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Sunday, March 31, 2019




Troubling methane has bubbled surreptitiously into my life,
Toxic clouds crowd the atmosphere it seems,
Oceans curl around unfurling magnetic poles,
Causing ripping planetary strife,
Glacial icebergs calve and swirl,
Whorl in icy commotion,
Escorted by dicey polar dreams,
Engulfed by molding lava and sculpting ice,
Streaming freely evolving deep inside,
Steeped within the mountain's nephritic bulk,
Scheming steam announces hulking arctic islands,
Reactive volcanoes jog my incinerated memory,
Incoherent particles and reminders,
Signs of an ashen faced Pompeii girl,
I'm hobbled thinking about that restive slash,
Once again wobbling along cobbled Herculaneum avenue,
Troubled streets paved with old hurts,
Incorporated and resolved by bold travelers,
New signs stating all that current media spin,
Conflict convicting news and other reckless views,
Tracking lies concerning DNA and petrol fracking,
Twisting green into industry under corporate farms,
There's the landscape but it's lacking any real hay stacks,
Stacking plastic concerns against other current runaway trains,
Unannounced the population bell rings,
Slurring things makes copulation stir me awake,
Slowly opening my postulating eyes,
So many urgent wooden wonders,
Wantonly tied to a tried and wanting stake,
Fake news burns bright,
Perfectly backlit with true vanity,
Insanity cradling every stray review and Awesome's dray resurgence,
Succinctly choosing layer upon layer with some sane urgency,
Reverently either black stone or white brick,
Most everyone adjunctly sees red lines and yellow skies,
Abjectly a hundred blue species,
Precious rainbows,
Contract extinction every single day,
Archimedes moves conjoined with waves,
Paving his exhilarated and dreaming way,
Across that universe of Eureka and Pi,
Endlessly spelling all that is right and true,
Artificiality compacts our daily lives,
Far off in the persistent distance,
Stands impacted Pliny the Elder,
Exactly mid-stride and not unattractively frozen,
Final absolute belief in 'gimme shelter',
Terrified Roman eyes were mystically pierced,
Razed by flaming insurrection and gross emotion,
Tridents holding rarified Hell's gate wide open,
Gladiators relish the terminal atmosphere,
Glaring past their armour at majestic Vesuvius,
God dangerously released that wrinkled top,
Pillars of terminal supercharged Hades,
Engaging that shrinking terminus and haunted horizon,
Violent new catalytic staging,
Apocalyptic as a raging volcano popped,
Old Pliny stood rectified,
Reciting fragments of Greek prayers and antiquated poems,
Inciting transient Gods from other Roman times,
Lopped grape vines and sage leaves,
Ceremoniously cropped and rolled,
Every living thing remolded,
Struck deaf dumb and blind,
Smoking the world asunder with that holy toke,
Placing gold reality upon a sacrificial altar,
Sacred in that scared volcanic way,
Mucking through hot ash,
Survivors stuck going home,
Struck along an acidic Appian Way,
Acrid death tucked-in like a nervous seed,
Along an endlessly overgrown ditch,
Hiding walls of moxie rules under cosmetic ash,
Asphyxiation along those unseen borders,
Accosted and held up,
Overcome by some ancient truth,
All that caustic smash Vesuvius ejected,
Horrified crank from that deep volcanic repudiation,
Street bangles and back alley beads were wordlessly extruded,
Glorious extrusions adjoin to such a planetary crashing,
Strings of dinky trinkets capture respite and solitary attention,
Regiments of brash neon lights,
Flashing midst all that crazy Tyrrenhian colour,
Dazzling electric blue and sea green,
Dreamy filaments distract us from God's divine invention,
Those intentional elements barking aloud,
Marketing adventurous plastic food,
Loyally consumed by a phrased Loyalist convention,
Crazed devouring in this artificially praised world,
We hear fools shouting out more school rules,
Incongruous tools that come advent should by all reason be absent,
Guns quiver in their master's shoulder-holsters,
Such keen and bolstered resentment,
Anxious cartridges secretly blessed,
Earmarked for blood and savoured,
Lobbyists with their many coats and flavours,
Sweet corruption swept under threadbare neolithic carpets,
Favoured troopers tattooed as deranged gun fools,
Terrorist attacks embody bitter rage and utmost disrespect,
Spin doctors and sin doctors raise their pathetic flags,
Trying advertising and other chronic public displays.
Openly flying right-wing patriotic rags,
Crying justice has been liberally redressed,
Regressive rubber tongues literally confess,
Digestive wagging and spinning truth,
Bragging biscuits and uncouth falsehood,
Public speculation while trying not to gag,
Righteousness has been trapped and captured,
Troubled wisdom has been beaten down,
Repressive thought and compressed ideas,
Redefined should's into undefined could's,
Misused rage entering the muse stage,
Abused oceans rise with rapturous applause,
Rousing a confused audience,
Upper and lower fractional zones compromised,
Overwhelmed by harsh yays and nays,
Barricades of outright lies and boxed up trash,
Brazenly this volatile planet is plundered,
Floundering with hounding political policies,
Impressive imaginary Emperors react,
Achieving all that they dream of,
Missions for all that greatness again,
Publicly stripped leaders are posing nude,
Meanwhile millions of precious birds have fallen,
Plummeting from our jeopardized sky,
Schools of stricken fish are calling,
Heated and washed up on rapacious river shores,
Exposing horrid islands of plastic flotsam and other ocean lore,
Seas of floating secrets,
Debunked but still recklessly dumped,
Once again turning our soylent green backs,
Closing our trickster coyote eyes,
Mum's the uncaring word,
A Trillionaire's plastic sum bloating the sorry sea,
God shakes his drafty universe and sighs,
Churning oceans are readily reviled,
Burning Eden has been defiled,
Pissed on like some pitiable bathroom floor,
Earth meets each pitiful new day,
Yesterday's relative pittance,
Greeted with an unbalanced nod,
Cryptic teetering with God,
Awash sadly in God's perfect light,
Breaching the randy surface of every rising ocean,
Reaching a critical brand and tipping point,
Days ago a metered phalanx of disjointed reliance,
Science bought and sold with no apparent conscience,
Busy humankind keeps barreling blindly along,
Full steam ahead singing some favourite war song,
Quarreling with contaminated logic,
Laminated with so many scientific taints,
Miscreants bludgeon every fainting cow,
Sacred science trolls without holy license,
Absently driven with few divine restraints,
General blaspheming as humankind merrily plays and sings,
Ring a ding ding,
Oh how we sing,
Ring a ding ding,
It began as a beer hall sting,
Ring a ding ding,
Ring a ding ding,
Why isn't our fragile world a happy thing?
Missiles and tankers and pipelines,
Marking yet another groaning war zone,
Sweet Ophelia moaning again,
Upended and freakishly tripping,
Condemned like some unbending heretic,
Defiantly stripping down to her pouting carrot stick frown,
Reprehensibly shouting she drowns herself again,
Redesigning rash Kings and classic frays,
Redefining playful volcanoes and smashed residents,
Inclined and dashing everything,
Everyone including brash politics,
Reprimanding intrusive Hamlet,
There he is weeping again,
Falling callously on the King's unsheathed sword again,
Craft reluctantly summoning sleeping warrior Mars,
Distraught under the infantile sun and urgent stars,
Encouraging feckless plumes of volatile methane,
This crass divergent world has truly gone insane.


