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Wednesday, February 27, 2019



Nothing really matters,
Our own selfishness and being,
All that truly matters,
We're all just cosmic bits and pieces,
Fragments of dust and light,
All those factual crusty matters,
All these feisty atoms,
How well we live our lusty lives,
Love and positive ions with every breath,
Molecular life and every zion heartbeat,
Goodness dispelling atomic devils,
Godliness appellate at these sonic levels,
Washed clean of repellent secular sins,
Meek hearts seeking divine vibrations,
Salvation orbiting inherited universe,
Meditation reverberating sacred verse,
Oh holy empire of massive nothingness!
Souls shaded by Eden's passive trees,
Rivers of wealth and joy that forever please,
Reflecting mountainous images of ourselves,
Enveloped by canopies of acute material,
Protection from the abstruse world,
Nothing obtuse really matters,
Heartbeats in this liquid realm,
Satiating forms of blurry life,
Saturating a ruddy picture,
Nothing muddy or cruddy truly matters,
Study love and light,
Captured by our righteous souls,
Bits of Nighthawks,
Remnants of that rare big bang,
Rays of divine light,
Piercing the wary world with nothingness,
Stricken weary by so much reactive power,
Airy parables corralling corruption and dictatorship,
So little munificence,
Nothing but dramatic significance,
Everything reagent and vertically distant,
Horizontal memories and forgotten lofty dreams,
Nothing less than linear evolution and consistent salutation,
Compassionate salvation swirling us into an age of roughness,
Magnificent emptiness vexed by fragile chemical equations,
Regaled solutions like seminal love mixed with astral ablution,
Fleeting moments of appellant success in every diminutive universe,
Directed by feckless instruction,
Reflecting truth and reckless construction,
Deflecting light and contagious self-ambulation,
Mummifying love's great debt to rumpus nature,
Rejecting recreational being in this nothingness stature,
All that honestly matters,
Our composite selves as our universe shatters.

Monday, February 18, 2019


I'm waiting for you,
Waiting to hear your voice,
I can't help myself,
You take my breath away,
Sweetened by your fresh and lovely way,
Something bigger than myself,
I'm fidgeting and restless,
Feckless and romping,
Unsettled by my impatience,
Chomping at the bit,
Waiting for you love,
Come lean on me,
You've stolen my heart away,
Once again and once again,
Such a welcome summer rain,
Craving to see your precious smile,
Wanting to hold you for a long long while,
Embracing you close in my needy arms,
Cherishing your every heartbeat,
Sharing kisses and each long sigh,
Blessed care and tenderness,
Bliss beside this pure and rushing spring,
Willing this delicious gush,
Praying love's wash will ne'er run dry,
True love lasting a long long while,
Untainted like the wild stars,
All this young love,
Having no beginning,
No manifest end,
That old love,
Venerable it's always been,
Like creative gravity,
Mysterious circular beginnings,
Attracting distant enigmatic love,
Composing an emotional mix,
Clothed and upright now I'm fixed,
Waiting restlessly for your love,
I can't help my reckless self,
Unlike the trite and brazen stars,
Orbs of light burning bright,
Waiting to share blazing love,
Every loveless crazy day,
Every anxious night,
Troubled and tightly wound,
Betwixt frayed and fixed,
All these mixed blessings,
Deciphering your words and body language,
Digesting your cryptic messages,
Confessing my risky notions,
Repressing my arrested emotions,
Investing in recipes about love and devotion,
Every restless night,
Every reckless day,
Out of this precious love mix,
Into material sex and darling light,
What dare I say?
Should caring words bare my ragged soul?
Could tragic love e'er be right?
Would I,
Unearth pure love and sweet heaven,
Should I,
Unabashedly dream tonight,
Could I,
Envision you in Eden's secret garden,
Trending love's divine and heady goal,
I'm waiting for you love,
Praying you might love me too,

What about you?

What about you?

What about you?

