Ecstasy

 

Ecstasy

Whispers rest on wings of Bees bring messages to Lovers
   Pleas
Through prickly Pine Trees they maneuver Winds guidance Plays her Song

Follow the scented path of saccharine secretions where Hummingbirds flicker and
Sapphire Dragonflies crowd nature’s Banquet

That Vibrating sound will guide you Down

Down to the Lake Lite Water

 

poem written by ~ Elaine Byrne

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All The Way – a Charles Bukowski Poem (3 Min)

Directed, filmed and edited by Willem Martinot Based on “roll the dice” by Charles Bukowski Voice: Tom O’Bedlam Music: Tony Anderson “Spirit” Shot in Andalusia, Spain Actor and assistant: Imre Tigchelaar

Peasant Poetry Corner: Can We, by James Anderson

Well this is a Sunday and Sundays are good for chelaxing and poetry. This is from my bud James Anderson from England who is battling his government and PTSD, not in that order. He is a formidable crusader against pedophilia in England and when he gets really riled up, or hurt, he writes delectable peasant poetry. That’s what I call it anyway. Poetry for the great unwashed.

(Yes, I know chelaxing is not a word, live with it)

James Anderson

England

Jan 14, 2018

 

Can we

We build machines with such complexity
We thrive for power and collected wealth
Yet in eighty years of life time
Few will ever study their “self”

Few will ask what am I
Even fewer will look for the truth
Many will place their faith in gods
Without a shred of proof

Many will follow politics
To benefit their own
Not much ever gets past down
To the peasants kneeling prone

Many will follow nothing
Thinking there’s not much left that’s kind
Fewer will have the courage
To investigate their mind

To find out what makes you you
And the point of you in all this
Are we really all just monsters
Destroying harmony and bliss

Is this the point of you
Is this why you were made
To toil for someone else
And watch as they get paid

And when you see your wages
You know you are on the skids
Your toil and manual labour
Isn’t enough to feed your kids

Is this the reality we want for our future
Is it time to reassess
Is it time to look past ourselves
And change this awful mess

And before you say we cant
……
jsa

 

Agnes Török: Worthless (3 min)

“What has to be explained is not the fact that the man who is hungry steals or the man who is exploited strikes, but why the majority of those who are hungry don’t steal and why the majority of those who are exploited don’t strike.”

Wilhelm Reich “The Mass Psychology of Fascism”

Mother’s Day Poem

When your mother has grown older,
And you have grown older,
When what was once easy and effortless
Now becomes a burden,

When her dear, faithful eyes
No longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown tired,
No longer want to carry her as she walks —

Then give her your arm for support;
Accompany her with gladness and joy.
The hour will come when, weeping
You will accompany her on her final walk.

And if she asks for something, then answer her.
And if she asks again, then speak.
And if she asks yet again, respond to her,
Not stormily, but with gentle calm.

And if she cannot understand you well,
Explain everything to her joyfully.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
When her mouth will ask for nothing more.

Adolf Hitler

* “Denk es,” from the Sunday Morgenpost, Munich, May 14, 1925

Source: HITLER’S POETIC TRIBUTE TO ELDERLY MOTHERS

To my True Love: Never Let Me Down Again

Lovely thinking music for weekend anarchists: Enya – Shepherd Moons