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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Haiku Thursday

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

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

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live dangerously
sometimes loaded guns go off
bullet in the head

 

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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

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