Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Pale Shadows: Wednesday Wake-Up Call 03.10.12


Image: Chief Sitting Bull

Fog appears on the road.
A silence encompasses the land.
No past, no future, only present,
Only now, is at hand.

On the path are many travelers.
All traveling through time and space.
Floating along their pathless paths,
As pale shadows fill this place.

Walking, but not walking.
Clothed, but not clothed.
Smiling, but not smiling.
Dreams within a dream.

Talking, but not talking.
Weeping, but not weeping.
Dancing, but not dancing.
Dreams within a Dream.

On the path are many travelers.
Coming to restore this sacred place.
Wielding staffs of silvern light,
To live again in grace.

Fog rises from the road.
A silence encompasses the land.
No past, no future, only present,
Only now, is at hand.

2012 Roger Allen Baut

Ghost Dance





Saturday, September 29, 2012

Tides of Change

[Baut Images: High Tide]


The tides of change are coming.

The planet rotates on it's axis.

Lorna Doone plays the piano.

You sip a cup of tea,

Whilst I rid the skies of lies.

The tides of change are coming.
Species dying every day.
Miley Cyrus gets a ticket.
As Meatloaf burns in the oven,
And I play the game to win it.

The tides of change are coming.
More mercury in Blue-fin Tuna.
As banksters fill with dread.
So, read that book Priscilla,
As I write for the Ungrateful Dead.

The tides of change are coming.
As the grids break down once again.
And it's time for Project Runway to end.
So, go grab a muffin Amanda,
And I'll have a sandwich of sand.

The tides of change are coming.
Doesn't matter what one wants.
The battle is close at hand.
So listen to wind and water,
For it's happening across the land.

The tides of change are here!

The planet careens in it's orbit.

Elton John smashes his piano.

You sip a bottle of water,

Whilst I travel to the Isle in the Skye.

2012 Roger Allen Baut

Once again you have a poetic triplet
composed 
of an image, poem and video.



Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Autumn's Only Chariot



[Baut Images: Autumn Moon]

Celestial light
As the Sun enters Libra,
A quarter moon
That's made of silver.

Autumnal Equinox
Of stories told,
How energy balances
For those with souls.

Ride the wind,
Ride the waves,
Ride the vibrations
In Autumn's only chariot.

2012 Roger Allen Baut

Note: Once again this is a poetic triplet,
consisting 
of an image, poem, and video presentation.





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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Insidious Deception v2 Judy Collins edit


[Baut images: Vision of the Oligarch]

Insidious deception
Lies behind the tainted smiles,
And winks and nods
Of fetid humans,
Who haven't a clue
As to what being human means.

Takers, rapers, pillagers all,
Who've taken their ill gotten goods
To faraway lands, yet, 
Pretend to support democracy,
Whilst taking from the poor
And giving to the rich.

Bastards, Sons of Satan,
Luciferian proteges,
Enemies of the people,
Who pirouette and curtsy
To an ignoble nobility,
With questionable credentials.

What a bunch of crap slingers!
Where's Louis XV?
Still living in DC I presume?
Time for a Cromwell
To kick all the oligarchs
Out on their ass!

Insidious deception
Lies behind the tainted smiles,
And winks and nods,
Of fetid humans,
Who haven't a clue
As to what being human means.

2012 Roger Allen Baut

Note: This is in poetic triplet form. As you view,
please take all three parts into consideration.



Why is it that humankind never, ever learns?

Monday, August 27, 2012

Insidious Deception

[Baut Images: The Oligarch]
Insidious deception
Lies behind the smiles,
And winks and nods
Of fake humans,
Who don't have a clue
As to what being human means.

Takers, rapers, pillagers all,
Who take their ill gotten goods
And hide them in other lands,
Yet, pretend to be pro democracy,
All the whilst taking from the poor
And giving to the rich.

Bastards, Sons of Satan,
Luciferian proteges,
Enemies of the people
Who pirouette and curtsy
To an ignoble nobility,
With questionable credentials.

