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Saturday, February 29, 2020
Labour makes us hard Feeds us Body and soul We labour for the lords and masters We are but slaves And all that labour Ends in some disaster Such an undulating mass of humanity Millions dressed in their uniforms Billions that servility wants to reform I wonder if God sees the insanity Evolving in this universe God so masterly formed Some eyes are full of kindness Some eyes are full of hate Some hearts are full of compassion Some hearts want to ration at the gate Love and empathy For there is often little sympathy Some call it destiny Some call it fate But love If love We love Might See the truth Would we be so ruthless Could we be so uncouth Confusion makes us all moody and in despair Pollution makes us breathe filth and dirty air How dare we Don't we care Strike me deaf and dumb I wake and feel numb All the goodness of the earth Is buried beneath our feet While plastic excess continues to fill every road and street When rivers fail to run When forests fail to grow Perhaps then We'll wake Perhaps then We'll know Hardship has made us hard War buries us with all our fears If peace can exist If love can rise and perhaps persist Who would rule the earth Who would be the masters Maybe we just need to run faster Maybe we can avoid further disaster Have the village Shaman Toss their sacred bones Have the villagers stand together Singing in sacred tones The sun will continue to rise and shine The moon will still reflect all that fine light But it is only us Who can define what is right If we only sing patriotic songs Confine what is wrong I truly fear Seven billion dreamers can't be wrong Our final path Won't be very long Even with all those curves and lines Tattooed upon you and all your kin Years of imaginary prayers and mantras Some imagined glory and fantasy Tattooed upon your skin Making us go blind To this madness we're all stuck in In this madness we all find
Friday, February 28, 2020
I've got prayer flags in my window
dharma
Turmeric staining prayers upon my soul
samadhi When God Almighty comes knocking
nirvana I'll not abandon my sacred path or goal
Thursday, February 27, 2020
In the beginning God climbed out of his black hole Resigned There would be light Enlightenment came With the brand new dawn A profound garden Blooming in the new universe First man and woman Waking in ephemeral Eden Finding they have two legs Standing Those pubescent ancient few Wondering About the moon and night and day Pondering The rise and bloom of the sun Ridding them of all their public gloom They realized some beginning Chants and prayers A rare golden goblet Out of the universal din Emergence from the roomy void Life Within this universal sacred garden A red rose grew Bursting with enlightenment A super nova too Fragrant honeyed poetry Consecrating divine heaven Brilliance with so much chemistry and worth As it is On this blue earth
Wednesday, February 26, 2020
I've been on pins and needles Wond'ring if all these questionable terms Are causing how skeptical this all feels Or is it all those lousy memories of hers Feeding this bonfire she's started under my bed Or is it just all those rousing things she's said Making me squirm like a worm Roasting in the boastful sun I feel like I'm writhing Inside my exploding head I feel like my brain's eroding As parts of me wash away I want to up and run There's a loaded gun In my trembling hand Her finger's on the hair trigger I wonder what her mind really figures I keep thinking she wants to scream When I take a stand When all my remarkable mem'ries surface As my harsh thoughts And harmful words Repaint the world Rewriting every story Remolding this ice age land There's a glacier Grinding through this quaint ancient valley Every rock and pebble Recounted in the final tally Every drop of freezing water Weighed as it washes through my hands Forever has come and gone again Each of our dreams has risen Then crashed together I wonder if anyone listens Harried by this wicked storm That's so quickly arisen Tearing us apart As our respectful feelings Are smashed by this stormy weather Dashed like a dying bird Plucked of all its colourful feathers What once was beauty And so iridescent Is now so dark and grey So unpleasant Because of age-old words I've spoken Because a bright-eyed Shaman Has deciphered the bones We have tossed Because a sleeping demon Suddenly woke and has arisen Causing the uneasy earth itself To move beneath our unsteady feet In our anxious houses Igniting fires Causing this frightful blaze Razing us in our full attire Our world's burning What a dreadful cost I turn around three times Thinking each time That what we had is surely lost As the stars fall down Around our feet As flames devour our flammable words We speak each and every time Making us twirl Swirl and dance That cursed dance of death Departing we roil Boiling in this stew we've made Making us twist and turn Where we are restless Alongside open graves Where our darkest mem'ries Are quietly laid.
If only we had some faith For goodness sake If only our hopes and dreams Could be good and real And not just fake If only the brilliant sun would shine Upon this dark and drastic place If only redemption Could remake All this cold and hurtful disgrace If only truth and beauty Could place a smile Upon this sad and sorrowful face.
