lucky seven

there was
an old man
from Argenta
who wondered
if he was
courting dementia
his prosaic
left foot
focused
tragically south
as his magic
right foot
stuck an objective
alphabet
in his old
toothless mouth
tragically
spelling out
with dementia
life and death
as the old
argent moon
rose demographically
over far-off
Argentia
as that dented
old man
lamented far-off
planets and moons
imagine a mosaic
of words
slowly becoming
inspired then mired
in confusion
contusion into absentia
fleeting old age
physically worn out
mentally tired

         * * *

 

if we had no rhythm
everything discordant
who would want to sing
if everything refused to vibrate
where would we be now
if light decided not to shine
would God still exist
or is God like light
something untouchable and divine
going where we're going
all those prophetic signs
along our storied way
glory some may say
ringing with universal design
sacred resonance
enlightening our spiritual way
this rhythm we keep
both  day and night
these songs we sing
something good and right
showering the world
with hope and joy
sharing celestial light
nurturing every glorious girl and boy

                * * *

 

once
or twice
I saw love
painted blue
stone cold
spice smeared upon
a seaside wall
cheap canned sardines
said graffiti read
love's way too steep
don't slip or fall
speak about bleeding
emotions calling
this immense and tall thing  
whatever spoke
sometimes wedged
oft times ragged
calling love
something dredged
summoned  
dragged out
of a careless sea
what if morbid love
a shameless part
begot more heart
then we're jolted
one massive shove
something wrangled
dangling true love it seems
a crowning part
what isn't real
overwhelmed and drowning
that's the real deal
all that kissing and other wet
supposed love
what should we feel
tidal love
washing over us
coming then going
what should love be
rapids and canyons
flooded beaches
mangrove and tidal flats
brooding ocean
flowing in and out
stunned by an anchoring weight
welded to this oceanic heart
molten love affairs
enigmatic magma
flowing o'er a tidal chart
steam and vapour
from a cold deep sea
why do we
derail ourselves
punish and chain  
nail ourselves
to some dead weight tree
why do we
scuttle ourselves
allow muddled love
to rip and tear us up
love doesn't set us free
love chews us up
love's tinned poison
breakfast and supper
dams and irrigation
filling our cup
drip by irrational drip
lovely relational tears
blaming and flowing
under love's
for our sake sun
so chiseled love
sculpting marbled fears
etching magic symbols
onto stone cold walls
scratch out more
tragic heartbreak
matched with costly love
taking and catching
every and all
dreamers aching to bleed
love's points and spires
dreaming for love's sake
honey and cream
when we wake
then true love falls

             * * *

 

 

I'm not
an actor
neither
a musician
nor
a dancer
I'm not
a writer
neither
a poet
nor
an artist
so what
am I
a digit
just blip
spit
on a map
just one
across thought
this universe
simply atomic
living energy
mnemonic light
perfect synergy
existing
in my own
energetic
right

   * * * 

 

throw life
at the wall
see what sticks
what monsters slither
leathery and ugly
how gambling is measured
ruggedly scary and monstrously tall
who do you call
some hell dogs
so boundaries and tethers
sanity can be customized
humanity is consuming and shopping
self serving and itemized
something always hoping
flickering candles in the wind
just be good and kind
those things we do
those things that stick
somethings true
sometimes a trick
those four walls
keeping us in the dark
we stumble and fall
feel the earth rumble
admission of those vain sins
while the sky keeps telling lies
still the heart of the world bleeds
gods and even aliens must die
eventually it all comes down
words and feelings apply
communication breakdown
redemption and condemnation
sticky things
often life's rude reply
basically nature
is it sunlight
we seek
or actual starlight
integrally either is right
being blinded
by the light
catchy either way
still we're flesh and blood
day and night
finding breath and need
if we tossed thought
against a pretentious wall
unrehearsed what would stick
something stuck in my brain
maybe crazy and insane
maybe vanity and profane
perhaps patience and compassion
clearly some understanding
finding hopeful sanity
truth finally
that spiritual moment
waking in heaven
wondering what went right and wrong
was it snake eyes or lucky seven
those numerous thoughtful things
sliding down a quavering wall
wagering whether we rise or fall
so this sticky heaven
come quivering one
come sticky all

               * * *

 

 

purge me
so vain
I see
everything
different now
light
turgid itself
rearranged
deep within
my psycho brain
rain drops
dashing away
every strange image
hurt into play
every mountain range thought
relinquished from my fatted brain
emerge anew
resilient
all that silence
true resilience
distance merely means
far away
so I can't
touch you
yet I feel
urgent it seems
purge with me
this soft vanity
I see
sweet urgency
purging
everything
that once
was you
and me

      * * *

 

I sat
this old fellow
quite quiet
still waiting
still beside
that same
old woman
pondering right
at the edge
of what was
good and left
of that
same
old river
watching desert
water
now merely
measured
as a melancholy
trickle
where pleasure
and lovers
together
once watched
love's tender
touch
water's mindful
rush
still love
wells up
with tears
fellow streams
in both
our aging
eyes
and in
our ghetto
hearts
mellow
pulling strings
so we
ultimately remain
anchored
and alone
still a bank
of frank love
and that
old woman
spelling
and calling out
history
and old love
still an ocean
of tears
motion
in our souls
and crying
eyes
and in
our emotional
hearts
love pulls
and tries
irrationally disguised
by hopes
and prayers
so many fears
making tearful
love
compose
sweetheart aires
recite
heartfelt poems
that only
sometimes
risk a kiss
seldom decide
or commit
to rhyme
mirror something
that is
joy and bliss
something
that is yours and mine