Wednesday, March 27, 2019



Let us live,

Let compassion,


Empathy in our hearts,


Perhaps compassion and empathy,


Heartbeats into happiness,


Flirting with joy,


Joy into love,


Love into light,


Let all the world rejoice,


One sacred human voice,


Filled with love,


Overtones of empathy and compassion,


Beyond ration,


Extant of rationale,


Surrounded by electric,


Hectic existential rays and shimmering beams,


Glimmering shafts from eclectic dreams,

Reflecting love and life,


So it seems,


Life lived right,


Love into Light.



 

Monday, March 25, 2019




My Darling Succubus

I wake in this recurring dream,
Once again in that familiar place,
Alive in the House of the World,
My middle earth unfurled,
There she is once again,
With her flirty eyes,
And her rascal smile,
Her beauty so stunning,
My heart is beating like I'd been running,
She and I have wrestled together,
Off and on for thirty years,
She appears in that shirtless stealth of night,
First beckoning from a crystalline door,
Sex oozing out of her every pore,
Taunting and teasing me,
She never gives it up,
My dream ends before she pleases me,
She's always gone before we mate,
This glistening night though,
Another comet bristled by on some parallel race,
This cosmic time,
Our eyes reflected the stars,
She was overcome,
It seemed she suddenly spoke in rhyme,
Finally I had won,
She wasn't mine,
Not even from some other time,
This long long game was finally done,
From the winners space I bowed,
Banishing her from my sacred place,
Shutting her out from the House of the World,
My needy greedy Succubus,
She was wanting some luckless revelation,
Joe the Revelator,
Painting all those impressive murals,
Redressing the House of the World with all its gloss and pearls,
Embossing prophecy across my scriptured mind,
So much Domus Muni,
I'm staring hard at the glimmering Universe,
All that shimmering glory,
Ripping the glorious sky,
Finally sighting scarce freedom,
Realizing poetry is the right pigment,
Remarkably restoring Domus Mundi,
And like Picasso's loud Guernica,
That mesmerizing Succubus,
No longer hidden under some black shroud,
Finally blundered in her cobra dress,
My faith cornering her as she confessed,
Expatriated for good from my reckless dream,
Exiled from the House of the World,
Restless Joe the Judge and Jury,
Now like gaunt Mila Repa,
Flaunting such rich colour and hue,
Just like vibrant heron blue and undaunted Krishna,
I'm truly be here now,
Soaring across the staring heavens,
No more bungle in the jungle,
No more fumbling and no more rumble,
Because when I finally woke,
I found that I am freely dreaming,
Able to seamless be and fly again,
I'm devouring cake and ice-cream,
Seduction not bliss,
Was her second name,
Rash desire is never chaste,
I'm brashly sympathetic,
I've  lost my taste,
Bowing farewell,
Goodbye to my barren Succubus,
Opening my intuitive and seemly third eye,
Turning gentle words from purple to blue,
I've lost my taste for luckless pie.



