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Star Notes 2014 by pd lyons


STAR NOTES

 

The house turned into a squat brown man

Got up walked away.

 

What was there – where the house once was

What remains – that is very interesting.

 

When illusions getup & leave

Walk, fly, melt away

 

What is left, what’s behind, what’s there

That’s the thing

 

Life/death/the original psychedelic

Acid trip.

 

Knowing how to deal with acid

One learns how to deal with life death.

 

“There is no passing away

No coming into existence” – Diamond Sutra

 

What is sacred

Cannot be written

Cannot be spoken

Beyond all degrees of separation

Is the sacred.

The language of accountants

Have no say.

The Druids were Taoist

In their way.

 

The body that is not me

The ego that is not me

I thank y ou for you are no curse

But rather opportunity.

 

This is the body

This is the ego

Gives me the chance

If I did not need them

They would not be.

 

In this world

Its not what’s real

That can hurt you.

 

 

 

 

Fallen Lilies, by PD Lyons Poetry


 

Fallen Lilies

 

We will surround you with silence

Like the voices of our children never to be heard again

We will surround you with fallen lilies

Like each of one our children cut mid bloom

 

We won’t ever know what to do

With a hypocrite’s thoughts and prayers

 

We won’t ever find anything

In a hypocrite’s concern for  grief

 

But we’ll not match the hardness of such hearts

By hardening our own

 

We will not meet such hearts with violence

We know too well that path of sorrow

 

So, we will meet you in silence

Like the voices of our children never to be heard again

We will meet you in fallen lilies

Like each one of our children cut mid bloom

 

Unlike you

We will do what must be done

Unlike you

We will remember and continue to find days to be thankful for

 

Mothers rocking babies rocking mothers

Fathers rocking babies rocking fathers

Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre – Dame

and so it goes… by pd lyons


 when i was a kid

lots of folks wanted peace & love

there was songs speeches weed & making love

on universities and in the streets

there was protesting war

The national guard was sent in

to shoot some of the kids to death

So much for love & peace.

 

these days they made it so everyone

not just the national guard

can get military weapons

just in case anybody else wants to start

talking too much about peace & love again.

 

hey kids

peace & love

are silly things

get yourself one of these instead

free 50 round magazine

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kent_State_shootings 

The Kent State shootings, also known as the May 4 massacre and the Kent State massacre,[3][4][5] were the killings of four and wounding of nine other unarmed Kent State University students by the Ohio National Guard on May 4, 1970 in Kent, Ohio, 40 mi (64 km) south of Cleveland

To those who think murder is too strong a word, one may recall that even [Vice President Spiro] Agnew three days after the Kent State shootings used the word in an interview on the David Frost show in Los Angeles. Agnew admitted in response to a question that what happened at Kent State was murder, “but not first degree” since there was – as Agnew explained from his own training as a lawyer – “no premeditation but simply an over-response in the heat of anger that results in a killing; it’s a murder. It’s not premeditated and it certainly can’t be condoned.”

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Mother Nature by pd Lyons


I am blue skies

trailed with perfect black birds

over an autumnal tree line

I am an ocean so blue

it makes everything else seem white,

A forest of shadows so deep any midnight would be envious

I have been the heat from which the iron of this planet ran .

I have been an ice so deep that for a thousand years the sun stood in retreat.

And you with self shackled minds,

dreams tinier than any, ever- living thing ?

what you do you think pursuers of poisons?

are there any poisons that are not mine?

what do you think deniers of your own senses?

where do you think the chemicals for those thoughts come from?

I have seen stars begin and watched them dwindle.

I have seen every living thing that has ever done so,

and will see every one that ever will be, born and die.

Do  you think I who hold on to nothing care about what you do?

the cause & continuation of suffering


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True democracy ~ opinion by pd lyons


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See I was taught that democracy takes courage. The courage to allow the rights of the other. Not only their right to exist but their rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That it takes democratic courage to allow the other a voice, a choice, a privacy, an equality.

