Night Walk


The birds trill as they soar from verdant green to green,

Harmony mixes with the subtle cacophony of cicadas

Filling the air with mystery and curiosity.

My home isn’t far away.


The stars dot the darkening sky,

The sun’s nocturnal partner rises.

He signals the evening met with howls and growls,

And the downy owl hoots an ominous whoo,

As if to cue the Moon’s imminent dominion.


Rain begins to patter among the trees,

But Sleep encumbers me as time begins to fade,

The bushes scrape me as I try find my way,

A trodden path illuminated by his light spots me.


It serpentines but I’m never lost

Despite Nature’s insistent attempts to lure me away

Night time is prime for everything but man

For darkness engulfs nature’s amiable green


A window, fire, disarray at bay

The forest is vast and dark but cradles my home with its verdant hands

While sleep hushes me away

Until there is a new day.

They Fear the Clear Skies


Her body lied down near the smoldering ruins

As onlookers looked with dismay

Shrieks of horror, and despair enveloped the crowd.


A Father loomed as he caressed her desecrated body.

Uncontrollable sobs sprinkled down like rain from clouds

A symptom of his inner maelstrom of emotions

Flooded his entire existence.


He scorned the pristine sky that abetted the mechanical birds of prey

The roaring thunder, the inner maelstrom

Ignited the once lush source of compassion and kindness

Devoured and consumed the kernel of his being.

A Brief Sojourn Near the Lake

It’s a pleasant exile, though ephemeral.

With only a step into the warm blankets of sand and a whiff of fresh air,

One can easily affirm the elegance of the Lake.

Accompanied by the benign chirping of fowl

With an endless sublime view of blue.

Bring on the sunniest days of unremitting rays

For the breeze of the Lake is sheer.

But when Day is chased away by her grim brother the Night,

Gather the timbers and give a good light.

Bask in the fiery embers and gaze at the sun’s last farewell

As the imminence of Night comes near.

But the Lake is steadfast, and scintillating

even under Night and his luminous moon.

A sight you could enjoy for years and years.

Alas, it’s only for awhile.









Ruminations from Midnight I

Isn’t it a lapse of mankind or simply by reason,

To embrace empty indulgence?

The toil of the many and the impoverished

bleed to fashion artifacts, that serve superfluously at best.

Addicts stuck in their own artificial places

Catching coins, where no human face is.

Worry, abated by the languid fingertip,

Supplemented by the bitter bottle,

While fickle men in high places don’t pay heed.

Like they would need,

They stoop over like Olympians,

Sipping wine like pampered pigs on caviar,

Watching the mortals aid Sisyphus on his never ending quest,

A place where you can’t get no rest.

But it helps having their colluding cronies near,

For what could prevail the ones that have nothing to fear.





Retro Book Review: The Island by Aldous Huxley

Many people revere Aldous Huxley for his famous and most influential classic, Brave New World, a world in which people are born from machine and assimilated into a society that only focuses on the common good rather than individuality and personal sentiments. Thirty years later, Huxley released a novel about an island nation, Pala, that exemplifies what you would imagine a perfect world would be. A society that is just happy, and avoids any doctrine or ideology, such as capitalism or socialism without hardly any adversities of modern society such as poverty, wars, corrupt governments, and crime.

How is it possible for an island to be so immaculate, with only a few essentials to life, such as education, family, sustainable food, and a few modest commodities. First of, Pala is a combination of Western and Eastern ideals. It wasn’t great until a former Calvinist but now secular doctor ,Dr. Macphail, who arrived and combined eastern philosophy with the science of the west to create a sublime and prosperous society. The ideas mainly deal with human nature and how to curb the malicious or disorderly conduct of individuals by prevention of dysfunctional behavior or mindsets by having an open community and open minds as well. One of the ways this works is the openness of the community to mutual adoption. This allows a child to have several different parents to support any child in need from parental conflict, abuse, etc, that may happen at home and thus shelter them until the relations have been restored. It sounds crazy to let a stranger or an acquaintance keep your child for a day or two while you sort your mess out, even to myself, but that’s the entire principle behind Pala is to look out for each other. Not only are mental illness is prevented but also disease is curbed from the acceptance of specific scientific endeavors, such as artificial in insemination. Dictators aren’t likely to overthrow the small island (at least from the inside) because with the rejection of western political philosophy, having assiduous child development, and due to simply being content and aware at every moment.

It can be somewhat preachy after a few chapters in from the sheer amount of explanation touted by almost every character of what goes on within Pala but the author does make it interesting with antagonizing characters that censure the islands way of life. The character you follow, if you ever find this book and actually sit down and read, is from London who is someone who we can identify with as someone who is from a western society or just simply unfamiliar with spiritual and Buddhist endeavors. You find out he has a larger and potential sinister part of the fate in Pala. Overall I found this book to be a must read for people that are interested in books that examine society and the individuals within them.