A Spontaneous Outburst Of Poetic Expression

By

Joseph Parascandalo
 SPONTANEITY

1. The quality or condition of being spontaneous.

2. Spontaneous behavior, impulse, or movement.

Author: Joseph Parascandalo

©2009
Spontaneity
Introduction:

Firstly about the title of this collection: Why Spontaneity?

Spontaneity

It is often difficult for me to caption my work because it is somewhat eclectic in

nature. Most everything interests me to some degree however, what I set to paper is
often a spontaneous response to some stimulus that can be derived from anything as
mundane as television to the consciousness of ether as you will undoubtedly
conclude once you delve into the content herein.

For simplicity’s sake I present this series of poems in alphabetic order hence the
eclecticism of Spontaneity will be most evident. As they say: forewarned is forearmed!

The content of Spontaneity was produced over the period late 2008 to fall of 2009.
During this time I experienced an erratic cycle of emotion from elation to depression.
Writing is my way of eclipsing the affects of these mood swings by capturing or
dispensing of their impact – a form of catharsis if you will.

This all having been said I hope you will find a deeper meaning through my words
written such that they may impart a relevance or awareness to your life experience.

Thank you in advance for your attention to this humble piece of my life.

Joe Parascandalo
Author of Spontaneity
©2009
 TITLE

1 A NEW ERA OF PROSPERITY OF GOODNESS

2 ARE MY WORDS WORTHY?
3 AS ABOVE - IS BELOW
4 BEYOND
5 BLIND TO THE LIGHT
6 CHANCE WAVE
7 CHANGES TO TIME’S PROMISES SINKS
8 CREATIVE JUNCTURE
9 DETACHED
10 ECONOMY’S WORSE SCORN
11 EVILNESS IN MAN
12 EYES THAT ENVY
13 EXILED
14 FOREWARNED
15 FREEDOM TO CHOOSE
16 FULFILMENT
17 GNN (GORILLA NEWS NETWORK)
18 IN THE MEAN TIME
19 INTUITION
20 LOTTERY SPIN
21 MALFEASANCE?
22 MOST LOVED ONE
23 MY HEART’S DESIRE
24 OBSERVANCE
25 ORLEANS
26 PARADOX TO LOGICAL CONCLUSION
27 PRAYER SONG
28 RAVE
29 RABBIT HOLE
30 REALITY’S CURTAIN
31 RECONCILED
32 RELENTLESS WAR OF BELIEFS
33 RELEVANCE
34 RETIREMENT
35 RETROSPECT
36 SECOND FIDDLE
37 SHADOW OF MY SOUL
38 SONG
 TITLE (continued)

39 SURVIVAL OF SURVIVORRS
40 TAKE COMFORT
41 THAT DOOR
42 THE LAST
43 TO FIND ANOTHER
44 TRUANCY OF LOVE
45 UNVIVERSAL PRAYER: ONENESS TO ALL
46 UNMARKED DOOR
47 WHY ARE WE TOGETHER?
48 WISDOM OF SIGHT
49 WORD’S COMMUNICATION
50 WORDS WRITTEN

BIOGRAPHY
A New Era Of Prosperity Of
Goodness
Stranded by this moment of divinity
I search my soul for an answer
Looking to the ancient of beings
Whose wisdom and knowledge
Permeates amongst living souls of today
Reflections of the pain that brought us here
Yet unresolved to the matter's heart
Tribes of humanity on the same path
But blinded by the shared light of ignorance
Lubricated by the concepts of hope and faith
While wallowing in the desires of physical indulgence

Is it these elements that conspire?

