Taking root, a song again long-stirs,
Freeing up souls of songsters;
Patient is the waiting spirit's hold
On universal, human heart and soul:
These songs, by nature's knowing of what's just,
Sprout from shared humanity deep within us.
Soul songs, deeper than personality, ego, career;
Wider than ethnocentricity and all fetters
Of nations, industries and language- letters.
Listen! Beyond the many ways love hardens,
Songwriters seed soul songs
Outside the annual, commercial song-gardens!
Sprouting sounds from heart's perennial ground,
Ringing out the universal, song-garden,
Singing shared humanity, unbound.
In the end, alone, one call is there:
To share or not to share,
To sing the soul
Or enter-tain a show,
To free or not to free--
To be or not to be.
Copyright L.S. Heatherly 2013
Jan 13, 2013
Dec 23, 2012
Oh, Come All Ye Earthful
On the First
Day of Winter,
And midst Our
Season's Glee,
Earth-life glows,
In our Human Tree.
She maps our life--
As it used to be.
We behold not,
What conquest is:
But, Her pure work --
Our conscience, still, free.
* * * * * * * *
Ancient Map, 1200 Years-old
"....a rock containing what is believed to be an ancient map
has emerged in the Mississippi River in southeast Missouri.
The rock contains etchings believed to be up to 1,200 years old.
It was not in the river a millennium ago, but the changing course of
the waterway now normally puts it under water — exposed only in
periods of extreme drought. Experts are wary of giving a specific
location out of fear that looters will take a chunk of the rock or
scribble graffiti on it.
"It appears to be a map of prehistoric Indian villages," said Steve
Dasovich, an anthropology professor at Lindenwood University in
St. Charles. "What's really fascinating is that it shows village sites
we don't yet know about."
-- Jim Salter (AP) Yahoo News 12/22/12
L.S. Heatherly 2012 (poem)
Day of Winter,
And midst Our
Season's Glee,
Earth-life glows,
In our Human Tree.
She maps our life--
As it used to be.
We behold not,
What conquest is:
But, Her pure work --
Our conscience, still, free.
* * * * * * * *
Ancient Map, 1200 Years-old
"....a rock containing what is believed to be an ancient map
has emerged in the Mississippi River in southeast Missouri.
The rock contains etchings believed to be up to 1,200 years old.
It was not in the river a millennium ago, but the changing course of
the waterway now normally puts it under water — exposed only in
periods of extreme drought. Experts are wary of giving a specific
location out of fear that looters will take a chunk of the rock or
scribble graffiti on it.
"It appears to be a map of prehistoric Indian villages," said Steve
Dasovich, an anthropology professor at Lindenwood University in
St. Charles. "What's really fascinating is that it shows village sites
we don't yet know about."
-- Jim Salter (AP) Yahoo News 12/22/12
L.S. Heatherly 2012 (poem)
Nov 30, 2012
Ancient Roads Not Taken
Shall we think our greed is natural sensation?
These speeds swift and high, modern legend still upholds!
Spared artifice's power, spared greed's imagination,
Our fancy, bold, mighty, dead-end roads
Would be the roads still undiscovered, still not taken.
We un-selected Earthly roads, for roads that proved forsaken.
Come climate change, come social hell, come high water;
These new roads won't push our lust much farther.
Our grand schemes, civilization-centric charters,
Now bow down to Earth-life's ancient, humble alters.
2012 L.S. Heatherly
These speeds swift and high, modern legend still upholds!
Spared artifice's power, spared greed's imagination,
Our fancy, bold, mighty, dead-end roads
Would be the roads still undiscovered, still not taken.
We un-selected Earthly roads, for roads that proved forsaken.
Come climate change, come social hell, come high water;
These new roads won't push our lust much farther.
Our grand schemes, civilization-centric charters,
Now bow down to Earth-life's ancient, humble alters.
2012 L.S. Heatherly
Nov 1, 2012
Mother Nature Shows Up to Vote
A Deeper Calling, a Truer Vision: (photo: Rueters)
A Vote for Caring over Division
Mother Nature humbles through her hits,
Finds humanity above politics.
Brings together those we have chosen
To reassess to whom we are beholden
Wraps every human heart and soul
Around events of human pain she must unfold.
Mothers do affirm: we are better than
Our worldly thoughts, our party-partisans.
Higher, and deeper, than the civil world,
One heart and soul unfolds and unfurls,
Across one same Earth, shared home upon;
Born from marriage-joy of Earth with Sun.
Copyright 2012 L.S. Heatherly
Oct 11, 2012
Studios of Love
When our human Soul breaks through --
Into lyrics, voice and tunes;
All make united love, come true.
All live together in a room
Next to human being's oldest loom;
One part of Human Soul, is reconceived
Through a passageway to rebirth, thus received!
Spring again our lovings so old!
All occuring in sound-hearing-speech room--
Recording studio of Soul.
Enter, then, all studios of old:
Babe, through breast and eye, is told;
Of Parents-children mealtime lovings,
Working, playing, ever bequeathing :
Family-love-community foreseeing.
Enter all studio life-flows.