There are so many wicked houses That need burning down There are so many wicked demons That I've found Forgiveness escapes me As I kindle each fire I've tossed my burning heart Into the flames that make me Confess my wicked sins and attire Love has torn me apart Bit by bit Love has left me in pieces Cursed by all my wicked fits.
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
So many foreign dreams and tales All that steely talk about Stalin All those unfeeling political stars and stripes Infringing on profound borders Pushing and pulling Pulling and pushing Like an angry rip tide Trying to drown the world Trying to tear the earth apart The colour of the world So many dialects Language only some understand Subversive ideas that corrupt the world That sorrowful essence love cannot include If only we remained as children Instead of turning into grievous monsters Greed stirs the pot Want makes us go blind If only I would finally wake To feel the truthful sun To see beauty in the rising tide To see peace opening doors If only the world were one in kind A peaceful loving mind Remind me we are not in love With the Angel of Death Perhaps then peace and love might find us Kiss us when we go to bed Let us know that we all are safe Show us that God truly isn't dead
Monday, February 24, 2020
Once When I was But a child Long before You were born Wandering deep in the forest I met a prowling tiger Neither of us Dared make a sound Expectantly pondering Inspecting each other We keep scrutinizing Bright shafts of sunlight Piercing the forest canopy Respecting that space Like some courageous creature Journeying forever from the stars A distant bird called out Awakening that striking tiger And my stricken self Two hearts loudly beating Unfazed and gazing up Staring apprehensively Into those tall looming trees Through that misty canopy Beyond the veiled sky Far away in time Where revelations often lie A blistering vision we shared Fare from mystic heaven Like some mystery we dreamed A cryptic bird called out again A fearless blessing so it seemed
Sunday, February 23, 2020
one of his students some live with faith one of his students some dwell on religion one of his students asked Buddha some kneel before icons one of his students some pray to dead saints one of his students asked Buddha "are you the messiah?" one of his students some bow down to god "no" answered Buddha some bow down to gods one of his students "then are you a healer?" one of his students some dwell on mysticism one of his students "no" replied Buddha one of his students some rely on incantations and magic one of his students some worship before idols one of his students "then are you a teacher?" persisted one of his students some pray to dead prophets one of his students "no, I am not a teacher." one of his students "then what are you?" asked one of his students exasperated one of his students some believe in voodoo and cannibalism the taste of flesh and fresh blood one of his students some stripped to the bone one of his students "I am awake" Buddha replied one of his students a sacrificial lamb one of his students some imagine life out of death one of his students some cry out to God for resurrection some cry out for a King one of his students some mill around vexed by predilection one of his students some believe in crucifixion some have faith in martyrdom one of his students some are sleeping one of his students some are dreaming one of his students some are invisible one of his students Buddha one of his students
Saturday, February 22, 2020
Here we are Speaking about oil and tar Talking about vapourizing sand In this epic time of dinosaurs Changing the sea and land Some are meat eaters Raptors with long pointed teeth Some are grazers and browsers Far reaching creatures with humongous appetites Devouring all the greenery Midst the disappearing scenery There are scavengers Those ravenous loathsome few With their stinking conventions So many horrible habits Picking at all the scraps and bitter fragments Pecking at all those smelly bits Putrefying orts only lesser species can stomach Choking down remains generally deemed unfit Revolting leftovers dominant reptilians leave to rot Even though their invocations upset the world That's what we've sorely got Roughage that always comes out in the end Like this rippling modern shit storm Crippling the entire world We still breathe and walk In this seething time of dinosaurs Species that will be buried and forgotten Perhaps dug up a million years from now Exposed by some future alien archeologist Time travelers revealing historic sordid times Another species discovering centuries of planetary strife Realizing folly that left the pristine world A polluted stagnant mess That fatal blow will come again Reeking of meteoric vengeance Something big and streaking Grazing the awestruck moon Cosmic segments of mystery Striking the expectant earth Fazing earth's geology Layer upon sedimentary layer Another end of time moment One we all have feared When all the roaring dinosaurs Reluctantly disappeared
Friday, February 21, 2020
