Layered grey skies
Supersede a glimpse of far
Off blue horizons!

Leafless skeleton,
Majestically stretching,
Contemplating spring!

Head to toe

White grainy lush sheets
Cover me from head to toe
While contemplating

The blue dome above,
Beholding unique forethoughts,
Tricked from Zeus himself.

Waking up!

Flowering gears slip, slide,

Ticking acrid, lurid, time;

Dawn approaches fast...

Run

In the middle of

A reprieve; bow season is

Already here...Run!

Brethren

A mine lode richer

Than we can ever fathom

Connects us tightly...

Omen

All this  treasure trove,

Argosy  of discernments,

Sanctifies my being...

Illusion

Instant erasure

Of forgotten vestiges

I was never there

To resuscitate,

Bemuse my presentiment

Of flowing away…

Heights unknown

Lumbering to roll

Boulder towards heights unknown;

Awareness of fate.

Volatility

Understanding all

The principles of human

Volatility

Below and above

Normal rationality;

A goal easily

Accessible once

Humbled by very common

Ego catalysts…

EPloys

Lost in cyber space,

Complying unwillingly;

Invigilator

‘Malgré lui’, witness

To innumerable ploys.

Learning everyday!

Perfection

Caressed sitting still,

Soaking its soft radiance;

September sunshine.

Gnawing

Mouth within a mouth,
Chewing inexorably...
Schizophrenia!

Dreaming

Springing from the cliff,

I deploy my wings unaware

Whether I could fly

In the thick bouillon,

Oblivious of the thousands

Hands reaching for me…

Confident there is

No stopping my soaring free,

I'll enjoy the ride! 

Where art thou?

Illusory soul,

Where art thou concealed from those

Who claim you exist?

Faith

Wanted departures

To fairyland Elysium

Keep being denied

To godless cultists

Whose one goal in life transcends

That of zealots…

Wisdom

Sporadically
They sway between equity
And partiality.

The Red Tree whispers 
To them, ''Look up the blue sky;
You'll see it written!''

Euphoria!

Sand flies athwart both

Yellow walls, stirring passions

Innumerable…

Obscurity out

Of blue translucence reaching

Bottomless rapture. 

Supine arrogance

Smarmy window bars,

Endeavour to avert rest;

Kings and queens comply

                              

To it despite their

Inane absurd leverage…

Slumber subdues all!

Rungs

Climbing this comb’s rungs

Infinitesimally

Discards all desires.

Twirling all they can,

Brings solace to none of them;

They have to relearn! 

Maturation

Persistence of time,

Evolution, design’s bash

Implements reason,

Adaptation of

Means to ends over three eons;

Romantic views blur! 

Urgency

Hair scrubbing the well,

Looking for emollients to

Fasten my yearnings.

Graspable

Generous toenails

Scratch my back resentfully!

Bristling reflectors

Glaring through burnished

Metallic dawns, thirstily

Rummage for the truth.

Annunaki 

Light years away, they

Look at us, pondering our

Neck spiraling goals,

Microscopic we

Appear to their galactic

Wondrous ambitions.

Should they come visit?

Ambivalent they must be!

We are so little!

Vestibule

Round and square, thoughts spin

Black and white, but never grey…

Impenetrable

Vestibule clearly

Concealing untold secrets

To euphoria.

Verbiage

Blinders obscure the

Meaning of harmony in

Static times…tangled

Circumlocutions

In a maze to pad empty

Political dockets.

Discourses abound

To more confusion at home

And everywhere...

Gaza Apartheid

Ancient people's aim;
Inapplicability
While violence prevails...

Carpenter's hammer
Attempts to nail it
As it appears,

Finding pretexts
To never accept moral
Common sense...tragic!

Balise et sillage

Les évènements

Politiques lèvent très

Souvent un sillage

Sur la balise

Qui n’en finit pas d’être

Désespérément

Confuse devant

L’ampleur de la récidive!

Informons-nous bien!

A meme dream beams with
Schemes that scream of certain themes;
Seems utterly gleam!

Curiosity;
Similitudinary
Self complacency.

A complete person must have DISTA:
Depth
Intelligence
Sensitivity
Taste
Ambition

Iraq

Behind Greed’s wars hides

An ugly global design

To trump God’s project,

If you believe in

Commodious mythology.

Human suffering

Is the agenda!
Oil thirst controls El Mundo
every which way...

Incomplete wars will
Erase what remains of our
Weak humanity!

Reverie

Zen contemplation;

Almost within grasp; if only

My neurones could idle

And rest a fleeting

Moment, memory halting

The inexorable stream!

One of my favourite Voltaire quotes:

Il y avait dans le voisinage un derviche très fameux, qui passait pour le meilleur philosophe de la Turquie ; ils allèrent le consulter ; Pangloss porta la parole, et lui dit : « Maître, nous venons vous prier de nous dire pourquoi un aussi étrange animal que l'homme a été formé.