To give cause to lament
Restricting progress to purpose
Fusing collective consciousness to a state of chaos
Rendering masters of devious plans contrived
Fuelling their power of manipulation
To structure an existence that renders futility
Futility of mind and body
Enslaving the wealth of individual souls

To beckon a higher order of divinity

To wash away these faults of sin
Is to mimic a child’s fantasy
For the power to render a new end
Lies in the depth of each mind
For the charge to this call
Is embodied within each new generation
Stored within the cellular equation
That manifests a worldly direction
A direction implanted by the origins of all
Scripted to an awakening of mind
With language’s meaning encrypted
Encoded to wisdom’s lock
That only time prescribed to understanding
Will find its combination to freedom’s wale
That which lies to manifest upon discovery
Will dissolve the shackles that now bind
Opening the gates of golden light’s enlightenment
Rendering the full power of humanities energy combined
To pursue at light’s speed to new beginnings
Beginning’s yet undefined by words that exist
That harkens a new era of prosperity of goodness
That lies beyond the power of mortal souls to conscript
Are My Words Worthy?
Of notable poets and writers of song
I ask of myself: Are my words worthy to belong?
To exist amongst this enviable, creative throng
Inventors of literary works that seem forever to live on

For I do humbly admit a truth

That from where in the mind’s eye
These thoughts to words do originate
A process I do not fully comprehend
So in the end, their purpose of meaning
Stand-alone and are not for me to defend.

So to you the reader, I do meekly submit

This collection I call my `work’
An eclectic array of representation
Of my thoughts, observations and at times
A mind seemingly gone berserk

So at the end of it all

It’s to your assessment I will acquiesce
To whether my prodigy of creation written
Ranks to be worthy and amongst the best
Or into the pile of the mundane it should fall
As Above – Is Below
I walk through this life’s time
To realize that all man-kind
Is in search to find
Its origins in space and time

Many postulations have been given

From creationist belief in a God-Son risen
To evolutionist belief in Darwinism
The primary sources of human divisionism

The irony lies in that both may be right

That life of all kinds comes from `the light’
But not from a God we can hold to sight
But to an infinite array of atomic elements in cosmic flight

`All that is above – is as is below’

This is the only truth one need know
And from it – origin’s understanding will grow
For it is from this truth - ALL life doth flow.
Beyond
I ascend from what was once me
Departed my soul does all see
The flash of this life magically unfolds
Images of my life story told
It is brief as in a moment
The good, the bad, cause for atonement
Spiraling this energy soul takes flight
Into a darkness beyond the night
Melding into the universal sphere
True purpose of reason becomes clear
It is no longer a matter of I or Me
But the One of All that be
Blind To The Light
As great minds of intellect and knowledge
Search for the Universal Truth to Creation
They would be blind to find it
Were it to stare them blatantly in the face
For their minds are clouded
With concepts of failed explanations
Ignoring the clues along their journey path
Clues buried in the simplicity of our Being
Clues meant for those who are seeing

Mother Nature in all her form

Offers up the pieces of the puzzle
For mankind to assemble to this Truth
But not seeing the proverbial `forest for the trees’
Humankind remains oblivious in its ignorance

The root to this disdain

Lay in the nature of mankind itself
Consumed by its egocentric greed
For self identity and adulation
Rewarded by monetary gain and pompous ceremony
Overriding and belittling
Conflicting theory of fact or postulation
Offered up by natural processes of nature’s
Timeless and proven test to the essence
Of physical being

Until manifestation of wisdom or cataclysm

Mankind will continue to claw and stumble its way
From the cavernous darkness that consumes his mind
Toward the brilliant light that beacons
The truth to questions it pronounces
Throughout the millennia
Only to discover with forlorn
That the Truth lay within and before him
All along
Chance Wave
My mind a sea of thoughts
Choked by the dense seaweed of unseen problems
Borne and fertilized by consciousness
To a morality of definition
That retards the flow to remedy’s solution

Falling deeper into the darkness abyss

Entwined and anchored by invisible chains
That ebb and weave like green serpents
Reflecting light’s shards of muted promise
Cutting through the murky waters of anticipation

Yielding to the last hope of survival

To be returned to the surface of replenishment
Buoyed by a life-jacket of forgiveness
To be renewed upon salvation’s shore
By a chance wave of strength’s want