Saturday, March 23, 2019




Poetry is the geometry of rainbows and other dreams,
All those prolific clouds and quantifiable storms,
All that radiant sunshine and other bliss.
Poetry is like the sulking moon,
All that evolving revolution,
Revolving with our blessed planet,
Reminding us that all too soon,

Destiny and night will fall,
More dreams will come,
To decorate our creative room,
The gravity of the situation,
Cells dividing,
One into two,
Mitochondria and chromosomes,
Sharing all that intrinsic knowledge,
More about fortunate life and the royal universe,
So much dark and light,
Nuclear constitution,
Like the sun and stars,
Galaxies resolving into insatiable black holes,
Like hungry lava dissecting Mount Fujiyama,
Molten rock vapourizing the fervent Hawaiian sea,
All those fearless yet extinct dinosaurs,
Glorious Mammoths preserved in Siberian permafrost,
Every atom and particle has a purpose,
Nothing exists that God hasn't a divine use for,
Our true wealth endures in perfect nature,
Beyond that only segmented worms have the richest answer,
One golden movement after another,
Like H2O in its fluid state,

Historic ice into water into vapour,
All those life giving qualities,
Everything is preserved in the end,
Reconstituted into divine thought,
Oceans of mysticism and preferential atoms,
So the endless story goes,
Finally poetry takes over,
Posing that eternal question,
What truly matters,
Is it the immutable beginning,

Or the questionable end?


Friday, March 22, 2019



So many venerable stolen shards,

Art by all those Nilotic craftsmen and Egyptian bards, 


All that superior Jupiter and warrior Mars predicted,


A conflicted view of extravaganza,


Allotted on that ancient African savannah,


Relics kept as national treasure and personal prize,


Excluded now and securely steeped in exclusive museum jars, 


Itemized remnants from all those lost continental cultures, 


All that avaricious plunder and recklessness,


Born out of empire and negligent wealthiness,


Such a stolid flight by greedy vultures, 


How should we truly and finally measure?


Such wretched egoistic selfishness,


Hording all that antiquated art and gold and snatched ancestral treasure.




Thursday, March 21, 2019



Pride has nailed us to its bloody cross,
Middle Earth has been divided once again,
Lower and lower we go,
A deep cleft has divided the world,
Human Kind has made a restless choice,
Crested God keeps divinity's eternal fire burning,
All the wild things have been placed on a sacrificial altar,
Galaxies and distant stars are imploding,
Such a lasting reverberating thought,
All Earth's great forests are falling,
Crested birds are falling too,
Earth's seas and oceans are rising in silent response,
With each passing day we come closer to an abysmal edge,
Yesterday we passed that crucial point of no return,
Precious resourceful light is changing,
Just like our changing costly atmosphere,
Soon the rising tide will wash away our many sins,
As more and more treasured life is extinguished,
Even those tall bejeweled towers are falling,
All those seemingly impervious castles are eroding,
Creation has signed many death certificates,
Knowledge is screaming in our left ear,
As wisdom flies out our right ear at the speed of light,
Terror is writing a long list of songs and poetry now,
Planet earth is sorely hexed,
All this penetrating vexing as her crust shifts,
Polarity greets each new day,
As earth's magnetic poles quickly shift,
Time and space has begun another epic journey,
We are lost and won't ever find our way home again,
God has closed his forgiving ears,
Shut those welcome doors to all our prayers,
An eternal end is nearing,
Even imperial fear won't save us,
Beyond our most perfect dreams,
Extinction looms where nothing good remains,
Love has been sacrificed by greed and  terminal hatred,
Righteousness has been consumed by inconsiderate evil,
Someday soon when the fervent sun rises,
The colour of the wind will be apparent,
Nothing will ever again remain the same,
There are a million reasons we should change our minds,
There are billions of reasons we should embrace a change of heart,
Now is the bitter start of something current,
We can't envision this looming unfamiliar horizon,
Doomed we don't have a single clue,
What this new perilous dawn will bring,
That's the critical thing,
All these black and white politics,
All these gray religions,
Marring our closed minds,
Still the far Universe expands,
Forever breathing in mending alpha waves,
Unceasingly exhaling angelic omega waves,
First thought and then a cosmic river flowing,
Now an eternal stream of rending trends,
Undubitably this world is surely lost,
Only God knows the hazards we unquestionably face,
Only questing God knows tomorrow's terrible and tragic cost.




