When I first started posting on my blog, I would occasionally publish some of my father’s own poetry. The sad truth is, poetry has been stigmatized as something only skinny hipsters do in dingy coffee shops whining about their lives. For most, poetry should only be written in greeting cards or in the back of teenage girls notebooks. Which is the polar opposite of the true purpose of poetry!

Way before the time of technology; poetry was one of the few forms of entertainment during those long candle lite nights. Poetry has been with man for thousands of years; used to verbally illustrate wars, adventures, triumphs, devotions, and mythological quests in epic proportions! So my god damn point is, lets destroy that lousy stigma attached to poetry and revisit the lost art!

Okay enough with my rant, before I sound like a bitchy nihilistic hipster myself. Below is one of my favorite poems by my father titled “Gaea” It was written during the 1980′s when he was a much younger man. I find it to be an interesting story of ones feelings of anger and malice towards its partner. In this case the partners are Gaea “mother earth” and modern man. I hope you enjoy the read as much as I do.

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Men that are dead to life stalk my realm!
Men that are dead in life strip my flesh to ashen bone.
And I am weary of them
And I long to be free of them
So I contract into margin
From which I will no longer
Suffer them or with them.

I shall contract from the center
Leaving man alone with powered memories
That are no longer fringed with my
Blessed green smile of service
That comes with my presence in life.

All they have will be fixed in a silicone
Embrace of pulsing powered life.
Life made and etherealized by false
Powers of creation made separate from me.

Man will then say with the bitter
Taste of the tragic:

“Information is only of service if life itself supports it!”

But who of that time will know
Of where I have gone?
Who will be able to follow
The WAY if the WAY is gone?

Let man answer!
Let man question!
And soon, please, soon!
For I am going from here,
I am leaving your now

And in the coiling, the furious coiling
Of darkness into deeper darkness
Of unseen spaces of time and circumstance
I am going there,
There I am going

With me I am taking the life of things you know.
With me I am taking the mighty elephants,
With me I am taking the soaring eagle,
With me I am taking the little frogs,
With me I am taking the mighty chestnut.

I am taking them all with me
Where I will be there knowing
Myself as them in the play of life,
In the sacredness of place in life

There I will as flowing
Waters serving them and loving
Their play in the place of life.

While you will be alone in the dark
Of me not serving you in life.
Man then will be appendage of
Energy that is limbless and groundless;
Man will then and there be
A diminished thing in an empty
Triumph of death over time
That will have fixed his gaze
And frenzied his heart into
Madness and Terror at the time
When time and life were
To be his hammer and awl
In his mind’s expansion
In self awareness

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So lets stop modern man from fracking with mother earth!
Stand up against Hydro-fracking and natural gas in the pa mountains!
I couldn’t hold back my own little political spin on it!