Humbled and chilled to the bone of thanks

Livened by the grit of time’s aged sands
Emboldened by the warmth of land’s opportunities
I rise again to challenge life’s storms
To walk away from the retreating tide of self-loathing
Changes To Time's Promises Sinks
Into the depths of mental madness
Changes to time's promises sinks
Driven there by the energies
Of reflection's encounter brings
Tangled into the weaves of
Truth's hypocrisies seen
Milked by the teat
Of societal dreams weaned
Escape to this tragedy's
Path dismembered
Revisited forth year's
First Monday's November.
Creative Juncture
I am moved by the emotion of what could be
If my talent for writing they could see
The words I create meant to be shared
But it would seem no one really cares

So page after page I continue to write

Though they will never go beyond my day’s light
But for some reason I cannot stop
Putting expression to my mind’s random thought

This juncture I have come to time and time again

With hopes to purpose to defend
But this time around I am not quite sure
If my motivation or want – can endure
Detached
The TV monitor is a window to the world
What is displayed would make anyone want to hurl
The rhetoric and excuses of sound bites document the lies
Burying the truth the factions want to hide

Peoples suffering becomes just a video play

Hard to relate when you exist thousands of miles away
It is impossible to make tangible their hardships and pain
When it’s plays out just as would a video war game

The blood that flows when bodies are dismembered

A simple channel change will help not to remember
Flipping to Ophra or Dr. Phil - a way to forget
To elevate responsibility without regret

But what will happen when the video game becomes real
When the pain and suffering is here to feel
Will we look to TV viewers on the other side of the world?
To just sit back and watch our lives unfurl.
Economy’s Worse Scorn
I walk these streets of hell
Streets that from grace did fell
The lives that once here did flourish
Only now left to weeds to nourish
Gone is the laughter of children’s play
Families ruined forced to move away
Hardship by economy’s worse scorn
Told by stories of sadness and forlorn
Though the sky blue and the sun warm
The emptiness feels cold as a winter’s storm
Politics voice the promise of a better day
But from this vantage – it seems far, far away.
Evilness In Man
This world beguiled by evil and sin
Where those pompous with greed do win
They trod upon souls of goodwill
Whose loving blood they use to spill
To win wars of the elite’s contrive
Acrimony left to those who survive
All this in the view of a Davine
Purported creator of humankind
However truth in reality doth show
The evilness in man continues to grow
How long further can this way be defend?
Until amassed slaves revolt for its end
Exiled
Since the time
I was hatched
I’ve felt unattached
Lost and detached
Separated from the batch

A singular animal
Wondering this plain
That is life
Void of love’s emotion
Filled with internal strife

What fault makes it so?

Truly
I don’t know
Or to where it will lead
Is question on which I feed

No use to complain
For to death
It’s likely to remain
It’s only to my birth
That I breathe disdain
Forewarned
Life often goes down a precarious road
Where it will lead is ultimately known
Yet its surprises are what are left to be shown
So as you march down your life’s path
Be armed and forewarned of doom’s wrath
Though you may be fortunate not to find it so
This is good advice you should know:
Heed the warning signs they are all around
If money gets tight or you become home bound
An alternate path should be found
If friends disband or become disarmed
Its time to sound the alarm
If the day skies turn grey or dark as night
Maybe its time to take flight
What ever manifests that seems a curse
Just hold on to your hat – for it just might get worse!
Freedom to Choose
Society by in large does contrive
To keep its citizenry alive
By criminalizing suicide
But though we did not call for the start
We should be able to call for `the end’
So if you’re driven to be on board
Just walk that plank
Coz when it’s the end
There’s no one left
To thank
Fulfillment
I have awoken to thousands of sunrises
And lived thousands of sunsets
I have traveled to hundreds of countries
And experienced countless intriguing lives
And through this wealth to life gained
In this moment of contemplation
Though I may be alone in body
I am fueled by the knowledge retained
That energy to spirit soul
Is all to be needed - to sustain
GNN
GORRILLA NEWS NETWORK