Tuesday, March 19, 2019


So there must be a way . . .
maybe some might say . . .
just a single ray of sunshine . . .
after a cold and pouring rain . . .
but isn't it all the same . . . 
this shameful crying game . . .
maybe a gray ray of hope . . .
perhaps a slice of zealous joy . . .
but that serious jealous love . . .
that crazy demon love . . .
just plays and plays . . .

still hopeful in that spiral haze . . .
twisted hearts might cope . . .
perhaps with all those shifting quantum kisses . . .

dreamy misses in the dark of night . . . 
yet perhaps just a ray of lifting light . . .
comes to gift our longing souls . . .

arrives to mend our broken hearts . . .
but finally somehow . . .
still striving someway . . .
yet we're still distant and far apart . . .
and mischievous love won't find us . . . 

grievous love just can't stay . . .
cruelly there is nobody . . . 

selfish but lonely anybody . . .
so don't get caught up in somebody . . .

risky love is never there . . .
dreamy love is rarely brave at all . . .
shake-off confusing mysterious love . . . 

for when we wake love just won't be there . . .
rakish love just never truly dares . . .

fake love just never really truly cares . . .

Monday, March 18, 2019


Angela - On the Eve of Your 36th Birthday

You're on that big bird,
Flying out over a vast ocean,
Such a great mystery,
So many novel thoughts,
Flying through your pretty head,
Mixed feelings as you soar above the clouds,
You want to smile but tears fall instead,
Baby you're flying,
You're soaring,
Leaving behind those crystal beaches,
So many thoughts coursing through your mind,
All those feelings you're holding dear in your heart,
A myriad of memories you're taking with you,
All those precious moments you're leaving behind,
All those words and sentences you've manifested,
All those languages and foreign smells,
All those sweet and savory flavours still ling'ring in your mouth,
Away you fly from Thailand,
That mountain highland,
Far away and in your distant south,
Flight attendants will be serving you a western breakfast,
In the eastern sky a morning sun is rising above the spinning earth,
Thoughts mingling with northern emotions as you fly,
Those precious weeks in Thailand,
All those wondrous moments when you laughed and cried,
After tomorrow you'll be back where you'd begun,
Stepping back into that other dream,
When darling life was young,
My bird girl,
Safe flight,
Safe journey,
God be with you all the way,
May your guardian angel hold your hand,
May joy and happiness travel with you,
On your long journey to our northern land,
Let love into your beating heart,
As all those mysteries of life,
Attend your every moment,
Carry you safely to your native land,
You're so high above the earth now,
Like a bird you're flying free,
Like a Golden Eagle or Thunderbird,
Your perfect soul is soaring home with thee,
There are mountains in your future,
A million stars and galaxies yet to unfold,
So many wondrous stories still to be told,
Ten thousand chapters yet to be written,
A hundred thousand adjectives,
All that verbal love that you'll be smitten with,
All that life you're yet to be gifted with,
All those sparkling jewels that you will be blessed to hold,
A brilliant sun is rising in the east,
There is thunder in your heart,
Part of you you've left behind in wondrous Thailand,
Still you know deep down you're heading to a greater feast,
Where your brilliant life will flourish,
Where you'll bathe in God's great glory,
Where love and joy will find a home inside you,
Where all your dreams will be imagined,
Where brave strength and all your courage,
Will help you do your part,
Someday,
Many years from now,
When you have grown old,
You'll look back remembering,
All these golden moments like a brilliant light,
All these novel moments in your glorious life,
That carried you through this wondrous night.

Sunday, March 17, 2019



Out of the east,
Comes the rising sun,
So we rise,
Greeting the new day,
Welcoming a new spring,
With the rising sap,
Freshening a new earth,
So we rise,
Like a rising morning mist,
Fresh with new thoughts,
Welcoming a new season,
We rise,
Singing praises to God,
We rise like the rising sap,
Imagining a new dawn,
Rising out of the east,
Investing in new thoughts,
Rising like fresh new growth,
Out of the freshening earth,
And we rise,
Refreshed by the rising sun,
Exhilarated by a new season,
Welcoming each fresh spring breeze,
Rising out of the land and sea,
Inventing new creation,
Out of our intentional minds,
We rise with each heartbeat,
We rise embracing each grand spring,
As the rising morning sun,
Touches us with all its goodness,
Kisses us awake with all that splendid radiance,
We rise,
Celebrating new life,
So God hears our goodly prayers,
Rising out of the winter din,
We rise and find this world we're in,
Rises anew to meet the growing day,
Raising ample spirit and charitable soul,
Applauding life so the very sacred stays,
We rise from winter's barren slumber,
Visualizing divinity's sacred goal,
We rise with each forgiving spring,
Marked by Earth's good umber,
We rise with  the warming dawn and generous sap,
Ushered by a wondrous chorus of spring birds that sing.