            * * * 

 

in the cave
cool damp exists
God save us
every viral plague and storm
what can God resist
that raging sun
should life cease and desist
a cagey norm
no matter how fast
we fly and run
in the cave
resist complaint
sample temporal cool
just for fun
nothing is ever new
under God's sage sun
everything and everyone
sophisticated fools with sophisticated tools
binding and blinding us anew
a spartan moon with a blazing sun

                      * * *

 

I tried to wake up
but everything seemed made up
relevance appeared frayed and obscure
I tried to deliberate and speak
but my parchment mouth
was full of symbols and wretched dust
atonement burned like fire on the tip of my tongue
I tried to knead all my fermenting words
but my half baked mouth
was jammed with coarse ash and raw syllables
I tried to straighten up and think
but my frittered mind
was verb and plum empty
storied communion juiced and squeezed
my blazing frontal lobes
disorienting my parsley being
I tried to metaphysically move
but my ornamental body
stood rigid and forlorn
I tried a lion pose hoping to finally sleep
but my wooden eyes
could never open or shut
I tried to smother my incense dreams
but my insensitive and clouded brain
would only smolder and blunder
I tried thunder and dance
but all my words are broken
chants unsung and so much poetry still unspoken
I tried to play earthly music
but my left hand ran off with all my art and virtues
my invalid right feeling crippled and veritably lost
I've tried to inhale life and sacred breath
but my veritable soul
chokes on unabridged reality
I've tried to protest impertinent love
but my fidgeting spirit
mocks my freedom and fidelity

                       * * *

 

in a hurricane
all the surety of fruit
gets furiously blown off the tree
bruised fruit for everyone including you and me
in a hurricane
so many big branches are broken
life flushed away by rushing rivers and streams
tormented hours all of them crawling with nightmares
followed by the worst night terror dreams
in a hurricane
revered and majestic old trees
get uprooted so damn fast
falling while recalling chapters
of storms they survived in their ancient past
in a hurricane
power lines and transformers
are violently tossed to the ground
so millions sit dejected
in transformative dark
while conjecture wonders
about the pitiable things
lost and left in the poor park
in a hurricane
the insanely raging wind
wants to tear your roof and head off
crazy low pressure dictating
each execution from its ocean trough
in a hurricane
the magnificently hysterical sea
wants to tragically flood
every tangled beach and mangled harbour
a deep froth of chill and seawater
salting every garden and coastal arbor
in a hurricane
angry gales blowing torrential rain
want to show-off and quickly fill
every empty pool and low lying basement
nature and the storm gods defiling this changing world
rendering its destiny with such wicked displacement
in a hurricane
falling on our knees
everyone praying for less wind and rain easement
doesn't mean insanity is repressive or even vain
hurried along by a hurricane's impressive defacement
a finger of God creating this oppressive chastisement
in a hurricane
the world seems a different place
so much pounding wind  
driving rain into everyone's face
cowering from the obsessive storm
is not a show of cowardice or a disgrace
God only wishes all eyes open
all hearts wide open
for the whole human race

 

I heard the Queen died
all week
there has been news
heralding this Queen
a country Monarch
I've only known
during feral life
my waking views
but I'm just
a speaking bug
clinging to
imperiled rock and mossy arch
alive with life's
sugar and starch
yet my medicine mouth
growing turkey tail and bracket fungi
unlike my woolly worm and moth eaten life
void of royal jelly
no jewels and crowns
no bee's wax
every thing an absence
my carpenter ant castle
void of ant hill farms
no studs or gems or thrones
reflection from
my earthly hallelujah realm
mountains of review
but glaciers and sacred shorelines
spiritual canyons
ritually change
and the virtual Queen
is dead
shall we
metamorphose too
spin a sacred chrysalis
rich silk and virtue
one virtuous and holy day
emerge again
warmed by
our own yearning
under the blessed
burning sun
adorned with sparkling
monarch wings
rising out of the blue
such gentle sky
behold a golden
horn and helm
higher too
platinum jubilee
like repentant kings
civil queens might do
cycles begin anew
that african diamond
each tribal facet
reflecting elephants and lions
a growing indignant tide
an urgent fleuve
flooding its way
across every monarch's land
resurgence of perfect
nature with epic hope
making passionate love
a blasting tsunami
from each deep ocean
let us strive
try to cope
after every
monarch's orgasmic death
nothing can be
centre of the world
for the centre
of the world
reeks of metaphor
flowing molten tin and lead
touching upon unique
brahma and foreboding
entrenched with dig deep
excavating that hidden way
all the way to enlightenment
reach out for reason
touch heaven and the prophetic sky
live questing
pray that you
find perfect stead
so once
in a bug's lifetime
when you hear
the Queen is dead
remember
blessed garden life
always remaining
dear and near
we have to ask
why are majestic birds dying
we have to wonder
why do pilot whales run-a-ground
I heard they were happy
I heard they felt safe
but then the Queen dies
so everything changes
even the sun and the sky
floundering and running-a-ground
even spiders with their perfect webs
failing to catch a fruitful fly
so too imperfect hurricane
choked by brethren cyclone
strangled by raging earthquake
those curios and rampant pitfalls
entrapment and tiger traps
this world's curious viral illness
politics with its raging hormones
whatever should remains the same
still evolution takes over
attuned and in good stead
god's plumage
stuck in every hat and head
your heart and soul
they might
feel the same
still the odd world
goes relatively insane
the Queen is cold and dead
Emperors and Kings remain
but the Queen has died
princely jesters pause to call
reciting a wavering refrain
the Queen is dead
the Queen is dead
God help us all
the Queen is dead
God help us
one and all