I thought you were my cyber friend

But no longer this position can I defend
For the Blogs for you I have penned
Gets zero response I contend
So I ask myself – why bother to send?
Since the purpose of your site does portend
Is for dialogue be it constructive or offend
So to your following this opinion I do lend
Read what is written then extend
Your comments and ideas, a response to defend
Or to oblivion this site will descend
For lack of interest in GNN
In The Mean Time
It’s a rainy day
There is not much to do
So I thought I’d sit
And write something new

I’ve been in this time and place

Many times before
And often what I’ve written
Lay crumpled upon the floor

It may seem easy

To convey one’s thoughts
But the challenge is
To create an interesting plot

Now I am stuck
I don’t know what more to say
Maybe if I pause
A new thought will come my way

In the mean time

Don’t hold your breath
The next sentence
Is this poem’s death!
Intuition
I do not speak by authority
I do not speak by knowledge taught
I speak through intuition
Knowledge that cannot be bought

I am guided by an invisible source

Its strength of wisdom unknown
My curiosity charts the course
Toward all that need be known

Uncertain to what end is to be delivered

Or to what enlightenment I will find
But to this power I am considered
So to it, I am willing to resign
Lottery Spin
The wondrous images of what life could be
Play out on my TV
Just to think to win
The product of a lottery spin
Oh how my life could change
Newfound fortune and instant fame

But in the end is it all-real?

Or is it just my hard earn dollars they want to steal
By creating the illusion that life would be great?
Given the minuscule chance for it to be my fate

Unfortunately it will always be mine to wonder

Coz in the end only my pocket book did they plunder
Malfeasance?
Should the day come that I end this life
It is an act not taken out of strife
For the burden for matter existence is just a test
To learn the purpose of why it does manifest
But once that lesson is considered learned
It is for a higher order of energy that is yearned
And should it prove a rationale of reason
One to be just a malfeasant
Nothing is truly lost in the end
For into the `nothing’ this existence does contend
Most Loved One
I know - I’ve just begun

To live this life’s story

With - my most loved one

She is all I wish’d she be

She is God’s gift to me

With all her beauty - for my eyes see

To be with her for-ever and a day

Is all I need – I pray

My life is complete – since she came my way

I know - I’ve just begun

To live this life’s story

With - my most loved one

My Heart’s Desire
You are my one heart’s desire
Your love is what lights my fire
Without you my life would expire
I couldn’t get much higher

Your warmth is everything

Your embrace to you I cling
Your charm is what makes birds sing
I offer you my wedding ring

You couldn’t be more beautiful to me

Your smile and crystal eyes are all I see
Forever will you be with me
Then together for life we will be

To you I will always be true

Without you my life would be blue
For this is a love I never knew
It makes me nothing without you
Observance
What lonely soul are you
Sullen made blue
Encapsulated and removed
Separated from the two
Penance for deeds once true
Questions to answers review
One of the many few

Slithering through time’s tock

Void of planetary clock
Made to this life’s walk
Endless recoil – repetitious talk
Sheltered by nature’s frock
Given to purpose to mock
Delineating from the flock

Praying for terminus’ rein

Calloused to endless pain
Privy to endless refrain
Once thought as gain
Sought to wash the stain
Birth’s origin the blame
Witnessed by name

Testimony by life given

Soul expunge risen
To enlightenment driven
Lost by Hope’s schism
Blinded from reason’s vision
Duality of truth and division
Conceived by misguided revision
Orleans
Jazz my ass
Connick’s is the key
Piano keyboard play
Sultry like tropic heat
Trumpeted rhapsody
Iconic is the sound
Orleans’s style jazz
Coherent be the message
Down ‘n out - profound
Cobwebbed antiquity aged
Mirrored through faded paint
Creaky floorboards
Still bounce to ghostly beats
Jack Daniels bourbon
Giving rise to dancing streets
Seven days to Sunday
Are days for jazz’s celebration feat
Paradox To Logical Conclusion
That to which these words do speak
Are for other minds to reap
In them there may lie the clues
For what next is yet to do

