Wind Of Change

Autumn blew in

I heard it’s sigh

Melancholy of days gone by

Tho the sun was bright

And the day was high

It was time, anon, for birds to fly

The breeze was warm

I felt it’s breath

On my arms, my face, my neck

Signaling the Summer’s death

With a hint of circumspect

I heard it whisper in my ear

To hold on close to all that’s dear

Yet, not to worry. Not to fear.

The time had come to clear the air

Breathing in and breathing out

I let this zephyr cleanse me

Allowing me to ready for

The new season that awaits me

A Moment In All Moments

The cacophony was sudden

Overwhelming and defined

A white, hot bolt of lightening

Transcending me through time

It struck whilst I was driving

A pain from left left to right

Did, indeed,

shoot through my head

But there was no fright

For what I saw before me

Was everything that is

And everything that was before

and everything to be

Time in all dimensions

As I drove along

Realizing, as I did,

my vision was not wrong

Clutching firmly to the steering


I drove on up the hill

Entering each of those realms

For in each, I was instilled

To be another me of me

Yet each one the same as I

A kaleidoscope so infinite

Seen through a million eyes

At last I reached the apex

The road before, just that

Lazily I took the plunge

My senses keen, relaxed

I made it to the store and home

In this dimension that I know

Where everything is just as I

Remember from before

And now I sit and wonder

The evening soft and low

In all of those other lives

Just where did I go?

When, Now, Then

Once, when I was,

there was no other cause

For things were as they should be

Yet lately I’ve known

of another home

That keeps calling to me

It is somewhere close

but far from here

Tugging at my core

Tho the grass is not greener

I am a believer

For I have seen this place before

And now that I am

a new cause is at hand,

That things be as they should

I haven’t changed

I’m just rearranged

In a way that makes me feel good

Tho this home that I seek

is just out of reach

So soon the time will fly

The day draws ever nearer

the call ever clearer

Of where I am going

and why

Then, when I am

at the start once again

A full circle will be made

The sphere of my life

complete and precise

All things being as they should

Destiny’s Hand

Destiny’s Hand

I am excited, but afraid to tell

For perhaps it will not come to be.

I am excited, but scared as hell

At what is now before me.

As we settle into life, uncertainties grow vague

Thus we become complacent

With our day to day.

But every now and then it seems

A catalyst is found

And suddenly all of our dreams

Awake with new resound

A time like this upon me now

Yet, neutral must I stand.

I must take each moment as each breath

And hold close to Destiny’s Hand.

The only one whom I can tell

For she already knows

She will lead me to the place

Where I am meant to go.

My Ark, My Hell

I built an ark, but none did come

To seek shelter from the storm

The rains, they came and in their wake

I saw all those who did forsake

The kindness of a helping hand

Or the ear of one who understands

Their faces full of grief and fear

Seeing then, what they refused to hear

And as the floods did rise and stay

I watched them all with sad dismay

A panicked mass of human fray

Roiling in their own decay

Gasping, writhing, clutching, drowning

Their cries loud with pain and mourning

I gazed upon them as they sank

One tear was all that fell

Alone, I could not save the world

This ark is now my Hell


Feeling tired

All of the


Intrusive weariness

Gnawing away

Usurping and constricting

Exhaustion becoming.

Away from each other

Pressures the heart

Aligned and so connected

Recharged when together

Taxed and worn when not.

Fatigue Apart is how I feel

Alas, you feel it too

Calculating the days between as they

Take a toll upon


A Perfect World

In a perfect world

there would be you and I

Eating oysters and cherry pie

Living, loving, side by side

Holding hands as we watch the tide

In a perfect world

there will always be

A spot beneath a shady tree

Where you and I could sit and talk

And never have to watch the clock

Never would we have to wait

To see each other’s smiling face

To hold each other dear and true

As we were ever meant to do

in a perfect world

A Story III

Hiram had traveled long and far. He was growing weary. A wise and powerful visionary and seer, he too had been searching. He had seen the world through many eyes. Eyes wide open that could never un-see. Sights of great joys and of greater sorrows forever stored as detailed files in his vast memory. From his very early years, Hiram knew he was born to be witness to and to bear the weight of the universe. As it was his calling, he was always drawn to where he was needed. At times the burdens were awkward and heavy, yet he carried each load with determination, style and ease.

It was Hiram who sent the men to find the Light. It was She whom he had been searching for. Hiram had glimpsed the Light many years before. He saw the brilliant glow that she held within and sensed the power of it’s source. Yet he knew that the Light was not ready to be revealed to the world at that time. Much work was still to be done and Hiram had to follow his destiny.

For many years Hiram watched the Light from afar to ensure her safety. Wherever Hiram’s journeys took him, he never lost sight of the Light. Though his path to her through the cosmos, over time, grew farther and the Light grew more dim, in his mind’s eye her vision burned ever brightly. It was that vision that he summoned in his darkest hours. And now that darkness was growing again. Hiram could feel the urgency and he knew that there was not much time. He would find the Light. He would at last set Her free. He only hoped that he wasn’t too late.

Black Friday

Could I be too cynical
In being so critical
Of a world political
And thus paralytical
It is unforgivable
Far too many imbeciles
Whose acts are despicable
Yet sadly predictable
Are held unaccountable
Such crimes insurmountable
And never rescindable
Have we reached the pinnacle
The answer equivocal
Is apocalyptical


Lisa C Bassignani


Artificial Intelligence

I cannot apologize for the fact that my natural body suffers and reacts adversely to the man made environment in which we are forced to live. Light, noise and odors, chemicals, dyes and petroleum pollution. Humans are becoming increasingly desensitized to nature and instead thrive on these “new and improved [solutions] to a better and happier life.”

Household cleaners, health and beauty products and our food, water and air are filled with artificial something or other. People don’t sleep, indulge in junk food and diet soft drinks. There is a drug for every ailment. Obesity, diabetes, acne, immune disorders, hormonal dysfunction, depression and cancer could all be lessened and in some cases avoided if these pollutants were eliminated and we all lived a more natural lifestyle.

I have forever been ridiculed by family and peers and viewed as difficult by doctors because of my sensitivities. Science and invention are amazing and beneficial to us all, but I believe that our early ancestors knew best about a lot of things “human.”  Things that modern man has forgotten.

This is my body. We have known each other a long time. We know when something is physically or mentally harming us.  We know when We are unwell.

Do not judge me.

Do not say that I am abnormal. 

Do not roll your eyes at my discomfort.

Do not compare me to The Princess and the Pea.

I am natural being trapped in an increasingly unnatural world.

It hurts.




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