           * * *

 

foot prints
in the sand
like star tracks
across the sky
Oh! Brahmaputra
lovely lotus flower
perfume around the earth
what hurt and regret
does the sacred sun have
Oh! blissful moon
tragedy never escapes you
still by fate you orbit
if you were Emperor
commanding oceans
demanding love from hearts
would each moon beam
be some trickle of faith
could every eclipse
be a function of destiny
on each biblical morning
when we typically find
icecaps being defeated
should we truly discover
all the oceans have died and failed
when all our food stocks
have rotted and are depleted
when contorted civilization stinks
when everything that exists seems conceited
will all those flushing tracks we leave
crushing bugs and stepping on ants
what kind of thugs are we
maybe lack of water will clear our minds
perhaps acid rain will sequester our progress
let us wonder if starvation can infuse enlightenment
while confusion keeps us at war
battling with our incessant selves
regressing with our planet
folk tales could cure all this
love songs could help us make a positive shift
what about all our fears and tears
what about finally shifting gears
revision through our rear-view mirrors
reviewing justice and integral dreams
seeing life through spiritual eyes
one chant and mantra after another
prayers from every sacred cave
if prayers are heard will we be saved
so this metamorphosis
this glaciated kind
a recipe from dinosaurs into birds
confusing our viral nature
perhaps some intelligent stature
will suitably revere flocks and herds
natural food for our godhead mind
such a pity this final reality
finial cementing over spiral jungles
concrete thoughts into vinyl deserts
we keep polluting rivers
insist on depleting oceans
this rank atmosphere
creating rampant plagues
begetting destructive war
leaving us lost and homeless
forgetting all those forgotten poor
abusing innocence and children
enslaving voiceless women
shackling broken men
another token mass extinction
even spiritual degradation
cannot match our demon worship
our insipid greed
our blatant hate
our raging anger
all our human lust and disharmony
banking on dysfunctional politics
elevating elected bandits and gangs
such gruesome torture
delegating every misguided society
corrupting true religion
amassing broken hearts
imprisoning our wretched souls
as if we are playing our sacred part
as if we are masters of the lawful universe
as if we are gods right from the thoughtful start
leaving footprints in coarse sand
like we are the artist and not the art

                              * * *

 

what if the world
wasn't green with plants
what if there were
no poems or dance
what if the planet
wasn't blue with water
what will happen
when the planet gets even hotter
what if suddenly
music stopped
would you feel unbalanced
sadly collapse and flop
what if your heart
suddenly stopped beating
what if existence
was even more fleeting
what if the sun
refused to shine
what would we do
without fruit ripening on the vine
what if there were even more things
humans simply could not transcend
what if everything
decided to disappear and end
what will dreams be
when the living world truly ends

                   * * * 

 

I know too much
so my heart is heavy
all those things
making my soul cry
I know way too much
which leaves me broken
all those things
that make me weep and sigh
I don't know anything
even though I've heard
all those terrible words
danger and plight have spoken
I don't know anything
still in my dreams
I recount everything
those tragic things
that make me
want to burrow
deep into the sorrowful earth
those drastic things
that have turned the world
from what magic used to bring
which used to make me want to sing
instead of making me crumple and cry
making me think that everything
is simply wanting
making me useless and senseless
so in my careless dreams
seeing things that depress us
I see the perilous end
sensing demons that distress us
those things I know and don't know
simply making me want
to disappear and die

                  * * *

 

burn all life's bridges
as existence tumbles
resist falling down
into some feckless underworld
those reckless bridge trolls
chewing on raw snails
feasting on bloody flesh
gnawing on broken bones
do the brash remember
the course of sweet surrender
even though fete nature is clever
still nervously biting
ragged lives and finger nails
draw another soulful line
the folly of goodness and frailty
dashed in coarse sand
what in heaven's name
are troll's harsh demands
some smashing dialogue
good life mashed to bits
when cruel lines are drawn
resulting in stitched up warring
every bitching ultimatum
those careless bridge trolls
never ever sharing
slicing and dicing sprites and elves
is perfect life dwelling
in some pricey bog
goodness gracious
how does it feel
to be a prisoner and a dog
a slave to trolls
ask displaced sprites and gnomes
watch as graceful elves and faeries
gather tender bits
from what remains
of their nature homes
watch while they flash away
dashing into rolling far-off hills
such reflective light and folly
oh the sad regretful glowing moon
what knowingly happens
when every flowing connection
every sturdy bridge collapses
when trolls with their viral infection
disrespect sprites and elves
does magic simply disappear
inflection due to happenstance
what are the tragic circumstances
of story book life and true romance
where faerie tales and middle earth
sorrowfully and abruptly end
because of horrid
awful happenchance
because of mindless trolls
emerging from deep dark holes
burning and destroying bridges
that elves and faeries
always strive to defend

                    * * *

 

who said
we need that
who decided
we'll go to war
was there
a referendum
people voting
let's go to war
or marking their ballot
let's stay home
be good neighbours
live life as lovers
not devils and terrorists
who voted for drastic war
who chose desperation
over relational peace
who benefits most
from bullets and bombs
millions upon millions
all those multi-billions
how much wealth and gold
chattel in their castle vaults
how much health and peace
can gold buy anyhow
how much freedom
does greed and war bring
how much humanity
less truth and justice
can goodness rise
above war's dark profanity
can compassion and light define
morality and divinity
can enlightenment
revealed in real earth time
heal war's crimes
rebel against war's evil insanity
can there be
revelation in destructive climes
can there be
elevated reasoning
in any warring season
where nothing
is ever easy
simply nothing
majestic or divine
simply nothing
passionately sublime