The honesty from which they are borne

Can only be told once shorn
For to a promise they may not stand
As they are from the mind of mere, mortal man

Their tool for creation a matter of logical device

That, stemmed out of chaos, may yield a vice
As it cries for a strength that goes beyond faith
For the inherent paradox of incompleteness is their trait

There is a school of mind that says: it matters not

If the goal searched is what is sought
So be it, that this confluence does invent
Yielding license of this kind - to represent.
Prayer Song
You are the shining light
That – guides - my – way ---

It is to you I look
When - I - pray ---

You give me hope

On - the - darkest – of – days ---

Your love for me

Shows - no – bounds ---

And my faith in you

Strength - is – found ---

Your loving words

Are – source - to – inspire --

Your presence grace

To – take - me – higher ---
Rabbit Hole
Intuition is a misunderstood cosmic force
That leads Man down an unseen obstacle course
Only to find when he thinks he’s found the end of the road
Just like Alice – down the Rabbit’s Hole
It is just a new corner’s turn toward his elusive Goal
Rave
Absorbed into the dark and mist filled room
Music blaring loud – boom, boom
Half naked bodies with sweats smear
Faces manifested to drug’s induced sneer

Diffused colored light blinds the way

Stumbling over liquored dirt’s decay
Men of every age and decent
Thrash and grind without repent

The spellbinding weave of the DJ’s mix

Plays havoc on the mind’s fix
Of illusion’s contorted images from song
Collapsing bodies from drugs gone wrong

Reminiscent of the bowls of hell

Few wanting to break the spell
Telling secrets of this debaucheries paint
For want of their goodness to taint

This aged space void of day’s light

To realities unknown to give flight
To those of latent dark soul
The rave’s secret curse takes its toll
Reality’s Curtain
Flat screen, flat screen
Television window to my dreams
Your brilliance of light and colorful scenes
Manufacturing feelings gleeful and serine

I challenge your handheld device

To take me to places both naughty and nice
And for this only one lowly price
The minutes and hours that is my life

Fantasy and frolic that fill the room

Have me watching from noon to noon
To escape from realities depressing gloom
And the music – oh how it makes me swoon

If your charms were ever to escape my purview

I swear, I don’t know what I would do
For certain I would come unglued
Consumed by disappointment and feelings blue

Having gained a prominence of presence

By giving lives purpose and essence
Your purpose to all is undoubtedly certain
You provide a veil – a reality curtain.
Reconciled
I’ve come onto this world by chance
Shape-shifting into its trance
But I’ve resisted the dance
Obvious by just a glance

Troubles brew like a stew

Remedy’s search long overdue
Left looking for a clue
Not knowing what to do

Features flow through the brain

Some chaotic – others insane
Coz knowing they tarnish the name
Leaving others left to blame

I know this is a serious game

But not one I want to entertain
So let the others have the fame
Let ambition flow to the drain

Life has become a meaningless trip

So why not go down with the ship
Ending like a you-tube clip
Body housed in an underground crypt
Relentless War of Beliefs
For all the suffering and malcontent
Giving rise to hell on Earth - destruction bent
For the energies that are being ill-spent
Humanities dissolution is the final end event

Gory are the pictures of dead and the maimed

In whose honor is this blasphemy named
And in the end what is to be gained?
For some pious belief or altruistic fame.

I am tired of the need to descent

To throw stones that don’t even dent
Bullet chamber in reply being spent
When will this needless human suffering relent?

