Thursday, April 7, 2016

Aloha Mystery
by Stormcat

Probably just my imagination
that wry smile and shiny eyes
that says fun and mischief and
mystery and unexpected

I shouldn't let imagination
whisk me that way . . . draw
me to places I shouldn't say
out but look where my
hands wander

Oh the laughter and life to
realize, plans to dream as
a singular hope extrudes
to undeniable reality ala

Oh that it be so!

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Monday, April 4, 2016

Father Immemorial
(random thoughts at my father’s death)
By Stormcat

Somewhere in-between
the rabble and the entitled
must exist the bastion of the enlightened
why is it so hard to find
that in-between

the rabble is ignorant
and the entitled, threatened
But truth? Truth is simply singular, with
the thousand versions thereof
only flawed approximation

So raze the conscious
In search for the qualities of
a life who taught more than knowledge
instilled basic foundations
to think and question

more than functionality
learned at his feet, acquired
under his supervision, taken from his
tutelage, experimentally and
empirically expanded

the vestiges of net, now
vanished from it's place, evokes
a feeling of poignant finality, a realization
that life's tightrope features
safety below no more

it’s a serious gift to
linger, a gift inerasable
not even extinguished by the grave
that delays or cements
celestial reward

there stands his sister
there stand his brothers
and parents there also and grand and
great grand and every one
from the beginning

so goes he now this
night to a family reunion
oh what a grand celebration will be
for them, a family waiting,
just beyond the veil

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