Rhythms, Thoughts, Words

Friday, August 26, 2011

What Do The Trees Know?

having made its escape from escapism
this souls quest for the silence within
that which transcends . . .
. . . known quantities of understanding
and propels itself towards the infinite . . .
. . . . has risen to the fore
but where to find . . .
this knowledge to delve oneself
. . . in this world so enamored with transgressions . . .
another confrontation with a pivotal decision
realizing that the spoken tales of man it deplores . . .
. . . and an unwillingness to further explore
that which man has written
a new opportunity has risen
to gain insight and wisdom from other forms of conscious being
the question again, where to begin?
has there been an unyielding,
trustworthy steward of Mother Earth?
one whom has withstood
her nurturing transformations of renewal
. . . that has breathed her air, given life,
and provided shelter and nourishment for all beings
as falling leaves make their way gracefully to the earth’s floor
suddenly a pathway has been illuminated
. . . and now these words the soul can hear . . .
"go sit beneath the trees"

Rory

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*From my upcoming book "Spirit, Rhythms, Words"
Originally written in 2007. Revised in 2011.
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Monday, August 22, 2011

The Platonic Plague

The platonic plague is one the most rapidly spreading and ruinous communicable dis-eases that our society will ever witness. Characterized by a deeply rooted sense of philophobia, it mistakenly interprets any and all expressions of fondness and admiration as sexual innuendo at the very minimum and sexual overture in its more fearful state.

Attempts to further advance any established friendships with a person afflicted by this plague is met with skepticism and more often than not, will neutralize said friendship. Studies also indicate that uttering the words “I love you”, even in it’s sincerest form, will only bring about suspicion which is usually associated with negative experiences from ones past. Further heightening the recipients defense mechanisms.

Researchers believe that the platonic plague is an offshoot from the social movement “free love”, popularized in the ‘60’s and 1970’s. While “free love” did advocate the free union of consenting adults and their right to sexual pleasure. It sought mainly that these matters be separated from state regulation, such as marriage, birth control etc. However many counterculturalist mistakenly associated “free love” with promiscuity.

Therein the problem begins. For the afflicted person, expressions of love are not seen for what they truly are. They are seen as a ruse, which within it lies the sole purpose of sexual conquest. They have difficulty differentiating between a person loving them, say on a spiritual plane, versus a person being in love with them as in the romantic context. To the afflicted person the distinction is not possible. They firmly believe that everybody is after something from them.

There is no known cure for the platonic plague and it is doubtful that one will emerge from scientific study. Trusting in one’s own intuition. The willingness to accept the expressions of love rendered forth while also maintaining a healthy emotional balance within the parameters of the established friendship seems the only way that friendships will continue to thrive, which will then force the disease to dissipate.

Rory

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Friday, August 5, 2011

Amity (and it's belittling)

normally I would remain silent concerning such matters
it’s probably because I take friendships so seriously
...that in this case, I must voice my disparagement
well, let me step back slightly
it wasn’t like we were the BEST of friends
I did however, view him in a different light
there was total respect held for him
never did I encroach upon his space
his work ethic I thought admirable
I appreciated the splendor of watching the flowers bloom
…probably equally as much as he did
there was even a shared interest in solar geometrics
...and the various components that comprise monosaccharides
his sense of loyalty and commitment could not be undermined
but to attack me in the manner in which he did…
…unprovoked…
was totally uncalled for and inexcusable
so another pseudo-friend has come and gone
it’s quite alright
I’ve gone through something like this countless times
the sting of his assault will last only a short while
I will not seek retaliation (although I want to)
seeking retribution would only exacerbate the situation
…but the line has been crossed
I will forgive his action, however...
unlikely it is, that I will ever trust being in his presence again

