River Speaks is inspired by the relationship Siddhartha forms with the river in the book Siddhartha. After learning the art of ferrying people across the river, Siddhartha learns to listen to the knowledge the river contains. He spends many days sitting in silence by the river in mediation receiving enlightenment from the source that never stops moving.
River Speaks
The brook babbles and the river rushes
Waterfalls have power as the raging water crushes
Yet it speaks to those who listen clear
A mystical power that provokes extreme fear
But one my learn a great secret
Sit quietly, and listen. The river may allow you to
keep it
The seeker must long for a place of insight
A river speaks its mind, and brings forth light
Something so trivial contains such power
Yet has the dominion to make one cower
Give yourself to the raging river
For it sees all and is an eternal giver
Dystopia was written
with the book Brave New World in mind. We all would love a world where pain and
sorrow didn’t exist, but would we be willing to go as far as the people in
these two novels went? Every single action comes with consequences.
Dystopia
Imagine a world free of pain.
Everyone has a place; pure happiness.
Conceived in the lab, and grown in a tube.
A factory for people; assembly line
Ridged training for their place in society
Everyone belongs to everyone
No pain, no love, no burdens
Soma the nectar of the gods
Numbs the emotions, the real you.
Day by day the same life
Free thinking is unacceptable
We do what the magic voice states
Human conditioning your Fordship
Reservations for the savages, and
Islands, for those who think too much
The Taboo of Anathema
is written after some deep thought on John, the savage, in Brave New World.
When you hear about john’s life you can’t help but feel torn. John belongs in a
world where he simply just doesn’t belong. He doesn’t belong on the reservation
because he is white and he doesn’t belong in the new world because he’s savage.
This is john’s story.
The Taboo of Anathema
Restraint, my life has been spent
chained
People come in but I never go out.
I am different, mother is different
Forgotten in this desolate place
Hindrance, I don’t belong. Why?
Mother isn’t understood
They call me savage. I am John.
The fence disappears I’m free
Snag, reservation is never gone.
Allegory there is none
They call me savage, but is it true?
Their life contains paradox
Obstacle, there is no hope.
Living research they scrutinize
No were to hide. I’m enslaved
An anomaly bringing celebration
Bound, I am John.
The noose my true companion
Swaying, swinging, suspended
He is gone, the savage.
Fable of the Grotto is
written with inspiration from the allegory of the cave by Plato. Plato speaks
to his students about how people are ignorant to the real world. Using his
allegory of the cave he allows us to see that most people only believe what’s in
their tiny cave. In order to learn all
the world has to offer we must open our minds and be freed from the cave.
Fable of the Grotto
He had never seen the sunlight
Chained in the shadows giving little insight
Naïve, lost and ridged and cold
Unchained and forced to do what he was told
The shadows of the past had a label
Life consisted of much babel
So he made the steps to evolve
He would go back and help many solve
The truth of the dark, scary cave
And so many he would save
But they were frivolous and slow
Fear crept in and they refused to go
His crusade was all in vain
One may not obtain what they don’t wish to gain
We must open our eyes and not be blind
Lift the burrier and open your mind
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