Saturday, March 16, 2019


When night fell,
I fell too,
Tumbling from that resting place,
That plenitude of late afternoon,
Those gentle hours,
Peace upon my face,
Such an anomaly,
Clouds recite a spiritual homily,
We can't help ourselves,
Words shall ne'er suffice,
No matter how deep we delve,
Holiness shall never reveal its device,
Ne'er ope that sacred book,
Kept upon a sacred shelf,
God knows there is no point,
This mixed-up human race,
All gooey yet unglued,
Not knowing what is real or true,
For children can only wonder why,
Dream of what certainly must be a lie,
Life's dream of what human kind must try,
Beyond the night,
Where silence fell,
Beyond the blight,
Where justice dwells,
So eternal light,
Beyond all that erring dark,
Gobbled up by time and space,
Until morning comes,
When the sun decides life is worth it,
So we commit to daylight,
We wake and fight,
Surviving all this daily life,
Enduring all that is so counterfeit,
Still we fall,
Resurrected again and again,
Walking and talking,
Roaming this earthly plane,
One day following another,
Always into night,
Forever into dreams,
Love and life and lovers,
Alpha and omega marks us,
So we embark,
No matter what the fuss,
We love all those songs of Meadowlarks,
We fear predators and heartless sharks,
Still the restful night comes,
Restless stars are summoned,
Galaxies revolve around the boundless centre,
Evolving around a restive pinpoint,
Where night meets day,
Where dreams meet each reality,
Where light reveals eternal night,
Where sacred reveals divinity.

You haven't called in over five weeks,
Somehow time plays tricks,
Seems like months since I've heard your voice,
On Tuesday I thought of you,
On Wednesday you called,
Hesitantly answering,
A beckoning ring,
"Hello",
We spoke like old friends,
Listening between the lines,
You don't surprise me anymore,
I guess I'm aware of at least some of your trends,
All your words reveal all the signs,
I'm the mat beneath your feet forever more,
I've hung aromatic garlic from the garden,
Freshly bundled on my porch,
Just to stay love's vampires,
Keep them safely away from my hovel door,
Still what I did,
Crossing deep vast oceans,
Scaling snowy mountain peaks,
Writing all those tender poems,
Remembering your sweet surrendered kiss,
So much honest emotion,
Only true lovers hear true love speak,
All those remembered perfumed dreams,
All that love and tender bliss,
So I fall it always seems,
Estranged by love and all of this.

Wednesday, March 13, 2019


Out of the living earth,
Deep down where time is fixated,
Gambits of ambient pressure,
Heated pillars of incandescence,
Engines of luminescence,
Billowing with symphonic resonance,
What a chorus of deluxe capitulation,
Elephants and great whales rumble with approval,
Mineral displacement ruptures the crux,
Inner enlightenment rails like some ancient succubus,
Shimmering starlight reflecting God's shining eye,
Compassion melting the inner core,
Heart of the tenuous matter,
Such a flux of galactic struggle,
Beneath the fluttering depths of Earth's deep oceans,
Moths and butterflies have invaded earthly dreams,
Triumphant jubilation has erupted from the planet's womb,
Rivers of blood mixed with lotus blooms,
Salinity describes her oceanic turbulence,
Thunderbirds screech from the stratosphere,
What might we discover,
If we only look up,
Or peer into those deep divisions,
Crevasses disassembling glaciers,
Minerals into a crystalline mass,
Clarity seems like a necessary function,
Flocks of charitable Sanderlings,
Disappearing into the shifting grind,
Gravity and changing synergy,
All that grand earth energy,
Gravel into concrete,
Molten thoughts and viscous words,
Hardened before the virtuous sun rises,
Atheistic sand into glass,
Capping old wounds and broken springs,
Those torpid igneous places,
Where dash it all,
Fiery love failed to heal,
All those festering wounds,
Concealed by all those billowing clouds,
Those towering shrouds of denial,
Ostentatious condemnation of innocence,
All those fractured lava vents,
Forcing perplexity and the unseen,
A nuclear metamorphosis,
Restive night into blistering day,
Forging a thirsting consciousness,
Such a crucible of creation,
All this untenable reproduction,
Thought into word,
Motion into emotion,
Stars into black holes,
Extravagance beyond imagination,
Mental imagery touched by a cosmic muse,
Creation's sparking fuse,
Pure sparkling water,
Hot air and surging steam,
Just another vibrant dream,
Empire it seems,
As Mother Earth erupts,
Grievous time and creation agree,
Planet earth and God's universe,
Remain tempestuous and free.


