creation undulating
mother breathing
God imagining
nature surviving
if that ancient
spirit still decides
to come home
what may come
so if
sacred water
regains it all
it's a gift
that mother gives
it's a dream
that God has
wanting us
human beings
to live and see
what is right
to give and be
forever existing
in that sacred light
this blessed journey
we all
are on
this sacred path
us humans
must travel
before we discover
none too soon
that giving light
such a blessed gift
and sacred water
from Almighty God
giving all of us
good Mother Earth
sharing such sacred
this blessed life
so as we dance
around our fire
leaving nothing
but blessed elk
thundering buffalo
sacred tracks
we continue
as we need
dressed in holy
continue to feed
our sacred attire
honouring blessed
sacred fragile
our human fire

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it's snowing
again today
all my heartbreak
this rigid pain
laying quite still
almost silent
upon that suffering
frigid snowy ground
if spring manages
to ever come
maybe I'll hear
some heartfelt song
perhaps a songbird 
will come to sing
maybe my heart
will bleed less
when that song
is readily heard
if words could lift
my wounded soul
if sound and harmony
would somehow
bring some relative
harmonic cheer
maybe then
I could be
feel less broken
just being me
still in my dreams
I dream of you
those long gone days
where we shared
mostly perfect love
those long ago
ghostly dreamy nights
where we always cared
about those brilliant
bird song mysteries
soaring and singing
chosen by heaven
from hauntingly above
but now my love
those dreams are gone
all those beautiful feelings
we constantly shared
as we lay together
refreshed and blessed
in your secret garden
holding onto precious love
secretly living there
when we were all alone
I remember that
precious perfumed air
I remember how much
we truly cared
something still remains
that magical colour
of that pastel wind
as an ocean of love
washed over our souls
as all our perfect love
told us mystical stories
about all love knows
my bones ache now
nearly as much as
my broken heart
still somehow
love's miracle words
seem lyrically spoken
even though my love
we've grown old now
remaining so distant
so heart broken
just remember love
life is mostly
dreams and art
while love remains
so damn insistent
yet we still remain
so far apart

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one last kiss
before I say goodbye
something gone
one last look
deeply fading
into forever
where love lives
your sparkling eyes
then I'm gone
far across 
love's raging sea
maybe then
we'll wake up
on some distant shore
once again
embraced together
maybe love
will speak up
giving something
even more
one final kiss
my darling love
one last embrace
feasting with sweet love
embracing bliss
writhing together
passionately remember
together one last time 
our compassionate kisses
all our treasured passion
one last time
we let passionate love
embrace and kiss us
let us say
heartfelt goodbye
lightning love
igniting souls
inviting good
for God and us
that perfect place
where we once stood
midst blessed grace
as all things should

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it's always been
so peaceful here
thus secluded
in my secret cave
something reclusive
receptive monks
those conceptual hermits
just adored
but now
that gentle peace 
lies torn
ripped and broken
most people
have never been
bombed or gored
but now
evolution is likely
some critical
virtual end
more catastrophic
unconditional revolution
seems certain
something viral
very near
now that
atomic words
nexus tweeted
texts of disrespect
openly spoken
if effectual dreams
could cure us
dismiss our hate
desist our fear
what clever scenes
could we ever dream
would true tranquility
finally find its way here
there is something
I must truly confess
this raging current
contagious fueled reality
might suddenly become
absolute and crystal clear
where is that
forgotten place
where true love 
wants and feels more 
where cruel greed
and outrageous hate
this staged myriad
of human sinful traits
should gratefully disappear
as would traceless
unconditional mass execution
and all this
tasteless fate
since we'd all
be in a place
where depressed
those poor are less
where graceful love
dreams less horror
where sentient life
will faithfully endure
still less stress
perhaps if we wore
a more cordial face
we'd find this
sordid bastion world
much more loving
even a peaceful space
a magnificent garden
a consistently wondrous
even paradise place
presuming lords and masters
barbarians won't feed upon
our disturbed human race
assuming all our growl
such remarkable hate
howling war and restless fear
doesn't consume us all
entomb all our humanity
leaving not even
finite fossils
any human evidence
of ritual continuity
just infinite extinction
even all those
respectful monks
in reflective cells
their spiritual caves
leaving an actual planet
without a virtual prayer
or any willful trace
any saving hope
of some holy grace

           * * * 

 