The belief that majority rules is erroneous with regards  to true democracy. Otherwise everything depends on the personal belief of the many. This is only might makes right, this is not democracy. Democracy is the courage of all to allow the human and civil rights of all.

The question we should be asking people is – do you really want to live in a country where the your rights and the rights of others may justifiably be revoked every time the majority demographic shifts?

Today when I look at my country that’s what I  see. Rather than the nurturing of courage, it seems to perpetuate the right to bully, the right to instill fear, the right to make money at all costs, the right of might – with no regard for the amount of misery, tragedy, or  instability it causes  its own citizens or the rest of world.

It has always taken extreme courage to be democratic. It still does.

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truth is NOT theory ~


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no.

but it is something to be found by each person.

it is also not something you need some one to lead you to

or tell you how to find it.

come on embrace the real blessing of being an individual.

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one of the things i love best about still being alive


lilly-gator ATP (all terrain pup)

one of the things i love best about still being alive is:

suiting up in that old 3/4 dark almost black green wax coat, slipping on the knee-high wellies (reinforced so nothing can pierce the sole) zipping up every zip, snap, hood, buckle etc and going out in the near dark of winter walking with the little jack russel for company – even when the rain is hard and wind is strong or maybe i should say especially when, like tonight the moon late rising one star amidst the breaking clouds, mud n bog n field n down along the grassy banks the lake waves like an ocean, occasional squawks of errant crows not yet settled for another winter night. nothing stops the little dog, she is an atv of heart and blood, through the hedge rows, along the rocky shore catching waves, like some mad moon in orbit she always returns to me and we walk until we find our way back hardly able to see, she knowing there’s some treat, a bit of old bacon or such, me knowing that there’s something sweet from the oven and that michelle and morgan have the fire tended and after a bit of washing up and maybe a cup of black coffee, i get the evening meal started and i suppose that’s more than one thing, its truly somethings i love best about still being alive.

and that coat you know, did you ever have one? you can go out in any weather and not mind, as if you sealed up every bit of whatever was and is good in your life and it settles all around you keeping anything cold or harsh or wet away – but you know not really away, because somehow you still feel every bit of weather and you really wouldn’t not want to feel each and every inch of it, but rather that magic of the coat is somehow it transforms even the most daunting winter night into something you can’t wait to experience?

true for Christmas is metaphor – best wishes from Ireland


here’s the thing –
the people prayed to God;
deliver us from evil,
from oppression,
poverty,
war,
pestilence,
all this misery.
And hearing their prayers
god sent an answer.
But it wasn’t a king,
an army,
a weapon,
a political party,
not even a religion –
but rather God with all the power and glory
answered all their prayers
with a child.
remember to remember

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Norton Lecture 1: The River | Laurie Anderson: Spending the War Without You


 

PRICELESS As always. if you want to give yourself a gift especially if you are an artist suffering with that diagnosis here’s part one ~

 

Laurie Anderson presents, Spending the War Without You: Virtual Backgrounds. The River is the first in a series of six lectures, looking at the challenges we face as artists and citizens as we reinvent our culture with ambiguity and beauty. The talk will consider spending time in the slowdown – time in music and stories. About the Speakers Presented by Laurie Anderson, one of America’s most renowned – and daring – creative pioneers. Known primarily for her multimedia presentations, she has cast herself in roles as varied as visual artist, composer, poet, photographer, filmmaker, electronics whiz, vocalist, and instrumentalist. Moderated by Claire Chase, Professor of the Practice at the Harvard University Department of Music. About the Norton Lectures The Charles Eliot Norton Professorship in Poetry was endowed in 1925. Harvard’s preeminent lecture series in the arts and humanities, the Norton Lectures recognize individuals of extraordinary talent who, in addition to their particular expertise, have the gift of wide dissemination and wise expression. The term “poetry” is interpreted in the broadest sense to encompass all poetic expression in language, music, or the fine arts.

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