What a bunch of crap slingers!
Where's Louis the XV?
Still living in DC I presume?
Time for a Cromwell
To kick all the oligarchs
Out on their ass!
Insidious deception
Lies behind the smiles,
And winks and nods
Of fake humans,
Who don't have a clue
As to what being human means.


2012 Roger Allen Baut

Note: This is once again a triplet, composed
of an image, written composition, and video.




Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Capitalism's 'Sacrifice Zones' w/Chris Hedges

WAKE-UP AMERICA!

Hedges tells Bill Moyers. "It's the willingness on the part of people who seek personal enrichment to destroy other human beings...And because the mechanisms of governance can no longer control them, there is nothing now within the formal mechanisms of power to stop them from creating essentially a corporate oligarchic state."

Here is part of an interview Chris Hedges had with Bill Moyers on July, 21, 2012. Pause and consider.




Friday, July 20, 2012

Why?

[Baut Images: Connectedness]

The Earth is a beautiful planet with so many things to see, from its oceans, lakes, mountains, rivers and streams, landscapes, to it's four seasons. During my lifetime, I have been fortunate to travel to Asia, Europe, and several places in North America. I have seen some wonderful, and perhaps not so wonderful things in this world of ours.

As I have traveled, my perception of the world shifted and broadened, and I came to the awareness that everything is connected. I became aware that every man, woman, child, plant, animal, fish, et cetera, as well as the oceans, rivers, lakes, land and sky are all interconnected. Unfortunately, not a lot of people feel the same way as I do. Osho says that, "99.9% of people are either asleep or drunk."

I have said on occasion, "I feel I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness," and that "...if we don't all start working together, for the mutual benefit of all humankind and the planet, then we, as a species, as well as the planet, will suffer and cease to exist as we know it today."

Sadly, only a few have listened to my words, and many people have let them go in one ear and out the other. Society has become, for the most part, a self-absorbed superficial population, who may give lip-sevice to one thing or another, but that's about it.

Over the past several months, I have tried to encourage a message of cooperation, but what I have learned is, that people really have no sincere interest in working together for the mutual benefit of anyone else, or the planet. They are, oftentimes, self-centered and self-serving, and may 'talk the talk,' but don't 'walk the walk.'

Is it so difficult to work together with others in harmony? Is it so difficult to acknowledge and promote someone else's work? Is it so difficult to be a human being?

It is said, "There are none so blind as those who will not see," and there is a lot of truth in those words. I found an interesting quote, a short while back, that goes along with all of this, and, interestingly, it comes from, believe it or not, Coronation Street, and that quote is, "We live in self-congratulatory times." That quote really says a lot about who we are as a society, and a people.

Osho writes, "Everything is connected. This connectedness is what is meant by the word Tao: the connectedness, the interconnectedness, the interdependence of all. Nobody is separate, hence ego is absurd. Only the whole can say "I": the parts should not say "I." If they have to say, they should say it only as a linguistic formality; but they should not claim the "I."

It may already be too late to change what humankind has done not only to itself, but the planet as well, I don't know. I have also written, that "...if things do not radically change quickly, Homo sapiens sapiens will go down, in history, as the most virulent species that has ever inhabited this planet. What other species maims, tortures, abuses, kills, wages ignorant wars based upon greed upon others of its own kind, and wrecks havoc upon the only planet it has to live upon? The worst thing about all of this is, that the majority of people have sat back, and allowed all of these atrocities to happen.

Oh, yes, there are a few who are, and have been, trying to change that, but the poison is already in our land, air, water, food and physical body.

"I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness."



"Tell me why?
Why?
Why, we can do nothin'.
Why? Why?
We can do nothin'.

How long
we sit and watch it!
Tell me why?
We can do,
We can do nothin'." Beissoul


Footnote: This blog was posted on July 20th. It is now some time since it went up, and as anyone can see, there has been minimal comment (pro or con) in regard to what has been presented in this article. That in itself is a 'big' message, and a significator that I am part of a malignant species that is not only destroying itself, but the very planet it lives on. Raise a glass to Homo sapiens moronus, the most 'self-centered' and 'oblivious' species to inhabit Planet Earth.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Circle Dancing


This presention is in 'triplet' form.
It consists of an image/photograph, poem/prose, and video.



