Thursday, October 31, 2013

The Lion Roared

My dearest sisters                                     
My dearest brothers
Scales on the eyes
Darkly disguised
How I must implore
This can be no more
Wicked nation state

Innocence splinters
Sublime aggressor
Waves of attrition
Slaves, television
Creates new vices
In mobile devices
The fast-food clones
Mindless drones

Lo, the direst weather
The withering tether
The unwinding cord
Empirical discord
A Lion Roared.
The bleeding sky
The melting eyes
Unending violence
Spiritual defiance

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

A Soul So Much Older

Earth, my Lover, let me lie on your breast
Let me know your deepest depths
Whisper your melodies to my soul
Your glories may my spirit behold

Oh, we of the soil
In the image of God
Bow to kiss the glorious lips
Of a soul so much older
And a heart so much purer
Thou hast given us all that we are

Earth, our sister, pray for us now
Help us remember who we are

Friday, October 18, 2013

Quote of the Week

The force that drives the water through rocks
Drives my red blood.

— Dylan Thomas

Sunday, October 13, 2013

The Red Hawk

It was an unsuspecting Sunday, much like any other I don't know If I needed fresh air or a refreshing view I walked out of guarded white doors into a temple far more vast In my line of site a shallow tree line, wind swayed the branches There landed a Hawk, his majesty showed in the many season Silently we gazed, the crawling moments were composed of years Me, my manufactured clothes and artful artificial eyes I'm but an ignorant immigrant so far from my ancestoral hall Where he was clothed in the magnificence of his nature This remnant of an age that passed two-hundred years ago Panther, wolf and bear all gone, as are the men of this forest The endless sky, High Powers, kept him from the evil ones sight Their deconstruction rules the day, physical and spiritual Overgrown by techno-spaghetti, plugged in from birth till death The electric pulses keeping us alive yet stealing our souls A ruffle of wings, the dream-spell broken, bright blue sky his glory Seeking his place among the heavens where he is ever free Leaving me a lifetime of questions, these mysteries unsolved Progress or destruction? for once the middle ground I could not hold Once high ground, continants drift, the central terrain a killing feild A fateful shore, a gray landscape, colors in flight flee our world,
hopefully this is not ......
                        ...... the end

by Steven R. Cebula

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Quote of the Week

"We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars." 
- Oscar Wilde

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Quote of the Week

"The only people on earth who don't see Jesus's teachings as non violent are Christians." 

- Gandhi