dreaming about skin
this wondrous beautiful
enclosure we're stuck in
upon dutiful waking
I found I held
wrapped in both my hands
some smooth skinned serpent
some wondrous slithering snake
repentance is a grinning reptile
delivered from Grandfather stone
another realm and mystic land
I realistically dreamed about
venom's curt delivery
something more remote
sharp fangs piercing
penetrating soul and veins
shame's painful hurt
puncturing discontent and desire
God's fierce and painful
smite and smote
those same sins
Masters disdainfully quote
painting yin from yang
some balancing of pieces
scribed with bleeding hearts
describing broken shins
I dreamed of Lord Krishna
powerful and blue him
reciting Ganesha poetry
sacred drums and singing
hymns and other songs
delivering zen solution
something right and something wrong
when I woke again
tied to my training bed
bound with spiritual thongs
Arjuna was standing at my head
ready to pierce my pounding heart
Arjuna's swift sword and powerful spear
ready to shift and sound
my dreaming heart and life
dim sum into rising steam
just as vaporous God
recipied and willed
as I lay there
quiet and still
a tiny song bird
compassionately flew in
enlightening this passionate world
singing about heaven
painting harmony with nature's notes
warbling balanced perfection
such sweet songs
delivering heaven
such sweet inflection
emancipating resurrection

              * * *

                       Haiku Thursday on JoeCs poetry blog spot.

 

 

what some people have

power takes apart the sky

what the earth should do 

               * * *

 

sometimes bitter sweet

sex is like rich chocolate

kisses wet and dry

 

              * * * 

 

so I tell myself

that hidden part I can't see

to shut the fuck up

             * * *

 

enduring ecogrief
heart breaking drama
ecological disbelief
loss and trauma
glossing over mother earth
ecology is an altar
what about these tears
all these indolent worries
incurable destruction
so much unfit desolation
committed as a daily blast
remitting evolution
God's galactic annihilation
this distinctive planetary mass
instinctive extinction
hand in hand
with emotional devastation
trying solvent time
absolved but why
we're more eco-broken
with each solar revolution
deconstructing human institution
this climatic evolution
reconstructing human convolution
nightmares into night terrors
dreaming convoluted hopes
constituting ecogrief
this omnisonic vibration
chronic eco-disbelief
into some other installation
an omnisonic reaction
purely a distilled creation
every era is embryonic
instilling faith and new belief
hopefully not always demonic
perhaps even spiritual purity
constituting some blissful relief

                    * * *

 

witness to this haunting
earthquakes and disasters
daunting reckless tsunamis
staunch fire storm masters
panicked we're crawling and falling
feeling manic and helpless
reeling war is calling
feral cavemen thought
about each survival mess
respecting carnal fear
cave dreams interpreted
through exacting harsh revival
a Neanderthal hunter's grinding strife
brandishing life's mindfulness
flaunting boomerang and flaked knife
invoking spirit in a precious spear
commanding mutual life
dominated by far and near
reprimanded by songlines
yet stone and bone survival
painting storied glyphs
existence and hunger remains clear
beside a hungry existential sea
all those trying winter high tides
then spring floods are coming
equinox with tribal full moon drumming
soundly bowing down to mindful earth
finding and grinding fruitful things
tracing fearful night into tactful day
pounding fat berries into pemmican
shaping antler and sundance rings
time into cultivated planting matters
both theirs and ours
so are we remarkably different
living civilization's shattered dreams
some things remain prophetic
imagine an eclipse of something new
everyone and everything
navigating this scattered journey
remains concentric
still harsh circumstances
we revolve in
so much ingenuous revolution
current evolution of generations
some things hurriedly washed away
eroded by civilization's raging water
incinerated by fire storm masters
envision this nagging phase we're in
we're all living modern and eccentric
picture this current drowning view
climate must be respectfully engaged
forget saying prayers and living rage
faith in borders won't save anything
necromancers and scientists and soothsayers
captive in that myopic cave they're in
even philanthropic light
is engulfed by fears and terrors
no ritual cave or tribal kin
rapturous equations and magic won't save us
nor tactful you or actual me
don't blame the sun or moon or blood red sea
for this hazardous world we're in
modern existence it seems
is religiously disastrous
consisting of fascist politics
this is their racist solution
imprisoning features
haunting weathered life
bombing tethered creatures
brandishing spears and knives
compounding disastrous things
hornets invading beehives
hateful terror is all they see
earthquakes and tsumanis please
still nothing can be free