Monday, March 11, 2019




Still,

this solemn December fog,


drawing us further,


towards the even,


when January stars overtake the dry day,


still,


nary a breath of February swish,


no March wash or toss,


snow crystalline,


upon the resting ground,


still,


those foggy December places,


brushed by winter freeze and beats,


still,

wrapped by frost and snowy traces,


sapped by winter's testy feats.

Sunday, March 10, 2019


Staring hard at the landscape,
I recognize the faces of my ancestors,
We're not really here for the Universe,
We're here for love and for ourselves,
The Universe wouldn't really notice,
If we disappeared,
Vanishing into the landscape,
Dematerializing into nothingness,
Fading deep into space,
That iconic place where we began,
God gifted us with life,
Living to love and learn.


Life is us,
Like the living cosmos,
Eternal love supports performance,
There isn't much the moon will tell us,
Reckoning craters and tears and heartaches,
All those trials and tribulations,
Existence here on mother earth,
All these earthly trails,
Leading us through the quavering Universe,
All those wavering songs of Hallelujah,
Reverberating from galaxy to galaxy,
God's trembling songs for us,
Molding the mysterious Universe,
Everything ordered and behaving,
All these weaving hymns,
Trill quivering throats,
So much unforeseen and more,
We're grounded here with our inherent yearning,
God's cosmic gifts for us,
Life and love and learning.

All these dreams,
Spatial reality so it seems,
All these visions of freedom,
Like a population of kind smiles,
Nodding compassionate acknowledgements,
Empathy expressly shared,
Wand'ring through the extravagant crowd,
All this song-like poetry,
Up lyrical Baker street,
Left on Victoria to Ward,
All those brilliant memories at 29 Claude street,
Past venerated Ainsworth and upstart Kaslo,
All the way north to Porter Creek,
One damn reality to the next,
One giant step for neo-discovery,
One freestyle cartwheel to neo-recovery,
This artful Canadian dream,
Where deep canyons,
Carving their practical way,
Meditating over eons,
Shape an impatiently fragile world,
White water and cold water and blue water,
Drop after sacred drop,
Blessed drips of water,
Chiseling prophesy into hard rock,
For sacrosanct love and water's sake,
Reciting inviolable poetry,
Echoing across the reticent landscape.

All those groomed love songs,
Looming ash piles of incinerated hearts,
Artistic bits and pieces of broken lovers,
Blowing in the autonomous wind,
Tomorrow will be reshaped,
Dreams can be landscaped,
If we listen carefully,
We'll hear revealing poetry speak,
Perhaps we'll even see the light,
If we turn a blind eye,
Turn and even sometimes run,
We shall surely stumble,
Tumbling as we try so hard to fly.

We are held captive here,
Enslaved by this oppressive atmosphere,
Impressive chemistry constructing visions and other realities,
Chained by life to this virion earth,
Gone viral with so much epic fear,
Overcome by so many skeptical mysteries,
Labouring to be tuned in,
Trying to feel and see and hear,
Gone are those virulent dark days,
Stark episodes when a remarkable moon,
Marked social life and human history,
But now we are blinded by some sordid light,
Fortune has beckoned us forward,
Toward that legendary edge,
Where humankind stands to call,
Atop that majestic yet scary ledge,
Where we either heroically fly or tragically fall.

Love won't catch us,
As we fall,
Love can't save us,
When rigorous destiny calls,
That arrow you unforgivably shot,
Piercing my bleeding heart,
Still a gaping wound there,
Lamentably gashed as love doesn't care.

Far beyond those dangerous canyons,
Past all those petrified dreams,
All those blessed liquid drops,
Water configuring the world,
Atmospheres of love and chemistry,
Styling the colour of the wind,
Admitting without blue oceans,
Blue sky would not exist,
All these hopes and dreams,
All these atmospheric motions,
Simply could not resist,
Breezy twisting love,
Shifting lusty notions,
Down busy Baker street,
Past Ward and Richards,
Into the din of the resilient mountains,
Haunted forests where dreams are found and lost,
Old growth visions waking the soul,
Jungles urging rapturous love to intervene,
Encouraging this bionatural cost,
Remodeling pitfalls and deep dark holes,
Where love is always lost it seems,
Where lonely hearts are pierced,
By fearsome love with all its cruel means.

There is no such thing as unconditional love,
Provisional love,
Indivisible love,
But conditions exist in physics,
A shrewd molecular structure,
Synapses radiating beyond aperture,
Fixing variable light into reality,
Dreams into contextual rights and wrongs,
Discoloured love waits impatiently,
Banging out love songs,
Conditionally expecting more,
All those pangs and heartfelt wanting,
Clanging helplessly against love's black and white door.