               * * *

 

I watched the tide
come in today
like wicked love
elastic flowing in
romance from afar
I watched ecstatic stars
passionately circle
mishmash o'er the sultry seaside  
amended plastic
urgent across the sheltered bay
where crashing people
come to dash and cope
flirt with romance
return again and again
a last reception of hope
as they laugh and play
such brash inception
spreading conceptual blankets
patchworks of tank tops  
criss-crossing sandy beach
dedicated rank and file
relational life speeches
that vain stank
those dead end stops
calamities with bikini bottoms
tattooed skin in show-off  throngs
even more boasting
revealing thongs
summer heat and colour
that sunburnt tint
across the sunlit reach
you came to wade
most don't get the wit or hint
divergent shifting shallows
stealth with barefoot steps
swimming with immersive rhythm
roiling with subversive love
surfing algorithmic permissive tides
avoid see through jelly fish
transparent tentacles and painful stings
evade great white sharks
beseech sponge and tube worms
buoyed by virulent vents
toy with deep sea things
beneath the cold deep sea
try asking Neptune and Felicity
will summer flings teach fecundity
oh electric love master
your contrast full of arcs
eels sparking eccentricity
mouthfuls of lasting grit
remarkably fulfilling
every vast and gaping hole
perhaps what brazen brings  
can there be
an actual goal
emotional traps
grappling with every wanting soul
blazing daunting trail
ghosts at every haunting depth
spectres in the chill and dark
leviathan with shark teeth
frightening chapters in every way
measuring insistent solar rays  
enlightening with every bite and step
corrupt with oceanic seizure  
pleasured by erupting undersea volcanoes
disrupting love's eclectic spark
that trying grit and annoying sand
a mouth full of blowfish
toying with your wicked tongue
a heart full of stringy clams and muscles
a boat load crammed with emotion
all those clinging barnacles
dreaming that is never fun
lying on a unfurnished beach
washed up alongside bruised romance
tidal love with crass advance
burnished by love's cruel hand
watch the rising  tide
kiss the burning sand

                  * * *

 

we're living
on borrowed time
so many
broken moments
so many
token figments
those feral pigments
every foment dream
seems uncanny
every steamy fantasy
seems insanity
we're living
on borrowed time
so many
frightening nightmares
so many
earth shaking comedy of terrors
segments of incandescense
everything seems
bits and pieces
life's eternal essence
which came first
paternal thought
or maternal light
all this worldly thirst
everything that's not
this daily fight and plight
we're living
on borrowed time
even if
we're giving
even if
we're forgiving
life's a tragedy
everybody quivering
this infernal shivering
God's and yours and mine
there's a lonely song bird
chained to its forever perch
still a trill of notes
may be heard
from its warble throat
eternally trapped
in its blessed church
those suicide dreams it has
captured by this life long lurch
flying free and soaring high
searching for a perfect song
norm from egg to rapture
such a short and cruel life
brutal careless storms
over borrowed time
fire and that killing knife
theirs and yours
and often mine

             * * *

 

physics and chemistry
such deep space
kissing spectral telemetry
how to touch
create this
atomic weight
bond that
covalent molecules
gravity and  periodic more
electrons at the speed of light
bountiful earth and barren Mars
incorporate bombastic haste
inculcate worthy stars
all this plastic waste
if only proactive
this selective utopia
something composed
literally no place
everything and feckless compost
broken down
nitrogen and organic matters
culpable fossil fuels
repose oil in nature
shame on us
our reckless waste disposal
this excessive dirge and ringing
all these other spatters
blasts and final gasps
hand wringing
idiotic flapping and chaotic flings
around the happening world
gross entrapment
following through
between the widening gaps
boss but we need to grow
don't concede lost ballast
callouses deep in mother earth
we need brother trees
live to breathe
mature forests
breeding and flourishing
all that mocking drastic
economy can't retrieve lost birds
won't behave like bees
sweetening and nourishing
divorce all this choking plastic
failing starving seabirds
full of twist-off bottle caps
engorged with broken bits
crops full of human treason
why not human
just give us reason
imprison us on poisoned earth
didn't vital God
give us title and reign
that milkmaid happy
dancing in a peaceful dell
cottage cheese or just microplastic
an entourage from blissful hell
everything we eat
mining and glazing
rephrasing plagues and razing oceans
everything in amazing stages
what we see and sell
continents of bloated plastic
what derelict bought
careless something
denoting reckless thought
right out of the demoted ground
eruptions on the fragile surface
should we connotate
who cares to denotate
too much pollution
so much terror and detonation
why care at all
so much confusion and extinction
constructing even hotter
corrupting matter and water
so many convincing spoiled spots
wasted lifetimes
so few unspoiled parks and natural plots
toxic water and air oughta
ruined by senseless
what would birds say
relentless could we
ever understand
should weather gods
even be angry
maybe we will
learn a lesson
still we need
elementary schooling
depending on every thing
so much we need to surrender
defending what we need and tool
addressing spirit and soul
prayers of ritual confession
bonding truth with actual latency
exceptional fact and physical chemistry
so much ineffectual expectation
kissing factual telemetry
abiding cryptic God
conscripting heady actuation

