Monday, 17 November 2014

Once upon a restful brow … or why you should never trust a hero

Fairytales and epics teach us to look on the outside for meaning and fulfillment. We quest and we quest … offer up our heart and offer up our heart …  joust with windmills and joust with windmills. But the fulfilment we seek is already within us … this is particularly hard for the sleeping beauties and heroic types to grasp. No prince charming is going to offer a life of uninterrupted romance, devotion, and worship.  Demanding this of a romantic partner will only ensure suffering. Sleeping Beauty is left hungry and Prince Not-Quite-Charming Enough … left feeling inadequate and wanting to run. For the heroic types things are worse. In an attempt to bring the world under their control, a waking nightmare is created for many ... even when the would-be hero started with the best intentions. 

Still for Sleeping Beauty and Joan of Arc, there is hope. Suffering … that which you feel …  that which you cause ... is a sign, not that you must try harder, keep looking for a better mate, accomplish more and go farther afield to do it. Save the world. It is a sign that you must stand still and surrender to an imperfect world. Fairy tales only exist in dreams and nightmares can come from trying to make them a reality. By existing firmly in the world of NOW, you give it your full attention and love, not judgement, judgement, judgement

With no other agenda but love and attention the world changes on its own. Remember you are not the only creature of agency in existence. Love attracts more love … love empowers. Practice humility by understanding you are not all-wise, have no expectations of accomplishment, listen, create and contribute. Chaos and decay ensure there is no happily-ever after ending for anyBODY. But evolution and rebirth give every SOUL an eternity to struggle, suffer and sleep or ... to awaken.

Friday, 14 November 2014

Come to me in dreams, my love ...

Mary Shelley is best known for Frankenstein, arguably one of the best novels ever written.  If you haven't read it you should.  Frankenstein's delivery of Naturalism themes is perhaps only rivalled by Emily Bronte with Wuthering Heights.  Admiration of Shelley's prose brought me to take a look at what she did with poetry.  Her husband Percy Shelley was a very well-known Romantic poet and she spent much of her life in support of his work.  But I did find one piece.  Stanzas could be mostly aptly defined as Romantic with its classical themes but there is a much deeper lying darkness that hints at Naturalism.  It's four short stanzas leave the reader wishing she had written a great deal more.

Come to me in dreams, my love, Mary writes …

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Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Just How Many Butterflies

Lest we not forget
Rather let us remember
The key to ending war
To ending the killing
The suffering
Lies within us ALL
Time after time
Yesterday's enemy
Has become today's ally
What changed …
our minds

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Wednesday, 5 November 2014

Not-To-Be-Gotten Bird

If there is one thing I have learnt about writing poetry is that there is no forcing it. The inspiration for a poem will come on its own and only when it wants to … much like a cat. And so take a page from the not-so-humble house cat. Chase after those things you want and do it with the same exuberance and focus as a feline would chase a bird. Just like the pampered puddy … you may not get what you want but you will get something … we always do … even if it just the feathers of remembrance and a heart full poetic agony … life will always, in its own time, give you something to write about. In the meantime … live it. Meow:)

* Errata on quille noted …. quill.

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Did Archimedes ever fall in love?


When we look on the outside for meaning
no lasting meaning is ever found
no lasting meaning can be found 
in that which is ever-changing

© 2014 Pryde Foltz

Herein lies the single biggest misconception of the human psyche … the belief we will obtain fulfilment though our interactions with the outside world. Through achievement and obtainment we will discover who we really are. Rich, famous, intelligent, good-looking … of course … all those things and more. Certainly accolades and material goods offer pleasure but before long the achievement becomes the past and the material crumbles or slips from one's grip. So we are told it is our relationships that matter … and they do; don't get me wrong … but then a loved ones leaves you or passes on. Everyone dies … death and taxes, right? Well for me ... it was the pursuit of the ideal romantic partner … when I find my soulmate I will be complete. Well it hasn't happened yet. My ideal, your ideal, only exists in the imagination.  The truth ... romantic love is but an interplay between body chemistry and our thoughts … designed to reproduce the species not give lasting happiness. Don't expect it to save you. Don't believe what the fairytales tell; there is no happily ever after. But there can be a transcendence. When one finds the self that lies within, the self that lies with everyone and everything, that lies with the immortal … the meaning is ever-lasting and always present.  Look and you shall find I believe is the phrase. Then one can celebrate the present and honour its changes even as you live it and FEEL it. Did Archimedes fall in love … I certainly hope so … but he knew that when something new is added … something old must be displaced in equal measure. There is a little physics, philosophy and poetry for you. Be well beauties.

Audio at

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Friday, 17 October 2014

The Poet's Task … the first tanka I ever wrote … just a little request

The Poet's Task

cleave the sky in two
slice from the world suffering
take hold and hurl it
~a disc of fear and spite~
into the coldest void of blue

Recently this poem was accused of being Utopian. Perhaps … but not quite how I see it … there is no claim that we will be delivered to a perfect world but rather that we can create a world without suffering, or at least emotional suffering ... if we face our fear and spite … if we face up to our ego. Difficulties, challenges, will always present themselves. The world, the universe, exists between creation and destruction, birth and death, calm and chaos … duality is inescapable on a material plane … but fear and spite are conquerable … they are but the stuff of thought and thoughts can be changed. Who better to help free humanity from the tyranny of thought and the ensuing suffering that follows than the poet … so keep those pens to paper people … okay fingers to keys:)

The Poet's Task is published in Tattoo, Calling All Soldiers Home and available from amazon at the link below.

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

A short piece to alleviate the blues--Look Up

Look down
into old cracks
scars of ill-use
ripping open edges wide
grey lint and a rusted coin
Look up
into the sky
lit by a sun
spilling over the horizon
painting the clouds anew

Look Up

© 2014 Pryde Foltz

Look up is a work in comparative metaphor. Depending on your perspective the same thing can be seen as something grand and all but eternal … the clouds, the sun, and an ever-changing horizon ... or nothing but the everyday … grey lint and a rusted coin ...  fit to be cast off by the mind or worse spurned. It is all how you look at it; perspective is everything. And so it goes in our lives … with out past, present, and future. 

The past--a nightmare that led to the troubles and suffering of today or a series of lessons that made one into a strong and highly-empathetic individual. 

Our present--a drudgery where no one cares or understands. Or all there is and will ever be -- a chance to show those who inhabit the same space some care and understanding …a time to celebrate being together. Or maybe a time to get up and change what you don't like. 

The future as always will be dictated by the choices you make in the present. It is all how you see the now.

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Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Wisp … audio for Chapter One.

Join Bara on a walk through dreams to nightmares. A beautiful autumn evening turns to surreal terror.

Below is the link to the audio for the first chapter of my paranormal novel, the Wisp.

The Wisp can be purchased at the link below

Monday, 13 October 2014

Time, a tanka

a tanka

the clock captures time

centuries turn
epochs shift

time eludes the clock

no two hands however long
can contain eternity

© 2014 Pryde Foltz


Is time real, invented, or imagined???

Poets, philosophers and scientist have wrestled with the concept of time for a very long … time. I see it but a system of measurement that allows points in existence--us--to coincide in the space of this reality … actually just this planet's reality. We measure time relative to the perceived reality of this planet using the humble clock. But in dreams time becomes very flexible and as you approach the speed of light … if Einstein was correct … time slows to the point of non-existence. It may be circular but scientist have yet to arrive upon the mathematical proof for such an assertion. But whatever is real ... the clock … our invention ... does not come close to doing eternity justice. In our esteem of its power … a little reserve is in order.

Time is published in Tattoo, Calling all Soldiers Home and available from