                  * * *

 

if only
I could love
all of me
like I love
all of you
maybe my heart
wouldn't feel
all this sorrow
perhaps I
wouldn't see
all my failings
like some
lost tomorrow
what if
love could
find a way
to let me
love myself
maybe then
my dear love
would somehow
let me stay
without fear
of losing you
exchanging all
my tears
for true love
in some
gracious way

      * * *

 

are there fortunes still
after all the roses have withered
is there hope and good will
when every herb has blown away
can anyone ever smile still
after all the birds have flown away
why are so many hearts
some minds not bothered
when war displaces peace
with such gruesome cruel display
shouldn't the world cry out
when horrid war kills and rapes
sisters and mothers
why don't we fall down with grief
when war destroys
fathers and brothers
after every battle
can there still be fortune
when war has ripped out hearts
can anything ever be good
should something be redeemed
torturing innocent souls
those fortunate things we knew
torn from the innate whole
leaving bleeding pieces
believing broken bits
are saturated with what was good
infatuation is what it seems
destroying mother earth
perhaps earth's crust
shall split wide open
evict dead and buried soldiers
while the desolate moon
moans with absolute grief
while the impetuous sun
petulantly smolders
should we bow down to war
what and how about good faith
supporting some honest belief
what and how about
all that horrific gore
more propaganda
smeared as truth
can fortune ever be found
fearing war's horrid wrath
in sordid blood soaked ground
perhaps morbid prophets are right
sounding foolish when they preached
screeching about kill and maim and smite
just cut out war's flaming tongue
gouge out your lying eyes
trying war is simply wrong
screaming like an ambivalent devil
all its unfortunate dishevelled lies

                   * * *

 

Sol rose blazing
a costly eruption
I looked deeply
without interruption
searching closely
your bright soul and eyes
simply amazing
morning proved us
love we chose
midday treated us
endearing love
such sweet perfume
love's perfect rose
as evening came
love was chastened
just how close
love's dear passion
hastened love
that feral moon
love's true reflection
rose moaning
adoration's famous name
framing silent night
hushed love
undecidedly fell
silently sailed away
each rushed season
always gushing love
this emotional dancing
each rising tide
forever notions
now I profess
caressed on my own
thus I have found
I cannot happily live
once love has gone
should I survive
with love still burning
Sol going down
I cannot dream
midst love's yearning
now that night has risen
love's full moon has flown
I fully question reason
something quite different
love's dream's are treason
still love seems correct
yet love's bleached coral
so much acidic sorrow
based on lying love
beneath that dying ocean
reflecting every desert scene
still I don't feel
strong enough
once blooming love
has disappeared
I don't feel able
to save my barren soul and self
since errant love
deceives the world
disapproval of love itself
so much hateful fear
apparently all that's left
what if endearing love
emotion we all should feel
would simply stay
love still might mend
we still might heal

            * * *

 

is Holy always good
what about Sacred
guarded realms
Sacred places
where Gods
sometimes stood
should we
veil or shroud
our hearts
our faces
thinking we
you have
truly understood
what if
Holy leaves
Sacred traces
what Creation
gracefully did
some rapture
Holy mood
prophetic water
an enlightened bid
for what
is Holy
some Sacred
godly stead
renounce light
darkness wins
everything lost
ungodly sins
beseech Creation
another cost
making Holy
gracious good
faithful belief
is war Holy
what folly
fanatical relief
what about
active compassion
something about
righteous passion
what about
Sacred Peace

        * * *

 

so you've gone to war
again spilt blood
ruptured lives
security lost
nothing good
swords and knives
all this damn fear
building tall barriers
something forever
creating dangerous borders
nothing peaceful or clever
death under orders
ultimately a war economy
bounty for arms dealers
good for gas and oil
bad for destroyed families
what about wrecked civilization
so more bad than anything good
should angels drive chariots
fly off to war
who would really care
besides the wounded and dying
blood and bone
these human anomalies
hiding and crying
crushed by absolute fear
heart and mind
demons join convoluted ranks
daring to grin and cheer
all those fearless dead bodies
what grim war leaves and finds
should angels pray and sing
let peace come here
cease this horrid war thing
let love replace grief and tears
yet love is what war won't bring