Yet in the end there is precious life,
Midst transparent trying love,
Crying dependent love songs,
Chained behind love's rapturous door,
Atmosphere remains key,
Divine water washes over us,
Prophetic flotsam arriving on love's distant shore,
Washed up like bottled prayers,
This plastic world,
Like plastic love,
Strangling whales and mermaids,
Choking Poseidon himself,
Expressive chemistry matching Rapunzel's impressive braids,
Love stretching those outer limits,
Towering above fantasy's blissful realm,
Casting spells that love dreads,
Precious life at Nature's helm,
Losing treasured love in uncharted chasms somehow,
Stitching true love into that loveless abyss,
Pitching hope where we never really know,
If honest love will truly hit or abjectly miss.

Thursday, March 7, 2019


All those Sundays at the altar,
All that 11:00 a.m. sunlight,
Streaming in through tall church windows,
Congregation backlit by some sort of faith,
Concepts and wise shafts of light,
Steaming words falling on half asleep ears,
Paul's Anglican smile permeating the congregational din,
Shrouds lifted by holy thought and deed,
Veils drawn for a view of divine supper,
Who served the fish stew?
Even if it was thin soup satisfaction was guaranteed,
Blood of Christ,
Body of Christ,
Eat and drink,
For no man shall enter heaven,
Barren of this validating meal,
Dessert was a foregone conclusion,
But not at this supper table,
Wine was liberally drunk,
Apostles preferred wine,
To meat or fish or flesh,
Or bread or the word of life,
All things suffer,
First premise,
Long before the cross,
Epochs before Golgotha,
Suffering was born with first thought,
Thus all things suffer,
Longing for no one suffering,
Longing for more wine,
Not wanting to be a cannibal,
Dining on consecrated flesh,
Perhaps blood is thicker than wine,
Prayers more important than flesh or wine,
Divinity didn't intend cannibals,
All the beasts of the field,
All those birds in the air,
Waking at the divine altar,
Praising God for all this suffering,
Wisdom doesn't come from wine,
Truth can't be digested out of flesh and blood,
Some spectrum seems necessary,
Like joyful singing and happy dancing,
An eternal flame,
So many people on fire,
Self-immolation abounds,
Strike the match,
See us burn,
Such a humiliating conflagration,
Just what did we learn?
What wisdom did those agonizing flames teach us?
Yet every spark,
Igniting our souls,
From light,
Into night,
Into light again,
Eternity clothed in its divine refrain,
Just the same,
All this destructive fire,
All this torrential rain,
So when the sun shines,
We rejoice,
Every voice lilting,
Sweet upon summer's breeze,
All this planetary tilting,
All these prayers whispered by sacred trees.

Wednesday, March 6, 2019



Winter holds high court,
All that dank and dangerous,
Legal structure held in fortitude,
All those brave and courageous,
Arresting this and that,
Sorting emotions and actions into fractions,

Factions don't fret,
They'll bleed you,
They'll toss you over the edge,
Remember me as I was,
Not as I am,
For I have given up all hope,
Balancing on the apocalyptic precipice,
Knowing every box canyon ends the same,
Entrenched by towering castle walls,
Created treachery at its best,
Winsome folk need not apply,
These are airy elevations,
More than rare,
That very thin atmosphere,
Scratching the stratified ionosphere,
Attempting to see beyond the blazing stars,
Atomic eruptions blinking back at us,
Like we are a crowd of starstruck fools,
Too cool to care.

Scantily clad summer with its heady perfume,
Fragrance adopting that scented forum,
Still winter court comes to order,
Snow white elements arduously selected,

Showy jurors with their stealth and limber,
Citing additions and multiplications,
Rounding down a fine line,
Sums of frozen speeches and rancid cream,
Sentences of deprivation and even death,
Probabilities will never equal reality,
Only lightning can save us now,
Hurricanes are not enough,
I am tattooed with angst,
Branded by that cur called love,
I surrender to the converse universe,
Realizing there are no imparted givens,
Slipping artfully past all those happy endings,
Radical shadows mock those that partisan love has convicted.

Courtroom walls loom,
Dank air fills that stolid room,
Dark and stale in that solid din,
Searching for a rare black pearl,
Hidden deep in roiling sin,
Finding cold unhappiness,
Nothing truly ranks first,
Cruelly it's all or nothing,
One and one,
Two by two,
All in all,
Majority rules,
Something enumerated then found,
Something numerically lost,
Only empty pods,
No peas or pearls,
Appeasement is creased,
Those seedy jurors condescend,
Rescinding all of love's God given rights,
Time shall be the final judge,
Even courtrooms must abide,
Seconds and minutes and hours and days,
Months into years and decades,
Life sentences,
Blocking the stairway to heaven,
Wrenched here and then there,
Sensibility seems only a dream,
Each hour a xenophobe nightmare,
Every day a calamitous scene.