Rory

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Thursday, August 4, 2011

Love Letter(s)

got a letter in the mail from her today
immediately my heart began skipping beats
as I opened it and began reading
not only did I feel…
…I could hear the tender embrace from her soft voice
such as it once was
the yearning, the needing
driving me to the brink
standing here, thinking….questioning my rational
NO! it had to be done
I had to move on
just couldn’t allow anyone
to kill my belief in LOVE

(especially since it took so long to rediscover that belief)

whenever we were together
the luminosity of the love we shared
… shown brighter than any known constellation
I don’t know what happened
somehow we lost our communication
time spent became time wasted
in believing this letter is more than just some fraught decorum
despite my opposing inclination
I sat down and wrote her a poem

Passions Fire

often I have found myself wondering
with an immense curiosity
to the point of it becoming overwhelming
how sharing an interminable love with you would be
each moment being that of arousal, tenderness, sincerity
this is what I want you to know
I would give you every facet of my own actuality
with no limitations as to how deep it can go
feeling your warmth, knowing your kiss
infinitely remaining indulgent in mutual desire
a love neither of us could ever find our way to resist
fully immersed with one another, into passions fire

Rory

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Tuesday, August 2, 2011

In Contempt Of Manhood

“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy”-Martin Luther King Jr. US Black civil rights leader & clergyman (1929 - 1968)

I ask myself how it is that a man can sleep
while famine has run rampant
as each day the fortitude of his fellow people
slowly becoming more stagnant
in the midst of the hunger and starvation
how could he have possibly thrust aside within his mind
the untold deaths and devastation
does he not recognize the despair in the children’s eyes
does he not feel the resonance from the mother’s who cry
while so many search for ways to cope
clinging to each breath taken as their only sign of hope
he lie in wake
concerned only about himself and that which he can take
he steals
…and then he rapes
how can it be that this marauder so hideous
with his gun ready to fire into calamitous yearnings
his ego demanding respect
…while empathy is nonexistent
finds himself able to sleep
I cannot fathom how he can
dare he consider himself a man

Rory

©rj2011

*Dedicated to the plight of the Women and Children affected by the drought, famine, and warmongering that is plaguing all of East Africa. I do pray for the end to their hunger and the senseless atrocities they are faced with.

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Monday, July 25, 2011

Nonsensical Reverie

why did I have to go and open my eyes
now I risk forgetting this feeling
I remember a clear blue sky opening
being on a vast open land
breathing in the freshness of Mother Earth
the air, the grass and the river
all nourishing my spirit
there were no boundaries or limitations
as if standing before infinity itself
Or, at least within infinite possibilities
…and then, there I was with others
I didn’t know them all individually
…but I knew they were like me
there was no thought of who was what color
Or, which one of was the biggest or smallest
out of spontaneity
we all just started running
the breeze passing through our hair
…brought joy and exhilaration to our consciousness
we were free
experiencing life intuitively
we came to a stop after running for several moments
basking in the warmth
…from life’s simplicity and magnificence
there was no posturing
no selfish laments
control, deceit, greed, envy, ill will of any sort
…are all but grains of sand that are blown away by the wind
only Love , respect, togetherness, unity, ONENESS exists
I began to wonder where I was
it all seemed so right, felt so good
…but I just couldn't make sense of it all
perhaps it would have, had I kept my eyes closed a little longer

Rory

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Saturday, July 23, 2011

You Belong To Me

peculiar how this circumstance came to pass
after what was deemed the hottest day on record in the city
it was late evening with the temperature unrelenting
making matters worse
the air conditioning unit in her apartment had failed
according to building management
she would have to endure a minimum of 24 hours…
…before the repairs were to be made
dreadfully uncomfortable
she opens her window and removes her clothing
with her apartment being on the 6th floor
there was no thought of someone from the outside looking in
seeing her in the nude, thinking perhaps she was inclined to exhibitionism
furthest from consideration
…was that someone would be watching her with perverse intentions
it only mattered that she find a respite from the heat
after toiling around for about an hour or so
she found her way to bed, managing only a few hours of restless sleep