[Baut Images: Le Danse]

Circle dancing.
Around you go
In egocentric circles.

Spinning ever onward,
As Mother Earth,
Speaks only of her woe.

Circle dancing.
Ever expanding
In egocentric circles.

Our fate is determined
By one another,
Yet, who will stop to bother?

Circle dancing.
Up and around,
In egocentric circles.

Seems that humankind
Will never learn,
Until its cities burn.

Circle dancing.
Forward then back,
In egocentric circles.

As the titan sinks,
You ignore the imploring,
Of children who need a drink.

Circle Dancing.
Around and around you go,
'Til you're lying in the snow!

Circle dancing...

Circle dancing...

Circle damcing...

"As the world falls down..."



Thursday, June 28, 2012

❀ Butterfly Daze w/Symbiosis ❀

[Baut Images: Symbiosis]

Many ancient cultures and societies have viewed 

the butterfly as a symbol of transformation and change, 
because of its impressive process of metamorphosis. 



Butterfly Daze 

Resplendent in all of it's beauty
The butterfly does not strut about
Seeking it's own praise or glory.

It does not sit for hours waiting to be liked,
Or seek out others in the meadow
To tell it how wonderful and grand it is.

The butterfly simply 'is.'
And as with all things in nature;
A part of the passing loveliness of this world.

The humble butterfly brings 
Faithfulness to the flowers,
And gives, as it is given to in return.

❀ Symbiosis 
A Gathering

A gathering of butterflies,
Traveling from flower to flower,
Sharing with each other, hour after hour.

A gathering of butterflies,
Traversing the skies and fields,
Without any need for shields.
A gathering of butterflies,

In synchronous motion
Traveling without any commotion.



"Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases,
and it pleases wherever it goes." Unknown








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please go to: Contemplative Photographic Art


Wednesday, June 13, 2012

ARCANUM XVI (The Tower)

[Baut Images: The Tower or The Lightening]

ARCANUM XVI
Description:
A tower is decapitated by a thunderbolt.
Misery, distress, indigence,
 
adversity, calamity, deception, ruin.

The chastisement of pride.


A crowned and uncrowned man are
precipitated from the tower,
falling down with the rest of the debris.


Falling.
Falling.
Falling in slow motion,
The Bill of Rights falls.

Falling.
Falling.
Falling in slow motion,
The Constitution falls.

Falling.
Falling.
Falling in slow motion
The citizenry falls.

Falling.
Falling.
Falling in slow motion
The plutocracy falls.

Falling.
Falling.
Falling in slow motion,
The emperor falls.

Falling.
Falling.
Falling in slow motion.
 The planet falls.



The Tower is Falling




"We now live in a nation where doctors destroy health,
lawyers destroy justice, universities destroy knowledge,
governments destroy freedom, the press destroys information,
religions destroy morals, and our banks destroy the economy,"


Chris Hedges

Chris Lynn Hedges is an American journalist, author,
and war correspondent specializing in American and
Middle Eastern politics and societies.




 



There are none so blind, or deaf,
as those who will not see or hear...


Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Trapped Souls


[Baut Images: Soul Flight]

She says, "I want my freedom!"
He says, "You can never be truly free."
She says, "That's not true."
He says, "Yes, it is."
She says, "What do you mean?"
He says, "Youre a soul trapped inside a physical body."
She says, "You're crazy!"

He says, "Am I now?"

Dance.
Dance the dance.
Dance the dance of the soul.

We've been dancing since time began,
And it's so very long ago,
That now we've forgotten.

We've forgotten who we are,
Simply, souls dancing,
Dancing through time and space.

We've forgotten we were
To be caretakers of this sacred place,
And keepers of divine grace.

Now, we must wake-up.
Wake-up soon, before it's too late,
And perhaps change our disastrous fate.

