In Our Nature.
The ocean stormed so in the night
Crashing waves upon its breast
So I was surprised not by the fog
I lost myself in behest
Of a morning cold and damp
But I was indeed relieved when the clear sky brought wind and of fair seas.
For I will in voyage deserve calms seas not a storm
For the sake of the storm
Chaos for the sake of chaos
Damns the well built ship tossed
Yet within the dark a lighthouse
A guiding light drawing the lost home
Lead drawn with a protractor, and a north only compass rose.
Or staring into the exhausted stare
Some promise of safe haven
The sharp rocks at its feet the mind of you must do saving.
The jagged dulled and carved
The wheat of a soul not starved.
Anymore
Yes I feared the storm for disgust of the morning foggy confusion
but on the other end lay the calm 7 winds that say
Follow the light and leave the darkness as your shadow.
Taken with you yet keep to day
And just a shadow it will stay.
And knew I then when the volcano raged
And The forest was burned to the ground.
So I was not surprised
At the lack of sound
Of black and scorched earth the next day
Ash and smoke gray
Blinding all vision
But blinded and walking with precision
I still knew enough to be anticipating the green beneath fire fed earth where it would bleed.
A sea of melted stone
Tearing down the very tower you built to show your power
Nature to show you the very hour
You were never again to cower
At a mistake
Split in a quake
Shakes which moves the nations to different masters
And the ocean wider grew
But every trying disaster
Would soon be put to those growing pastures
So then
The wind blew for days looking for the skies to blue.
Be the waves that drown you
The breath that dries you
The piercing light in the spinning lamp
Brighter than the hermits
but dimmer than the godly glance
Just light enough to guide you home
Warm enough and not alone
The avalanche
A pillar of snow through downed tree sewn
Yet the seams Gleaming glittering on pure white
Hiding the needle in the haystack
The souls who ran were still taken back
the dead lay trapped
frozen beneath.
Yet the sun would melt the powder back into a path
where the living would again walk and laugh.
In a thawing world
Cracking ice around the heart.
Shifting and warming
Go back to the start.
It whispered
And yourself.
I know the night and the dark
mine, it was there because I loved the day.
One cannot be without the other
if balance was found I’d find a way
But question Me not
There is no play
No pantomime
A glacier goes one way sliding and leaving behind the traces
Of one who already knows the way.
The sun asks not of the moon
how it gets its light from the sun
The moon is only a mirror
Reflecting just and rocks using the brilliance of solar light
Yet under the moon we feel such power
It is stolen
But reflects that our very human dynamic.
What could it all mean
All that is this?
Why it is because the earth and souls still exist.
For it was still her he last kissed
Love like sand held tight in fist
What means it all of this?
Why it is because little love there still persists?
Not because any want or desire although it has its own list.
It’s because heaven and hell might still exist
Because the earth and sky there still insist
The scent that instinct upon still insists
Not the way love longs for another long gone
But for the how the soul from the dead is so naturally missed.
Will they together ever again be
It is not intended for dignity concedes
After so long that blood from a wound hath bled
A wound that scars might one day again love the same blade that came against
But the blade that with one would bled not to scar but wound then a death?
Just how the dying hath one name upon chilling breath
The dead can never again be warm against the living
No, competition is just for competing wealth and sometimes usefulness
Not for that love and youthful glow and truthfulness
You only have yourself to compete against
As I have mine.
And it’s the hardest of all
For it cannot be accepted again what was
No, not ever again
That means not that the words were not real
They simply insist upon the very heights they felt once from to live.
That the lie wasn’t a lie.
Delusion is so wished
One could crawl from this.
But no it never was
It just was not yet understood.
And still blind to its purely good
Steps ahead.
but one would rather see that love silently dead
than shot in the head and so loudly grieved
Or Before seen in the whorehouse amongst the witches and thieves.
Any fool who from such connection, telepathy and power have fled
Is a fool I have before bled
But could suffer ever again?
never in dread
And this was something neither before had seen
Love not love hate not hate
Nothing much something great?
It didn’t matter chemical bliss
Phoney kiss
A catalyst is a catalyst
Purring pet or growl to hiss
Secret hatred not caught on to
Enemy eyes that one thought missed
Well of course for in our nature souls hate themselves
And shy away from a sudden list
Of all we despise about ourselves
So greatly loved and if a mirror would just get the gyst.
Reread what was said
Without vanity, ego, arrogance but Isnt vanity infused with imprint yes?
The prints the touch into the mirror with lightning and sand?
Vanity and reflection goes hand in hand.
Yes so I’ve said
Oh so pride our longest demons dance.
The right steps given every chance
Oh pride and arrogance
Our wounds longest bled .
Of poisons too to take leave too thick for this life
So it seems
When a souls absolutes bred
That to believe is simply pathetic delusions
Oh my dear you wrongly put confusion
On the sanest part in the head
Laughed at the depth of what shook its head at a fools shallow stance
But for a fool?
And Such a fool could not be led
Which of us could not be said
For all fools walk smiling where demons love to tread.
But the reflection of one fool could not be led
Too far from his own certain uncertain head
Circling without an exit or path apart.
And so starved such heart
Back to what they know best.
Another this earth roams like them.
Back to one of them.
Not seeing the mirror I speak true
In the spirit one never knew
he didn’t know he himself left dead.
Claiming not to have one and so I bow out instead
Gracefully, willfully knowing by the time they are suffered old in bed
Regret will haunt for timeless moments
long before the shadows of a lettered death are read
The books of souls
Of course was never said
Never named so never tamed therefore not maimed
Such actions were to show the awful or draw humility
But only ended up humbled
To attempt to humble only humiliated the minions.
And showed evil in bed with impulsivity
oh the gravity of such
But we both know of gravity
Don’t we?
I said don’t we with only one hand in the pure
But just a toe dipped in depravity.
It’s in our nature to make it difficult. To pretend it didn’t exist.
To cry when it persists.
It’s in our nature to let it go and turn the music off and drown it out under liquid thicker than water but thinner than blood
It’s in our nature to lie and be lied about. But also in us to not put up with such
In our nature to love for the rest of our lives ourselves and so eachother
It’s in our nature.
How’s that for a surprise and I know what you are what you have done and what your about
You know what I’ll say what I’ll not and what I’ll doubt
Or do we just assume
You only thought you knew what was threaded into the loom
To make a tapestry
Of a place that did not exist
No I only that risked
There is no fool to fool here
So there is no fool trying to turn about
Just both seeing ourselves for what they are
It doesn’t matter how fake it started out.
The cycle of seasons
The reasons
To love and hate
To get happy then irate
That it’s ever moving slate
Scraping around never too late
Timing tell all about how the bad get good
The good go bad
And how they switch and cycle and never find out.
If you haven’t figured it out
If your still blind
Well it’s in your nature
Not in mine
I’ll see in another place, another world another time
Not in mine and certainly not here and thine
Our eyes will not meet again.
For you are still willingly blind
So we will not meet again
Not because I do not stand in front of you
But because you close your eyes willingly blind
Yes It’s in your nature
No that’s not in mine.
—C.R.Stanger
2024
Of natural world as metaphors and the nature of people.
Came back to change those pesky their there’s and your you’re which are always typos back to the wrong ones
And I kept writing
I can’t help writing latley.
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