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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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

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please take all three parts into consideration.

Why is it that humankind never, ever learns?

Circle Dancing

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[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..."



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

Contemplative Photo Art

Oceans of Creativity

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[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



AIR CASTLES

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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

Sunset: including Invocation to Kāli काली

[Baut Images: Sylvan Lake Sunset]

Sunset.
Sun is setting.
Sun is setting fire.
Sun is setting fire to the Earth.

I am the fire
that burns through
the tree limbs
of late October.

Come Kāli oh goddess of time and change

I am the celestial fire

and I am here

having traveled the waves of time

from space to space.

Come Kāli and dance the Dance of Ages

I am the fire

and Sword of Kāli

that burns and purifies

everything into the Satya Yuga.

Come Kāli and right the wrongs of humankind

I am the celestial fire

that strikes down the hatred

and fear and violence

purifying them with raw white heat.

Come Kāli and shape the Earth anew

I am the fire

that burns through

the tree limbs

of early April.

Sunset.

Sun is setting.

Sun is setting fire.

Sun is setting fire to the Earth.

2012 Roger Allen Baut

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"Let it burn while I cry...

Let it burn...

Let it burn..."

Stop the fear...

Stop the abuse...

Stop the violence...

Stop the insanity...

Miranda

[Baut Images: Tiny Dancer (Ebony Jewelwing)]

They call her Miranda
she's a tiny dancer
flitting from floor to floor.

She dances and whirls
Priouettes and twirls

floating like a cloud on the air.

The audience claps

as she ends her act

then starts up again, anew.

This time she's faster

as silver flashes

up around, then down to the ground.

But none hardly see

as her daggers she sheaths

and puts them well out of sight.

For who'd ever know

from Miranda's warm glow

that she had another agenda.

2012 Roger Allen Baut

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Many Lives

[Baut Images: Pathless Path]

How many paths do we travel in one life?

How many roles do we play in one life?

How many lives do we live in one life?

And yet, so many do not see

How each 'now' moment,

How each 'new' experience,

Leads them from there, to here.

And how every choice shapes us

Into who we are today.

Like the potter, who shapes

The clay on the wheel; round and round.

Molding and shaping.

Shaping and molding.

Molding and shaping.

Shaping and molding.

Every choice that we make,

A door opens to a new future,

That goes on shaping

Us into, who we are today.

How many roads have we driven in one life?

How many people have we passed by in one life?

How many lives do we live in one life?

Many lives...

 

2012 Roger Allen Baut

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Bleak Winter

[Baut Images: Winter Collage]

Oh, bleak Winter,

From where have you come

To taunt us with bygone days

Of snowfields in the sun.

Bleak Winter with gray skies.

Branches scratching the Light

From out the day

And into night.

Bleak Winter with little snow.

A travesty of a season

Carved in ashes

For no reason.

Bleak Winter with perfidious weather.

Leaving us to ponder

Where Jack Frost has gone

In a mood so very somber.

Bleak Winter like humankind.

Bereft of integrity

Forgotten values

Living the life of a banditti.

Oh, bleak Winter,

The tombstone cracks

Under the very pressure

Of a single snowflake's track.

2012 Roger Allen Baut

"To every life a light that shines,

To every heart a beat that's true."

The Great Game

Baut Images: The Iron Mask

Call a spade, a spade.
A club, a club.
A heart, a heart,
And a diamond, a diamond.

A spade, to dig your grave.
A club, to beat your wife.
A heart, to rend and wound.
And a diamond, made from blood.

And so it is
You play the great game!
The great game of Poker,
Whilst trying to outsmart one another,
And pretend, to be friends, when you're not.

Petty deceivers, most of all,
As you dance and piroette for wall streeters.
Smile and nod for politicos,
And skip and jump for the corporates;
Who rape you whilst you sleep.

Liars!
Fake friends!
Cheaters!
Poisoners!
You know who you are!

Duplicitous humankind.
You have sown the seeds
Of your own destruction.
So, go on and play your games,
Just know you're already the loser.

Call a spade, a spade.
A club, a club.
A heart, a heart,
And a diamond, a diamond.

Kali reigns supreme!

Roger Allen Baut

"Blessed is he that reads aloud the Word of the Prophesy"

Winter Solstice



Baut Images: Sudden Snow


Sudden snow.
A pause.
An inhalation.
Waiting.
Watching.
The planet stirs.
Solar storm warning.

Winter Solstice.
Ice knives fly.
Too late.
No cover.
Homeland insecurity.
Fear merchants.
No recompense for the rich.

Sudden snow.
A pause.
An exhalation.
St. Vitus dances.
Bankers leap from windows.
Jeremiah reads Lamentations.
The city lays deserted.

