now
we are
digging 
our own
graves
some day
soon
we will
bury
ourselves deep
lost
in unholy
ground
what choice
might
we have
before
all cherished
light
goes out
one
last time
grant
us patience
good
will help
us
some day
finally
find sacred
shovel
a holy
place
integral space
where
we will
lay
deep within
mother
our earth
finally
one time
perhaps
all our
dreams
aren't so
happy
after all
maybe
god will
remotely
come take
our
feeble hand
lead
us all
home
to that
sacred
where place
does
virtual holy
abound
so let
us
still dig
deeper
keep digging
our
troubled world
dream
let us
dream
that sacred
place
where justice
purity
absolute tranquility
most
of us
want
to be
when
we are
finally
one day
found
in that
deep
cold grave
where
eternity keeps
saves
our memories
so
completely profound

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this celibate
carnal mind
what is there
to celebrate
with that revelated
animal kind
what if
faith and belief
truly elevated
with all that
unengaged kind
if that sacred
imagined egg
remained unbroken
universal outline
remained unattached
never fertilized
remained unhatched
what might 
this planet be
a molten site
an uncertain place
grinding contrite
folding rocks
where tectonic plates
meet drifting sand
where sightless God
naturally left
creation unadorned
void of concept
never ever left 
a vital living mark
just barren nature
forever touching
a sterile world
carnal creation
never raising
its revelated
praising hand
God's elevated
revelating finger
never creating
sentient life
out of holy water
refracting sacred light
never celebrating
abstract life
into earthbound man
nothing righteous
a mindless state
besides drifting
tectonic plates
and those
celibate rifts
of barren sand

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so you think
you have
your answer
but so does
your brother
so your mother
remains silent
with her prayers
as your father
bends to rent
his gathered shirt
tear out
what is left
his tattered doubt
so you think
those words
some rant and shout
you think
they somehow
truly mattered
you hear
pretentious garble
relentlessly pouring
intentionally down
some so called
holy mountainside
where truly
sacred water
seeks holy ocean
mixed and stirring
those holy words
you thought
you heard
even thought
you understood
but tortured blood
my contentious brother
is something
you should
always respect
communicate compassion
deliver peace
with soulful passion
truly empathize
in every dialect
find that
real caring
still can exist
within your heart
your precious soul
peace and love
humanity my friend
is living there
real truth
and precious love
beyond all this
wretched human
collective despair

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something deep
inside me
being self
some where
deep within
my lonesome
hermit self
I keep
determinedly searching
looking for
my intentional
true self
maybe someday
I'll find
play out
me conventionally 
knowing all
that I
concurrently along
am me
just myself
so see
trusting something
blew into
my world
from some
distant place
giving me
fortunately new
this open
third eye
granting me
this reflective
internal view
so as
I breathe
I see
reflecting myself
I find
meditative dreams
so my
contemplative life
all this
collective colour
all this
introspective mind
such deep
ethereal sea
relieving blind
so still
firmly believing
I see
true self
in words
I write
my garden
where that
spirit grows
all this
blessed fruit
sacred creation
teaches us
explicit me
my inner
breathing life
something progressive
growing right
sowing introspective
expressive light
some thing
that is
marvelously free         

         * * * 

 

stupid stupid
stupid war
stupid people
go to stupid war
war makes people
more stupid
more and more
just plain stupid
stupid stupid stupid
stupid more
stupid rubble
stupid trouble
stupid stupid
stupid gore
if no one went
there would be
a lot less stupid
stupid stupid war

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so I laughed
when you 
tore me apart
I was hysterical
when you 
threw me
to those
hungry dogs
what if I
wasn't trapped
always shackled
to this forlorn
maybe I would
laugh hysterically
at what delirium
is simply left
of my torn sky
atmosphere plummeting
down to solid
destructive ground
if only love
would be instructive
whatever should
I ever
constructively do
if I could
surely commit
invest and remit
manifesting fire
ultimately redirect
insanity in my life
my careless desire
share and reconnect
fashionably darling
to something
I could laugh at
rationally disconnect
from everything
I laugh at hysterically
since all that
raucous desire
is never cautious
sometimes even dire
when you throw me
to your pack of dogs
when you tear me up
shackling me forever
to your clever gods
when you laugh
as I ignite myself
into yet another
raging fire
I can't help 
but bother
wearing grief's attire
to wonder
why laughing
is that odd sign
of something
truly amiss
something that is
truly broken
something that is
really trying
even those
argent words
that have
been spoken
laughing raucously
words that
wound us up
grinding us
founding madness
with love's
marginal tokens
we end up
wrapped in sadness
always bleeding
we wake up
broken and crying
some mystical
newly found
unsound revelation
laughing maniacally
while rapture
grips us
as we always
end up dying
so as I toss
my broken heart
beyond grief
that raging sea
I still wonder why
it couldn't have been
just love my darling
enveloping both of us
navigating true devotion
entranced by love
that blue deep sea
passion embracing
both of us
together love
just you and me

        * * * 

 

if I thought
I possibly could
maybe I'd see
things differently
when I say
I viably might
perhaps my dreams
will come true
as I take
that conceivable step
without stumbling
on that multitude
of dangerous cracks
what would this
exacting universe
eventually say
speak about
real truth
asking illumination
to finally come
where things
arrive whole
instead of broken
lives and poems
needing some sort
of essential revelation
but what if
it constantly rained
every single day
earthquakes deciding
tsunami is art
some relentless day
we'll likely wake 
rub our eyes
with religious grief
knowing each heartbeat
is only for
our incidental sake
realizing knowledge
doesn't require faith
any obvious kind
of ineffectual belief
when our ailing sun
reveals its inner self
remembering beginnings
thundering as it goes
exultation going nova
exposing that millennia
of our deepest fears
maybe mother earth
will break in two
asking for nothing
not even tears
completely absolved
with that given 
resolved evolution
that revolutionary view
when ample God
decides revamped God
now has had
simply quite enough
revealing inner self
finally telling creation
that every single star
once excellent
compels light
quite glorious
to be reabsorbed
God's eternal right
so this existence
really was and is
a dream of God
a single thought
that spoken word
makes perfect gravity
take marvelous creation
God's inner self
all that eternal
infernal subjugation
once has been
what formation taught
once was
so complete
and artfully wrought

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