Thursday, February 14, 2019



War versus Love,
So much in common,
Verses enough,
All that pushing and shoving,
Tears and sweat enough,
All that grunting and moaning,
Screams enough,
All that pain and anguish,
Dreams enough,
All that blood and bleeding,
Life and death enough,
So much bonding,
Curses enough,
Twisted out of shape,
Kissing and gripping life by the nape,
Strangulation comes close at every dawn,
Deep in the placid forest the doe with her fawn,
A love bed with all its trenches and eruptions,
A battlefield glistening with bloodied remains,
So war and love,
Consumed by consumption,
All those corrupt war refrains,
Strained by all that love assumption,
All those commanding bombs and blasts,
All that writhing give and take,
Feral love e'en unto surrender,
Terrible war demands retribution,
All those dead and dying doves of peace and lore,
I wonder if love is a lasting solution,
What could passionate war remake?
How much compassion would love take?
Now the moon hides its face in shame,
Soon the rational sun will refuse to shine again,
Making irrational love and fashionable war,
We simply wake insane.

Tuesday, February 12, 2019


I'm broken,
Me nobody can fix,
I've lost essential parts,
Me along this meandering way,
Bits left here,
Pieces remain there,
Fragments of love affairs,
Ribbons of discarded cares,
Instruments have torn me apart,

Misaligned but still I'm here,
Me broken and can't be fixed,
But that's neither here nor there,
Either broken love,
Neither broken life,
Me broken man,
Just can't be fixed,
Broken in me broken mix.

Monday, February 11, 2019




Oh Nature!
Oh being alive,
Years and decades behind me now,
Work seems arduous nowadays,
But that's how it happens,
Done with one job,
Moving on to another,
Done with this person,
Clinging to yet another,
Hard work and harder times,
Such remarkable stage fright,
All those rad party anthems,
All those other bad rhymes,
That closing red velvet curtain,
We bow and bend to find,
The audience clapped just to be kind,
We're all alone anyway,
One in the same,
On this midway ride,
Bright lights and brass horns at times,
Layers of trite alleys and ley lines,
Crass slums and general chaos rules,
Pandemonium with its turbulent hum,
Scattering angel dust from rooftops,
Hurrying down perilous sidewalks,
Harried along this precarious journey,
Danger falling from the dicey sky,
Splicing marred and failing body parts,
Proud flesh scarred and pierced and spiked,
Spicy rice curry in a bland land,
Earthquakes wake us from our randy dreams,
Something buried rising out of the bandy earth,
Grasping at our wretched lives,
Washing us into the reckless sea,
Battered with rogue waves,
Dragged under by careless currents,
Pitiful and scourged by Neptune himself,
Waking in the belly of some great whale,
Suffering those raging leviathan atmospheres,
Transitionally aging from this to that,
Forever morphing with our dreadful fears,
Proving we are alive with all our grievous tears,
Searching for meaningful origins,
Seeking phenomenal and marvelous beginnings,
Dreaming exceptional endings,
Remembering fragments filled with momentous light,
All that remarkable illuminated existence,
Something sensible and satiable,
More than pure and simply breathable,
Something surely sustainable,
Not just ponderously insatiable,
But the feckless stars interfere,
Arousing naked reckless you,
Those long shapely legs,
Tip-toeing out of the shadows,
Tap-dancing across the universe,
Pondering other exceptional galaxies,
Reminded of those wondrous Sunday picnics in the park,
Recollecting our grueling holidays with Heil Hitler,
All that drum beating and holy marching,
Tramping unholy political streets,
Old Joe Stalin shadowed by despots like Saddam Hussein,
Warbling savage war tunes o'er shifting desert sands,
Trekking up one cruel dune,
Stumbling down a grueling other,
Those distant rumbling camel trains,

