a good time in America anymore. Trust me, as a resident of Maui; I promise you good times are still there to be had. However, when considered from a macrocosmic perspective, of course the news is going to be rife with bullshit. America is sitting in the middle of a big pile of it. So, if one knows and understands the Sign's of the Times, what is the point of being aggravated by or indulging in the display of it?

There is no point. What the point truly is is that accepting the aforementioned reflection of my knowledge as an exihibit of external reality freed me to dwell more upon my inner self and the cogitations contained therein. This has resulted in, not only some deep and severe revisions in my novel but also in a bit of poetry that I am happy to share with you. Do Enjoy.

WARM NIGHT OF PASSAGE


Days pass on. Time flies by.
Leaving many to how's and why's


Questions, quandries; search for answers
How can we beat the cancer?


Forward, fastward, onward we run
Forgetting to gaze upon the sun.


We feel its warmth upon our face
Heat and light cast down from Space


Solar spectacle of orbital time
Still we block it from our mind.


Preferring shadows of who, what and where.
Ego matters and other's care.


Avoiding light and neglecting truth
Proper manners preserving couth.


Meanwhile, gravity pursues our bodies decay
Until we reach that final day.


Weak and creaky will you lie in bed.
Ruminations and memories coursing through your head.


And what you remember shall be that light
and the warmth on your face as you meet the night.