-Perceptions of the Now-
|The thought of capturing the moments of the now without bloodshed, is a blessed moment, and should be cherished by all.|
I almost went into a rant, but the now doesn’t need to be tainted by the ranting of fools that think they will change the world with their ranting that is underlying with hatred at every turn.
Instead, peace and love… that is the now.
The now deserves a poem that I will write off of the cuff… fresh as fresh can be, so if you are not into poems, then don’t let the door slam you in the ass.
The rains have stopped and will soon start again before Winter
The harvest moon is approaching in the autumn colors
The fruits and vegetables suffered the blight, but produced the best they could
Even though the harvest was low, it covered more than a splinter
The harvest moon is approaching with the autumn breeze
the take was low, but I never promised that it would be easy, only that you would
You get what you need, and not fill up on what’s not appreciated
This is a sad poem, but it’s the best I could do
The world is suffering from blight too, and there is truth being distorted in the name of God
And making the fruits and vegetables deformed and full of hatred
It is sad, but there is nothing I can do for you
but write this sad poem, to capture the moment of now in my life, and pray to God
I feel like I should leave you with a song
but you already have the blues
whether it’s right or wrong
you need a new pair of shoes
not tainted with blood
tainted with mud instead
bask in the peace and the love
just before you’re dead
That’s the best I could do in the short time allowed me. I feel that I should leave you with a musical Now too.
I thought it was dark as the mind, not mine, though they can be interchangeable, we all mine our own souls daily.
It was written by Merle Travis – Dark as a Dungeon – 1947.
Here’s his version of it.
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Seek not your fortune in a dark dreary mine
It’ll form as a habit and seep in your soul
Till the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal
Where it’s dark as a dungeon damp as the dew danger is double pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
It’s a dark as a dungeon way down in the mine
(uh huh no laughin’ during this song please it’s bein’ recorded)
Like a fiend with his dope and a drunkard with his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine
And pray when I’m dead and my ages shall roll
That my body would blacken and turn into coal
Then I’ll look from the door of my heavenly home
And pity the miner digging my bones
Where it’s dark as a dungeon