                   * * *

 

it's snowing again
nirvana seems so far away
in my dreams
I wade through night
where I've been
dark depressive places
it's snowing again
it seems love and joy
have gone away
persistently edged out
confused by dharma's plight
insistently preyed upon
so I made a pledge
a paltry sum
speaking about
far-off stars
past a sultry moon
beyond warrior Mars
winter has appeared
binding ice and snow
is clearly here to stay
rapture has come and gone
it's snowing again
captured by frigid vanity
what's right and wrong
clarity in some snowdrift refrain
what about ice and sanity
can rigid lucidity
somehow still remain

               * * *

 

I wake
I'm startled
wide eyed
where I am
for God's sake
these nightmares
demons chortle
what a vast place
full of traps and hurdles
sleep's dreamland space
take love for instance
some hope we want
but dope reality
maintains resistance
mountains and canyons
dreamland's speciality
how daunting
like joy's last breath
those hurts we feel
stabbed through the heart
memories keep haunting me
through a wanting dark
that place where sun won't shine
my sanity is at stake
while I drift and dream
as I sublimely divine
but when death
comes to take my hand
end a present nightmare
I sink further
into prescient sleep
more dreaming so I dare
this resting lasting place
where sometimes
I wake to stand
still wondering who I am
wonder why love can't stay
still I dream light if I can
pondering just what
haunting love might say

               * * *

 

when the sea
washes over us
when the sky
falls down around us
when the ground
disappears beneath us
does your heart stop
do we still breathe
can our eyes truly focus
did love make this happen
or are we grievously trapped
misshapen by lack
riveted by lusty capital
given lustrous love
some disastrous sin
what if the sea
could not love us
what if the sky
would not kiss us
what if ground
could not give us home
should our hearts
continue beating
should we still
want to breathe
would our eyes
discern shape
see vibrant colour
enlighten our minds
maybe we wouldn't feel
such harsh discontent
maybe we could realize
resentment into contentment
perfect joy
endless love
then we
shouldn't be
so confused
so very blind
still we are battered
fail and fall
we are shattered
contrite and frightened
unwelcome pushing
so much hate mail
those matters of fear
often digital in fact
wounds I find  
contusions after the act
even though
restitution calls
a restorative sea
washes over us
though I've failed
lost your trust
sky is falling
all around me
what I have lost
wandering broken ground
sadness burying me
pray for gladness
happiness living in your heart
compassion takes
mistaken spoken words
though we're forsaken
take another
left or right
insightful breathing
focusing brightness
waking zeal for a good life
keeping things
as they should
restore some firm footing
beneath me
rhythmic beating
living fearlessly
love not carelessly
but daring and entreating
such sweet art
fair kisses oh so fleeting

                * * *

 

was it some
dawn cloud
clouding up
my mind
or that
twilight mist
whatever I
rightly find
obscuring my
midnight view
what karma
that disorderly sum
more a creative sun
blinding what is
illuminating corridors
an orbiting light
something further
third eye vision
soul inoculation
true and real revision
envision a gift
clear perfect sight
there's that tree
lifeless in dark forest
where they erect
select to hang us
out to dry
a sacred tree
that is
more glorious
than the way
we need to live
or the way
we need to die

         * * *

 

