Monday, April 28, 2008

A rainy Day

Another rainy day
It didn't start out that way
Still the drops began to fall
First one or two only a few
Enough to disturb the pollen
Then a shower to wash it away
Not to complain it's natures way
April shower to bring out flowers
Soon May and maiden's bowers
The May pole with ribbons gayly
Twined around in a lively dance
Light the Beltane fires
Drive the cattle between the pyres
Drum and dance the night away
Lovers lay together on fertile fields
Set the seeds let bounty grow
Another rainy day yes!
For with spring rain
The lengthening days
Come the May pole
And maiden's bowers

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Hubble images

Well I tried to upload one of these images but this site couldn't handle it so here is the link to some spectacular pictures of galaxies getting it on in a cosmic scale:
It's well worth the trip but don't try to down load them I crashed my computer in the attempt on one of them. Enjoy!
Ursa Major collision

Long long ago two galaxies collide

Like Shiva and Shikta dancing

A cosmic dance of death and rebirth

Black holes merging into one

Stars flung into oblivion

While new stars are born

Hubble's mirrors reveals

The cosmic storm of a galaxy torn

To form a beauty surreal

Of astronomical proportion

Saturday, April 26, 2008

gअलाक्सिएस कोल्लिदे ठिर ब्लाच्खोलेस मेल्दिग्न इन्तो ओने

ठिर स्तर स्किर्ट्स ट्रेल इन दिस्तांस बेयोंद कोम्प्रेहेंसिओं

शिव लोच्केद इन अ डांस ओ लाइफ डेथ एंड रेबिर्थ

व्हिले मंकिंद स्तान्ड्स एंड वात्चेस इन वोंदर

अत थे नुक्लेअर फिरेस अस सतोम फूस इन्तो न्यू फोरम्स

Political Musing on April 26th

The Election Rat Race
Barack Obama may have lost the recent nomination fight in Pennsylvania but he still has good things to say. In regard to his opponents lack of action on raising fuel efficiency standards for over 30 years he points out that they have done nothing to avoid the looming disaster of a gallon of gas costing more than $4.00.

Hillary Clinton meanwhile, points out that Barrack voted for Dick Cheney's energy bill while she didn't. She tried to say the bill had billions of dollars of giveaways for the oil industry when in fact the 2005 bill actually raised taxes on the industry.

Barack's message of change is more true than Hillary's obfuscations and out right lies she has come up with during this campaign. The pundits say it lacks detail, but I still think he is on the right path. Especially if he'll work to raise fuel efficiency above the weak increase just voted on. We have cars right now that can get over 100 miles to the gallon and all the more they could demand from the automobile industry was a measly 32 miles to the gallon.

If the Clintons don't watch out they will end up snatching defeat out of the jaws of victory for the Democratic party. Though the electoral map looks to be in the democrats favor Senator McCain is making inroads, while Hillary and Bill do everything in their power to kill the one chance this nation has for change, for which they should be villified.

Barack says he is not going to change his theme because he believes in it. Even though the pundits question him about changing course after his recent primary defeats. You have to admire his integrity and pluck in the face of the Clinton's political machine.

My hope is that we will get the candidate best suited to get us out of the terrible mess we are headed for, a constant war on terror and global warming an education system only for the uber rich, when we need every young mind willing to go to college getting in.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Prayer to the East

Prayer to the East
Elementals of Air, clarity and insight
Place of the dawn that washes away the night
I call to thee and ask that you stand watch
With swift winds and wings of flying things
Turn back all that would do us harm
Isis aid me in this rite
Let my thoughts take flight
Grant my voice the clarity of a bell
I bid thee welcome and blessed be
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Sunday, April 20, 2008

