Was just letting my fingers do the walking, so to speak, and came across your page. Haven't time to write more as it's 01.00 where I am, over here in London, U.K., but would like to say how much I have received by reading some of the things you've written. Stunning stuff, if you don't mind me saying.
Anyway, I shall be in touch again and hope our paths coincide.
All the best from over here to you over there.
Take care (and I think what you do to earn one's daily crust, is admirable).
The weather is guetting very cold up here in the Québec montains....Your nice poeme warm my spirit.....Namastee to you ..Dear James...
At 6:38pm on September 30, 2009, pam steffgen said…
remember next time I am in that part of the world we should meet Pam
At 6:29pm on September 30, 2009, pam steffgen said…
Hi, lovely man,enjoy yourpoems and words.I have not been going to IPEACE in a while,have missed things. I will be more dedicatedEACE and LIGHT Pam
At 10:52pm on September 24, 2009, pam steffgen said…
High James,thank you for the nice note I would love to be friends I come to Nevada county,and that area fairly often.Have friends in San Raphael,Love Northern Cal!!!! Peace out Pam
THE WORLD CRASHED THROUGH MY WINDOW THE OTHER DAY
LIKE A BRICK WRAPPED TIGHTLY
IN THE MILLENIUM OLD LAUNDRY OF MY SPECIES
FILLED WITH THE EXCREMENT
OF OUR BANKRUPT PHILOSOPHIES’
RATIONALE FOR DEVASTATING THE PLANET
OF ITS LOWER FOOD CHAIN EXISTENCE
EVEN ITS OWN KIND WHO THREATEN THEIR GOAL
OF DEVELOPING AND/OR PLUNDERING NATIONS
FOR THE WEALTH AND NOT THE GOOD
IF ANY IT MIGHT BRING
MAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN
SHOWED ITS UGLY FACE TO ME
LIKE A STRIPTEASE HOPING TO DISGUST
RATHER THAN ALLURE
UNDISTURBED BY MY PROTESTATIONS
WHICH WERE SEEN AS ONLY A CHALLENGE
OR INVITATION TO IMPROVE
THE DEVIOUSNESS AND EFFECTIVENESS
OF ITS TORTUOUS METHODS
ALL IN THE NAME OF DEMOCRACY,
DEFENDING THE HOMELAND OR ITS RELIGION
MADE BY MAN IN THE DISTORTED IMAGE
OF IMAGINARY DEITIES
WHO IF TRULY EXISTED WOULD HAVE KILLED THEMSELVES OR LEFT LONG AGO IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT,
HOPING NONE WOULD NOTICE THEIR IMPERFECTIONS
WHICH NOW WREAK HAVOC ON US ALL IN THEIR NAME
A CHILD WALKED INTO MY CLASSROOM
CRYING YESTERDAY
HER BROTHER HAD BEEN KILLED BY A STRAY BULLET MEANT FOR ANOTHER
IT PASSED THROUGH HIS HEART
AND INTO THE BELLY OF A PREGNANT MOTHER
LEAVING ONE FOR DEAD AND TWO OTHERS
AT THE MERCY OF UNINSURED HEALTHCARE
HOW CAN YOU COMFORT THIS SORROW
HOW CAN YOU DERAIL THESE HORRORS
AND THEIR INCLEMENT DESPAIR
MY EMBRACE WAS ONLY TEMPORARY COMFORT
FOR THIS RANDOM LOSS OF INNOCENCE
WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THOSE TEARS TURN
TO HATRED
AND STATISTICAL REVENGE ADDING TO THE SORROW
AS THE DOMINOE FALLS TOWARD ANOTHER TOMORROW WITH AN EVER RIPPLING EXPANSION OF WOE
THIS IS THE REALITY WE DON'T SEE
ON THE COMMERCIAL NEWS
IN BETWEEN THE PRODUCTS THEY MAKE US CRAVE
FOR THEIR EXPANDING PROFIT MARGINS
THESE ARE THE DARKER ANGELS
WHO NOW ROAM FREELY ACROSS OUR PLANET
WITH THE BLESSING
OF QUESTIONABLY CHOSEN LEADERS CONSENT
WHILE WE SIT COMPLACENTLY
IN OUR LIVING ROOMS DYING
FROM THE CHEMICALS WE INGEST
WHILE TRANSFIXED ON PLASMA SCREENS
SURFING THE WEBS WE NOW FIND OURSELVES WITHIN
WHILE A NEWLY EVOLVED SPIDER DESCENDS SLOWLY GRINNING IRONY’S SARCASTIC REFRAIN
JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DYING SPECIES
DESCENDING SLOWLY ON THE PROVERBIAL FOOD CHAIN
IF DREAMS WERE THE WINGS OF FLIGHTLESS BIRDS
