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.

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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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

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



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

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



Please note: This is in 'triplet' form of image, poem and music video.

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

Please note: This is once again in 'triplet' form of image, poem and song.

listen...the prophesy...

from the Delerium CD Syrophenikan

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