religious Zebediah . . . 
standing stone still . . . 
abhorring rhythm . . . 
breaking drumsticks . . . 
chewing harmony . . . 
those resonant notes . . . 
into little chits . . . 
every single thing . . . 
calling all around us . . . 
all these blasting fits . . . 
as this fanatic world . . . 
twists and turns . . . 
earth burning up . . .  
our Mother morphing . . .
leaving coarse ash . . .
grieving charcoal . . . 
those remorseful bits . . .
still yearning . . .
chillingly I hear . . . 
Babylon screaming . . . 
everything mashed up . . . 
all those vocal quips . . . 
as Jerusalem burns . . . 
churning in fear . . . 
Zebediah falling . . .
onto broken tribal knees . . . 
praying token something . . . 
articulate only . . .
what spoken God . . .
might ever hear . . . 
dare to kneel . . .
we're nearly there . . .
as reborn Babylon . . . 
this modern Zion reality. . .
condemned it burns . . .
Zebediah feeling . . .
God is dreaming . . .
we're wandering . . .
even crawling . . .
defiantly reeling . . . 
does God truly care . . .
with all this , . .
flame and thunder . . . 
all this brazen blunder . . .
innocence spurting blood . . . 
what would God . . .
simply speak . . .  
what should God . . .
openly say . . . 
or even dare . . .
that burning bush . . . 
those Holy words . . . 
this sacred place . . . 
where we are born . . . 
to live and seek . . . 
yet religious Zebediah . . .
standing silent there . . .
feeling very holy . . . 
wanting ego . . .
to behold sacred . . . 
seeking untold blessed . . .
religious Zebediah dares . . . 
while recidivist war . . . 
invites contiguous corruption . . .
all these mad hurricanes . . .
all this arresting eruption . . .
brings humanity to its knees . . .
while virulent God arrives . . . 
contesting Zebediah's prayers . . .
all this worldly disruption . . .
detesting every burning bush . . .
something David and Solomon . . .
those sorrowful holy cries . . . 
drowning in desert tears . . .
deservedly frown upon . . . 
as for peace and love . . . 
mournfully pouring down . . .
from soulful heaven's gate . . .
but revelation is too late . . . 
so relevant God . . . 
that infinite . . .
Holy finger . . . 
has touched us all . . . 
made us wonder . . . 
let us seek . . .
yet religious Zebediah . . .
something fallen . . .
everything but meek . . .
religious Zebediah . . .
incoherently unbalanced . . .
thinking he was chosen . . .
incongruently able . . .
thinking chosen . . .
meant entranced . . .
religious Zebediah . . .
imagined enlightenment . . .
where he thinks . . .
he's always been . . .
yet never . . .
truly chosen . . .
on consignment . . .
rivers of sacred . . .
universal Holy water . . .
can wash away . . .
unforgiven mortal sins . . .
religious Zebediah . . .
never close to complete . . .
unable to maintain . . .
remain upright . . .
even imagine in kind . . .
that sacramental . . .
burning bush . . .
or actual God's . . .
infinite Holy feet . . . 

          * * *

 

I hear old dogs
out howling
something desperate
such basic hunger
other raging dogs
rabid pack animals
raving into howling 
something unfavourable
not just simply starving
more virtual howling
anointed with sour
dressing obstinate greed
moreover each personal
appointed wobbly need
pointedly messing up 
more of everything
hobbling irrational serfdom
bejeweled bitches whining
their perversion defining
every foolish kingdom
disappointment stinging
dry bitch bags
unable to feed
pups and whelps
those ragged hags
vying to remain rich
defining maga help
armies of tag teams
wild howling dogs
some shot up
shut up into bleeding
others ground up
flagrant errant bombs
lover's of tombstone tanks
rolling over them
mortars speaking loudly
back and forth again
roaring unnatural language
old howling dogs 
perhaps finally understand
all this futile war
brutal feudal screams
crude war dogs fear
explosions breaking bones
drones causing moaning
oddly rattled bearings
shattering Sodom's prattle
vicious grinding gears
Gomorrah's battle mind
defeated bleeding soldiers 
wishing they were home
relishing Babushka's perogies
instead of daily feasting
on personal excrement
splattering impersonal trenches
neat piles of resentment
scattered here and there
a rapid collection
relentless aggravating
those constant grenades
more frontline perfume
navigating bitter bullets
death enhanced by gravity
mortal aroma entranced
within that battle stench
pulling life down
into shattered pits
still a smattering
of ratchet howling
old dogs licking
mad hatter wounds
while young dogs
lay there bleeding out
as wretchedness sounds
a fetching recipe
for every battle call
but those old dogs
far from frontlines
keep relatively safe
entrenched in deep bunkers
for each bleak breakfast
they drink vodka neat
speak in foreign tongues
so no sane person
understands or hears
all their demented howling
making our floundering world
shake and virtually spin
ripping out quaking hearts
each token dead body
etched by broken souls
every dreadful soldier dog
once alive and howling
screaming and scowling
at each blood red moon
those old assaulting dogs
crowned by scalding battle
their unenlightened war
presidents and generals
drowning in delight
all that gold braid offal
such degrading ballroom light
huddled masses
astounded by this gore
afraid of losing innocence
reticent because of war
still old dogs howling
aided by excreting horrid
shouting exalted evil
speaking dead meat lies
such morbid humanity
shrieking orwellian hate
all their bloody flags
tellingly draped around
war's fruitless state
howling old dogs
touting propaganda
so freaking loudly
in their hatchet fight
all their sinful execution
grinning followed closely
by their rabid bite

            * * * 

 

so we are
searching
wanting
seeking
needing
unification
so time is
leading
feeding
peaking
reaching
daunting
impeaching
unification
time must be
continuity
unity
perhaps clarity
disparagingly
testing
impunity
confessing
disparity
contesting
immunity
addressing
all of us
resisting
so in time
socially insistent
moral investment
though we feel
so far apart
without unity
all that connection
time won't renew
between me
can't be
somewhere
with you
time is that
blazing finger
of fiery God
reaching out
constructing you
with that
time line 
instructing me
perhaps within
those moments
mounting time
we all must see
love affords
amounts of time
share daring love
a graceful chord
everything given
within doubtless
astounding time
perhaps boundless
caring concord
relief of overbearing
painful stress
in lordly time
a masterful caress
something meaningful
an eventide of joy
something wonderful
surely enlightenment
a lasting peace accord
some lasting light
purity cast upon
this vast earthly mess

           * * *