RESURRECTION – Promote Yourself

I am the Resurrection.
Each morning I drag my self from bed, 
Rolling away the heavy sheet I wrapped ’round myself
for comfort,
All night long.

Jesus, where’s the  coffee-filter? 
Jesus, you don’t have the muscle anymore,
it takes 
To roll the weight I’ve been rolling away, every day 
From the mouth of my own cave.

Here we are again!
Awake, but blurry-eyed,
When we look at the lives we’ve each brought back from the dead;
From the cave of shadows, 
From the dancing on our walls.

Fire does animate the hole;
(Fire is in the whole).
The bad impersonation of the sun
Those disco-dancing 
Flames assume,

Leave me adrift
Afloat in the sea of my own shortcomings.
Who are you, reading this?
And who do you suspect this voice to to be ?
You and I, we are just meeting here by chance.

Somewhere outside of time
Somewhere in these words.
Somewhere near the entrance
Of this cave that each of us, 
Gradually emerges from.

Igor Goldkind
igor@subversion.biz

http://is-she-available.com

Igor Goldkind was born April 20, 1960 in Lansing, Michigan and raised in San Diego, California.  He is an author, poet, and lecturer who currently specializes in Digital Storytelling and Information Architecture.   In 1983, Goldkind moved to Paris where he studied with Michel Foucault, the French Post-Structuralist scholar.  After receiving a graduate certificate from La Sorbonne, Goldkind moved to London where he worked first for Titan Books in the 1980s and then for IPC Magazines and Egmont Fleetway in the 1990s as a marketing consultant and PR spokesperson. Here, Goldkind helped develop and promoted the term “graphic novel” as a way to help sell the trade paperbacks then being published. Today, the Graphic Novel is a well-respected, internationally recognized genre. 

In the 1990s, Goldkind became one of the UK’s early innovators in digital media.  He set up a digital publishing company called Artemis Communications in 1993. one of the first digital agencies in the country, developing many first-ever publishing websites for Oxford University Press, Pearson’s Publishing, Lisson Gallery, The Tate Modern, and Usborne Books.  In 1998 he established Signa Internet Strategies, considered to be the UK’s first exclusively Search Engine Optimization company.  

Goldkind has lectured at Liverpool University, St. Martins School of Design, and the London College of Printing.  He is considered by his contemporaries to be an expert in the growing fields of Information Architecture, Usability Standards, and User Experience.  He continues to write and serve as the creative mind behind projects that link computational technologies with art, education, and storytelling.  http://comiccon.sdsu.edu/igor-goldkind/.

Igor Goldkind is currently completing a collection of SF short stories entitled THE VILLAGE OF LIGHT, which unfolds in and around a computer game, and his first novel, THE PLAGUE, which is set around the mass outbreak of a cognitive degenerative illness.  The latter is based upon the condition of dementia and Goldkind’s has experiences in caring for his mother.  Goldkind’s first work, IS SHE AVAILABLE?, incorporates poetry, art, music, and motion,  published by ChameleonPublishing on April 1,st 2015

“That stick people together song” – Promote Yourself

 

Round a table
Heaven
Laughter
Gaze away
Memory
Gentle silence
Then story time
Again
Songs sung
From Google
On cell
And tablet
Binding together
Disparate families
Friends and faiths
Guitar hero
Slides through
Keys and scales
As voices
Meander
Up and down
To unfamiliar
Tunes.
Bind us together Lord
Bind us together
With love.

(After a comment from an in-law’s in-law from the Hindu faith about what she would take away from the funeral and wake)

Cheryl Bhagwandin
http://www.cheryl62blog.wordpress.com

I WALKED YOUR EARTH

 

 

I walked your earth

Many years ago

With the help of my disciples

Spreading the word you all should know

I was born into your material world

By the divine spirit above

Filled with the knowledge

Of my Fathers great love

 

Life wasn’t easy for me

And I was tempted on my way

But I had the strength of my Father

And the ability for me to pray

On my many travels

I did my best for all

Healing the sick and lonely

Giving strength if they should fall

 

The time came when I was taken away

And was tried for my belief

On my head thorns were placed

To be crucified like a common thief

I felt the material pain of nails

 Driven into my feet and hands

My time on your earth was ending

As my Father had further plans

 

Father forgive them all

For they do not know what they do

My time on earth has ended

Father my spirit is returning to you

Remember I am one of many

Who have brought you the light?

Many more will follow me

Who will keep the flame burning bright?

 

No matter which pathway you walk

On your spiritual travels you tread

I returned to my Father

For in spirit there are no dead

Be of good cheer my friends

Like me be a beacon of light

For each one of you are my disciples

Who will fight for what is right

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Easter Time

 

Easter time is upon us

Spring has come at last

Displaying all her beauty

Like a carpet she has cast

 

Out of the dreary winter

With colours of every shade

A breath-taking panorama

That Mother Nature has made

 

Frogs in the Lilly ponds

With frogspawn all around

Soon there will be tadpoles

Jumping up and down

 

Birds are also busy

Building with haste and zest

Making ready for new life

As they build their precious nest

 

Children prepare their Easter bonnets

Decorated with chicks eggs and glue

Display them at the Easter Parade

For the delights of me and you

 

It’s a time of new beginnings

To focus on new things to do

Be more positive in your thinking

To create a better future for you

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Atmospheric-promote yourself

 

 

Drawn into a sphere of influence

Flowing into a confluence

Assemblages in due diligence

Running in a marathon 

Jargogled thoughts racing to a finish line

Delusions deliciating, feeding on underlying fears

Following close behind

The crowd so ludibrious to think of gaining ground

While blinded to a torpid asphyxiating miasma

Where dreams run afoul and scriptitation

Belies the stagnation that prevails in widdendreams of one’s own making 

So illecebrous an intoxication

Fades into twitter light

As sleep beckons and insomniacs reckon

That a bibesy could possibly prevail against so yemeles a stupor

But there shall be no brannigan to be had

Only the sobering awareness of overuse of perissology

Could make one yearn for simplicity, so implicitly. 

There is something most malagrugrous afoot

Palpable, debilitating and scintillating all at once

Glory bumps preceed an event momentus! 

A jollux of a man pronounces sentence

The sanguinolency of the frenzied crowd was about to be satiated 

corraded from near and far to bear witness

The kench of Hoddypeaks

Like the taunting cackling of crows pervaded

Above the din of all those gathered 

Children weaving in and out

Frecking hither and yon excitedly 

Incessant murmurings and brabbling ons

Concerning the True question on everyone’s mind

Quagswagging of followers in fervent prayer

Lent a more tender compassionate cadence between layers 

To the finish line on a hill was He led

Tears, rain and shedding of innocent blood

Standing in the mud as the rain continued to fall

Epiphany of “epiphany’s!”

As the realization sets in…

Of who was murdered

And why He did not go against

His Father’s Will

And of what He did in the name of Love

• anthony gomez