I've been a thousand things
I'm moving on
Because those thousand things
Are gone
I'm moving on
I've seen a million things
Now they're gone
Billions of things
They're all gone
I'm moving on
I'm moving on
I'm the rug
I'm the chair
I'm the couch
I'm moving on
I'm the floor
I'm the wall
I'm the window
I'm moving on
I'm the mule
I'm the cat
I'm the bird
I'm moving on
I'm the flower
I'm the garden
I'm the seed
I'm moving on
I'm the seashore
I'm the ocean
I'm the waves
I'm moving on
I'm the daylight
I'm the nighttime
I'm the twilight
I'm moving on
I'm the comet
I'm the element
I'm the ray of light
I'm moving on
I'm the sunrise
I'm the sunset
I'm the universe
I'm moving on
I'm moving on
I've been a thousand things
Those thousand things are gone
I've seen a million things
Now they're gone
Billions are all gone

 

I human
Two arms two legs
One body
One head
Naked I
Barren of physical tools
Am I
In affect
Nothing
But a whimsical fool
Egg came first
In this great exudation
Nothing more
Just a six legged insect
Personal pupation
On this someday play
Some bit of magic
Metamorphosis
Perhaps
We will all hatch
One day
Unfurl butterfly wings
Frittered by and by
Such a shortened lifestyle
Amongst other spells
Embellished things
Born to live
Sincerely
A brief moment
In time
Flutter from stamen to stamen
For a while
Perhaps all things
Shall hatch someday
A whirring
Dragon fly
Victorious
Flapping by
A stinging wasp
Vicious
Warrior on the sly
A coiled asp
Hissing
Venom on this surreal day
An exoskeleton
Or some extra-terrestrial guy
Human me
Arms and legs 
Body and mind
Clothed I
Grinding
Sharpening tools
Implements for my possibles bag
Relevant I
Blatant I
Hunter gatherer
Successful I
Gathering
Tools sustain me
Intelligent I
Crafting spear and bow and arrows
Just like mischievous fire
Contained by me
A rare breed
Rarely I go hungry
Satisfying empty bellies
Feeding hungry flames
Gratified by a sacred rift
Awash in this ratified precious life
Savoury herbs cure my cooking
Medicine spouts from this good earth
Keeping the world healthy and strong
Roasting meat
Such a wealth and pleasure to eat
A welcome breath by my fire
Favouring my laurel cave
Wreathed I breathe
Secure and warm
Cave lion grumbling
Cave bear rumbling
Cave man speaking
Cave paintings talk to me
My brave moccasins walk with me
I'm stalked by old tracks
Those ancient imprints
Walking along
Down this earthly path
Maintained with my slave teepee
Siwash me
Alert and brave and strong
Wakan Tanka
Everything alright
Red Cloud I
Nothing wrong
Sitting Bull I
Veritable harmony
Yanked by lurking paint pot sprites
Awarding bright earth tone names
Red Yellow Feet I
Human walk about
Where there is no retreat
We and I repeatedly
Nature's replete stand
Making true life complete
Let us be
We and I
Teepee life on great western plains
Riding bareback I
Astride my painted pony
Cool pure water
Purity springing from Earth I
Once a vast I sea
Flooding this great plain
Stereo I
So many Horse I cultures
Typical I
Continent to continent
Warriors with raised shields
Strapping on armour
Degraded bone and stone
Traditional obsidian and flint
Recast into bronze
Compounding tin
Forging iron blades
Some gaze at an older ancient memory
Persistent dreams
Those the seasoned ones spoke about
Resistant legions of dark horsemen
Delivering death blows
Resistant regions around the world
Kings devouring land
Soldiers raging
Splitting skulls
Spilling innocent blood
Grilled by reticent lust
Guzzling fruitless wine
Gluttony devoured by greed
Becoming a majesty of excessive wealth
Kings and Queens
Regal pomp and pageantry
Plums and peaches
Tempestuous Lords and Masters
Silk and gemstones
Hording all the jeweled crowns
Cloistered in bombastic towers
Granting security from their cruel castles
Regaled bloody flags
Marching off
Another great war
Hardened invasive countries
Smothering far-off shires and counties
Scarred people falling to the left
Human I
Marred and plummeting
Pummeled on the adjacent right
Driven over the grueling edge
Legitimate peace
Sledgehammered into oblivion
Marching is a grievous nature
Legions laying siege
Forced creeping ahead
Peeping down every street
Remorseful people still reaping
Depending on fire
Detained and rendered over centuries
Demented by all those megaton blasts
Canons crassly roared
Remote belching and sudden death
Trails of smoke exhaled
Frail life
Filched away
Guilty blunderbuss and musket
Shredding every social fabric
Invading neighbourhood dreams
Gold molded this ornate culture
Stealth and future legions