Roger Allen Baut

I Remember Autumn

[Baut Images: Angel in the Sky]

I remember Autumn, as a child.
Smoky scents on a crisping breeze.
Images of baked potatoes.
Frost.

Clear blue skies.
A hazy amber afternoon sun setting.
School children.
Cornstalks.

I was a child then.
A potential.
Dreaming.
Dreaming still.

But, the child is now locked inside,
And away from those Halcyon Days
Of golden September and October;
When we laughed, and ran, in the pumpkin patch.

I remember Autumn, as I am today.

 ©2011 Roger Allen Baut

Who will Mourn for America?

[Baut Images: Liberty Forsaken]



Who will mourn for America?

Who will take the time to contemplate

All she's been in the past?

Her freedoms, lands and opportunities,

That made her a diamond amongst lands.

Who will mourn for America?

Who will think to consider

Her Bill of Rights and Constitution?

Written from the needs of a people,

Who refused taxation from a crown.

Who will mourn for America?

Who will remember her greatness

And Lady Liberty with torch held high?

Who welcomed the many, to a land

Of vast plains, great lakes, and opportunity.

Who will mourn for America?

Who can, even now, see the blight,

That has descended upon her lands?

The taint of greed, lust for power and wealth,

Has infected her from heart to hand.

I will mourn for America!

I will spend time at her shrine,

Reflecting on the promise of hope for all peoples!

Burning pine and white sage on her altars,

And casting the ashes, on her oil soaked sands.

Roger Allen Baut

"...Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line, know what any of it is worth...

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view,

While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too..."

Seeds of Insanity

[Baut Images: Shattered Dreams]

They say it all started

when Cain slew Abel,

and the seeds of insanity were sown.

For who of a sane mind

would kill another,

and not even think it was wrong.

Then came the long march

of death and destruction

from Babylon to Egypt, then Rome.

Mighty Rome took it further

through conquest and legions;

by burning and salting the ground.

But empires rise, and empires fall,

as it seems they so often do,

and with avarice friend, build they tombs.

Then look to religions,

saving souls with fools gold;

shadow empires amongst all the rest.

Priestly travelers call

with their banners unfurled,

and a sword hung close at the hip.

Yes, they say it all started

when Cain slew Abel,

now those seeds have all fully grown.

Roger Allen Baut

This is once again in 'triplet' form of image, poem and music video.

Rend the Wounded Sky: Version 2

[Baut Images: Rend the Wounded Sky II]

Sharply castigating the sky,

The sharpened thistle's spears

Strike upward at the thinkening clouds.

Dark swords against the gray,

They slash and tear

And rend the wounded sky.

Lightning crackles downward,

Striking the thistle's swords

As blood rain falls on unhallowed ground.

These are the days,

That have been prophesized

When the land is torn asunder.

The battle in nature has begun,

A last desperate hope

To restore balance on Planet Earth.

Roger Allen Baut



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Destiny...

Rend the Wounded Sky

[Baut images: Rend the Wounded Sky]

Sharply castigating the sky,

The deadly thistle pod spears

Stab upward at the thickening clouds.

Dark swords against the gray,

They slash and tear

And rend the wounded sky.

Green lightening crackles downward,

Attacking the thistle swords

As blood rain falls pelting unhallowed ground.

The battle in nature has begun,

In a last desperate hope

Of bringing balance back to Earth.

Roger Allen Baut

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listen...the prophesy...

from the Delerium CD Syrophenikan

Autumn III: Written on the Winds

[Baut Images: Bumblebee and Canadian Goldenrod]

I can feel it in the air,

Taste it on the breeze.

Apple and cinnamon,

Pear and pumpkin spice.

All the lovely flavors,

That make this season nice.

Bumblebees and honeybees,

Flying through the air.

Searching for the nectar,

And all the pollen that's there.

It's written on the winds,

It's written in our souls.

Autumn's all around us,

So let the love just grow.

It's written on the winds,

It's written in our souls.

Autumn's all around us,

So let the love just grow.

Let the love just flow...

Roger Allen Baut

⊰道 Once again this offering is made in
'triplet' form. Image, poem and video.道⊱

"There's no beginning,

There'll be no end..."

...from another place and time

Dark Skies

[Baut Images: Dark Skies]

Dark the skies.

Dark the clouds.

Dark the Age.

Dark the thoughts.

Dark the leaders.

All the darkness

One could want!

Spawned

By witch hunts,

Inquisitions,

Persecutions,

Corruption,

Greed,

Intolerance,

Torture,

Abuse,

Ignorance,

Bigotry,

And Wars.

Dark the leaders.

Dark the thoughts.

Dark the Age.

Dark the clouds.

Dark the skies.

Roger Allen Baut

and yet...

"Don't let

The eyes of sadness

Reflect on

Your inner soul

Let the Light shine through

Let the Light shine.

And deliver you through

The passages of life."

Delerium