AND THE HOPES OF HUMANITY DEPENDED
UPON THE WANDERING DREAMS OF THE UNBORN
OUR THOUGHTS WOULD PREVAIL IN DELIGHT
AS IF A BATTLE OF ETERNAL WITS
AGAINST ALL THAT IS WRONG WITH OUR DYING WORLD
EVEN IF WE SHOULD SUFFER A SETBACK
OR EVEN A LOSS IN OUR PURSUIT
OUR MERE EFFORTS AGAINST WINDMILLS
WOULD UNDERLINE THE JUSTNESS OF OUR CAUSE
AND PROPEL OUR UNITY AGAINST
ALL THAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD
TO SET IT RIGHT ONE DAY SOON
IN SPITE OF THE INSURMOUNTABLE WALL WE NOW FACE
DESPITE THE ODDS IT MAY ALL BE LOST IN THE OUTCOME
WE ARE DETERMINED TO VENTURE FORWARD
INTO THE DEPTHS OF THE DARKEST NIGHT
BEYOND THE REALM OF COULD NEVER BE
AND INTO THE FACE OF DESPOTIC ANGER
WHERE OUR FOCUS AND EFFORTS
ARE UNIFIED SOMEDAY SOON
TO REVEL IN THE WELCOME OF OUR VICTORY
THOUGH GENERATIONS TO COME
MAY PICK UP OUR FALLEN FLAG
TO MOVE FORWARD INTO INCLEMENT NIGHT
WE KNOW WITHIN OUR OFTEN QUESTIONING SPIRITS
ONE DAY SOON UPON SOME DISTANT SHORE OF TIME
OUR WAR WILL BE WON AGAINST THIS TERRIBLE PLIGHT
AND THOSE WHO WILL FOLLOW
WILL SING OF OUR BATTLES AGAINST WHAT COULD NEVER BE
AND REVEL IN THE WONDER FOR ALL IN OUR EVENTUAL VICTORY
A LIFETIME OF TOMORROWS
LIVED ALL IN ONE DAY
FILLED WITH THOSE ROUTINE SORROWS
AND PROMISES MADE OR BETRAYED
EACH MIND FILLED WITH WONDER
YET HOW EASILY DECEIVED
OR FILLED WITH DESPAIR, FEAR OR WORRY
IMPATIENTLY AWAITING DEATH TO RELIEVE
A WORLD WITH SO MUCH PROMISE
AFTER TIME ABANDONS ALL HOPE
TO INEVITABLE VIOLENCE OR APATHY
THE ONLY WAY FOUND LEFT TO COPE
MINDS FILLED WITH MEMORIES HAUNTING STILL
EACH ROOM ENTERED OR EVERY PHOTOS REFLECTION
CHERISHED DEARLY DESPITE POSSIBLE ILL WILL
OR THE PAINFUL REMINDERS OF HUMAN IMPERFECTION
I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT SHE WAS ALL ABOUT
THE LOFTING LAUGHTER
DANGLING UPON THE TREE OF TOMORROW
WHISTLING TO SOMEONE ELSE'S MELODY
WHILE WADING THROUGH THE SHALLOW DEPTHS
OF ANOTHER'S LAUGHTER
UNAWARE OF THE DICHOTOMY REGARDING HER SMILE
AS SHE WADED MINDLESSLY THROUGH THE MIRE
OF ENDLESS VERSE INVOLVING MY FRAILTIES
IN CONJECTURE SHE WHISPERED A MEANINGLESS REPLY
I LOOKED BACK IN ANGER
HOPING TO FIND CONVICTION
WITHIN HER DISTORTED SMILE
THERE I WAS PRONE TO THE MEMORIES
THAT NEVER KNEW MY NAME
WHILE SCREAMING MINDLESSLY
FOR REDEMPTION
AS THE WIND ECHOED MY CLAIM
SO HERE I AM CAPTURED
UPON A WRINKLED PAGE
SEARCHING FOR AN ANSWER
ENCAPSULED UPON ANOTHER POET'S UNWRITTEN RAGE
WHICH ELOQUENTLY DESCRIBES A CHILD
WANDERING THROUGH THROUGH TOMORROW
BEGGING FOR A QUESTION
TO RESPOND TO ALL THIS UNREALIZED SORROW
WHO WAS I ,MERE MORTAL
TO WADE PRECARIOUSLY THROUGH THIS GLEE
EVER WONDERING IN BETWEEN THE MINDLESS CHATTER
THAT BROUGHT YOU BACK TO ME
THERE UPON THE UNWRITTEN PAGE
OF UNREADABLE POETRY
WHILE MY TEARS FILLED EACH PAGE
OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
BUT WILL SURELY NEVER BE
MORE THAN WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
UPON THIS NEVER ENDING CONJECTURE
CAPTURED WITHIN MERE MORTAL MISERY
Disabling encyclical of devotional dearth by james a. galgano
The faith of fallen steeples
The church of empty pews
The congregation of questionable morality
Plastered upon the page of daily unwritten news
The intolerance of sanctimonious Pharisees
Sheltered in their suburban castles
With moats of ignorance preventing capture
By a crusade of diverse logic
In the backrooms and bedrooms
Of the most holy and revered
Who lead the cloven masses
To slaughter or to crucify once more
What they are unable to understand