Emboldened by unforgiving standards
Further remissive decisions
So many dismissive Presidents and Kings
Eventually dissed
Resentfully missed
Deceitful princes overthrow the family crown
Such deceptive egomania
Turgid events and megalomania
Terrified by parliamentary placement
Facing public replacement
The ruddy King's headless corpse
A bloody block where there is no remorse
Remarkable justice is tackled
Embarking on fully shackling the world
Partial votes win the impartial day
All in favour with the King's men
Partisan and party member say aye
All the riches remain in the tower
Gold sovereigns always win the hour
Most often a seemingly flowery but truly dour situation
All those cowardly lions
All those luckless peasants
Mucking life out of this sour world
Corruption becomes the constitution
Fucking armies killing demonized enemies
Fucked up mercenaries battling muck-a-muck incendiaries
Stuck up politicians selling truck loads of Gatling guns
Rattling politicians cages and idiotologies
Gathering ideological conscripts
Like cattle to the slaughter
Everything salvo under the sun wants to tattle
Claiming a salvaged bath and calming sleep
Drenched in balms and psalms
French perfume and rich saffron
Everything everywhere ravaged by fire
Savage systems are refueled
First mules and camels and horses
Then everything blowing steam
Inventing horse power
Gas and methane
Propane and plutonium
Explosions heard around the globe
Building robust armies
Gilded by internal combustion
Unreturnably mechanized and mobilized
Adhered plying killing machines
Recurrent bombs and bullets
Broken bodies and lives
Token bullets and bombs
Guernica remembers
Tribal women and their bleeding wombs
Reduced to bits by witless landmines
Blown to smithereens
Witnessed by cultures
Reduced to corpses
Tossed into open pits
Those more fortunate
Hurried away to secluded tombs
Extermination stuns every population
War comes like an annual rain
Dream I
My regaled cave
An alien place
Long time gone
Where hatred and loathing
Occupied neither nook or cranny
Master hunters became tribal masters
Shamans drum chanting
Entranced and decanted
Balm and medicine people
Freedom and fairness
Alive at the core of subsistence
One for all and all for one existence
Dying alongside three musketeers
It seems dreams
Some forgotten insistence
Still seams of coal
Still reams of toxic oil
Buckets of uranium and cesium
Seizing hard fuel for the future
Treasonous landing craft
All those unreasonable rockets
Ruling smart bombs 
Pressurizing the embalmed earth
Extending tragic arms
Expendable technology that harms
Extension becoming the atmosphere
Retentive data banks
Fat money banks
More ratatatat bombs
Rank bullets and skank tanks
Frank war and crank corruption
Making us all quiver
Delivered by every stank attack
Shivering together
Everyone huddled in some future cold
A muddled futuristic nuclear winter
Beat life sweats
Sweetness under the blazing sun
Street life with its constant duress
But still some shade
Crave I
I in my rave cave
Alone I
Earth spirits wander
Calling I
Brave Human I souls
Wondering what prayers I might have spoken
Pondering inhuman destruction
What if I
Hopeful I
What if God I
Could see us now
Dope metamorphosis
Some become butterflies
Seeking nectar
Reaching out to sweetness
Fluttering through life
Buttered by serene beauty
Flattering parasitic wasps
Depositing ratified eggs
Terrifying some unfortunate host
Most privileged name in a garish city
Where false news is delivered and boasting
Ghost words mostly
Devouring victims with no remorse
Just what should be tomorrow's curse?
Pardon life with boorish springs?
More casualties and constant strife?
If we could not speak
Did not see through human eyes
If we could not strike
Flint and steel to make fire
What colour would the wind be?
What songs would the world sing?
We and I
Speaking about survival
All needy
Something
Everything
Everyday history
Reminding us
We've come from the same cave
A mysterious place of optimism
Copulation and compassion
Hand prints and ancient mysteries
A Master painting
Spells cast upon every sacred wall
Faded blooms and gloomy faith cannot save us
New values in these changing forums
Ignore the real urgency
It's only a survival call
Keeping busy
Updating a profitable world
Still taking trophies
Those elite few
Shrouded in their neglectful glory
Arrogance and leaders
Forgetting that peace opens doors
Still it seems
Sorry climate change
Our degraded world grieves
Regrettably
Snow falling on dreams