you will be used by men all those passionate kisses you will be abused by them all those hard knocks and lasting hurts you will be told you are free sometime in the malignant night all this cruel humanity somewhere in the unforgiving dark you will believe them before you flee so much selfish greed and vanity one challenging heartbeat at a time leaving you wond'ring if true love is insanity all those kisses you will no doubt find hopefully you wish upon love's devoted poetry if only every line would make sense and honestly rhyme but you are woman snatched and captured enraptured by worldly notoriety you live and try to blossom fragile blooms in this brutal world cruelly ruled by a vast paternal past time where women's dreams are dashed most in kind with all that you've been given men have coerced you both body and mind you've been driven a holy ghost has given life on paleomagnetic earth a careless host as it is in mankind's unforgiving heaven
Thursday, February 20, 2020
square is the new round no more circumference only purchased angles delineated edges a careless monotonous sound detained by war makers attained by space makers a battle of mathematical life nothing too profound now everything lying squarely on the ground is fixed in a rigid box a locked box in the round liberally crowned and contained some retained measure of vox harping on those voiceless contents everything wrapped and nailed eventually mailed off a drone can do it no disdainful monkeys or malcontents no show-offs only credit cards and blackjack cards continually coughing it up with buddy this tough ruddy box like a pipeline we study its angles enough muddle with its bangles fuddle with its edges finger its cardboard ledges everything crimped and crinkled like sourdough and dinkel bread sprinkled with some angular street cred kneaded and baked we need to make it we need to take it or surrender and leave it but most kneel and stay in their quadrangle box being square instead of round
Wednesday, February 5, 2020
You Every day A kiss Your eyes Your lips Bliss Those legs Those hips You Every night Bliss We meet Body heat A kiss That secret nook Your come on look You Eternally Ms We stand Hand in hand Eye to eye Warm evening sand A girl and guy You My world revolves My honeydew miss We don't have to try Naturally We slip and slide An ocean of moisture With every sigh Sweet saturation We can't hide You Your swelling aereola Bliss We lie Swelling with the tide Naked On that deserted beach Swollen like the full moon Treasured waves vie
Beseeched With all that swell love You and I Only love can reach This bliss Orchestra with featured bells Ice cream and pie Ecstatic beyond modesty Journey around your sun Octaves of orgasmic odyssey Only this Only you and I
Monday, February 3, 2020
A morbid new world scene Commonly seen from my far off perch I search that corrupt and polluted skyline A lingering cast of yellow seems so toxic and profane A dissolute nether world has me in a panicked lurch Screeching I think of my pristine domain Sacred mountain peaks and glaciers build my church Those foreign towering cities tainting my resolute view Archenemy skyscrapers breaching the old and new Spineless erections reaching for the hallowed stars Rows of heartless tombstones malign every parched big city outline Stark monuments that refuse to honour anyone but an elitist few A stinking current atmosphere I cannot help but rue Creation of a stuck and overt population An over abundance of reeking trucks and cars Yet modern science yearns to propel a man to Mars More degradation by so much unsightly human pollution A modern resolution that obscures the beauty of the stars
Sunday, February 2, 2020
I dreamed purple When I woke The world was blue I dreamed red And when I woke All the birds had fled I dreamed of you Instead of waking I dreamed my heart Was aching In my dream Love came to bid me adieu When love left It left with you
Saturday, February 1, 2020
Cinders Have replaced my ashen soul Regret Has left a gaping hole My ashen face Is lined by neglect Turmoil Has tracked me here Madness Has followed me Tracing its reflective toll Alongside bold instinctive fear All my failures I can't forget
i wake up Drowning In a pool of tears I know I'm lost Rendered By all my fears If only I were merely bent The moon and stars Might care Perhaps I'd wake One day To find you there When love Left me stranded here I knew I was abandoned and done I knew I was a random being Devoured By the blazing sun
Love Has thrown me Down This deep well Love Rejected me In my secret dell As well Swell love Has rolled me Over So many telling times It's left insistent Resistant creases Love infinitely decreased Has torn me up Into a million lost And tiny pieces
For almost three decades I was a shepherd, herding goats and riding horses, as well as growing a large organic garden which helped feed me as well as quite a few others. Now I'm older, still growing the big garden but no longer a shepherd (which I truly miss). With the extra time (no longer shepherding, milking goats, wrangling and riding horses) I write more, although I've been a writer since I was a teenager. My other great 'artistic' loves are photography (digital these days) and playing music on my keyboard, guitar and accordion. Life is good, living in my little cabin on the side of this big lonely mountain where grizzly bears and mountain lions keep company with all the other Earth Spirits.