Demanding that the ran tings of middle eastern griots
Plastered on the printed page is a message from the creator
That must be strictly followed
Exactly as the powers that be decide
Any violators are condemned
To ridicule, ostracization, and even death
All fomented by the narrow road of hate
Their faithful choose to blindly follow
Over the edge into a promised heavenly abyss
That supposedly awaits their misconceived devotion
But they find nothing by quiet void
To comfort their nonexistent souls
Just a tombstone’s brief elegy
Or an obituaries humbling gospel
Of the religiously deceived
Who like fallen angels find themselves? Back on a familiar shore or disappearing horizon
In the shadows of each falling steeple they passed through
Dust upon each of their empty pews
Now but the remnants of an absent congregation
Swept out with the shadows of their previous rage
Into the sunlight with the remains of their victims
Together again stardust drifting towards
Tomorrow’s unwritten soliloquy from some unknown source
In the not too distant future where we will all find ourselves
Once more in unity of purpose
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thank you for adding me, dear James.
i gladly welcome your friendship. and i like your poetry ... !
can i share some with my friends ?
have an inspired & fulfilling week ! (o)
Thank you, James, for becoming my friend.
Love & Peace…
Namastê!
Lavínia
love sue
Was just letting my fingers do the walking, so to speak, and came across your page. Haven't time to write more as it's 01.00 where I am, over here in London, U.K., but would like to say how much I have received by reading some of the things you've written. Stunning stuff, if you don't mind me saying.
Anyway, I shall be in touch again and hope our paths coincide.
All the best from over here to you over there.
Take care (and I think what you do to earn one's daily crust, is admirable).
BY JAMES A. GALGANO………
THE WORLD CRASHED THROUGH MY WINDOW THE OTHER DAY
LIKE A BRICK WRAPPED TIGHTLY
IN THE MILLENIUM OLD LAUNDRY OF MY SPECIES
FILLED WITH THE EXCREMENT
OF OUR BANKRUPT PHILOSOPHIES’
RATIONALE FOR DEVASTATING THE PLANET
OF ITS LOWER FOOD CHAIN EXISTENCE
EVEN ITS OWN KIND WHO THREATEN THEIR GOAL
OF DEVELOPING AND/OR PLUNDERING NATIONS
FOR THE WEALTH AND NOT THE GOOD
IF ANY IT MIGHT BRING
MAN'S INHUMANITY TO MAN
SHOWED ITS UGLY FACE TO ME
LIKE A STRIPTEASE HOPING TO DISGUST
RATHER THAN ALLURE
UNDISTURBED BY MY PROTESTATIONS
WHICH WERE SEEN AS ONLY A CHALLENGE
OR INVITATION TO IMPROVE
THE DEVIOUSNESS AND EFFECTIVENESS
OF ITS TORTUOUS METHODS
ALL IN THE NAME OF DEMOCRACY,
DEFENDING THE HOMELAND OR ITS RELIGION
MADE BY MAN IN THE DISTORTED IMAGE
OF IMAGINARY DEITIES
WHO IF TRULY EXISTED WOULD HAVE KILLED THEMSELVES OR LEFT LONG AGO IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT,
HOPING NONE WOULD NOTICE THEIR IMPERFECTIONS
WHICH NOW WREAK HAVOC ON US ALL IN THEIR NAME
A CHILD WALKED INTO MY CLASSROOM
CRYING YESTERDAY
HER BROTHER HAD BEEN KILLED BY A STRAY BULLET MEANT FOR ANOTHER
IT PASSED THROUGH HIS HEART
AND INTO THE BELLY OF A PREGNANT MOTHER
LEAVING ONE FOR DEAD AND TWO OTHERS
AT THE MERCY OF UNINSURED HEALTHCARE
HOW CAN YOU COMFORT THIS SORROW
HOW CAN YOU DERAIL THESE HORRORS
AND THEIR INCLEMENT DESPAIR
MY EMBRACE WAS ONLY TEMPORARY COMFORT
FOR THIS RANDOM LOSS OF INNOCENCE
WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THOSE TEARS TURN
TO HATRED
AND STATISTICAL REVENGE ADDING TO THE SORROW