The devil on a horse

Sunday Morning coffee in hand I flip to the national geographic channel, the show was called The Devil on Horseback. The show stems from pictures American Capitan attached to the Africa Union Mission in Sudan Peace Keeping force composed of 7,000 troops from various African nations. The pictures this Capitan had managed to get out of Sudan where horrific, children chained together and set on fire their screams frozen in the burnt husks. The Capitan and his people had written hundreds of reports there were never published.
These attacks were conducted by a group funded and supported by the Sudan government called the
Janjaweed. Janjaweed is a militia group recruited from the Arab Baggara tribes nomads who want to move there camels into Darfur for the water there. They view these non Arab agrarian people of the Fur, Zaghawa and Massaleit ethnic groups as slaves. Based on the chant that survivors related to the Capitan “ kill the slaves” just before the charged in and killed nearly the whole village.
The show reported on how the Janjaweed militia used the oil pipeline built by and for the export of oil to China, who pays for it with guns and money. Sudan didn't have the funds or expertise needed to develop their oilfields so turned to China for help I suppose because everyone else couldn't in good conscience support the Sudanese government that support this genocide in Darfur.
Though the Sudan government claims only 9,000 people have been killed, the UN and other non governmental organizations estimate between 200,000 to 400,000 people killed by war and disease. Though the US government has declared the situation in Darfur as genocide, the UN has not. Currently after the seventh resolution passed by the UN they have sent in 9,065 uniformed personnel only 6,880 that are armed troops to join with the Africa Union forces a total of 19,555 military and 3.722 police.
What bothers me is will they be able to do anything to stop these war crimes or will they like the Capitan that brought out this deeply disturbing report be forced to carry just cameras and have no other weapon to stop this crime against humanity? Because the Sudan government has shown that they can't be shamed into doing the right thing in Darfur. Their answer is to jail and kill witnesses and tamper with evidence of mass graves.

These images have been burnt into my mind like they stain the plains of the Sudan
A geas against those that would do this to their fellow man
May they be bound unable to profit or raise their hand
Against those of a different religion, tribe or stand.
May those that look the other way now see it all around
Those that support it in any way be exposed
May we all rise up and say no more!

Saturday, April 19, 2008

not Mud Bay but

On a positvie note since I've started riding the bus again I'm writing a lot more poetry. Mostly images from the bus, but at least I'm writing again.
Mud Bay at high tide
a perfect mirror of the sky
the gray of a hidden dawn
thoughts are overcast
with each to their own
driver calling the stops
on such a gray day
Now comes Bud Bay
like a silverd mirror
end of the line
turn it around
to make another run.
The bays were like glass that day not a ripple to be seen it put me in a reflective mood and since I wasn't driving I could engage to poetic drive and scrible down these thoughts.

Monoluge from the Tomb

Came across this Pantuom in a Poetry Handbook by Babette Deutsch the author was anonymous, but according to Babette the Queen was Victoria. I find it intersting because it mirrors a vision I had during a very intense Sweat lodge some years ago.

Monologue from beyond the Tomb

Morn and noon and night,
Here I lie in the ground;
No faintest glimmer of light,
No lightest whisper fo sound.
Here I lie in the ground;
The worms glide in out and in
No lightest whisper of sound,
The worms glide out and in
They are fruitful and multiply;
After a lifelong din
I watch them quietly.
They are fruitful and multiply
My body dwindles the while;
I watch them quietly
I can scare forbear a smile.
My body dwindles the while
I shall soon be a skeleton;
I can scare forbear a smile
They have had such glorious fun
I shall soon be a skeleton;
The worm are wriggling away;
They have had such glorious fun
They will fertilize my clay.
They worms are wriggling away,
They are what I have been;
They will fertilize my clay;
The grass will grow more green.
They are what I have been,
I shall change, but what of that?
The grass will grow more green,
The parson sheep will grow fat.
I shall change, but what of that?
All flesh is grass, one says.
The parson sheep grow fat;
The parson grows in grace.
All flesh is grass , one says.
Grass becomes flesh, one knows.
The parson grows in grace:
I am the grace he grows.
Grass becomes flesh, one knows.
He grows like the bull of Bashan,
I am the grace he grows;
I startle his congregation.
He grows like the bull of Bashan,
One day he'll be Bishop or Dean.
I startle his congregation;
One day I shall preach to the Queen
One day he'll be Bishop or Dean,
One of those science-haters
One day I shall preach to the Queen.
To think of my going in gaiters!
One of those science-haters
Blind as a mole or bat;
To think of me going in gaiters,
And wearing a shovel hat!
Blind as a mole or bat,
No faintest glimmer of light,
And wearing a shovel hat,
Morning and noon and night.

Alton Logan

Alton Logan 26 years in jail for another mans crime
two lawyers keep a secret till the killer dies
26 years doing another man's time
aren't omissions another form of a lies
Edgar Hope said tell his lawyer
he represents an innocent man
Andrew Wilson was the shooter
The lawyers wrote it down but wouldn't free the man
Lawyer-client privilege was the reason given
So they waited for Wilson to die
Instead of being executed for killing two cops
Wilson got life the police had tortured him you see
Justice has been set aside to protect a guilty man
Justice still hasn't been served Alton sits in jail
waiting on a system rife with sores
he has no hope till they finally set him free
he knows there is no justice when some folk
say they all look the same to me
I pray that justice will be served and
Alton will be set free sooner rather than later