Colossal snow flakes falling
Calling out for crystalline dreams
A fluffy cape cloaking the rugged lakeshore
Pristine shrouds this mountain valley it seems
A touching mountain tale of January snow once more
Falling gently o'er this ethereal landscape
Winter's crush on Kootenay Lake
Brushing the forest so white it gleams
Nature's serenade for Old Man Winter's sake

Lying still in my winter bed
Staring up at frilled cobwebs
Strands of lint littering my hinterland sky
All these frittered tangled thoughts
As I stay there wond'ring how and why
I heard Raven recite a winter poem
Then spread his wings he up and fled
Tugging at those cobweb strings
Brother Raven's mystical tone
Engraving words in my rave head
Some words smother me and make me cry
If I ever wake from this astral dream
If my aspiring heart forgets to beat
A relished moment after one last mystic line
Perhaps I'll close my eyes and I will die
I remember your smooth hand upon my zealous skin
All  those passionate love poems we're often in
Jealous I wish my palm was warm upon your silky skin
Still I close my weary eyes
Recalling all my yearning dreams
Expressed in sleep's wondrous guise
Visions test and tease my wanting soul
They make me rise and want to fly
Those prized wishful dreams
That come to me and make me want to cry
The thought of you should comfort me
Yet you're so very far away
We're so profoundly far apart
I've tried to understand
But I don't know why
Let me hold you in my burning heart
Let me bravely try to take you with me
When I close my weary eyes
And in my dreams we'll be together
In my fearless dreams we smile and fly
I still hear your gentle voice
As I lie here sentient and still awake
I wish I could fill this empty void
Wish I'd been your lasting choice
Wish we could be together for love's sake
I wish I could see your eyes and kiss your lips
Sweet sips of nectar when I recall your voice and hips
A tender morsel for love's blessed sake
A bitter dream that apart we both must take
All those hopes we once thought would last forever
Smashed and followed by a stream of tears
So many rash nights alone now
Let me tenderly hold you close
I've tried to dash my lonesome fears
Still I dream of you and your generous smile
Enduring so many lonely wintry years
I splinter into pieces and dream awhile . . . 

The price of vanilla
The price of coffee
The price of rice
The price of oil
The price of liberty
The cost of palm oil and sugar
The cost of clean water
The cost of nuclear power
The cost of missiles
The cost of freedom
The cost of life
The cost of extinction
Tree frogs
Amphibians
Steller's Jays
Varied Thrush
Reptiles
Snow Buntings
Native plants
Lapland Longspurs
Tundra permafrost
Glaciers and icecaps
Oregon Juncos
Woodlands
Puddle ducks
Marshland
Dabbling ducks
Sloughs and ponds
Diving ducks
Shore birds
Plovers
Lakes
Sandpipers
Greater Yellowlegs
Rivers and streams
Herons
Birds
Marsupials
Koalas
Tasmanian tigers
Flying squirrels
Common Loons
Arctic Loons
Rhinoceroses
Right whales
Bengal tigers
Blue whales
Sailfish
Sharks
Black marlin
Seas
Cod fish
Anchovies
Sardines
Oceans
Black-footed ferrets
Kit foxes
Swift foxes
Native grassland
Prairie dogs
Mountain blue birds
Flying by the seat of our pants
Flying like there is no tomorrow
The loss of habitat
The loss of species
The loss of rain forests
The loss of environment
The loss of temperate forests
The loss of birds and animals
The loss of sea life
The loss of coral reefs
The loss of one billion wild Australian creatures
The loss of ozone in the atmosphere
The loss of life
The loss of what is worthy
The loss of democracy
The loss of sovereignty
The loss of freedom
The loss of purity
The loss of personal security
The loss of books
The loss of libraries
The loss of freedom of speech
The loss of knowledge
The loss of wisdom
The loss of innocence
The loss of vitality
The loss of viability
The loss of humanity
The existence of goodness
The existence of poverty
The existence of homelessness
The existence of hatred
The existence of love
The existence of fear
The existence of cruelty
The existence of destruction
The existence of war
The existence of clear cuts
The existence of hardship
The existence of kinship
The existence of dysfunction
People in cities
People in villages
People in below standard housing
People in the streets
People in tents
People in space
People in card board boxes
People in the road
People in the way
People out in the rain and cold
People in war zones
Making bombs
Making tanks and planes and bullets
Making landmines
Making money
Making war
Making love
Making progeny
Making our way in life
Making waves
Making our way in the Universe
Making flags
Making a mess of things
Making plastic
Making disposable everything
Making horror stories
Making frightful moves
Making criminals
Making child molesters and rapists
Making ourselves look greedy and foolish and stupid
Making a travesty of things
Making waste of the world
Making a debacle of life
Making God shake godhead
Making chemicals
Making poison
Making life seem petty and worthless
Making us cry
Making us wring our hands
Making us hold our head in our hands
Making us despair
Making us want to stand up and shout
Making us wonder how
Making us wonder why
Making us bury the innocent dead
Making God wonder why
Making us fall down on our knees
Making us take a hard look at ourselves
Making us pray
Making sense of life
Making sense of death
Making jails and prisons
Taking prisoners
Taking trophies
Taking courage
Taking responsibility
Taking the right path
Taking more than we need
The age of the earth
The age of the moon
The age of the sun
The age of the Universe
The age of man
Having fearlessness
Having valour
Having self-assurance
Having guts
Having morals
Having high standards
Having human rights
Having animal rights
Having the right ideas
Having empathy
Having compassion
Having wisdom
Believing in something
Believing in nothing
Believing in the devil
Believing in religion
Believing in redemption
Believing in salvation
Believing in politics
Going blind
Going deaf
Going heartless
Going mad
Going to extremes
Going into outer space
Going to war
Going insane
Going extinct
Why not love and compassion instead?
Why not open our closed hearts?
Why don't we open our closed eyes?
Why not seek beauty and understanding?
Why not seek harmony and balance?
Why not independence and self reliance?
Why don't we see truth so we stop scratching our stupid heads?