AS THE DOMINOE FALLS TOWARD ANOTHER TOMORROW WITH AN EVER RIPPLING EXPANSION OF WOE
THIS IS THE REALITY WE DON'T SEE
ON THE COMMERCIAL NEWS
IN BETWEEN THE PRODUCTS THEY MAKE US CRAVE
FOR THEIR EXPANDING PROFIT MARGINS
THESE ARE THE DARKER ANGELS
WHO NOW ROAM FREELY ACROSS OUR PLANET
WITH THE BLESSING
OF QUESTIONABLY CHOSEN LEADERS CONSENT
WHILE WE SIT COMPLACENTLY
IN OUR LIVING ROOMS DYING
FROM THE CHEMICALS WE INGEST
WHILE TRANSFIXED ON PLASMA SCREENS
SURFING THE WEBS WE NOW FIND OURSELVES WITHIN
WHILE A NEWLY EVOLVED SPIDER DESCENDS SLOWLY GRINNING IRONY’S SARCASTIC REFRAIN
JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF A DYING SPECIES
DESCENDING SLOWLY ON THE PROVERBIAL FOOD CHAIN
BY JAMES A. GALGANO
the miracle which brought those tiny eyes
to my ever loving embrace
and serenaded me with your many tears
as if abandoned to the night
breaking this hulking extremity in two
as each tiny hand clung to my soul for dear life
yet each innocent laughter constantly
redeemed me from my constant imperfections
while i fed you, changed you and lullabyed you
in my loving arms to sleep
with each new day a wonderous memory unfolded
in your persistent presence
as you recreated life in your own image
to my unsuspecting audience of one
while you melted the anger from my heart
how can one be upset with each hopeful tomorrow
your first words , your first steps your first loss of teeth
are with me still, having built a palace in this aging heart
and haunts my dreams as i sleep
your first day of school and first failing grade
linked me to my own past and parents arms
how often we forget those moments
which return with your next birthday cake
reminding us of our own imperfections
with each parental mistake
nevertheless here we are on this your graduation day
on this your wedding day or as we sent you off to sea
fighting for some questionable policy
praying to a god we no longer believed in
to bring you back home alive to me
standing over your flag draped coffin
which brought you back much too obediently
in the confines of this broken heart
filled with each recurring memory
cherished conversation and embrace
a bumper sticker still scars my soul
proud parent on board this ship of mystery
still reflects upon this my wrinkling face
Peace, love and light to you and all.
BY JAMES A. GALGANO
IF DREAMS WERE THE WINGS OF FLIGHTLESS BIRDS
AND THE HOPES OF HUMANITY DEPENDED
UPON THE WANDERING DREAMS OF THE UNBORN
OUR THOUGHTS WOULD PREVAIL IN DELIGHT
AS IF A BATTLE OF ETERNAL WITS
AGAINST ALL THAT IS WRONG WITH OUR DYING WORLD
EVEN IF WE SHOULD SUFFER A SETBACK
OR EVEN A LOSS IN OUR PURSUIT
OUR MERE EFFORTS AGAINST WINDMILLS
WOULD UNDERLINE THE JUSTNESS OF OUR CAUSE
AND PROPEL OUR UNITY AGAINST
ALL THAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD
TO SET IT RIGHT ONE DAY SOON
IN SPITE OF THE INSURMOUNTABLE WALL WE NOW FACE
DESPITE THE ODDS IT MAY ALL BE LOST IN THE OUTCOME
WE ARE DETERMINED TO VENTURE FORWARD
INTO THE DEPTHS OF THE DARKEST NIGHT
BEYOND THE REALM OF COULD NEVER BE
AND INTO THE FACE OF DESPOTIC ANGER
WHERE OUR FOCUS AND EFFORTS
ARE UNIFIED SOMEDAY SOON
TO REVEL IN THE WELCOME OF OUR VICTORY
THOUGH GENERATIONS TO COME
MAY PICK UP OUR FALLEN FLAG
TO MOVE FORWARD INTO INCLEMENT NIGHT
WE KNOW WITHIN OUR OFTEN QUESTIONING SPIRITS
ONE DAY SOON UPON SOME DISTANT SHORE OF TIME
OUR WAR WILL BE WON AGAINST THIS TERRIBLE PLIGHT
AND THOSE WHO WILL FOLLOW
WILL SING OF OUR BATTLES AGAINST WHAT COULD NEVER BE
AND REVEL IN THE WONDER FOR ALL IN OUR EVENTUAL VICTORY
