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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