all this finger pointing
so much tongue wagging
full frontal war
confrontation face to face
head to talking head
all those terrible things
we've all heard and read
volleys of fearsome spears
bragging on and on
what we all lament
some advantageous tagging
gone horribly wrong
if words could kill
we'd all be dead
if minds would meld
perhaps things
could get better
maybe we'd all drink
healing from some sacred well
only time will tell
if all our harsh words
glimmerings we think
things we simply say
shall they bring us peace
or push us deeper
into simmering hell
if God could hear us
if God would smell
this muss and bitter fuss
I wonder how God
would like such rotten ego
don't forget swag and swell
if God would help us
climb out of stupid's shell
perhaps unbegotten history
enlightenment would
have a better tale
something remarkable to tell
perfume more of roses
instead of stinking brine
perhaps in creationist time
when heated oceans swell
all the depleted and beaten fishes
will learn to thrive
breathe air again
on rich dry land
perhaps goatherds
blessed with night vision
shepherding with precision
revision the starry night
tarry with lowing flocks
nightly sojourn with peace
condition in a peaceful dell
good thoughts
blissful words
reticent just cannot suffice
dispossessed by innocence
redressed by countless
fanatic hordes
more on this
terminal war we're in
but still generous
helpings of wisdom
might be more than useful
reflecting a balanced kingdom
now wouldn't that be nice
living what wasn't onerous
blessed life that is soulful
realms of health and good advice
dreams that leave us feeling hopeful
lives full of peace and love
overtones of pure sweet honey
journeys adorned with healing spice

                        * * *

 

two snakes
one crawling west
towards a holy lake
number two
slithering east
towards crusty life
whatever that takes
electrified at best
knowledge and shear desire
foremost and elemental
trying reptile sake's
fertile under adamant sky
meeting grit and ground
petty tip-toeing
flitting to and fro
thoughtful knowing
a kind of mystery reptile
still frightfully blind
it all seems so profound
I know that sound
just inept far-off looking
hoping one in depth day
cleft life has
finally found something
speaking about intrepid life
bereft of satisfying warmth
shedding reptile skins
while some slither
others feel on trial
still others dither
every bold vertebrae
denoting cold interplay
who we truly are
venturing somehow up
then creeping down
circus city streets
shadows and faceless clowns
gracing adjacent alleys
tasteless is there
where real art is
traces painted upon
studied back alley walls
look at all those
ruddy locked gates
smut spattered
everywhere tearful
shuttered windows
strong iron bars
crossing doors
then every pay day
for God's financial sake
not nearly substantial
comes around
some find and stay
monetary smiles
others remain in gutters
bitter and utterly servile
still trying to have a laugh
hungrily slurping pitiful
a sad gut full
from a slurried trough
homeless city traits
usurped from one
token hidden den
then some turpitude
attitude is spoken
down with words
paraphrased into some other
also a frittered sky
too damn strange
maybe as those deranged
lay uncaged and stoned
caressing some
possessed sidewalk
why not confess
silly with uncaring expression
every missing snake
cries and calls
it seems falling
quietude is quite quiet
a humbling virtual tone
still hissing is there
two fumbling snakes talk
parlaying in hiss and snake
communicating off and on
a pitiful virtual phone
picking fitfully
through fistfuls
mouthfuls of titillating verbage
something vipers eat
slithering past and beyond
circling every reptile cage
unhinge my serpent jaw
let turbidity encompass me
my entire lurid being
this hungry universal law
where hurried snakes
artfully create
romping through tall grass  
harried by such a rumpus
consecrated by umpteen
oak and aspen pasts
tall words at last
where some have been
what forests some have seen
such a historic pompous path
green pith that speaks
snake myth at last
pit viper mysteries
red belly black that's blistering
crossing water moccasin flats
addressing coral sub and tonic
yet brown is so iconic
stronger than asp venom
replicating crass power
whatever is plutonic
duplicated in the holy west
supplicated by an uplifting tryst
this is a complicated gift
lives and containers  
ripped bags and broken boxes
stuffed with platonic
vindicated and relying
on a million Bodhisattva
histrionic eastern tests
pissing on what is right
hissing at what is best
praying for something
perhaps even healing light

                * * *

 

thoughts we have
thought into words
words we say
sound of words
words we hear
sound of voice
tones we hear
tones of choice
those ones we like
ones we say we love
one extreme
pleasure and pain
reverb as another
vibration it seems
like sails billowing
emerging from the main
carrying relative thought
crossing oceans
marriages with words
over a tempest sea
a variance of space and time
in dreams
creating poetry
sometimes brilliant song
those words we want to sing
poetic lines we often hear
creating life
is never wrong
creative thought
what that brings
words we love
all the ones
we say and hear
thoughts and words
we hold so dear
some pierce and cut
like spears and swords
dictionaries of fierce words
cryptography that seems unclear
those mystic words in lines
mysteriously making us
stare deeply into a magic mirror

