Welcom To

Welcom To
By AquarianM

Monday, October 16, 2017

The Daydream Deficit..

Post by AquarianM on Aug 31, 2010 at 1:29am

The Daydream Deficit..

We were told,
Children,
To focus on the here-and-now,
Sit up! Pay attention!

It was punished and ridiculed into us,
Practicality enforced with a social baseball bat,
We got it so well,
Dreamless to our bones.

Is it any wonder then,
We drug the daydreams out of our children,
Run a chronic national sleep deficit,
Rule our exhausted world with an iron fist?

Was the human need to dream and imagine so dangerous,
That we abhor it to the point of our own collapse?

It's known by psychologists,
Humans laugh at things that cause them social tension.

Is this why it's so hysterical,
When I dream of a world built on love?

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/29/2010
Last Edit: Aug 31, 2010 at 2:24am by AquarianM
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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Sunday, October 15, 2017

Angels And Sharks...

Post by AquarianM on Sep 28, 2010 at 1:30am

Angels And Sharks...

There's probably six billion books,
Yet I don't own even a million years.

If I could stuff my head with it all,
I could be the angel of Knowledge,
Drift in dreams on paper wings,
Whispering secrets not quite heard,
Repelling the sharks of Ignorance,
Those eaters of mind maps,
Sellers of fake visions and blood,
Stop their frenzy-feed on Earthlife,
With the sound of love,
Pouring,
Washing,
Healing,
Sweeping.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/26/2010

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Shadow Throne...


Post by AquarianM on Oct 1, 2010 at 5:15am

Shadow Throne...



I sit in the silence of the Spruce cathedral,
Hearing and seeing,
Patches of sunlight drift down through the canopy above,
A needle carpet at my feet,
This place where time is shattered,
And I search the quiet for the scent of soul,
Something missing in that other world outside.

Every rustle and every breeze carries a scent,
Sweet pollen or musty old leaves,
Seasons turn me back to the beginning of time,
Leaving me to think that only this stone is real,
This hard thing that bears my weight in a place of surreal beauty,
Where my feet rest and my heart dances.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/01/2010

Photo in the Spruce grove, Morton Arboretum,
Lisle, IL 09/28/2010.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Friday, October 13, 2017

Path Of Jubilation...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 2, 2010 at 5:48am

Path Of Jubilation...



It was a year-and-a-half ago I was broken,
Wounded bird unable to fly,
Passing the seasons in injury's chains,
Wondering what the sight of recovery would mean.

The Tinker Man fixed me with bolts and braces,
As if I were a thing of tin and oil,
Yet it worked in its fashion,
In its sweet time.

I wondered then if I would walk again,
Then I wondered if I would dance,
Would I ever know the grace of the Katas,
Let alone run forward in life?

I walked and walked and walked,
Doing everything the healers bade me,
Bent and pulled and pushed,
Eventually gently danced - muted with caution.

Today the Tinker Man declared me free,
To kick and jump and run,
Race to the Moon if I dare it,
Stand in for Bruce Lee if I feel silly.

Kato I'm not,
But I'll be back in class soon,
And I'll keep walking,
Even run a little.

I am healed, and I feel fine.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/02/2010

Back story:

Many of you know I suffered a severely broken ankle in February of 2009. It was put back together surgically, the bolts and braces are still in it. I slowly went through healing, physical therapy, walked further and further a little at a time. I even got to dancing again a little. Still, there's always a little twinge now and then, a slight reminder that it happened. I've used care and caution and stayed out of karate, never ran one single stride since, not jumped an inch. I went to the surgeon's office yesterday afternoon to see if they were going to have to take the hardware out. The surgeon was amazed at how well I've healed, and the strength and flexibility I've gotten back. I'm within a degree or two of my original range of motion in two directions, and the other two directions are as good as before the fall. Not only did he tell me that I don't have to get any hardware removed, but I'm fully cleared for any physical activity I wish to pursue within normal human limits. I plan on being back in karate by January at the latest, and to try running a bit very soon. Needless to say, this is a huge relief, and I celebrate it.

Dan

Thursday, October 12, 2017

A Whisper Of Will...

Post by AquarianM on Nov 6, 2010 at 5:05pm

A Whisper Of Will...

When the shadows fall let them fall from the Earth,
In a gentle parade of love-light,
A trillion ghosts dancing in jubilation,
As sea-foam comes clean,
Night skies bare their shining jewels,
Forests sigh a clean breath,
Peace fills the land,
Empty hands reach out,
Become filled with an embrace,
Tears are wiped away,
We lift each other from burden,
Beasts become brothers and sisters,
Sailing the stars in a loving dance,
A future where Grace is blooming lush and resplendent,
Life is joy,
Unbound and fearless.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/06/2010

Poetry can be prayer...

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

All Aglow...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 10, 2009 at 1:15am

All Aglow...

The lights are all on now,
All over town,
Soft and low,
It's so quiet at night,
Chicago streets full of nothing but snow,
Windows everywhere filled with the symbols of the season,
Awaiting the hustle-bustle morning,
A sign of childhood never-abandoned,
Work and toil might hold us,
Underneath it all,
We're all aglow.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 12/10/2009 poetry and photography




101 N. Wacker Drive, Washington Avenue side.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Geeks' Fire...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 11, 2009 at 1:22am

Geeks' Fire...

By the soft glow of a dehumidifying HVAC unit,
I warm myself in the hot breeze of router cooling fans,
As slowly the night-shift clock does creep.

All through the Site not an alarm stirring,
Neither transducer's screams,
Nor LED gleams,
No printer going nuts.

All night I pray to keep it that way,
Holding fast to my inner Zen,
O if the tidings are right,
Of a silent night,
I'll make it home on time to bed.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 12/10/2009 - poetry & photography