Such dark days
This winter of our existence
Should we be amazed
Is there a uncertain haziness we ignored
It seems uneasy nature can be resistant
But all this crazy damage we've done
Nature itself must be dazed and abhorred
All our mutterings have seen us undone
A sputtering of wisdom but we're not really there
We're teetering on the frittered edge
One small slip and we won't be here
Some have vouched and testified
Few are ever satisfied
What is to become of us
Will the vexatious sun still shine
Will we ever be reassured and gratified
Somewhere there must be a happy heart
Somewhere there must be a slip of love that hasn't been ripped apart
I'm torn and sadly dissatisfied
Most hearts have been stratified
Worldwide joy has been shoved to the roadside
If goodness is merely implied
If kindness is on the backslide
What is to become of us
Can love restore happiness
Midst all this grievous fuss
Perhaps the moon will fall to earth
Crash in pieces as more hysteria is unearthed
If the stars blink out all at once
If a dynamic meteor smashes into us broadside
Perhaps all the dominoes will fall as earth is trounced
An ounce of blissful worth may be our guide
Perhaps we'll find an ounce of love deep inside
Oh our trembling hearts and souls
Reminding us of our worldly goals

Here we are
Wide eyed in this conflagration
With 2020 vision
All alive in this alien peregrination
Striving in this crawl about dreamtime
Writhing around with the hissing snakes
Calling out those bawling crocodiles
Y'all swimming and squirming naked
Falling over each other reciting verse
Radiant balls rolling down an earthly aisle of versatile
Elevating ourselves with all those other lofty birds and bees
One relevant day after another unrehearsed
All those old growth purists and secular dreams
Billions of spectacular trees
So many million things to do it seems
All these cotillion forests still to explore
All these hard core mysteries
Hidden at the bottom of deep mysterious seas
Mucked about by powerful oceanic streams
Luck and dreams
Above and below
More washed up
Flotsam drifting near some distant shore
Secret rooms where plans are made
Shady groves where passion streams
Reams of secret plans where danger plays
Exploring the eye and lay of the swamp
That vamp place where providence stays
Where ceremony dances in every camp
Awakened by romancing lights in the delicious sky
Prancing with a necromancer's heart and soul
Beaming light from a relished distant lamp
Rightly shining down like the world mattered
Here we are tonight
Gathered together
So flighty and scattered
Call the Mad Hatter if he's around
Call the village fire department
Tell them to bring their longest ladder
We don't need to be unevenly cloned
Lest we be even sadder
We need to be saved
We need to be revived
Let us be rectified
We just need a brave treatise
Something to boldly meet us at the trail head
Releasing us from this Imperial enclave
Sanctity guiding and unfolding us
Remolding our clasped and grasping hands
Here we are mired in a lot of fuss
Gasping back to a splendid sacred cave