BY JAMES A. GALGANO
A LIFETIME OF TOMORROWS
LIVED ALL IN ONE DAY
FILLED WITH THOSE ROUTINE SORROWS
AND PROMISES MADE OR BETRAYED
EACH MIND FILLED WITH WONDER
YET HOW EASILY DECEIVED
OR FILLED WITH DESPAIR, FEAR OR WORRY
IMPATIENTLY AWAITING DEATH TO RELIEVE
A WORLD WITH SO MUCH PROMISE
AFTER TIME ABANDONS ALL HOPE
TO INEVITABLE VIOLENCE OR APATHY
THE ONLY WAY FOUND LEFT TO COPE
MINDS FILLED WITH MEMORIES HAUNTING STILL
EACH ROOM ENTERED OR EVERY PHOTOS REFLECTION
CHERISHED DEARLY DESPITE POSSIBLE ILL WILL
OR THE PAINFUL REMINDERS OF HUMAN IMPERFECTION
B y james a. galgano
I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT SHE WAS ALL ABOUT
THE LOFTING LAUGHTER
DANGLING UPON THE TREE OF TOMORROW
WHISTLING TO SOMEONE ELSE'S MELODY
WHILE WADING THROUGH THE SHALLOW DEPTHS
OF ANOTHER'S LAUGHTER
UNAWARE OF THE DICHOTOMY REGARDING HER SMILE
AS SHE WADED MINDLESSLY THROUGH THE MIRE
OF ENDLESS VERSE INVOLVING MY FRAILTIES
IN CONJECTURE SHE WHISPERED A MEANINGLESS REPLY
I LOOKED BACK IN ANGER
HOPING TO FIND CONVICTION
WITHIN HER DISTORTED SMILE
THERE I WAS PRONE TO THE MEMORIES
THAT NEVER KNEW MY NAME
WHILE SCREAMING MINDLESSLY
FOR REDEMPTION
AS THE WIND ECHOED MY CLAIM
SO HERE I AM CAPTURED
UPON A WRINKLED PAGE
SEARCHING FOR AN ANSWER
ENCAPSULED UPON ANOTHER POET'S UNWRITTEN RAGE
WHICH ELOQUENTLY DESCRIBES A CHILD
WANDERING THROUGH THROUGH TOMORROW
BEGGING FOR A QUESTION
TO RESPOND TO ALL THIS UNREALIZED SORROW
WHO WAS I ,MERE MORTAL
TO WADE PRECARIOUSLY THROUGH THIS GLEE
EVER WONDERING IN BETWEEN THE MINDLESS CHATTER
THAT BROUGHT YOU BACK TO ME
THERE UPON THE UNWRITTEN PAGE
OF UNREADABLE POETRY
WHILE MY TEARS FILLED EACH PAGE
OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
BUT WILL SURELY NEVER BE
MORE THAN WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN
UPON THIS NEVER ENDING CONJECTURE
CAPTURED WITHIN MERE MORTAL MISERY
The faith of fallen steeples
The church of empty pews
The congregation of questionable morality
Plastered upon the page of daily unwritten news
The intolerance of sanctimonious Pharisees
Sheltered in their suburban castles
With moats of ignorance preventing capture
By a crusade of diverse logic
In the backrooms and bedrooms
Of the most holy and revered
Who lead the cloven masses
To slaughter or to crucify once more
What they are unable to understand
Demanding that the ran tings of middle eastern griots
Plastered on the printed page is a message from the creator
That must be strictly followed
Exactly as the powers that be decide
Any violators are condemned
To ridicule, ostracization, and even death
All fomented by the narrow road of hate
Their faithful choose to blindly follow
Over the edge into a promised heavenly abyss
That supposedly awaits their misconceived devotion
But they find nothing by quiet void
To comfort their nonexistent souls
Just a tombstone’s brief elegy
Or an obituaries humbling gospel
Of the religiously deceived
Who like fallen angels find themselves? Back on a familiar shore or disappearing horizon
In the shadows of each falling steeple they passed through
Dust upon each of their empty pews
Now but the remnants of an absent congregation
Swept out with the shadows of their previous rage
Into the sunlight with the remains of their victims
Together again stardust drifting towards
Tomorrow’s unwritten soliloquy from some unknown source
In the not too distant future where we will all find ourselves
Once more in unity of purpose
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