********************

the next day went off without a hindrance
it was quite busy and hectic
appearances in courtrooms
meetings with clients
as a Paralegal, her job is both demanding and exciting
…and although the city was still in the midst of an oppressive heat wave
she had came home from her day at the law office where she works
finding that the repairs Had been made
it was once again comfortable within the confines of her apartment
quite relieved she was
after enjoying a glass of wine and nice salad for dinner
she needed to run a few errands
to the library to get some reference materials for a case her law firm is currently involved in..
then to the store to replenish her bottled water supply in the ‘fridge
with her tasks complete and totally exhausted
she settles in for the night
undressing
closing the window and the curtains
after climbing into her bed and before drifting off into slumber
she thought to herself a while
it just felt like she was being followed
a weird presence she felt everywhere she went throughout the day
she couldn’t really put her finger on it
leaving it to over-imagination, her eyes close for the night

********************

the following day and more of the same
the heat had been forecasted to extend into the next several days
no relief in sight
the cases she is working on are challenging yes
…but are taxing her resolve a little
in fear for their safety
one of the witnesses on a armed robbery case keeps changing their story
comes with the territory she determines in her mind
she is in dire need of the commonly referred to, “Calgon” moment
that is exactly what she has planned for her evening
arriving at her apartment after another long, hot and somewhat tedious day
she can hardly wait to get into the bathtub so that she may soothe away the stress
upon entering, she is in utter shock
her apartment has been ransacked
EVERYTHING! all of her possessions were strewn about
immediately she called the police
shortly after, officers arrived and began their initial investigation
her door lock had been picked clean and there were no fingerprints discovered
also, it was discerned that none of her valuables were missing
money, jewelry, fine china, expensive clothing
all just thrown on the floor
who ever did this was in a fit of rage
…but robbery was not the motive
as the police questioned her
she searched the recesses of her mind
in no way could she imagine who would do something like this
it just didn’t make sense
especially since her apartment is so high above street level
she did tell them of her uneasy feelings the previous day
…but that was purely speculative at best
the cops took their report, advised her to not be alone for a few days
there upon they left
she began the clean up process
while spending about two hours or so, gathering and rearranging
she notices that her apartment was unbearably warm again
as she went to turn on the air conditioning unit
she found it to have been deliberately broken
that’s all she needed, another night in the extreme heat
having decided to cease her clean up efforts for the night
she still had a date with the bath tub
something she needs now more than ever
as the dark of night has fallen upon
again she opens the curtains and the windows
she undresses
goes to take her bath
after spending about an hour and a half in the bath tub
feeling a much more relaxed despite her present anxieties
she grabs a towel and dries herself off in front of the window
as a gentle breeze from the outside assists in cooling her body temperature
she notices a post it note attached to one of the panes
it wasn’t there before
she retrieves it
on it, in sloppy handwriting it reads:

“you belong to me”

as fear saturates her being
she places a call to her friend/sometimes lover
demanding that he come be with her at that very moment
he arrives about twenty minutes later
she explains the scenario to him
he stays with her throughout the night

********************

her nights are much more peaceful these days
somehow it seems she sleeps much better
it’s been several days now since the break in
order has been restored to her apartment
the weather forecasts are for warm days and balmy evenings
so no need to spend the money on repairing the air conditioning again
her work schedule is as busy as ever
…but she wouldn’t have it any other way
she hasn’t heard from her friend who came to stay with her that night
none of her calls have been returned
none of their mutual acquaintances have seen him
she hasn’t been able to figure it
it's as if he vanished in to thin air
maybe he’s just too upset
the fact that she doesn’t want a committed relationship with him
she has always been up front with him
so he should have been aware
it was something physical she wanted to share with him, only once in a while
all she knows now is that, now, at this present moment
each night before she goes to bed
when she undresses and stands before the window
she can feel the most protection...
...the deepest LOVE she has ever known...

Rory

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