17 October, 2010

More than Just Wide Open

You all see those shackles round your ankles;
you stare at them
with dull recollection in your eyes
but no more than that.
NO more than a mild glimmer
of that which you clearly should have been.

The rusty iron of it continues waiting;
until your feet are deeply rooted in soil,
while they
aim to wallow in their spoils of oil and ire.

They bind tighter; the wheel of the rack,
to which they strap you.
constricting; suffocating of souls.
Where once was desperation,
lives only acquiescence.
Where once you all stood your ground,
it's now sold.

Now only will they trudge along,
dragging chains of oppression,
bought and paid for in acceptance of
the fists that rule.
These meek; maintaining silence.
Whilst facing plastic columns
steeped only in their blood.
What you're saying: this is the history you long for.
Just one more story destined
not ever to be told.


©2010, saerenphoenix

26 August, 2010

What is the CO2 Cost of War?

Why did I write this? Why do I ask you to sign it?..............I felt the need.

For most of my life I have been following some of the better teachings my mother had to offer, such as treating the planet with respect. Don't throw trash on the ground. Don't just leave the light on all over the house. Don't waste food or water. I honestly, at least as a kid, thought that everyone did these same things! I learned to recycle in school, and carried that with me. I even keep a box of recycling under my desk at work to this day!

The problem is, in my adulthood, I've realized how few people around me make any of those same efforts, and that includes the ones that are easy, like using a recycling bin at home. That is heartbreaking at best, and downright shameful at worst! What purpose can being lazy with the environment serve? What possible gain is there in pointing fingers and ducking the blame, when people are starving, when the global temperature is at the precipice, and when CO2 is climbing, and climbing as if it were the national debt!

There are groups out there who spend their time educating and trying to convince people to cooperate with the effort, and personal initiatives and efforts are VERY important to the cause. With that being said though, there are too many corporations, cities, counties, and COUNTRIES who are too busy to do anything more than present token efforts and spout pretty words about the environment, and climate change, and the science that lead them to it.

Pretty words don't make floods evaporate. Pretty words don't dissipate a hurricane. Pretty words don't pull clouds of CO2 out of the upper atmosphere. Pretty words certainly don't make polar ice caps grow, and glaciers reappear. Words are useless when there is not effort made to stand up for them.

Governments declare war on everything; the war on terror, the war on drugs, the war in Iraq. Humans LOVE that word; war, because it makes a statement! It says---HERE I AM, AND THIS IS IMPORTANT TO ME!!! Even when a ‘war’ is not altruistic, or of humanitarian importance, calling it WAR still makes a bold statement about the logic (or even lack of same) involved.

Where is the war on pollution? Where is the war on CO2 emissions? Where is the war on animal, or planetary abuse? What we’ve done to the planet is awful, and most of us know it, and yet few of us are making an effort to reverse it. That is what this petition is about. It is about asking those who should feel responsible to stand up and accept the job of cleaning it up! It is about the global population to say “ENOUGH! You have to stop it! Reduce it! Replace it! And, not at further cost of the environment”

I am asking our US government and military to please step up and take responsibility, proactively, so that we really can say “We did everything we could possibly do.” Please read my petition and consider if you’re on board. I am opening this up globally. The US has a military presence all over the globe, which means that we are causing damage to the environments of other countries as well, and we should be completely willing to combat the emissions we cause, for the good of all creatures, and the planet itself. If you’d like to participate in this effort, please see the links below. The first one will lead to the C2NN post so you can view the comments of other care2 members. The second one is the direct link to the petition itself.



Mary R. Coleman

23 September, 2009

P.P. talking about the Age of Stupid film

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25 April, 2009

Fair in Love and War?

Fair in Love and War?

I wasn’t really watching when it happened,
the backdrop of the world, dropped back
and to these two threads I say, or would have said;
were I to have realized when I had a chance…?
Alas, my thoughts have betrayed me…for what?
These two hearts have beat within my chest.
When one grows stronger, the other wants
and cannot relinquish the wheel to its other,
then, grows stronger too, so as to retaliate.
Why must these arms remain together?
Whence one would reach out to the east,
its brother cries, onward, onward, shall
I stay my course I’ve chosen in the west.
Yet, I have dreamed of alternative realities;
ones of which both frighten, and exhilarate.
What if the east had won the battle, hmm?
What would I see beyond this window? I…
I mustn’t ask these things; nor will I suffer
losing touch with my spark, my only sanity.
Fate drove me to this, and while she is so,
this cruel, unruly mistress, she has summoned;
forged this great divide within my aching breast.
There is a lesson, a purpose, if only I would see.
To what end? My very breath is my enemy!!
What of my warring countries, distant satellites,
these beacons holding wholly different dreams?
I was never at the centre, I see that now. Yet;
with that truth, I am but shred entirely in two.
Beneath this toughened skin, there is not one
of two halves, but two of self; I am doomed.
Such an epiphany and such dawning guilt;
and acquiescence…for to see no chance, no hope,
and no glimmer of true satisfaction left for we.

---phoenix--- April 25, 2009

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14 June, 2008

When Dylan Met Chelsea

When Dylan met Chelsea

How you must have loved her, spending
those last of your shadow-casted days in
her threatening embrace, sweet nectar
not withstanding as you lie there spilling
all your secrets in the years forward you
would miss, as you miss her all the same.

Little did you know, as little as she would
know then of the many, many lovers who
would fall down at her feet, be cast out.
What gifts, to you she offered and would
you accept in your graceful manner to let
your soul breath freely for mere seconds.

