Painting, "Borderland Mansion"
by DJ Marshall (All Images & Text Copyrighted 2013)
"Borderland State Park"
It truly was a land which offered one's mind to travel
to the defined borders of its ability to conceive. Terraced lakes
connected the bridal trails and waterfalls, with granite mansions,
and at last with no gates. The Ames Family's donation to humanity
assured all could enter on any given date.
As if it were their own destiny and fate, people strolled
through forest and dale, . . . minds fantasized they were simply
at home, no matter how meager their reality was. Time had long
since passed into history, when one could build such an estate.
Many thought it was family wealth that paid for what was.
It was, however, old growth cedar trees which once grew
in the swamps. The trees were logged, iron rich peat was mined
and taken from the remaining bogs. And, so did the granite mansion,
dams, and byways grow. Stone from the quarries was mined and
paid for by the demand for cedar chests, with iron supports smelted
from the peat in the bare bogs which were created.
The Ames Family smiles and pride came from the land itself,
not from what they brought to the land, but for themselves. It
was the passing of years, and the innate peaceful beauty of the
place which infused this feeling in the souls to follow. Its gift to
the public was the only consideration given to its ultimate fate.
Contrary to its name, which came from the park bordering three
towns, it gave a feeling in the mind that there were no longer any
borders anywhere.
by DJ Marshall
"We Must Escape The Dish"
While staring into a petri dish in biology class, it all started to
occur to him at a very young age. It was a simple concept, he
thought all could see. And, perhaps, he might even be the last to
grasp the reality of life.
Life, in whatever form, multiplies itself, until the environment its
in can no longer sustain the numbers, and all life dies in its own
effluent, and, or, it has nothing left to consume to sustain it.
Nothing can more clearly, and quickly, expose this truth of life
than bacteria in a petri dish. One may attempt to delay the inevitable,
. . . though in the end, . . . it will be the end.
He pondered this new found truth a moment further. If in the
end, love is all we truly ever have, it can't be taken, only given, and
that goes on and on. Regardless of what happens, its always yours.
by DJ Marshall
"What's The Point?"
Given that all in the Universe moves toward entropy, there can
be no point. Just as the mind can not comprehend infinity, it can not
comprehend the endless entropy of all things.
OR, "IS THERE REALLY A REASON TO GET OUT OF BED?"
The point of what? - - - The point of a pencil is to allow one to
write. However, given enough time, that which is written will disappear
along with the medium on which it was inscribed. It was enough to cause
the writer to search for the perfect place from which to imbibe.
He went to a place, that only wildlife would choose to grace, and
for a time allowed the sunshine to bath his face. Three, or four, gulps
of wine went straight to his mind, loosening old perceptions that only
served to constrict and bind. As the wine flowed, old inhibitions were
stowed.
If creating something that lasts through the eternity of space, and
its ages, would give meaning to one's actions and simply being, - -there
are very few things which can expose the point of it all. Only one actually.
With each quick thought, on potential solutions to the puzzle, black wings
rose with a flutter, then disappeared through the shadows of his mind, as
if to put an end to such thoughts with a sure fitting muzzle.
Money, clothes, admiration, collections of all manner of things,- -nothing
lasted, nothing mattered, there was no point to what many sought after
at all. Had most actually stopped to ponder this truth, surely the world
would simply stand still. Until, - - all took a true look, from the top of their
hill.
Of all things, love, once given, even if for only a short period of time, is
yours forever, - - as added energy attached to the essence of your soul, or
to the energy of your life force if you will. Love can only be given, not taken,
even by the one who gave it. You are the only one required to have even
experienced its existence. Regardless of what happens throughout eternity,
once given, that love is yours forever, moving forward with your life's energy
toward its destined entropy. This can, and may, be the only point in what
otherwise appears to be a totally pointless existence???
**{Beyond the above ode to the most noble of emotions, his wine soaked
mind humbly accepted this ultimate truth - - - which was delivered gently on
fluttering Black Wings.}**
by DJ Marshall
"EMPTINESS"
Through the morning mist of a fine Fall day, a feeling filling
me up.
There was no anger within the emptiness, though spoken words
often gave such an impression to those who were in danger. - - - In
danger of not perceiving, that which will give them the peaceful feeling
of emptiness. The, perceived, anger was merely an exclamation point,
. . . if you will, for those who can only accept concepts put forth in
such a manner.
The emptiness was the result of a life long numbing of the nerves.
Numbing to the callous verbal abuse of the elderly and infirmed. A
crime against humanity of the highest order, - - - even when one disregards
courts of law.
Those who know of it occurring, and do nothing, for whatever reason,
. . . an abuse of power directed at those who know, to stay silent, . . . fear
of losing shelter, or not knowing what to do? Feelings all placed within
others, a further crime of the highest order for those in public office.
Inaction causes those to lose their humanity. Neighbors, Towns, Society
as a whole loses its humanity, while the helpless and effected by the abusers
suffer, and yes, even die, as a result of the illegal and deranged behavior
of a few.
. . . The feeling of emptiness filling me up on a fine Fall day, is the simple
solution for the mind. A simple solution for one to continue being, in a
world that has no humanity, and does nothing to reclaim it.
by DJ Marshall
Painting, "A Borderland Trail"
by DJ Marshall
by DJ Marshall
Painting, "Borderland Cottage Falls"
by DJ Marshall
by DJ Marshall
Painting, "Borderland Cottage" by DJ Marshall
Painting, "Borderland Upper Trails Falls" by DJ Marshall