*California Dreaming*

California Dreaming

by Eric Anthony Crew

Footprints disappearing in the sand,

Nothing ventured is nothing gained.

What is your mark upon this land?

Is your interest only feigned?

How is your outlook from where you stand?

Sunspots on my iris, stained.

Feel the ocean against your hand,

The emotions flux yet still remained.

Burning Love

Burning Love

I catch myself just before I bring about the black,

Twisted, so my King and Queen get beaten by the Jack.

My strength swells beyond myself to keep and hold me back,

From undergoing once again that which I should lack.

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Who Am I?

Who I am

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It's me,

me that is unstoppable,

immovable and unbreakable.

It's me,

unbending in my will,

yet still so pliable,

mendable and changeable.

So who am I?

I am molecules and atoms and energy,

I am emotions and logic and reason.

Who I am cannot be explained within the limits of pen and paper,

Nor can I be expressed or learned or taught.

Yes It's me;

an original individual with a mission,

a man with a plan that parts me from the rest.

It's me because I choose it to be.

Though no choice of mind or matter can alter the fact that while I am me,

I am still you,

I am him and I am she.

I Stand Alone

I Stand Alone

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Into the green fields and luscious foliage I roam,

Embracing the sweet smell of roses and flowers as I tread,

Smiling, wider still, I inhale the particles of air and dander that beseech my lungs to a deeper taste.

Around myself, a great loneliness encompasses me,

And I realize that within that feeling I am comforted, for I am never truly alone.

The towering trees wash over me with their cold shadows,

Kissing my skin lightly as I wander further into the path that beckons me.

What great thoughts and images I endure that I will never remember?

What horrible things have I done that I will never forget?

A bittersweet complacency fills me as I realize nothing matters most than this moment interred.

And my eyes open wide once again to my reality,

My solemn expression brightens the cold city that surrounds me.

The symphony of the wind cuts into my ears as the temperature melts into my consciousness.

The busy lives of many men flow like a stream between the still and silent buildings around me.

My breath escapes from me and is torn away into the night.

As I search the crowd for another to notice as I do the inconsequential details of life.

I once again look up from the masses and watch as the empty sky swallows the rooftops.

And suddenly, I remember the roses blooming and the sun fleeting through the leaves in the trees.

I remember the smells of spring and the tides of a distant shore calling.

And again, amidst the crowd under the shrouding darkness of the city,

I remember that immense loneliness.

And as the next pass of wind washes over me a smile spreads,

For that is the most comforting feeling of all.

A Eulogy

And As The Storm Rages On...

The powerful thunder rolls over the sky like a dragon,

It's hypnotic song dances through the malevolent clouds,

The darkness that encroached the land is luminated suddenly,

Explosions of light strike down at the beaten Earth,

As if to remind the living of a stronger Force,

The sky is sullen and weary, ready for its renewal,

In the absence of color and light, there is still beauty,

That magnicient void can be seen without eyes,

And yet, under these blanketing clouds, I find redemption,

In the shifting rain, I find your comfort,

The pressure of each drip is like your hand guiding me forward,

In the howling wind, I hear your wisdom,

The sounds of your wispers are all around me and within,

And through the Darkness, I can feel your light,

Your soul,

Your presence,

And I know,

 I understand,

That in me your love will live forever.

A Eulogy By Eric Anthony Crew - June 13, 2007

A Really Old Poem From A Darker Time

Death Watch

Angels In Heaven watch down on me,
Even though I do not see,

Keeping Death away at bay,
No matter what I do or say,

He's come for me once before,
My soul was claimed and was no more,

My heart was silent, I took no breath,
Until my Angels took me from Death,

Rekindled was my breath and heart,
A second chance for life to start,

Perhaps that's why I cannot see,
These Angels that watch down on me,

Keeping Death away at bay,
No matter what I do or say.

Pathways...

In all the choices we make,
beneath our feet in the directions we choose to step,
the effects of our own mindset are all around us,
the energy we exhude collides with the spirals of light we cross,
the emotion we portray billows into the empathy of another,
the thoughts we believe are sacred will influence the stranger you just passed,
and the truth behind it all is within your eyes,
and to behold the truth one need only to look inside,
for we always knew and always will know,
that life is tangible, pliable and easily changed,
so then why do you ask of me,
How does any of this matter?

Ascending The Plane

ASCENDING THE PLANE

The time has come for me to rise,

Born from pain to make me wise,

The will to elevate before I die,

Cannot be answered when you ask why,

The lies and cries that you oblige,

Negate the love for which I complied,

Sordid thoughts sift through my mind,

Frozen within our place and time,

The time has come, this I know,

As sure as a cut and the blood let flow,

Yet, before I go and leave this world,

I'll fix what was curled and left unfurled,

There is much to mend, our broken days,

There is more to heal, our fallen ways,

The time has come and in this writing,

I send my wisdom to do the fighting.

Eric Anthony Crew - May 24, 2007

Using The Golden Ratio To Write A Poem

Using The Golden Ratio (Phi) To Write A Poem

One Point Six One Eight

The Aurea Mean

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1    Why,

1    I

2    wonder,

3    do we not

5    learn the truth of things?

8    What would we gain to understand?

13    In a vein attempt to define our differences,

21    We lose sight of the similarities that originate within all living things.

34    I am reminded of Archimedes and the irony of his simplistic spiral, depicting the orderly creations of man.

55    Human creations tend to follow this design; from the coils of clay to the reed of a basket weave, even paper towel rolls expand exponentially, yet are confined by our limited static materials.

89    The unconstrained products of nature follow a more complex design, using living materials that increase gradually in mathematical precision, Nature's spiral is found in all life; it matches the curve of still forming fetuses, the curl of muscles over human hearts, the columns of a seashell, even the leaf placement as a plant grows.

144    Since life on Earth follows this code, it's safe to assume the Universe does the same. As difficult as it may be to comprehend, one needs only to open their eyes to your surroundings and the answer becomes clear. Bend over to pick up a flower and your seemingly unconnected movement is proportionate to the motion of the bending of your arm and even the curl of your hand as you pluck the pretty petals from its' own beautiful spiral. Knowing this, who then could argue that we are not all connected, if we are all indeed the same thing. A perfect equation.

For this piece I used the Fibonacci Sequence meaning I used the gradual increase of the number plus the one before it - or another way is to multiply the number by 1.618 - I continued instead of retreating back to zero and the numbers are in the syllables of each word and section. Just an attempt at something different and I would have to say the most difficult peice of writing I have conjured up as of yet. Took me over a day... Anyway, I hope this introduced some people to this incredible 'truth' and to others in the know, I hope maybe this inspired you as well...
cheers...

Eric Anthony Crew