In Human watersheds, Earthly-Humans know
That our replenishments of Love
Make human soul and grace still flow.
2012 All rights reserved
Sep 5, 2012
Michelle Obama's Convention Speech
The night a first lady rose above--
Through her love of all children
Her love of one wide-known promise land--
To defend one president's term and stand.
By common measures of love,
She took old D.C. down,
And lifted up a nation.
Yes, Virginia, genome has a partner--
Our nurturome of love.
Now we know why that president
Has not been more strenuously courting congress.
He has been faithfully courting
A much more powerful, intelligent and graceful body.
Copyright L.S. Heatherly
Aug 29, 2012
We Shall Stumble Home
for Gary S. Snyder (and his knowing how to be)
I
You know, friends of Earth-Humanity,
Ever longing to be free,
From art's paradise lost;
We may, again, come to be:
From restoring at all cost
Old humanity, now lost,
We'll find and re-become as one
Streambeds of human nature's run.
II
And whole, again, midst Mother Earth,
We shall discover our rebirth;
Find our Home, in Earth again,
Calling back Her child within;
Yes, reinstill our Life with Soul,
Some natural way.
Yes, we shall stumble Home again,
Some natural day.
Copyright L.S. Heatherly 2012
I
You know, friends of Earth-Humanity,
Ever longing to be free,
From art's paradise lost;
We may, again, come to be:
From restoring at all cost
Old humanity, now lost,
We'll find and re-become as one
Streambeds of human nature's run.
II
And whole, again, midst Mother Earth,
We shall discover our rebirth;
Find our Home, in Earth again,
Calling back Her child within;
Yes, reinstill our Life with Soul,
Some natural way.
Yes, we shall stumble Home again,
Some natural day.
Copyright L.S. Heatherly 2012
Jun 23, 2012
Songs and Singers: Ego's Royalties and Empires
The singer's ego and personality, along with voice, unite in an artistry
of artificials, overriding and burying the common, sharing human soul.
Songsters and music are left to excavate fleeting embraces of the human soul,
originally, freely shared within the whole self of family-communty-ecovillage.
Words, words, words; music, music, music! What artificial inequities have been
seductively created via ego-self, industry and commerce! All part of an escalating
destruction of Earth's natural, free-flowing humanity!
The growing of one Modern Royalty! Performer/artist's royalties are not called
royal-ties for naught. Democracy has been programmed into the glorification
of personal empires of power and opulence.
The bancruptcy of civilization is seen, for one, when its songs are of the
individuals desire's and loves; when the heart is centered in selfish, personal,
affairs/matters of the heart and material gains to the body's life. Human family,
community and soul are abducted. These siren songs stealthily help carry humankind
onto the endangered species list.
Gone, long-ago, are natural, human song and music-- millenia-old! Once, Humanity's
indigenous, natural, authentic songs and music were central to village ceremonies,
celebrations, spiritual requests, thankfulness, inclusiveness and unity! Natural songs
express, manifest and sustain village, tribe, family, birth, death, puberty, marriage,
hunting, fishing, rain, harvests, harmony. Ultimately, songs must represent the innate,
ecological-ontological-spiritual sacredality found in Earth's humanity. Instead, they
increasingly center on the wealthy one percent's reception of time, money and
idolatry from the oppressed masses.
The story of songs and singers in the Modern Age is the story of the
artist's ego and voice out-singing the lyrics, out-performing the song, and out-casting
(what little, if any) meaning, message, social value and well-being delivered.
With all high-tech communications, the medium becomes the message.
The medium of television stood out early. But preceding TV, the medium of
ego and personality, bonded in marriage, was and remains the message. One
measure of a great song is how it, nonchalantly, outlasts all singers of it.
An authentic, human song delivers and shares some of the naturally selected,
deposited, layered and patterned gold and gems of universal, human culture and
soul. These are bequeathed, generation to generation, through eons, of natural
human culture-- families, camps, villages within ecosystem-habitats of Earth.
Todays Modern sci-technics, commercialism, materialism and Plutocratic,
oligarchic empires feeds on the decay and oppression of our human nurturome
(or culturome).
Humanity is a human, sociocultural ecosphere within and part of
Earth-life's ecosystem-habitats. The natural, authentic, human song
excavates lost treasures that have been oppressed and overrun by
civilization socioculture's arrogant enterprises, disenfranchising the people.
These lost, ecological and human purities are recaptued by one, or a few
artists, working away at the real work-- of excaving our lives, beings, cultures
and souls. They dig up and regenerate from 'civil', phoney, elitist constructs
our humanity's full, whole, ecological self-life-world midst Earth-life!
True artists are representative human beings: representing Earth's human
species. A species infected by the invasive, alien violations infected into
humanity by an arrogant one tenth of one percent, vitally assisted by the
entire one percent.
Getting to brass tacks: how can a largely pure and natural act of human sharing:
delivering humanity's recaptued sounds, movements and language; how can this
natural action occur on an artificial, commercial stage, and surrounded by a largely
artificialized, commercialized, dispirited, disheartened, dis-souled audience?