The factions on each side

To ancient belief they blindly abide
But the reality will not hide
When today’s loved ones are the ones to die
Relevance
I travel this path to this life given
Distracted from seeking the truth to Being
Though my mind has not been dulled to its presence

It is the search for this truth to enlightenment

That my spirit seeks its knowing
That I may flourish by the fruits of its giving
To in turn be empowered with its teaching
That those others in my presence
May too favor from its reward
Retirement
Each day begins the same as the last
And it ends just as fast

How the hours in a day are consumed

Poses a hard question to answer true

I know from the time I awake

There is not one minute of time I waste

A diddle here – a diddle there

Most times wearing less then under-ware

And so it goes – day in and day out

So maddeningly fast I just want to shout

Shout out that it need not be so

At this time in my life – it should be slow

So if you are contemplating a life like mine

I offer you this little rhyme

And from this moment forward I’m gonna try

To let the days and weeks – just ease on by
Retrospect
Looking back from Destiny’s Plan
A life’s path followed – to be a Man
Search for a truth – to understand
Through knowledge – telling: You can!
Void of a partner to offer a helping hand

Alone to face the world

Hoping the guiding rope does not unfurl

Experience to wisdom an only reward

Before fate pulls life’s energy cord
Second Fiddle
Amongst my contemporaries in the orchestra pit
Violin poised I comfortably sit
Awaiting the wave of the conductor’s wand
Begrudgingly watching the star violinist walk on

He is a young fellow possibly half my age

Taking position on center stage
As the music score beings to be played
I can’t help the welling of my rage

I sit behind this upstart feeling bitter

As the spot light highlights this star’s glitter
My mind taunted by the unsolved riddle
As to why I am playing second fiddle

I’ve plied my musical talent over several years

Hoping just once to garner the audience’s cheers
But maybe for once and for last
I must finally accept my time for fame has past
Shadow Of My Soul
My thoughts are seasoned through the years
By all I have seen, tried and feared
Hoping to reflect them through my words
To capture the essence, at times to disturb

Delving into the richness and darkness of my soul

To expunge all that I have come to know
Flowered by the pain and joy they hold
Captured by a passage of want, to be told

At times I flounder for purpose of need

To know that my message to be received
Is of a voice found and echoing a truth
A truth that others will discover and believe

Much is said and left unread

Only for history to discover
The greatness through the passion of written word
For its author, only dust left to be disturbed

Will this be the fate of my prose?

Yellowed pages with faint ink’s stain
Thoughts to words left unknown
A shadow of what and who in this life, I became
Song
What is a song?
But a band of frequency played
Echoing through the channels
Of a Mind on any given day

Bellowing out emotion

Tunes of varying kind
Tears of sorrow’s lost
Or those yet to find

The words strike a chord

That channel to the heart
Remembrances of yesterday
Lost from the start

Flashback forward
Melody’s genre play
The artist’s voice insignificant
It’s what the images say

Unresolved to intent or ploy

Skip to the next beat
On I-pod toy
‘Til movement finds its feet
Survival Of Survivors
They who feed
From the toil
Of their own hands
Need not envy
Those who feed
From the feeder’s trough

For it is they
The latter of them
That in the end
Will toil
For their survival

Their wisdom’s inheritance given up

Relinquished for the price of ease
Their judgment of mind
Made seemingly blind
To tomorrow’s needs!
Take Comfort
I lay me down for my final sleep
Relinquishing this body to the earth to reap
Those who loved me I know may weep
But understand – it is just bones and meat

My Soul – the truth of Who I Am

Is now neither woman nor man
But Spirit energy – part of the Universal Plan
That Only through death can One truly Understand

The Knowledge to Life we search for

Is begotten Only at Death’s Door
Why is it so? – I do not Rightly know
Might it be the energy to life’s flow?

To you the living - take comfort

For in time – this Truth will come
A time when your Spirit too
Will join the All – the Universal One
That Door
I am falling deeper into the caverns of my mind
Searching for the answer to questions I find hard to define
It has been a life-long journey at times wayward to this truth
The road laden with obstacles – my age is the proof
At times I cry at the realization
The realization that I am lost

People give me comfort to know that I am real

But somehow the quality to be loved – is one I don’t feel
Those in my life try to bring me comfort
But they don’t understand
How can they when I don’t - or can

I read and search to explore for a clue

Something to tell me what to do
My brain registers but does not respond
Leading me to ask incessantly – why to I go on?