                   * * * 

 

you've lived life
laughed your head off
you've witnessed miracle birth
you've wept and cried
fraternized with morbid death
you've felt things deep inside
every tear and deep breath
measuring moments
each pounding heartbeat
measured existence
perhaps invincible love
even intolerable hate
perhaps justice or indifference
hopefully complete and utter joy
you've jogged and run
shuffled and walked
you've sometimes fallen
 stumbling and spinning
experiencing hardship and pain
there have been exceptional moments
floundering and grumbling
including intentional tethering
tying yourself to some sacred ground
those regimented thoughts
truth and lies can both be found
profound inceptual pleasuring
if pleasure is ever to be found
it is in your inventive mind
grounded you've been awake
dumbfounded you've rested and slept
at times defeated by dumb and blind
you've dreamed just for dream sake
sometimes feeling completed
complicated by demons and angels
instigating night terrors
sometimes that steamy erotic space
relishing sticky honey
slathering fruit with sweet cream
each recipe a delicious vision
invictus revelation
all our human relations
country and city folk
reciprocally bleed with all life's muss and fuss
proceeding along life's uneven lines
acceptance accompanying tolerance
one balancing dream after another
sometimes there are deep divisions
one dreadful steep after the other
one phalanx confronting another
every creed and needy vision
something about brothers and sisters
everything concerning fathers and mothers
segmented by this over blown world
consent falls down on its knees
reliance sowing viable seeds
commit to reliable alliance
still passion can't solve death
instill resolution in reasonable fashion
distilled liken this to trees
a Druid mindset
involving rocks and deep roots
social gatherings with home grown food
featuring seasonal mood swings
a willing audience of brooding birds
avast the disappearing bees
alas those disappearing singing trees
reflect upon every wooden cross and crest
inspect every vacant birds nest
mourn silent bee hives
gone is the honey
becoming sweet life
pollinators feed all the growing world
so you're moaning because you've been bitten
smitten you've read and written
watched as unfitting things unfold
cultivating fire in your mind
sparking all this human trying
so much pain and crying
what if we find human
that life is simply saying
help nourish yourselves
perhaps some happy day
you'll find flocks of chirping birds
busy buzzing bees and forests full of singing trees
you've seen and smelled moist earth
disheveled you've dug trenches
at times worry for all you're worth
you've avoided some of those stormy seas
building castles and strong rock walls
your preying paranoia created these
east west north and south
there is still sacred divinity
echoed by every human call
art deco and divine God
treasuring colour and illumination
alas grim humans and dim insanity
remember to keep perpetual and forever in mind
harbour some slice of transcendental light
a comprehensive healing test
arbors of revelation and incarnation
joined by incidental humankind
revolution coins crass vanity
instrumentally involving ruminating humans
solvency formed with humanity's vitality
vast convention that is free wheeling
revealing feeling radiant life
revelation consistent with this mortal space
impacting both sordid and elevated feelings
cutting fueled emotion with a fitting razor knife
muttering insistent cruel notions
consistently reflecting both yours and mine
attendant with all these worldly commotions
reversing each confection with some valid reason
changing every curse into a blessing
redressing errors that wither every vine
then enter immortal Caesar
powerful address in this gutter time
 

                            * * * 

 

this is
my dream
I'll dream
whatever dreams
I love and need
mindful caring
to dream
this is my varied life
harried at times
watch me sew things up
patch holes and cultivate buttercup
parity or so it seems
I'll use sharp needles
let me say needless tools
but think honed and useful thoughts
webs of rare spider silk
shiny threads binding my words together
I think whatever I want
do what ever I mean
I'll go my own way
repose with my own story
I don't know about glory
I'm heading to a place
that cave where sacred doesn't worry
I shan't tarry
maybe I'm too late
still I think I've hurried
trying to understand
everyday I desperately blink
trying to see
pursue true harmony in daily life
view dharma from this position
seek good karma
regarding imposition
nirvana's requisition
devotion to my emotional promises
maintain positive action and motion
so I give a solemn care
don't be pitiless or bottomless
don't assume entitlement or rarity
invoke good action and give joy with your charity
don't promote relentlessness
avoid those bent jeers and stares
rapture rules this volatile world
captured oil and reduced water feelings
survival concerns everything and me
sometimes I seek eternal love
so why must I plead with needless hate
questioning seedy words and morals
still I hate being regardless or late
I hate bigotry and racial hatred
censure greed and immoral nature
that gold standard pounding
rounding out dictatorship
grounded in those fascist rates
delegating vampires with that vampire fate
instigating what hatred has created
lobbyists politically relevated
driving wooden stakes through hearts
opening coffins from early to late
I detest those hounding satyrs
economic matters into brain dead zombies
crafting vanity and corporate monopolies
I cringe feeling that insane hate
drafting those hard crippling places
where there is no soft truth
mark real courage
with intrepid nettle and blue flowered borage
vibrant words and herbs of gladness
hearkening to perfect freedom
cure all notes
hearing and healing
curds and whey remarks
stirring every hard debate
idiosyncratic ideology
but maybe that's destiny
perhaps a never ending cursed state
beware sharp curves and wooden stakes
what if we didn't dream them
what if we refused to see them
what if we couldn't care
what if we wouldn't dare
journey from here
Ixtlan and further
camping over there
only hoping to survive
scarcity and poverty as worthy
no sweet or healing honey
no schools of medicine or bait fish
no coin or cash or safes full of money
relinquish providence and conservation
still all that churning plastic
forget yearning and lost health
wealth floating helpless in the dying sea
pretending what they thought was free
corporate stealth and mind bending
offending you and watching me
no rainbows
only fixed colour
no zen birds singing
just mixed feathers
soaring like origami through the air
no real guard hairs or shiny fur
nothing natural for animals to wear
what if there were
no sweet cream
would hungry life
still want to be
would God still see us
being creative here
would miraculous heaven
retain this modern world
or simply swallow us up
like a sun gone nova
invite corrupt hurting too
seeking something truly divine
angels and all that unknown
what might we see and say
or would we plainly maintain
our deaf and blind stance
shackled to our pathetic fear
propaganda never speaks truth
advance to seldom seeing straight
what about doctrines and other lies
revealing every rivulet in every leaky roof
what about the instruction of water
carving canyons and constructing living proof
what about the sun's blinding light
blind and mindless we appear petty and aloof
what is wrong with us
just what is right
rich earth below
fickle sky above
should we romance misery
hatred with its razor sickle
tickle and remind me why
peaceful harmony and love
just can't live here
remind me why
people helplessly continue
to exist in reckless fear

