From the First Trees...a poetry blog

Gnashing of Teeth

Do you realize, how many people are ...'believing' up the matrix of 'zombies'? They are 'materializing' death, or marginal life, if it could be called that...in the form of sub human ugliness and carnage. They WANT this? I feel, like I'm living in a Woody Harrelson movie. What the hell is wrong with people? ARE they people, anymore? Is this a 'cry' in the night for help, or are people 'choosing' this way out? How ugly they must feel, of themselves. It makes me remember, that scripture that goes..."there shall be gnashing of teeth." Like, in 'World War Z'? We are FAR from the border's of any sane reality...these days, and psychiatrist's just keep shoving you the shit, to enhance your 'mental matrix'. And YOU JUST KEEP TAKING IT. Unbelievable, in ANY paradoxical universe.

OK, 5 second attention span. You read the 'first line', and that's it? See you around. You look like shit!...:-)

Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: Eugene Delacroix, The Barque of Dante, 1822

Helen

Years ago, this simple, one frame, cartoon came out. It was of a woman, named 'Helen', at the controls of a 747, flying upside down, right off side of the control tower. Her eye's were 'huge'. The guy in the tower, says..."Hit ALL the buttons, Helen!"

Well, that's about where we're at...don't you think? Maybe we should try things we haven't. Hit All the buttons! The GOOD buttons, not the BAD buttons...dig? Or, just continue on, with your Dr. prescribed 'la la land' pills and your two, or five 'martoonies', and your cold lines of 'white ice'. In that case, you wouldn't have read past 'Years ago', and we're 'just fuct' for nothing. But, really...

Have a nice day.

Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: Leon Frederic 1856-1940, L'age D'or-Le matin

Beastly Things

civ·i·li·za·tion
the stage of human social development and organization that is considered most advanced. Human development, advancement, progress, enlightenment, culture, refinement, sophistication. Source: google

You know, we are up against a brick here. Because, none of the above is true, of the times we live in. We don't live in civilization. We are NOT civilized people. We are, an experiment...in a petri dish, with billions of little dots of organic oozing's, supposing ourselves to be civilized. We are trying, and we are failing. Why? Could it be, that we deny those needs, that would complete, our civilization? We deny them, subdue them and regulate them, to the point of 'failure'. We are organic beings, yet man subdues his organic nature. He pursues a more angular course, as he is instructed by his metal overlords, his sciences and sophistication's. It's ruining civilization. It wont WORK this way. We are beasts. We do 'beastly' things, male and female. But we could LOVE, and do beastly things...FUN, beastly things, HAPPY natural habits on sex and yearning, rather than 'material' and 'religious' chasms of rhetoric and emptiness. What the hell? We're very near 'an end'...in anyone's view. Why not try 'fun' beastly things, gentle, loving, beastly things...and see, and 'feel', if it's better, than this lie we are dying of?

Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: Pan, satyr's, and fauns, google art

Let the Heart Go

Hearts speak truly, whisper's of their own. Desire among the grot's and limbs where love, is always done. Since day's began, in that beginning, gleaned...felt faintly, that aetheric fondle, fiddling some rare bird, of lips, blown sweetly on an ancient's bone.

All hearts know this thing, that body is aware...for heart and hard, were never, by so many...moved, those tokens, brought us here. Yet men, who will not hold, arousal's need, deny to all, and everything, their rigid right's...relief, of parts have gone to stone.

But they, themselves, abed at night, in dark, proscribe...while fondling their flag, to gasps of...God! and gag, and leering leisure's, peeper's always use to bring the load to head, and...gush! Then close, the blasted link...to scurry off to sleep. Why? Why hide such a beautiful thing? Why hide the need? Why punish the need?

Why can't men be, fine, fully flown...free birds, that all humanity, aspire...those gifts were given to each one? Why must, the twig, the knot...a lover's fully understanding heart, be hushed...to hide the need, to give and take, to kiss and suck; to lick, pursuant to our joy, right there...in open air, both day and night...without a judge, or rules..aside from rolling in the rush of lust and laughter?

What is wrong with man, that everything of joy be cursed, and rather be severe, defined as devils if you love, or evil if you lust? Why is this garden of desire, not given freedom to fulfill itself in us? It's all here...now. Needs we then, mistrust, or simply learn to see ourselves...in one another's arms? Would we then, lose grace...that struggle civilized, or are we civilized...at all?

Perhaps, if we embrace, what we deny ourselves...our hearts could find the way, to Paradise.

Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art; Pan, faun and satyr, google art

Cataracts of Eden

At the cataracts of Eden, where the country climbs the rocks, the goat herds and the shepherd boys, divine...play gaily in the freely falling waters, and the warm sunshine.

For, there, the fauns and satyr's, play their subtle pipes and games; pluck their haunting harps and hearts...and there, the greatest forest god of all, his children...fondly watch.

Among the flowers and sprays of mist's, forever leap with blissful joy...those beauteous kids, the girls and boys, whose nature'd lusts...so happily display.

Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: faun and satyr in bronze, google art