That you are here—that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.”
― Walt Whitman
Love’s current, imperfect and scarlet-hued
flows swiftly through my life.
Music Thunderously loud and hauntingly melodic
is the theme of my soul.
Peace, long sought yet never reached
through the omnipresent strife
A longing, aching, yearning quest
to somehow become whole.
My verse longer than ever I thought
seems somehow stuck in the middle
I search for the perfect word or phrase
only to come up wanting
Somewhere the rhythm has gone askew
the next line is often a riddle
Finding reason to make the effort
an endeaver that seems too daunting.
Yet I’ll follow it through to the end
tho sometimes I wonder why bother
Can yet one more stanza in life’s great song
really have much portent
To find surcease and lay my pen down
may be something that I’d rather
Yet this is my soul’s legacy
and the reason why I present.
–G A Rosenberg
“And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.”
— Jack Kerouac
It’s all in our minds
except when its not
Senses, perceptions we create
to make sense of it all.
Yet we all need
reception of another’s perception
reality checks and balances
that is if we intend to coexist
and maintain control.
The distorted mirror of another
helps us perceive how others see us
and understand the footprints
we leave behind
without it we are actors
in an empty auditorium
who take our bows
to the sound of no applause.
— G A Rosenberg
“I know how you feel,“ I said. “You run into something you totally don’t get, and it’s scary as hell. But once you learn something about it, it gets easier to handle. Knowledge counters fear. It always has.”
— Jim Butcher
Fear
A footstep in the dark
A whisper when you are home alone
A job interview
Meeting a perspective date or friend or employer
Going home with someone
First steps into unknown places
yet fear is a portent
It signals a lesson to come
knowledge to be won
a test of the soul
becoming more whole
yet it also signals a death
an end to the person you were
before the fear was faced
and a new life for the making.
— G A Rosenberg
“I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.”
— Virginia Woolf
In the tarot, the six of cups card represents the golden moment. The moments are those times that are few and far between where everything feels right. We know who we are and why we are and it’s all right. Ten minutes later life might descend back into its normal chaos and our heads filled with confusion that is all too common but for that moment or that day or that evening, it is perfect. We feel connected and in charge of our destiny. As much as we may love the people in our lives we don’t belong to them, each of us belongs to ourself and while we may move life itself to see our loved one’s happy, they also belong to themselves. Those golden moments tho, they are the place where our hearts live and it is there that we return when life is at its bleakest.
Blessings, G
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An Idyllic Place Past the Light’s Distortions by G A Rosenberg
“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”
— Allen Ginsberg
Don’t you sense it? That feeling that no only are you different than everybody else but that if people were aware of your difference they’d think you were crazy? Oh maybe not locked up danger to yourself or to others but nuts all the same. If they only knew the thoughts that went on in your head. Everybody has the gibbering madness behind their eyes. Some of us get better at not showing it. Some of us get so good at it that we convince ourselves its not there. It’s a bit of a shame tho. That spark of madness tends to be our creativity and our true self. The more we let it out the more we create beauty whether it be in art, writing or our lives. Oh some of it can be pretty strange and frightening yet the more of our madness we let show the more we become fully ourselves. It is not in the sun that we shine the most but in the light of our inner moon. For that is where our shadows contrast it. Indeed, they are inextricably wed.
Blessings, G
“The problem is no longer getting people to express themselves, but providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people from expressing themselves, but rather, force them to express themselves. What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, or ever rarer, the thing that might be worth saying.”
— Gilles Deleuze
Forced to speak,
to produce mediocrity
“Shit sells” they say
and then they buy it
push it, produce it
get all to try it
yet still the scream
from deep within
“Give me the space for some wisdom”
a brilliant piece from week to week
a rarer use for my art
yet they’d rather use me constantly
draining the juices
finding the uses
of garbage, words meaningless
Speak your truth often
so mickey mouse
yet if I can wait
my words will be brief
and wondrous
yet still they come
yet still they come
— G A Rosenberg
“You should not take old people who are already dead seriously. It does them injustice. We immortals do not like things to be taken seriously. We like joking. Seriousness, young man, is an accident of time. It consists, I don’t mind telling you in confidence, in putting too high a value on time. I, too, once put too high a value on time. For that reason I wished to be a hundred years old. In eternity, however, there is no time, you see. Eternity is a mere moment, just long enough for a joke.”
— Hermann Hesse
In the pool of eternity laughter echoes. Oh the humour may be slightly black and the joke is often on us. We are quite comical you know. A given moment of rudeness from a stranger can ruin a day or a week for us. From the long view it is inconsequential but the majority of us must look like either beasts raging for no reason over things that a few time ticks later won’t matter at all. Still by that time we will find something else to unleash our Daffy Duck tempers against, equally as inconsequential. From the longview even things fairly major that might cause months of depression must seem like small potatoes. After all ten years down the road, chances are our lives look totally different where joy exists and yet we get so stuck in our present woes. Would that we could gain either the eternal view of our dramatic moments from outside time or even more the view from outside space where we can see our situation in relation to others who have it much worse. Those others always exist somewhere in space, somewhere in time.
Blessings, G
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