                 * * *

 

lying there
four arms
four legs
all that fire
between us
all that passion
within us
being together
sweat and lovers
wet wanting lips
passionate's secret stare
flirtatious eyes
ecstatic flare
whether mind or touch
kind elastic
lover fashion
compassionate hips
daring to open there
caring for that
whole thing
call it live and love
wrapping strands of itself
around wild hearts
tender vivid dreams
tendrils seeking souls
those love moans
passion's grind and groans
kissing everything
so good it seems
so much peach and taste
so much reach and flash flood
lightning joy and burning love
this electric bliss
shivering as we kiss
what about bits of heaven
quivering together
this blissful love
something measured
treasure we truly own
love remits
while we atone

          * * *

 

what if
love
was free
would love
let you
would love
let me
what if we
were always
blue
what would
others see
would love
ever be
as blue
as you
could love
ever be
as blue
as me
could true
love
ever be
a cure
when we
feel
love
are we
ever
sure
that love
is what
we need
if only
perfect
love
could fix
both
you
and me
what if
love
had a
heart
could heartfelt
love
ever be
as deep
and pure
as the deepest
purest sea
what if
love
could breathe
would love
take a breath
then wait
and see
what if
love
was stop
and start
would we
ever let
love
tear us
apart
would love
ever be
that cruel
could love
ever mend
every broken
heart
what if love
were truly
free
where would that
put you
and me

         * * *

 

those roads and fields
littered with bitter war torn steel
attest those frittering incursions
such rabid dogs of war
salivating when bombs fall
strategy did this
just how far
cruelty ensues
renewed with every battle call
fuel and brute force
reviewing each chance
all those propaganda tales
liberation created this
bombs selling liberty and death
bureaucrat and politicat
such remorseful romance
fueling a despotic kiss of death
announced as armies advance
soldiers bleeding into austere motion pictures
severe oceans of tribulation
crossing country ditches
farms and towns
flensed and war torn
needy body parts
Perpetua turning empire inside out
hierarchy blown apart in tanks
isn't that what war is all about
ripped to bits
fresh and messy red stripes
behest orchards and groves
disintegrated by bastard bombs and trenches
bureaucratic ranks bloodied
tank trains rank caution
frank political crossings
such fiscal stops and starts
cultivating stricken earth
boss war knows how
torching earth with indignant fire
there is no horizontal or vertical anymore
let loose relentless scorching war
outline grief and gore
expect despondent trees
struggling to survive
flies and worms
madly proliferating
as treachery and madness is contrived
replenishing war's true desire
everything that war derives
diminishing hope and peace
sense and sensibility abstain
truth remains hidden and contained
detain everything
smothering invasion is incited
mother country and moody glorified war
crudely smearing unrestrained
war's gratification of blood and guts
rudely spattered by death and more
twisted war's morbid desire
peace blinded and deaf with this demise
gruesome terror and lurid gore
wanton war's putrid gift and phallic prize
boasted with razor words from snarling lips
war makes peace
flippant war with its lying eyes

               * * *

 

 

after the war
there is always
that fetid clime
rank enemy
drunk and horrified
damned time
everyone mortified
there are no winners
lips remain curled
suffer everything and losers
except fat cat profiteers
grinding up the world
sporting garrulous sneers
fear with rank cruelty
excavated from deep within
those careless twisted souls
carved from dark hearts
nothing is sanctified
all those raging fires they lit
whiners yet winners
ultra-rich kin with kit
reforming their kindred law
spouting worldly lines and lies
ratified pejorative
arms dealers and drug rackets
fueling slave markets
skin and souls
planting battlefields
blood and bones
buried mines
civilization further stratified
a brazen civility test
morals of yours and mine
crested with treasured space
midst lost peace and time
crime and profit vows
those gangster places
everything morality detests
measured existence satisfied
nightmares and immoral weather
brands and masks of leather
coverings and certain faces
pain and overt suffering
roughly marking this unholy mess

                        * * *

 

there's a giant wave
rising out of a vast ocean
amounting to grapple
crash over us
wrestle with formidable earth

there's a humongous wave
nature's prize engraved with pure emotion
mountains of cripple
raze over us
bristle with this feral birth

unplug the fridge
cancel your appointments
disconnect your phone
say goodbye to us
throw the baby out with the bathwater

there is a gargantuan wave
heaven's poetry in motion
surmounting every universal ripple
appraising time with all this fuss
walk naked again upon this changing earth

pull out your teeth
revise every privilege
chop off your feet
unshackle spirit if you must
sleep with ill-begotten hatred that doesn't matter

there is a monster wave
seven billion plagues in this disastrous potion
life on stage with an earth shattering pimple
confuse and craze with all this current muss
rescind purity and beauty for what that's worth

pluck out your eyes
strangle all your happy dreams
cut out your discordant tongue
smother passion as well as lust
what once was just thought has now begun

each vicious wave
advancing from a viscose ocean
soul shattering events that won't be simple
tormenting mother earth as well as us
lasting sorrow has been unearthed

we are just human
bleeding flesh and broken bones
spirit and soul that are just being
nothing more than feeling and seeing
hearts and minds that can't stop reeling

