MARCHING

The New Year has begun
Are we slowing down for just a moment
to assess what we are doing or
where we intend to go?

Are we in a continual march,
feeling important
because we like the drum beat?
Are our eyes open and do we have
an idea of what our objectives are.

Many believe they know the answer
and it is so sad
To see them sliding along on
the seat of their pants,
much like sheep, not knowing
what they are doing,
or why, or where they are headed
and for what reasons.

They are marching to someone
else’s drumming and
satisfied because it appears
that they are safe in doing so and
will not run into any inconveniences.

In this sense they are pathetic
as they blindly follow paths
dictated to them by those
who have an agenda
that will lead them to be
the instruments of their own
downfall and their detriment.

They continue to move confidently
because they hear words
from quasi-leaders
distorting facts and this gives them
the feeling of being on the right path.

The truth will eventually sing out
under bright lights and
there will be no chance
of being misunderstood.

Then the false shepherds
will run and hide and claim innocence.

The day will come when they are exposed
for what they are, exploiters,
taking for themselves under false pretense
that which belongs to so many others.

So my friends, slow down and assess.
Make the right choices.
Do not let prejudice lead you wrongly.
The past will be forgotten and it is
the new which will bring you peace.

Stanski
January 3, 2020 ^

MEANING

Now they’re gone
What does it matter?
They had their say
You heard their chatter

Their influence like vapor
Evaporation of the power
Coolly leaving behind
Just a few with sorrow

Who were the affected?
How deep the furrow?
Myth becomes truth
Legend imitates a tower

Soon the meaning is gone
If it ever was there
The memory is lost
Who would really care?

The block of life that counts
Is not the cornerstone
But the love in every brick
And how it has been shown

Affecting every soul it touched
In a quiet sort of way
Not worrying about tomorrow
Shining for today

Manifesting human change
Always to the better
Oh this precious gift of being
Has given back a hundred fold

Stanski
January 3, 2020 ^

I SIT AND WRITE AGAIN

There are many thingS that go through my mind
as i put words to paper for the purpose of
influencing, entertaining, possible explaining
or informing, using words that come into my heart
that are strong, soft, judgmental or kind.

There are many directions I may take and
there is no rehearsal or thought out approach.
The world is full of ideas and conditions.

Addressing them universally in a way that
is satisfactory to all is a dream,
a wish never to be fulfilled, but
I do not crumble and fall by the wayside.

Great masters have kept going even when
abused by the press and peers of the time.
Nothing changes; there are opinions and
various degrees of approval.

A man plays beautiful music on a stolen instrument
and later apologizes because the instrument
was given to him in good faith and he proceeded accordingly.

Uninformed or misinformed people become hostile and
close themselves to the truth, when they hear
something that crosses their line of belief.

I wonder if they can ever transcend the barriers
they have put up for themselves.

Cloudy thinking presented and then supported by
human stories that are touching and tug at the heart strings
do not make them true.

Lies are told and substantiated by other liars and
repeated and become the truth to many who for
some reason are not privy to critical thinking.

Respect in this world of art, which includes
poetry and musings, is an important element.

There are legitimate differences, but
anger and hostility do not solve many issues.

We would all be wise and look at our greater community and
seek solutions for improvement instead of wasting our resources on petty conflicts.

Don’t you think all of this is true?

Stanski
January 2, 2020 ^