Bigotry has strangled the beloved,
Crazed sprites dance wildly,
Watching Rumpelstiltskin rejoice,
Spinning chaff into riff-raff,
Burning justice at the righteous stake,
Only cinders and ash remain in the end,
Rash words into sentences,
Penalties leaving wounds and scars,
So winter court is finally adjourned,
Each juror inclined t'wards their own make-believe peace,
Reclined temperance the true culprit,
Skewered love on a spit,
Brashly braised and publicly roasted,
Cannibal chauvinism devours life,
Every bigot cowers then drowns,
Smothered by lower life in the end,
Only compassionate warriors can survive,
Love retreats to another foreign camp,
Creating fire and shelter like in the old days,
New reality in this overwhelming vamp,
Escaping high court and its dim flickering lamp.

Monday, March 4, 2019


When I woke,
Excited,
Ablaze in that starry dream,
Words,
God spoke,
Lying naked in the cold stream,
Where love's legions ruined us,
That mighty two edged sword,
Piercing our pounding hearts,
Such a terrible fuss,
Oh Lord! Oh good Lord!
Swift currents have swept us far apart,
Our love has been submerged and drowned,
Every rapid and every barrage,
Sweeping love away,
Such a hazardous undertow,
Deep into unknown depths,
Where the world is blind,
Heartstrings entangle us so,
Captivating love is seldom kind.

Sunday, March 3, 2019


You're not as primitive as me,
I'm more tribal in my thinking,
My bare bones have me rooted in the trees,
Your full breasts have me dreaming,
Drinking thirsty bliss into all of this,
Knowing I can't live,
Give you all of this,
Caressed by bliss,
You're modern standards,
Bandied about on city streets,
Staged in my primitive mind,
All this circus,
So much ruckus,
Times that oft weren't kind,
Oft those crazy beats,
Where two vanities often meet,
A dry rind,

Withering under the intolerant sun,
My wavering mind,
Drifting in an indolent sea,
Blood rushing through its jeweled course,
You and me,
Dredging love from the bottom of the sea,
You and me,
Dodging cupid's arrows which that devil shoots with glee,
Codging on my own,
Revolution such as the stars have shown,
Action compacted into drone and moan,
Harken to ringed Saturn,
Trailed by red Mars,
While the grail moon,
Hides its shy and sultry face,
Convex curtains have hidden timeless glory,
Vexed for certain such an inglorious story,
I'm on my knees,
Repenting before the final fray,
Still you tease me,
Not black or white but always gray,
So I wander hopelessly cloaked,
Revoking destiny before the night comes,
I've set fire to love,
Watch it burn,
Love soaked in grief,
So much disbelief,
My tears are like rivers,
Flash floods across my face,
Grace has abandoned me,
Left me with shivers,
Watching love burn,
Watching you turn away,
Again and again,
Today just like yesterday,
Hearts can't feign love,
Love like water,
Blessings from God,
Inattentive us,
Letting love like water,
Run through our disbelieving fingers,
Such a disappointed fuss,
Love with all its extraordinary mess,
Like a flash flood,
Carving a dangerous way,
Twixt rock and muck,
Sluiced into some disagreeable channel,
Unrelenting until the raging storm has passed,
So we raft down love's rank canals,
Beneath the surface of the crackled earth,
Far below crevasse and cave,
A seismic berth where hidden love raves,
Causing hearts to break,
Causing love to make,
Mistake after mistake,
Like a ray of light searching,
Seeking some reflective surface,
So in time love might truly find,
A mirror heart that cares,
Braving crazy love in kind,
When we're drowning in a sea of love,
When joy and happiness have been stolen away,
Only gracious light can save us,
Only truth and right will find us,
Before we finally close our weary eyes,
Before we tragically die from heart ache,
Only tragic love will cure us,
Only brutal love will ever care enough to make us wise.

Saturday, March 2, 2019



First encounters,
Are sometimes,
Fucking,
Terrifying.

Second time around,
Often the same nervous thing,
Preparation and suffering to learn,
Experience eventually saves us.

We're not conceived then born,
Knowing just how to fuck,
Myriads of critical moves to learn,
So many genuine encounters needed.

Great dancing and a passionate lover,
God is splitting a universal gut,
Somewhere hidden in the cosmic din,
Rooting from the dark back row.

This is where we make our stand,
Brave and naked on this earthly stage,
Craving universe our captive audience,
The craven moon our adoring relative.

Rivers of unpolluted water,
Generous rays of pure sunlight,
All these fragrant forests and earthly delight,
God applauds the perfect day and flawless night.

Often we forget our faultless lines,
Stumbling onto the blazing stage,
Indifferent footlights blinding us half the time,
Somehow we sing in tune as we perform and age.

Each vital breath,
All this basic consciousness we flaunt,
Every crucial heartbeat,
All this euphoric love we want.