Sharers, Carers, Compassion and Creation.
For Global Sharing Day and everyone who’s sharing.
The annihilation of distance through time.
The destruction of poetry,
Wheezing without rhyme.
Is the mind a factory, a circus, or a farce?
The dictatorship of time.
And the eighteenth century lost,
A sense of carnival and celebration.
To mine the myth,
And history of this nation.
The language of the dead,
Has a specious charm.
Commerce, creation, and animal farm.
The dream is the accumulation of money and stuff.
This war, accumulation,
Is Never Enough.
The poem is born out of nothingness.
And Is nothingness,
Wearing a garb, a garland, of words.
I read to angels and to birds.
A thorny crown,
Dissolved into memory.
Which persists not.
There was a copse by a wall.
Edward the confessor,
Gave way to William represser.
Who was a brutal bastard.
The myth of efficiency as telos.
Patrols of cedars watch over my body.
The spring well welcomed lavender,
As an expression of relief.
Preoccupation with property as a means to happiness,
Makes for endless debates about distribution and redistribution.
Social reorganisation is not revolution.
Doesn’t make anything right or wrong.
Whether you sing,
Or remember a song,
Your mind is a bad old trip.
And your conscious memory is just the tip.
Leena talked of Marx’s grave,
As a practical place of pilgrimage.
The Romans feared the dead.
And almost everyone fears death.
My heart erupted like a lightbulb,
Surrounded by a sea of serenity,
Which is sharing.
It was never mine.
Let the moon wane and sun shine.
And stories of celebrities,
And Hollywood movies and blue sails.
This economy-society was made by rails.
The river is a green goddess.
The intuitive, lunar, I must stress.
Though not as Queendom,
Or Ascension to Heaven.
We finish at one,
Having started around eleven!
The worship of coal and steel.
Rather unconscious and unreal.
Sharing is thought weak and stupid.
To make a sharing society,
Delighting in variation and variety,
We need beings inclusive and awake.
Otherwise so little caring:
And just take, take, take.
Nature shares to exist, subsist.
But humans now stagnate, resist.
The plates perform poojas to the food.
To improve the receptivity and mood.
To say it simply:
It’s time for humans who can share.
But to live free of fear is rare.
Peace of mind is priceless.
Cross the river.
Join the gift and giver.
Let your mind still,
And your heart shiver.
Sharing is an expression of love and inclusion.
Without fear, misery, and confusion.
The path to peace and sharing,
Is paved with responsibility and caring.
The similes dances across the water.
The river had a son and daughter.
And the birds sang sonnets.
For today love and sharing,
Shone beneath the sun.
Knowing, seeing all as one.
Charles Kaye, Guest Blogger