Each Of Us

EACH OF US

Upon his decease
They found, clearing out his things, this envelope
Addressed “To whom it may concern”

Each of us is a PLP
A Public Leaning Post
A Poor Lonely Person

As a Public Leaning Post
I give each of you help and acceptance
And this is my Love

As a Poor Lonely Person
I ask each of you for help and acceptance
And this is my Humility

Amidst the dark and stormy seas of my pain and passion
I cling to the raft of my heart
And this is my Integrity

Among the dark and silent hills of my inner landscape
I shout “Hello” and listen to my own voice’s dying echoes
And this is my Humanity

There is a time for speech, a time for action
A time for silence and stillness
And this is my Wisdom

And as I strive to honour each moment as it is
And hold these qualities in mind
Perhaps I approach Creativity

Please Help Us God

PLEASE HELP US GOD

We know the drill
If not from life then TV
“I swear to tell the truth
The whole truth and nothing
But the truth so help me God”

So much of what we believe
We know is but subjectivity
Built as we grope our way
Of calcified assumptions
And received knowledges

There does indeed exist
An essential framework
With a good and a bad
That is nicely pliable so
Applicable as required

Sadly heart and mind concur
We are all too oftentimes
Cut off from our source
And so unwittingly impose
Our own distortions instead

Help

HELP

There is always help
But first you must be willing
To ask to be helped

Last Call: Shadorma

LAST CALL

Fingers crossed
Shoulders to the wheel
Work together
This whole world
Reversing destination
To save the planet

Dover Beach

DOVER BEACH – Matthew Arnold (Published 1867)

The sea is calm tonight.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

DOVER BEACH – The Fugs (Released 1967)