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Flower and Bee

11/30/2018

They sat at the table
the table was bare
eyes locked in sorrow
hearts in despair

Some sat on the left
some sat on the right
fists tightly clenched
prepared for a fight

One sat in the middle
calm as could be
wanting the family
to awaken and see

Futile the efforts
in years gone by
table left stained
blood in the pie

One stated softly
"It is easily seen ..
gaze out the window
that is the dream ..

all is in balance
from water to air
there is no reason
we can't be there ..

sharing the bounty
laughing together
helping all others
through inclement weather"

As their eyes cleared
and their minds opened
with visions of hope
from words One had spoken

The Other knocked loudly
screamed "open this door ..
I promise the strongest
will always get more ..

get up from that table
you whimpering fools
screw all the others
I'll give you the tools"

Year after year
this scenario played
until hearts awakened
and souls were dismayed

Until love of others
eclipsed love of self
the meal did continue
balance on shelf

It inevitably happened
nature took firm control
more seats remained occupied
seeking true flow

The Other came pounding
to no avail
self realized empaths
were no longer frail

Highest of creatures
finally free
all started by viewing
the flower and bee

Facker
November 30, 2018

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War .. la Guerre

11/25/2018

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Each time small fools piss on you
throw music at them

Be the flower screaming peace
throw music at them

When they stomp your bloodied face
throw music at them

Never try to win their race
throw music at them

Heave it hard and slide it soft
throw music at them

Smooth and funky rifts aloft
throw music at them

Convey deep pain and sorrow
throw music at them

Notes flow beyond tomorrow
throw music at them

Angst and joy and tears appear
throw music at them

All will know what happened here
throw music at them

Play it Baby 'til you die
throw music at them

Music always wins the fight
throw music at them
throw music at them
throw music at them

C'est la guerre
This is War

Facker
November 25, 2018

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Our Mother

11/24/2018

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We are killing her slowly
raping her as she dies
murderers with smiles
stealing life and beauty
beneath once perfect skies

Some blind fools remain happy
arrogant stupid folk
as long as they can taste
fruits of disgusting waste
mills continue to smoke

Obvious decimation
height of hypocrisy
cars and boats and planes
powered by our planet
poisoning land and sea

I beg "do not feel helpless"
act from within your hearts
voice of common man
raised strong and proud and true
this is where healing starts

I cry for my involvement
my stupid shameful acts
please forgive this fool
a lifetime of closed eyes
'tis time to make new pacts

Out there is inspiration
perfect majestic truth
life as it was meant
flowers in the desert
rare gifts She shares with you

No other so important
vile greed must dissipate
focus must be clear
Mother screams for help now
no longer can we wait

What have we done
What have we done

Facker
November 24, 2018

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Frenzy

11/23/2018

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I watch them fly
dip and dive
hover zip and chatter

No pattern there
do as they dare
really doesn't matter

Impassioned ones
erratic surge
all acting as they wish

Their wings pulsate
hum hummingbirds
sweet notes with every swish

Cheap thrill I feel
because of them
unbridled love and envy

They validate
my crazy life
excitement borne of frenzy

oh yeah ...

Facker
November 23, 2018

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Fly Away .. Fly Away

11/18/2018

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I think I'll take a trip today
fly away .. fly away
to soothe these weary bones and soul
in a place of great repose

My bags are packed with mind and shoes
walk and play .. walk and play
fresh paths afar will give new life
as surely as I stand there

Soft clouds and stars and blazing Sun
Gods' array .. Gods' array
perfection of this travel plan
goes sliding by my window

That dream was then, but this is now
I can say .. I can say
no more was there than anywhere
happiness dwells within us

I close my eyes to make it true
smiles now stay .. smiles now stay
rich clouds appear on skies of blue
no matter where my bones be

I think I'll take a trip today
fly away .. fly away
with peace, tranquility, and love
in spirit of great repose

Facker
November 18, 2018

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Raw

11/9/2018

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The paths of Tucson are incredible. Approximately one hundred thirty miles of paved paths exclusively for the enjoyment of walkers, runners, and bicyclists. They follow the natural terrain of Tucson's "rivers" .. beautiful green belts that remain dry most of the year, but carry life giving waters of monsoon season through the city and outward to surrounding locales of the Sonora Desert. At times these paths can be just yards from busy roadways, but one would never know it because nature envelopes us as we hike, bike, or run on cloudless Arizona days. In the four short months we've lived in Tucson, we have walked, run, and bicycled on our favorite path in the northwestern part of the city. We have seen coyotes, rabbits, lizards, javelina, and more bird varieties than I will attempt to categorize ... though I will comment on the hawk we watched swooping down to capture what appeared to be a dove during a recent walk ... quite the show!

Yes, it is a magical place and I'm pleased with my decision to make the desert our new home. As I live my life, new experiences provide mini-crescendo moments if and when I display the courage to trust and follow my inner voice. Tucson represents one of those important life moments for me. The nature of this place reveals itself slowly as I learn to exercise "observational listening" tools .. slowing down, relinquishing control, and appreciating what surrounds me instead of attempting to create my own realities. The joy of communing with the nature of our planet is becoming my sole point of focus. Well, that and good Jazz .. can't forget the power of music!

Walking the path two days ago provided one of those stupendous events we all long for. As we came around a turn in the trail we saw what appeared to be a large branch in the middle of the pathway about thirty yards in front of us. The branch was about four to five feet long and straight as an arrow. I was prepared to toss that obstruction from the pathway so a bike rider wouldn't hit it, but that thought immediately left me when I saw it move.

I have seen rattlesnakes before, but never such a magnificent creature as this one. He was brutish and alpha in every sense of the word. As I approached, he slowly and deliberately pulled himself into the tight knot of a defensive striking position, leaving no doubt he was fully in charge of this moment in time. I circled him slowly as I photographed what I believe to be one of the most fascinating animals on our planet. His tracking of my every movement was so perfect, so deliberate, so mesmerizing that it put me in awe of this being which dwells in the harshest of conditions .. and thrives.

When I sat down to write about The Snake tonight, I searched my own limited mental capacity for a fitting title to this piece. As I recalled his naked power in this place of natural extremes, the most fitting word of all was raw .. raw power .. I feel so fortunate to have experienced this moment in time .. mini-crescendo indeed.

Wishing each of you a mini-crescendo nature moment .. wherever you may be
( with Jazz accompaniment, of course! )

Much Love from Tucson
Bill

Facker
November 9, 2018

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