Sorrowed curtain secludes you away from
mindful eyes of strangers until no further
eyes your eye would again meet. Your pain
imprinted livelihood stringing letter after
letter onto pages you would never dream to
realize; as only she might have gifted.

Was her embrace so intricately binding?
I think you would not have left even if you
had seen one glimpse of the domination
you would deny to have existence by mere
words, striking words but fraught with fear.
I could have adored you if to save you this.

Death would have you whether my heart
beats or does not and without you I feel a
loss I may still have felt if you had survived.
Oh sorrow at your passing, if only I could
have spoken, to hear you potent voice, to
love you from afar, had she not yet come.


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09 June, 2008

The Pain of Two; for One

The Pain of Two; for One

Let these two bodies become separate
for there is a cancer invading both unless
these rocky rivers are dammed up.
I dangled this fisher’s hook in the hopes
that one would come to aid the other, only
now I realise, blind eyes were best.
Had I not called out to this one for the
sake of that other, these two might have
been at an advantage; existence tranquil.
Failure becomes me as I hang my head
and soak up the shame of a hundred
broken hearts within my own.
This dark dweller set up his camp and
that other should have been expectant
of such, this ongoing lot of pain.
I should not have called out in the dark
when I knew he would come and so too
would I sink his ship with ours.
What have I done, why did I search for
him to save the one? I know and yet
I also know not, and regret.
Now I must turn lose such a prize catch,
set sail that one so he might be saved,
yet pain for both I fear in this.
I must sever this knot in two, and give
one of these ones a fighting chance of
happiness, devastation be it.


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06 June, 2008

Squandered Preservation

Squandered Preservation

The darker side of passion;
lying dormant like a tumour,
waiting like a ticking bomb,
on the wheel of life and love.
Wandering like blinded infants
you move through the darkness;
hands out to catch you
should you stumble and fall.
A pit of teeth, a wall of daggers,
through the quicksand you trudge ever on.
Pinholes; gashes; leaches of treachery...
and you feel upon your face,
your hands, your heart each tiny scar.
Like must, absolutely, speak to like.
You know this even while in doubt
of your likeness residing in the veil.
Onward you march, single file existence
until you finally fall into the
crisp, cool light of your true, complete being.
You recognise these maps
carved out in stone and bone, in tears
like mirrored souls cast out
with only a thin strand to guide you
back home to the rest of this.
Now you are complete!
Lovely heaven, lovely perfection; fulfilled?
The searching over, the fear abated,
that loneliness and darkness---lost at sea.
All the wounds have closed, that be.
But, the blade shifts end over end as
one becomes the other and with
the other one and one; one shall be.
Cruelty beyond cruelty waits unseen.
Binary stars, brother of flesh and bone,
sewn swiftly and surely into tapestry.
Paintings fade, clay cracks, threads unravel
inevitably the dark will swallow one half
or the other of the whole...and what then?
No hand to hold, no heart to enfold, silence...
the body fails and the soul will set sail
into the void of the next world and leave
it’s other in the void again of this...
so to what end is the searching darkness
at the outset truly conceived?


[I do not know when I originally penned this particular work but consider this the new revised edition]

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01 June, 2008

That Other

That Other

How is it that we share these tiny threads
between us like miniature brush strokes
on a microscopic canvas of particle grains;
yet share nothing of the definition there?
I can see these traces in all the outlines of
your face, as if we were jointly moulded;
though all similarity is fleeting once I have
peered beyond this membrane into your
eyes, into that soft meat of your internal.
Would be connection broken, lying in ruins.

I contemplated once to keep you from harm
in my embrace, and you would stand by and
recognize my comfort, and fear would abate.
So tiny you were, like a solitary model soldier
standing at attention, continuously in thought,
eternally considering what approaches you’d
take within any endeavour, so brilliant, alert,
you would have this world in your tiny palm.
Now, discoloured visions of your feint glories.
I’d dreamt so much for you, now insignificant.

A charlatan had notions to pilfer your hide to
his own malevolent campaign whimsy, and I
alone appear to experience its wretchedness.
What ever became of the boy who once lived
inside that body? Him who’s avid fascination
was an embodiment of all who dared dream?
Is there no salvation from the despondency he
came to suffer while his guise was stolen away?
I fear now as his semblance was mangled; alas,
that shining beacon contained, has so followed.
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31 May, 2008



I could have cried myself to sleep yet been awake...
The pain became so sharp...so much more than
any other day of recent years.
I thought to reach out to someone so I could
excuse my self from frustrating emotion, only
to realise that no one stood at the ready for me
and I wondered where such a foolish
notion came from in the first place.

[There is no one with which to share these painful pitfalls.]

Not so long ago I thought I’d locked the door
into this place inside my head and thrown the key
as far away as I could muster. Though not so far enough I think,
for here I am again wondering how treacherous it will get
before I shall once again begin to rise.

[Should IF stand at the ready then, I wonder?]

I cannot share these fears, these pains
these sinkholes that open up inside my chest.
Regardless of no one to catch the flying debris...
how fair would it be to lay these on
some other set of shoulders at all?

[I can’t afford it, I mustn’t!!!]

I’m not sure that I’d really even know how
any longer, if honesty be known in this.
I cried out to one person, though...
soon as he heeded my call I realised
it would have been mistakenly laid.

[So...I bade him farewell and disconnected...]

Silly me for thinking I was immune to this
after all these years, though, no one can blame me
though no one can be to blame for this but me.
Rather than playing with fire, I sat playing
with my fickle sanities...

[I’ve sealed it all up, save for discerning lyric...]


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