-- De quoi te mêles-tu ? dit le derviche, est-ce là ton affaire ? -- Mais, mon Révérend Père, dit Candide, il y a horriblement de mal sur la terre. --Qu'importe, dit le derviche, qu'il y ait du mal ou du bien ? Quand Sa Hautesseenvoie un vaisseau en Égypte, s'embarrasse-t-elle si les souris qui sont dans le vaisseau sont à leur aise ou non ? -- Que faut-il donc faire ? dit Pangloss. --Te taire, dit le derviche. -- Je me flattais, dit Pangloss, de raisonner un peu avec vous des effets et des causes, du meilleur des mondes possibles, de l'origine du mal, de la nature de l'âme et de l'harmonie préétablie. » Le derviche, à ces mots, leur ferma la porte au nez.

Pococurante

Aloft amongst us,

Indifference permeates

All our pores for naught.

Boulder is resting near me, inscrutable in its demeanour and certainly not too concerned by the world around it. Time to digress once more from my rolling!

Given the complexity of the world around us, one issue has become as daunting as can be: that of this ever evolving way of communication with each other. It is a sort of paradox that has reached levels that are very alarming and isolating us more when we think we are getting closer to each others. People are texting right and left, even when queuing up, walking or driving, endangering their lives and those of others. What is the urgency that compels the individual to pursue such a way of communicating? Is it because it is cheap, or is it because the information cannot wait to be shared? The explanation could be entirely not related to the means but rather to the end. The process of writing is somehow more practical since it allows us to think for an elaborate answer to a message, whereas responding to a call has to be spontaneous and can sometimes be confusing because of an emotion that was not there in the first place.

This one issue is only one of many that do affect what the meaning of life in this technological world has become: harder to analyse. Everything becomes obscured by false purposes that lead us astray from our humanity which was more present when minimalism was the norm in our approach to communicate with each other and be attuned to our environment.  No more simple phone calls or epistolary exchanges to inform each other because we want to be informed now and often, the immediacy multiplied tenfold by access to cheap information as the serious and more meaningful one is harder to tackle. It is definitely a case of mediocrity in a context of complexity. Where is that boulder now? Rolling away from me again just like my poor tired mind!

Disconnected

Serendipity;
Unconventionality;
Generosity...

Frightening

Constantinople;

Necrobestiality’s

Anniversary.

Belief

Diabolical

Denominatially

Association.

One of my favourite American poet/writer

Truth

Alliterations
Interpenetratingly
Interlace and weave

Antithetical 
Theorizing discourses
To subdue the truth...

Confusing changes

In a world of confusing changes, where ideologies are no longer necessary to justify government policies and market economies, the average individual, the one who is willingly exploitable at the hand of very few, because he or she has to make a living and somehow feel happy about being a contributing factor in his or her community, life can become sedated because the mind becomes numbed by modern preoccupations, with very little time to focus on real issues, such as profound inner happiness, not the one provided by modern paraphernalia, but the one that occupies its rightful place in our brains. And no, I am not unhappy! On the contrary! Once I have assumed that I was constituted by my own judgment, determination and decision to reach goals of my own choosing, not those imposed upon me by either my close or distant environment, I was able to shrug off all systems of culture, convention, tradition, religion, as resolutely supplied and sometimes borrowed parameters for making intelligent life choices in small increments rather than en masse decisions. I am the one who decided to live again after being such a cruel and evil man, daring to even trap silly Thanatos, god of death, to demonstrate my hubris, paying for it dearly now that I am back eternally in Hades after Ares intervened to liberate the former and put me back where I belong. Ah, but down here, things are so simple, nothing disturbs the routine, except for my frequent dreams of seeing Prometheus on Mount Caucasus – I am sure you knew all along that it was impossible for me to see him from my prison – which occur rather frequently recently. Perhaps I envy him without wanting to admit it; his destiny is preferable to mine since one day he will be liberated by Heracles himself after the latter slays his tormentor, whereas my punishment will last for ever. He is after all a better man than I am! Time to resume my ascension with impassive Boulder!

Personality

Sporadically

Magnetoluminescent

Personality!

Uncharted lands

Light is the mind that

Entered uncharted lands;

A treasure awaits!

Birth

With the utmost care,

Moulding you for years to come,

She deploys her wings… 

Thee

My absence from thee,

A thousand years yet to come;

Is written nowhere!

Vanishing

In the time it takes

A butterfly to flutter,

Entire cliffs vanish.

River’s Teeth

River’s teeth bite

The far banks form dawn to dusk;

For ever hungry.

La goutte

La goutte, velour

Sublime sur le nénuphar;

Paradisiaque!

Absurdum

Beyond the limits

Of rationality of

One’s fundamental

Project, a choice that

Lies beyond reason because

All reasons for it

Are grounded in a

Choice any way we look at

Its original

Cause…reductio ad

Absurdum, a conclusion

Which has no grounding!

The Absolute

Unconditioned

Existence relative to

Anything deemed

The whole of things as

Spiritual, as self-knowing;

Rationally true…