                      * * *

 

when we arrived
drifting down
descending from the sky
like a shooting star in the night
all those things
that seem contrived
which way to turn
all those you's
all those I's
weave left or right
what to see
where to look
all those images
captured in our minds
always pondering
what could come
always wondering
what would leave
this terrestrial human kind
breathing and upright
wearing hearts on our sleeves
exploring this world
searching for all
we want and need
measuring decent morals
those which make us human
what might we find
discovering advent oracles
would God mind
if the world stopped turning
or is this provincial earth
orbiting an orb brightly burning
just a blip in God's third eye
and what about us
all this eternal consumption
perhaps God is blind
to all our infernal corruption
perhaps God makes no assumption
we're manufacturing consent
withholding true redemption
as we struggle with ascension
without factoring in
divinity and discontent
rarely realizing
God's compassionate dissension
once in a blue moon visualizing
love's ultimate creation

                  * * *

 

this dry water
filtering through
a tight knit
sieve of life
a river bed of galaxies
stones and boulders
pools and rapids
journey down
mountains and canyons
every dry drop
like every breath
from zootic heaven
cytoplasm and blood
this creative miracle of life
so many heartbeats
emergence
from deep within
this dry water
everywhere
flowing everything
so freely given

          * * * 

 

there you go again
looking death in the eye
selling your soul
to the devil
there it all goes again
despairing despair
plainly in disguise
after going down
on your creator
your bearded face
smeared with starlight
tasting like mother earth's pussy
there you go again
wretchedly unwhole
speaking with the devil
a man in a clown disguise
all those garrulous lies
going farther down
seeking some soul saving revelation
speaking about karmic innovation
reeling over a plethora of icons and graphics
sensing hell on every flashing screen
stars and lights on your devilish device
notwithstanding more diabolical advice
there they go again
more propaganda and z-tanks
roaring up the country road
frankly death realized
dressed in death's tragic mode
camouflaged from prying eyes

                     * * *

 

there's a seagull on my shoulder
a hummingbird inside my ear
I have a song sparrow lifting my being
a bronze turkey rifling through my fear
in my mind I see a soaring eagle
in my heart all those birds are dear
there's an albatross traveling with my soul
a wise old owl teaching me to see things clearer
there's a dinosaur egg in my belly
a pterodactyl chewing on my life
raptors make me quiver like a bowl of jelly
I've been captured as Raven's token
encapsulated by a cuckoo bird on telly
I imagine a nest where life is best
in native tongues the birds have spoken
as we migrate through this lifetime test

                          * * *

 

how foolish I've been
thinking somehow I might win
everywhere I've been
everything has always given in
so I might see the light
so I might hear the truth
at times it seems
unbearably profound
revealing ego and relative sin
panic and fear
sons and daughters  
being heartless and full of fight
a circumference of captive rapture
encompassed within every mystical din
wrestling thought with ambitious creation
contritely an empathetic reaction
rightfully instead of spitefully
more relational than inciteful action
moral words void of brutish and uncouth
how foolish I've been
stretched in my ignorant youth
believing factual right
might actually win
insightful yet wretched youth
thinking truth could forgive sin
still night always comes
those midnight revelations
flooded with monsoon rains
washing over all my elevated hopes
souring my yearning dreams
when the streaming world burns
screams at what happens  
when everything and everyone
has finally gone insane
what happens in that time zone
when living isn't what it seems
when love and light
bleed back into a spiral cone
such righteous blood of damnation
receding into a core of intention
darkness into generous nothingness
energetic love and revelated sight
dimensions of regeneration and primordial chaos
nothing and everything
accumulated in that summation place
reformed into another remarkable story
such a divine and reborn space
a place of celestial vibration and sacred rhyme
God's avarice adorned with divine revelation
generous light joined by reckless love
enlightened waves of mortal glory
everybody has to learn sometimes
still what a fool I've been
feelings and forays etched into sketchy time
but what a fool I've been
writing such a stretched out story
worldly dreaming about eternal love
radiant divine accompanied by majestic glory
that damnable fool
still lying there bleeding
I've so often been
a matter sought
I've been hearing
divergence as to reading
no matter that
I've been seeing
misguided behaviour and believing
propaganda no matter what
life with all its true confession
electrified kingdom
into specified genus
a green cheese moon
a wishful star
God's timely true
concession
foolish genius
who and what
we truly are
God's tried and true
obsession

             * * *

 

gravity
of the situation
pulling
towards the centre
inwards
towards the beginning
and ending
one universe
after another
disguised
by light
and dark
this dimension
that dimension
God's
galactic situation
gravity
that pattern
rearranging chaos
something strange
far beyond
this hemisphere
this sun
this galaxy
something divine
alpha and omega
something refined
uncaged creation
then another defining plague
gravity and its constitution
time and light divinely staged

