Monday, June 29, 2020

we are only the tinest of fragments of the universe hardly a mote in the eye

Falling into Stars

We are all here in this dreaming moment,

Looking into a boundless night;

That may compel a vertigo

To return into the womb of cosmic creation.

Evolving from the infinite stars

Fragments of motion

Collide with matter to

Spin fragments into motion,

Fused further by random ubiquitous forces;

Continually transforming millennia

Into tentacles of related beings that emerge

Into the ever-evolving universe.

Copyright T. Truesdale 2018

Monday, June 8, 2020

For the Mothers...

"I've been in the storm so long,
I've been in the storm so long, children,
I've been in the storm so long,
Oh give me little time to pray."

My son, my flesh
Despised and degraded, sold away
Deprived the love of family.
Whose blood created the wealth of the nation;
Lynched and Defiled.
We hear the cry echoed this time in the streets



Wednesday, June 3, 2020

The first shall be last and the last shall be first

Historical grief slips secretly generation into generation…
Unseen yet visible emotionality
In sterile familiar poverty;
Pain, sacrifice still poisons unresolved time.
Victims caught in moments of past and present tragedy
That left a legacy of tears, haunting children presently.
Adults respond to medicate away impersonal pain 
Leading to destruction, cycle; again.
From senses understanding incomplete.
And, the land murmurs in despair, as well as in
The very air 
Filters atmosphere, in pathos steeped ...

Spirits all around
Some Native to this land, others brought to serve and slave
Still overlapping the sequence
Beyond dying, outside the living
Imprints of sorrow nestled in the soil
Discerned by the unconscious living mind perceiving
The footprints of historic grief....