Friday, September 30, 2016

Goodbye Baltimore!

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
- Mary Elizabeth Frye, "Do Not Stand By My Grave And Weep"

8 comments:

FreeThinke said...

___________ DIAGNOSIS ___________

Stopping Racism today is now believed
No harm, but only good could ever do ––
Of Paramount Importance. –– We’ve deceived
Innumerable millions, brought them to
The point where kicking over all the traces
A counterfeit Altruism now prevails:
Zig zags must be viewed as straight, so races
Ill-informed may proudly fill their sails ––
Reject all hope of Mental Elevation ––
Enjoy, instead, White Perquisites unearned ––
Given –– by “The Rich,” whose education,
Goading them to see all Privilege spurned,
Informed them they should not be what they are.
Now, Prehistoric Depths loom not so far.


~ FreeThinke

And that, my friend, is the main reason why your precious Baltimore has been in severe decline for decades. Another is the rise to dominance of Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n Roll, and all that has followed in its wake.

FreeThinke said...

The secret to combatting ADD

Lies in taking one thing you think great

Into splendid isolation where no sounds

Or sights assault the senses with distractions

Concentrate on learning to ignore

Stray thoughts and wayward influences crude

Self-discipline becomes its own reward

Examine only one thing at a time

Pop Culture we must come to recognize

As the enemy of Reason and good work.

Learn to cherish silence so you can

Listen to your heart and see within.

Monasticism may seem too austere,

But retreating from the world pays dividends

It deepens your perceptions as it hones

Improvement in your character and views,

And aids in helping you learn to eschew

The tawdriness that saps your strength, and then

Impoverishes every part of you.


~! FreeThinke

FreeThinke said...


___ TO PROMOTE INNER PEACE ___

Divorce yourself from everything that's "pop"
Visualize a cabin in the pines
Close by a silver lake or sparkling stream
Detached from every aspect of the grid.
Chop wood, fetch water so you may survive
Eating fresh caught fish or game you kill
Along with berries, nuts, and tasty leaves.
Carry with you a supply of books
Writing paper and a clutch of pens
Allow yourself an oil lamp for the night
Embrace austerity, and get to know
Yourself, and only what may be essential
To survival in the coming winter months.
Emulating Thoreau may provide
The antidote to hellish modern life.


~ FreeThinke

FreeThinke said...

_______+ DEFEANING DECAY ________

Delight to some, to others desecration
Eradicating every single chance
At peaceful, soul-enriching contemplation
Fostering the hope for sweet romance.
Ears and mind, instead, sit stunned –– assaulted.
Noxious noise befouls the atmosphere
In throbbing pseudo-ecstasy exalted
Neutralizing all that’s clean and clear.
Ground out tones smacking of self-pity
Degrade the mise en scene where they appear,
Erasing what’s not grubby, gross or gritty
Catering, instead, to our worst fears.
Aggravation never ceasing breeds
Yammering lemmings aping Satan’s leads.


~ FreeThinke

FreeThinke said...

___________ MUSICAL TOILETS ___________

Mistaken notions in the world abound ––
Unheard of at the time when I was born.
Surrounded –– soaked –– in crass, unwanted sound
I’m buried –– suffocated –– and forlorn.
Consciousness invaded by loud static ––
Ambushed –– conquered –– isolated –– snuffed ––
Languishes while Coarseness brays ecstatic.
The mind can’t thrive when with distractions stuffed ––
Over-filled –– with poisonous temptations
Instigating sullenness engaged
In assertive, mulish non-participation
Erupting just when pointlessly enraged.
The times have changed; they have become deranged.
Silence, from our world’s become estranged.


~ FreeThinke

FreeThinke said...

_________ OCTOBER _________

Scratching –– astringent!
the brilliant sky assaults the eye
While wads of cloud, though blinding white
soften the blows of stinging light.

Summer’s splendor
claws at the commanding blue
hating –– supplicating ––
Submitting at last in a fiery blast ––
a scornful array –– deceptively gay
of every vigorous hue.

Walls made of stone crack and groan
at the coming of frost ––
Flowers die beneath the sky ––
Pods of seed split open and bleed ––
scattering –– Hope ––
on earth –– in air ––

Riding on wind that sounds like Despair,
But sings in harsh voice ––
as it stiffens the frost ––
Nothing is lost!
Nothing is lost!


~ FreeThinke

-FJ said...

Life is to be lived. There is time for serious work and time for frivolity and playing. It can't all be the former.

-FJ said...

...especially when we're off-stage (ob-skene).