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TheRarestPatriot On December - 27 - 2009


Fascination…radiant and deep

Within our bony hollows beat the hearts of kings, peasants and the dead.

We are a clever bunch, we slippery, shaved-smooth apes.

The first to look within…and know

We sail ships to horizons new

Pushing ever outward to know what we know not now…yet will.

Wave upon wave of humanity, ever eroding the façade of perfection…

Our gods fall away as we grasp the universal song

So many paths leading to the same point on the mountaintop

So different the voices in one choir to cultivate but one hymn

How doggedly we ascribe to the notion of destruction

The first to look within and know…and yet we walk to war.

Scott Palmer –

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  1. Bernard Marx says:

    Nice work TRP,

    For some reason this passage from Thoreau’s Walden comnes to mind:

  2. TheRarestPatriot says:

    …Yes, and Adlib….Perhaps a poetry corner or some area for creative writing would be rather neat here at POV. Certainly would set this site aside from the rest of the stone cold money machine sites we all know of. Our thoughts put on paper are like children in a very real respect. They appear from the soul and cannot be disputed. They are ours….alone.

    …that and I feel weird using your creation as a soapbox solely for my pieces. Please consider an area for this output.

    your friend, Scott

  3. TheRarestPatriot says:

    As I’ve said before, all of you are important to me. I realize very well how odd that sounds when I’ve never met any of you in person, yet I feel close to so many of you. Your words inspire me to write more and take more photos…if only for myself.
    Over the last few weeks I have been forced to face some very ugly truths about myself and my future. I am in the process of coming to terms with gut wrenching hardships that I am going to have endure alone. I also have decided that I can no longer sit in a cubicle and bust my ass to make someone far up the elevator shaft wealthy. I scramble to find work and feel as though those in power are using this downturn to restructure their businesses to make less people do far more to boost the profit margins. I am sickened by this bullshit. If I’m to suffer and toil endlessly for the rest of my days here on earth, I am going to suffer and toil for MY OWN benefit….for MY bottom line. It seems anymore the very poor have ways to game the system and those on the very top are masters of the same. We here in the middle just watch the game get played, when it’s truly WE that get played. And then we die.
    Yes, I am in a storm of serious trouble. Yes, I am knocking on the door of middle age. Yes, I am hurting and confused frequently. But, the clock is ticking. Not just for me, but for all of us.
    I want my photo studio back. I want to continue to write. These things are what I am as a human…not as a worker bee…a drone. These things have value as ALL creative endeavors do…as they are true…they are honest. Yes, maybe I will be homeless and lost for awhile. I suppose it’s fate. As much as I fear this outcome, perhaps it’s the journey I am destined to take. If I do disappear for awhile from here…please don’t forget about me. I am out there somewhere. I have my trusty iPod Touch and maybe if I can borrow little cups of WiFi here and there…I’ll be able to post here from time to time. Until the internet gets turned off here I will continue to come here for a little peace, friendship and unity. The world is my church now…

  4. Hopeington says:

    Really enjoyed A Thief in the Temple.
    The barefooted thief slinks away without worrying a breeze.
    Loved that line. Keep up the good work!

  5. TheRarestPatriot says:

    Here is another entry and I will try to post every so often. If I’ve learned anything it’s that it’s best to pace yourself. ~smile~
    Emerald, that was really kind of you to say. Although I receive no money for any book sold, it’s nice to know someone enjoys the words that are pouring out of my wounded soul…LOL~
    The remainder of poems are found in the book ‘Ubiquity’ here:


    A Thief in the Temple

    Her heartbeats ever slow….
    She studies the passages…the chambers
    Memories serve her every need
    The fool will never see it coming
    No one could have prepared the fool

    A silent dedication to self-reliance
    Our thief is skilled in deception
    Skulking in the corridors, always in shadow
    Lurking in the misty haze of complacency
    She coyly awaits the moment to deliver the blade

    The thief becomes a murderess
    The title fills her veins with pride
    The strength to eviscerate the hopeless, hapless fool
    Thrills the thief in the temple
    A sniggering cutthroat and a hellish maw

    Then the deed is delivered
    The fool gasps and grasps for life again
    There is no time now for apologies
    “Arrest her, arrest her!”…cries the fool
    The barefooted thief slinks away without worrying a breeze.

    Scott Palmer

    • BigDogMom says:

      TRP…your book of poetry is wonderful, your are truly and ‘old soul’…thank you for sharing yourself with us.

      If you don’t mind, I have made a copy of this statement of yours, to remind me every day what I need to do:

      “we are all here but for an instant and we must learn to feed our heart and soul with the existential intangibles that exist in our own words, our expressions and what we truly leave of ourselves for those that come after us”

      Scott Palmer

      Words to live by….thank you again.

    • Emerald1943 says:

      Fantastic! I believe I understand what you have said here, in light of your posts from the past several days. This is really good work!

      Don’t worry about too much, too soon! I’d love to read whatever you post! I’m just really relieved to see you back. Several of us were worried about you yesterday!

      You have many friends here, Scott! Lean on us when you have the need! I have made use of the incredible moral support myself in the past week and it’s been invaluable!

      And thanks again for posting! Perhaps Adlib should include a category for “poetry” in our little contest…just a suggestion! I surely know who I would nominate!!

  6. Emerald1943 says:

    I am no poet, but I know beauty when I read it! This is beautiful!

    “The first to look within and know…” reminds me of a comment by Carl Sagan once, “We are the universe seeking to understand itself”.

    Thank you, thank you! Please post more!

    Is your book being published? If so, where can I buy a copy? I have several friends who would love this too! Thanks, TRP! I’m so happy to see you back here this morning!!

  7. whatsthatsound says:

    Very beautiful! Very impressive!
    Thematically, not stylistically, it reminds me of one of my favorite poems, “Ozymandias” by Shelley.

    I met a traveler from an antique land
    Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
    Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
    Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
    And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
    Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
    Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
    The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed.

    And on the pedestal these words appear:
    “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
    Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”

    Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
    Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
    The lone and level sands stretch far away.

  8. Khirad says:

    So different the voices in one choir to cultivate but one hymn

    Liked that line a lot.

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