Fear is an answer that comes to my mind

Not the fear of death – but that Nothing is what I find
It is like a shut door – in an empty room
The seeming goal: to be on the other side
And Death - the only ticket to the ride

I truly do not want to die

It will make too many sad and want to cry
Though I know this is not my true ambition
I am tired of repeating this same old rendition
So, what do I do – where do I go?
Please help me: I obviously don’t know!

What more can I say that I haven’t before

Soon it may be time – to ride through that Door!
The Last
I am fully dispensed
I have nothing more to say
No one reads what I write
Any way

Words to paper
Nothing more
Piled up, collecting dust
On my bedroom floor

What was my motive?

Going down this path
I guess not knowing to cry
Or breakout in a laugh

So here it is the last

Of what I will write
Some may say – not so fast
I’ll just say: too bad and good night!
To Find Another
I’m not look’n to even the score
But when you walk out that door
Say’n you don’t want me anymore

I’m sure it’s been said before that,

You’re just a two-time’n whore

I was a sucker to your lure

No longer – you can be sure

So go peddle your love

To some-other sucker slug
Addict him - with your love drug

Coz the shackles that once bound me

Are no longer – your going sets me free
To find another – to truly love me
Truancy of Love
I am burdened by the truancy of your love
Your blindness to my passions
Has become my source of pain
I don’t think you even know my name

How can I find your affection?

When you are sightless to my direction
I am a humbled being in search of love
My failing - it is to you I have come

Your beauty is mine to behold

To feed my memory as I grow old
For as I stand before you today
I am certain now – our love song will never play.
Universal Prayer: Oneness To All
This is not prayer seeking divine forgiveness
This is not prayer seeking divine healing
This is not prayer seeking divine love
This is not prayer in worship of a divine creator

This is prayer of Enlightenment

This is prayer of Knowledge
This is prayer of Connection
This is prayer of Oneness to All

For I am one with all that is

That my Soul’s energy
Is given to the power of Enlightenment
That the Oneness of All
Be recognized as creator to the All that exists

This enlightenment to the Oneness to All

Gives empowerment to the Knowledge:

That Connected - all that ails is healed

That Connected - all will arise harmonious in the Universe
That Connected - all will derive energies of love universal
That Connected - all will become One with the Universe

Let the light that is my soul’s energy

Flow out to the universe
So that all may benefit from its power
That my soul’s void be filled with the energies of their love.

Let the energy of love shine and emanate from you such that you may
receive mine in return.

To the Oneness - to All

Unmarked Door
I am willing to explore into the darkness my mind doth
manifest
It does not frighten me for I know it is just a test
A test to a greater understanding of the All that be
Even that beyond what the eyes of sight and mind can see
I let loose the reins that might inhibit the chart to explore
I am willing to transit the unmarked door
But the limits of foot on ground does prevail
Leading to a yearning for this Soul to set sail
Into a universe of energy and cosmic charge
To be set free from this physical litharge
But if the truth to be known that nothing is there to be found
It will matter not for I will at best, be one with the ground
Why Are We Together?
Since we’ve been together

We don’t see eye to eye

I don’t know the reason

We just don’t say goodbye

Is it a chance for a new tomorrow?

To give it one - more – try---

Just one more try

Before we say good - bye

Since we’ve been together

You’ve caused me a lot of pain

In a moment of anger

I just wanna cut your chain

But for just one more try

Before we say good-bye

It’s a chance for a new tomorrow?

To give it one - more – try---

Since we are together

We might end up – eye to eye

With Just one more try

Wisdom of Sight
I know not what you aspire to
But this is a character I see in you:

A young man sensitive to plight of pain

One whose tears are masked by the rain
Whose message of word may be indirect
But it’s to the carnage and greed they reflect
The suffering of humanity on every level
A tribulation often blamed on the Devil

The strength of word deemed profound

Humbled by your youth of ground

The intent here is not to fame

That what you have created in your name
But to tell the world of this power source
To listen – to help it - to get back on course

