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

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.

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

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?

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.

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..."



❀ 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

❀

To view Roger Allen Baut's Zen inspired photo art, 
please go to: Contemplative Photographic Art

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.

光

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.

光

The Tower is Falling

光


"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.


光

 

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

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

Sirens Wail!

[Baut Images: Scratch the Sky] 

Sirens wail!

Lights are flashing!

No one heeds the call!

光

No one really cares.

Hypnotized from childhood.

Don't do that!

Do this!

光

Suck on a binky.

It's so soothing.

There's plastic in your blood.

Toxins in your soup.

光

Drink swill from the tap.

It's better for you.

It's full of fluoride.

Full of chemicals.

光

Fast food.

French fries.

Cola.

Wendy loves you.

光

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.

光

Learn to write.

Write some more.

Even though it's crap.

There's applause at the door.

光

Liars!

Hypocrites!

Ego driven!

Self-deluded!

光

Within your nest of thorns.

Don't come too close.

Don't dream in colour.

Don't explore creativity.

光

Just sit there.

Do the same old thing.

Day after day after day.

Do nothing for anyone else.

光

Limit yourself.

Limit your creativity.

Get rid of your paints.

Hide in your fracking tackle box.

光

No one heeds the call.

Lights are flashing.

Sirens wail.

Roger Allen Baut

光

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

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

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

Please note: This is once again a poetic 'triplet' of image, poem and video. Please view all three as one compositon.

"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

Please note: This is a 'triplet' of image, poem and video. Please view all three as one compositon.

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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."