Dance the dance of the soul.
Dance the dance.
Dance.


She says, "Yes, you are!"
He says, "When you leave the physical you're truly free."
She says, "How's that?"
He says, "These shells we live in are only temporary."
She says, "What have you been smoking?"
He says, "Not smoking, waking-up!"
She says, "I don't want to wake-up!"
He says, "Go deep, deep inside, and r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r..."

Roger Allen Baut



Saturday, June 2, 2012

Sirens Wail!


[Baut Images: Scratch the Sky] 

Sirens wail!
Lights are flashing!
No one heeds the call!


No one really cares.
Hypnotized from childhood.
Don't do that!
Do this!


Suck on a binky.
It's so soothing.
There's plastic in your blood.
Toxins in your soup.


Drink swill from the tap.
It's better for you.
It's full of fluoride.
Full of chemicals.


Fast food.
French fries.
Cola.
Wendy loves you.


Have some herbal tea. 
Whilst 1.3 million street children weep.
Fed Res sends 700-800 billion to the EU.
And you buy a new home for 1.3 million.


Learn to write.
Write some more.
Even though it's crap.
There's applause at the door.


Liars!
Hypocrites!
Ego driven!
Self-deluded!


Within your nest of thorns.
Don't come too close.
Don't dream in colour.
Don't explore creativity.


Just sit there.
Do the same old thing.
Day after day after day.
Do nothing for anyone else.


Limit yourself.
Limit your creativity.
Get rid of your paints.
Hide in your fracking tackle box.


No one heeds the call.
Lights are flashing.
Sirens wail.

Roger Allen Baut





We laughed as the sun went down,
Sang songs of a dying Earth,
And danced until the moon rose
For the very last time. RAB

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Tempest Rising

[Tempest: Maxfield Parrish]
There's a tempest stirring.
I can feel it in my soul.

The Earth is trembling.
The sky is moving sideways.
The oceans are flooding.
The fires making highways.

There's a tempest stirring.
I can feel it in my soul.

Ego.
Greed.
Duplicity.
Pusillanimity.

There's a tempest stirring.
I can feel it in my soul.

The Earth will open.
The sky will cry.
The ocean will cleanse.
The fire will purge.

There's a tempest rising.
I can feel it in my soul.

Roger Allen Baut


Once upon a time there was integrity.
Once upon a time there were heroes.
Once upon a time there were champions of the people.
Once upon a time there was a Joan of Arc.


If we seek positive change in the world,
for ourselves and the planet, then WE must be the Change!

For What It's Worth: Change
NWCU Wednesday Wake-Up Call 23.05.12

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Oceans of Creativity


This presention is in 'triplet' form.
It consists of an image/photograph, poem/prose, and video.
Enjoy, explore and consider its various aspects.

[Baut Images: Coming Home to Albion]

There are Oceans of Creativity.
There are Seas of Enchantment.
There are Lakes of Dreams.
There are pools of light beneath the Earth.

Yet, we chose to ignore them,
And simply settle for the routine.
Settle for the mundane,
Settle for the same old thing.

Yet, we can chose to be creative,
And not settle for the routine.
Not settle for the mundane.
Not settle for the same old thing.

There are pools of light beneath the Earth.
There are Lakes of Dreams.
There are Seas of Enchantment.
There are Oceans of Creativity.

Roger Allen Baut

"Ella galalea kolotya lo
He ana hella kielessa niova nya..."




"It's written on walls of stone in starlight,
There is a path across the night..." Sally Oldfield


Thursday, May 10, 2012

AIR CASTLES


This presention is in 'triplet' form.
It consists of an image/photograph, poem/prose, and video.
Enjoy, explore and consider its various apspects.


AIR CASTLES: Maxfield Parish

And behold I saw many signs and wonders in the heavens,
and in the earths!

I saw the many worlds of the galaxy, laid out before me,
and unreality, reflected from reality.

The mirror of my soul's lives were reflected in the mirror of the sky,
and at last, the inner me merged with the outer me.

Once again, I became as I am.

Roger Allen Baut