Art often talks the talk of soul. But, its delivery arrives, bearing nearly
nothing of soul, nor natural, common sense and fairness.
Further still, how can the singer and musician pull up from human depths;
then, grasp, maintain, and share human purities of sound, language and human
presence itself; whilst swimming in a sea of diverse toxins created and
defended by a greedy, dominant one tenth of one percent of the people upon
the Earth!
Any redeeming carriage of purity and naturality into the artificial systems
and ideologies of civilization is, merely, illusory. The general reality of
music is hoax, sham, egoism and creative self-rightious elitism. It is a
creative-art empire-kingdom-complex.
It is only by slight of hand, movement, sound, imagination; by slight of
language, light, high techics, fantasy and spectacle, that such illusions and
delusions regularly are disguised as glories of elitist, stratified, oppressive
civilizations.
The democratic spirit represents:
power to the people.
The Modern Artistic spirit represents:
power to the artists diverse, commercial empires.
L.S Heatherly 2012
of artificials, overriding and burying the common, sharing human soul.
Songsters and music are left to excavate fleeting embraces of the human soul,
originally, freely shared within the whole self of family-communty-ecovillage.
Words, words, words; music, music, music! What artificial inequities have been
seductively created via ego-self, industry and commerce! All part of an escalating
destruction of Earth's natural, free-flowing humanity!
The growing of one Modern Royalty! Performer/artist's royalties are not called
royal-ties for naught. Democracy has been programmed into the glorification
of personal empires of power and opulence.
The bancruptcy of civilization is seen, for one, when its songs are of the
individuals desire's and loves; when the heart is centered in selfish, personal,
affairs/matters of the heart and material gains to the body's life. Human family,
community and soul are abducted. These siren songs stealthily help carry humankind
onto the endangered species list.
Gone, long-ago, are natural, human song and music-- millenia-old! Once, Humanity's
indigenous, natural, authentic songs and music were central to village ceremonies,
celebrations, spiritual requests, thankfulness, inclusiveness and unity! Natural songs
express, manifest and sustain village, tribe, family, birth, death, puberty, marriage,
hunting, fishing, rain, harvests, harmony. Ultimately, songs must represent the innate,
ecological-ontological-spiritual sacredality found in Earth's humanity. Instead, they
increasingly center on the wealthy one percent's reception of time, money and
idolatry from the oppressed masses.
The story of songs and singers in the Modern Age is the story of the
artist's ego and voice out-singing the lyrics, out-performing the song, and out-casting
(what little, if any) meaning, message, social value and well-being delivered.
With all high-tech communications, the medium becomes the message.
The medium of television stood out early. But preceding TV, the medium of
ego and personality, bonded in marriage, was and remains the message. One
measure of a great song is how it, nonchalantly, outlasts all singers of it.
An authentic, human song delivers and shares some of the naturally selected,
deposited, layered and patterned gold and gems of universal, human culture and
soul. These are bequeathed, generation to generation, through eons, of natural
human culture-- families, camps, villages within ecosystem-habitats of Earth.
Todays Modern sci-technics, commercialism, materialism and Plutocratic,
oligarchic empires feeds on the decay and oppression of our human nurturome
(or culturome).
Humanity is a human, sociocultural ecosphere within and part of
Earth-life's ecosystem-habitats. The natural, authentic, human song
excavates lost treasures that have been oppressed and overrun by
civilization socioculture's arrogant enterprises, disenfranchising the people.
These lost, ecological and human purities are recaptued by one, or a few
artists, working away at the real work-- of excaving our lives, beings, cultures
and souls. They dig up and regenerate from 'civil', phoney, elitist constructs
our humanity's full, whole, ecological self-life-world midst Earth-life!
True artists are representative human beings: representing Earth's human
species. A species infected by the invasive, alien violations infected into
humanity by an arrogant one tenth of one percent, vitally assisted by the
entire one percent.
Getting to brass tacks: how can a largely pure and natural act of human sharing:
delivering humanity's recaptued sounds, movements and language; how can this
natural action occur on an artificial, commercial stage, and surrounded by a largely
artificialized, commercialized, dispirited, disheartened, dis-souled audience?
Art often talks the talk of soul. But, its delivery arrives, bearing nearly
nothing of soul, nor natural, common sense and fairness.
Further still, how can the singer and musician pull up from human depths;
then, grasp, maintain, and share human purities of sound, language and human
presence itself; whilst swimming in a sea of diverse toxins created and
defended by a greedy, dominant one tenth of one percent of the people upon
the Earth!
Any redeeming carriage of purity and naturality into the artificial systems
and ideologies of civilization is, merely, illusory. The general reality of
music is hoax, sham, egoism and creative self-rightious elitism. It is a
creative-art empire-kingdom-complex.
It is only by slight of hand, movement, sound, imagination; by slight of
language, light, high techics, fantasy and spectacle, that such illusions and
delusions regularly are disguised as glories of elitist, stratified, oppressive
civilizations.
The democratic spirit represents:
power to the people.
The Modern Artistic spirit represents:
power to the artists diverse, commercial empires.
L.S Heatherly 2012
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