Rumpled like a mirage in the far off distance,
Reciting verse from the Quran,
Reckoning life with other promising quatrains,
Desert rats scrambling,
Rambling past the shifting stars,
Fumbling beneath the burning sun,
Grumbling pachyderms chained,
Slaves forced to work and run,
Relentless scavengers cackling and cawing,
Delighting over every smoking gun,
There's the corpse there's the motive,
Assaulted and broken and bleeding,
Falling down and breaking apart,
Flying to the imaginary moon and back again,
Blinded by poverty and that cursed street-cred pain,
Tasting drops of our own hot blood,
Gagging on bloody mistakes and ready habits,
Learning about life that hard and steady way,
All our daily gambling,
All our sordid vacations with cruddy Caesar and those other rakish Emperors,
So much deadly gambling,
All our morbid vocations,
All that true regret,
Horrid nights with Romeo and Juliet,
What is?
True love and compassionate giving,
So much greed and heady living,
Oh bountiful nature!
Loving and living,
Such glorious stature!
Passionately alive,
Such passionate rapture!

Sunday, February 3, 2019




Crying monk tears,
Those strident fluid spears,
Carving a spirited path,
Gouging deep canyons,
Probing ardent deserts,
Shade beneath hydrated banyans.

Deep wells of prophetic dreaming,
Dry sanctums echoing with thirsty screaming,
Emotionally parched and screeching,
Preaching Wadi's seeping discomfort and hurt,
Irreverent stars and reverent planets have plummeted,
Plenitudes of cosmic precipitation,
Prescribing the galactic sum of it,
Concentrating on consecrated Oases,
Blackening serpent tongues,
Slack fronds framing sublime psalms,
Scribed arcane words rhymed in song. 

Record storms of carnal knowledge,
High pressure and lowly sedge,
Restoring divine crowns and sacred mandalas,
Poised freely below an airy ledge,
Craving carnival love,
Bowing to eclectic celestial bodies,
Knowledgeably lowing,
Orbiting an electric sun,
Shooting stars shall see again,
Routing routine evolution,
Debating blazing revolution,
Stating prophetic revelation,
Moot love cleansed by Martian tears and Venus rain.

You used to come and stay,
By and by the moon kissing the sky,
Sweet love a while away,
Such short perfumed visits,
Water washing over callouses and other digits,
All my aroused washboard cares,
Reminding my wounded heart,
Those remnants of long gone love affairs,
Scars and kisses buried deep,
Embracing misses within my earthbound burrow,
Shameless tears and prison bars can't e'er refrain,
Restrain all those nightmare fears,
Explain all that dreadful earthly sorrow.

Scouring floods rush unconstrained,
Empathy surging onto parched earth,
Love sucked up by that desiccated desert,
Kind love sweeping each dry furrow,
Salted tears wash o'er my stolid brow,
Eroding each saline day into a forlorn hole,
Shamelessly revealing my corroded soul.

Treading on barnacles o'er a barefoot shoal,
Wading oceans of burnt out stars,
Infinite grains of sand to count,
Universe reverberating with good vibrations,
Attaining Compassion's deified goal,
Impassioned Creation,
Erupting deep within my sacred soul,
Erudite feasting by a welcome fount,
Blessed companions to Divinity's infinite glory,
So much divine heaven and reticent passion,
Reaching deep into my dry burrow,
Breaching pelagic dreams on this oceanic story,
Bleaching tidal zones with reluctant joy and constant sorrow.

What is this divine goal?
Swift currents in a veering course,
Jet streams determine headstrong steering,
Shearing headlong into a remorseless wind,
Tacking along an unimaginable force,
Hurling magnified profanity,
Hurtling like a reckless cyclone,
Curtly wrecked by those voracious and blind,
Simple kindness arrested along this raging course,
Scourged by steep staccato phrases,
Scouring wicked eighth notes and utter remorse,
Igniting brave octaves plagued by gutter phases,
Screaming seems such staged vanity,
Rich dreams as I'm vainly composing,
Poised for Life's timely insanity.