So as you ponder words to your next verse

Hear my whisper – `You are not cursed’
For you have been chosen with wisdom of sight
And it is this gift - you need bring to day’s light.
Word’s Communication
The weaving of Words
Can be the Undoing
To forfeit an End
Or it’s Ensuing
Fomented in the Minds
Of the Unassuming

Structure and Context

The frame of it’s Intent
The Goal of its Inventor
For Minds to be Bent

Objective or Subjective
Neither is of Concern
The Outcome the Objective
Is what need be Learned
And for the World to Discern

So Heed this Warning

For What it is Giving
Lost to the Mind-Dead
Left to the Life’s Living
Words Written
I expel from my mind thoughts of fear
Through words others may not want to hear
Their roots too may not be obviously clear
But it’s to their truth that I hold so dear

My eyes view the cascade of human distress

My mind deciphers words that are best
For my hands to express the unrest
To render an emotion and nothing less

To whose eyes these words may befall

Is not my telling, not my call
Though their meaning just might install
A course of action to avoid a fall

So I submit to you on a humble note

That my intent of reason is not to gloat
But that which fails to come from voice of throat
Are words written to symbolize causes that denote.
 The End

Thank You For Taking Your Time To Read SPONTENEITY!

SPONTENEITY
Biography:
I am the son of immigrant parents and a sibling to seven brothers and sisters who
arrived in Canada six months following my birth in 1948, November 20th to be
precise. I had a typical middle-class upbringing in a Roman Catholic household
though my parents were not a pious couple by any stretch. The role the Catholic
Church has played in my life contributes much to my current mind set as relates to
not just religion but to politics as well. I am curious by nature as is reflected in the
diversity of my world travels and my inquisitiveness into a plethora of subject. Often I
think I may be a good candidate for the definition that is A.D.D. (Attention Deficit
Disorder) in that I can jump from one subject to another before capturing the full
essence of any. Jokingly: a practioner of much but master of none!

It was with the advent of affordable personal computers that I effectively began to
write my thoughts. This would have been approximately 1993. What spawned this
event had more to do with circumstance of the time. I was affectively unemployed
having just closed a thriving business due to a serious economic recession at the time
and had to find a way to both consume idle time and to put to virtual paper that
which had occupied my creative mind for some time prior.

Initially, I began by writing what could be deemed an attempt at screenplays. The first
of these was a story line I had imagined some year’s prior and to that point had never
committed to paper due to a lack of proper tool to do so hence the computer. Once
started I effectively have not stopped since.

Over the years I began to write poems. The experience served as catharsis to the fits of
depression I was encountering imposed by life changes I was experiencing. This
becomes quite evident by the content of much that I wrote in the earlier days of my
writing evolution.

With the advent of the new millennium, the start of the 21st Century and major
political and social change that followed the year 2000 presidential election in the
United States my poetry began to reflect my concern for the dark days that I foresaw
manifesting.

My writing during this period leading to current day attempts to identify with a
concern for changes to liberty and freedoms and the injustices imposed by major
upheavals in the socio-economic norms held by mankind over prior years.
Unjustified wars, global corporatization, attacks on the World Trade Center in 2001,
financial and economic collapse, social injustices through militarization of homeland
security associated with a perceived terrorist threat have all contributed to the words I
have written.

My approach to writing can best be described as spontaneous. By this I mean not

much forethought goes into a particular piece. Typically a string of words pop into my
head or a glimpse of something innocuous appears on the television screen that will
garner an idea to which I will commence writing and in a matter of several minutes I
will have a draft of a poem written. At times upon reviewing a previously written
poem I ask myself from where did such imagery of word come? It seems at times that
I am merely a vehicle for some external consciousness wanting to express itself.

To date I have written several hundred poems covering the full spectrum of subject
and not to the exclusion of some rather `spicy’ pieces broaching the realm of explicit
sexuality. It is all a matter of mood, reflection and stimulus that combine to generate
thoughts to word then word to virtual paper.

My only wish with respect to my writing is that it will spark a seed of thought to an
idea or perspective a reader may not have considered until then.

Joseph Parascandalo
2009