                 * * *

 

when we find
steep love
reaching and searching
for some deep home
wanting to keep the key
to some closed heart
when caged love
secretly decides
to surrender rage
but still stays
a testy gauge
tucked between the killing pages
of some flesh and bones tome
seeking and testily finding
true love is a breast
most often existing alone
arresting soulful love poems
dashingly written
crashing to make us weep and cry
such passion mocks and thrills us
still we don't know why
having to pretend and try
surprised by friendless love
surmising dry commitment
realizing contentious stars will fall
while crazy love continues
appraise each rising sun
burning with blaze and shine
even if relentless love
decides to leave us
freeze us to a spiral vine
bind us to an immobilizing viral spot
winding up in our deepest fears
contrived by some cold and loveless plot
where all those juicy feelings
aloof joy and loveless years
both hot and cold
chose not to abandon us
come judgement day
making us close our foolish eyes
those storied rivers of salty tears
stream past those assorted lies
dreams washed and carried away
removing love's impassioned disguise
finally when we actually realize
scratched love lied
made us fairy-tale fantasize
lacking real compromise
no reprieve for wounded hearts
lying bleeding and broken
fleeting love
only leaving
after cheating
some spartan token
so close your grieving eyes
all love's sordid emotion
won't and can't forgive
those wounding ties
marking us
scars and sighing
leaving us bleeding and crying
but still we need love
pray and plead for romance
that shining moon and stars above
still write love songs
dancing in all that glory
all those riches in the world
feeding hearts with intrepid love
though true hate will never fully die
while the yearning world continues
combustion with that burning passion
such is that love born ration
flames of marvel and generous joy
hearts stoked with need
stroked by love and love's reaction
ignition for every craving girl
fuel for every craving boy

                      * * *

 

those things I say
I say them
to make you think
those things I do
I do them
to make you blink
those thoughts I share
I share them
teetering on the brink
those places I've been
I've been there
to eat and drink
I've gone there
to breathe and think
I've found myself there
believing my heart and soul and instinct

                * * *

 

I've ranted and I've raved
I've bantered and I've prayed
I've burnt incense since it's what God truly craves
oh holy man
extend your holy hand
send holy across all the land
I wake in my repentant bed
I seek purity in my head
I've been shaken up instead
oh ghostly mount
purity within your ghostly fount
your ghostly paradise tantamount
I'm going too fast
I'm not sure how long I'll last
I am chained to this mortal caste
oh ghostly holy man
envisioning your ghostly plan
blessings by your ghostly hand
I'm hosting sacred visions now
reciting vedas and sacred vows
I'm mostly believing sacred cows
oh ghostly holy one
oh holy lama and blessed Imam
oh sacred's ghostly holy sum
I'm turning corners in my sleep
finding things I need to keep
chasing holy visions down ghostly streets
oh relevant day
oh reverent night
oh sacred holy blessed light
I've broken out of statutory prison
I'm seeing life through a polished prism
I've summed things up with enraptured vision
oh universal good
oh purity and creation
just as God should
oh charity and celebration
if only humans truly would

                   * * *

 

here we are
at the centre of it all
vibrating and shaking
at the centre of it all
resonating and quaking
at the centre of it all
emulating and contemplating
at the centre of it all
each pulsation
generating and occilating
reminding us
at the centre of it all
divinity assembling
this immortal call
a celestial vibration
at the centre of it all
life's mortal situation
a sacred call
at the centre of it all
light and creation

           * * *

Haiku Thursday

now at sixty-eight
I take on this old age task
one quilt at a time

              * * * 

I've seen sacred time
sobriety thrills my soul      
freedom fills my heart

             * * * 

live dangerously
sometimes loaded guns go off
bullet in the head

 

            * * *

 

you breathe
you think
you eat
you drink
why speak
why try
why truth
why lie
would one
would two
would society
would you
some do
some don't
some did
some won't
your soul
your kind
your heart
your mind
little forgiveness
little empathy
little compassion
little sympathy
what dawn
what light
what good
what right
these oracles
these ideals
these miracles
these moral spheres

         * * *

 

summer had arrived
dawn and glory broke
once again I awoke
a fire still burning
deep inside
knowing peace
opens doors
still this energetic world
worn down by cruel war
savagery is something
we humans should abhor
yet a seething treatise
reflection in these early hours
could humanity do more
I watched a mythic serpent
slither through my open door
shedding its moral skin
a carnal reformation
information about kith and kin
something about hate and naked sin
tormenting our embittered dreams
consider all these broken mornings
I need to repent
consider all these token warnings
things don't progress
so it seems
neglected and rejected
glazed over and frozen
an ice age of misbegotten history
unsolved mysteries
hastily buried human remains
unspoken apologetic refrains
still the suns electric rays
steadily burns holes
branding our eclectic souls
those lasting wounds and scars
tears wash over human disrespect
what brash light and imperfection bring
flooding our disbelieving eyes
eternal prayers and constant fasting
rearranging my congressional self
I wonder how far truth might see
when conceptual free love
remains continually blind
what do foolish hearts feel
impaled and tormented
actions harsh and unkind
such boorish behaviour
our kind is one kind
reflecting my rebellious mind
species human being
everything we do and see
sometimes discouraged and discontented
compressed and depressed
other times compassion and empathetic
so much impressive war to be lamented
all those starving homeless birds
stress and more stress
diminishing glaciers and bleaching coral
wonderful things we have forgotten
beautiful songs and how to sing
acquisitive activities greed brings
selfish corporations that are immoral
just what should each new dawn bring
something magical and remarkable
graffiti remarking on a back alley mural
or something more contemptible
even beyond redemption
can justice be near at hand
without divine reconnection
life should cultivate
a sacred garden
love a lasting peace
shower harmony and joy
across every war torn land

                    * * *