                    * * *

 

there is no room
in my occupied heart
for anyone except you
you are that
sanctioned precious part
keeping a brilliant light
brightening my world
illuminating what is dark
together we
distilled mysterious love
our deep feelings
so powerful and thrilling
somehow exceptional
really so very right
still there is no space
especially in my aching soul
I'm not making room
for anything
or anyone
besides you
you're the one
I love that love
what we shared was true
what about daring love
together we both knew
caring divinity reveled
somehow revealed
ultimately a feeling
some shared goal
a gift full of believable hope
conceivably blessing life
joy with perfect glory
I'll look for you
aboard rumbling trains
on roaring planes
inside fast cars
in wild forests
along city streets
now before
I really have to
before I finally go
if for some valid reason
if we never reach
beyond those age old stars
if for some restive reason
I never see you again
here on solid earth
I'll still reach out
volunteer to look for you
forever I'll weep over you
recount my blinding tears
beyond far away
past Jupiter and distant Mars
I'll search for you
my true love
throughout Earth's future history
I'll search past Andromeda
sort through all that lasting mystery
including all those far off stars
if for some tragic reason
we fall into the blazing sun
I know this magic love
forever yearning
burning deep inside us
this shared true love
will last forever
always shall be
ours for keeping
this special room
in my occupied heart
preoccupied now
with all my loveless gloom
there is no hopeful vacancy
I'm all closed-up
for my love is sleeping
in my love starved room
the lock and key
your love is keeping

             * * *

 

I'm demented
I've been cemented
I have sand and gravel
in my gritty soul
all that detrimental fire
that I've eaten
has burnt a hole
in my very being
so what I'm feeling
has charred me
made me harder
I'm feeling marred
as I grow older
sometimes I'm hot
sometimes I'm colder
what about this existence
I still find resistance
I'm consistently inventing
some new type of cementing
those high walls I've built
ones I've forcibly torn down
some are fixed with greed and guilt
others are me being a lonely clown
if in time
I might find
some good reason
some good rhyme
perhaps I'll be less cemented
even less demented
oh how pitiful I've been
seldom reprimanded
those wretched things
I've belched out and seen
rebrand an augmented me
not boiled by so much dementia
not foiled by so much cement
less hardened and less soiled
less charred with much less grime

                    * * *

 

what changes
your perception of God
miracles and mysticism
a wide inceptive range
everything we've been told
spherical realism
I can't help but wonder
what existential dreams
receptive God has had
pondering some wonderful
is presidential God glad
or is credential God simply mad
something makes me think
all those stories we have heard
is celestial God thirsty
does bestial God drink
something tells me
heavenly God is more than weird
one blazing star after another
phasing galaxies bending
trending space and rending time
did relevant God have a mother
what's the sacred reason
what's the blessed rhyme
my eyes grow dim now
my aural vision is less clear
relatively still somehow
I see pure and perfect God is near
belief that formal creation is a power
to me that moral creative power  
is relational and forever dear

                  * * *

 

if we should kiss
could one giant step
push us over that precipitous cliff
would we be amiss
wanting to affectionately trip
would it make a difference
knowing traction isn't always bliss
first kiss retraction
a contract leap of faith
sometimes we plummet
shake a defiant fist
still we're broken
how does passion equate
marred by inaction
ratios make up the sum of it
still incessant danger of falling
a stalling crush with kisses
its own darling fate
dismiss soulful notions
fractured by commotion
as emotional love calls it
what if passion is calling
recall that long red flag list
it's hard to read or see
through passion's delirious mist
that kissing with its closed eyes
make us of course so often miss
awaiting some torrid main dish
scream for rich wet dessert  
appalling unfettered things
better at making us sick
a ticking organism
tickling organs with a horrid rant
dreamy love won't fix us
steamy kissing just simply can't
rational means try to dismiss this
insisting on more soulful dreams
passionate love is seldom bliss
always some resistance
to honey and cream

               * * *

 

in the end
we all
end up
in some afterglow
that coming place
where God
sends us
be it up
or be it down
somewhere
in another show
yet still
a spectral space
communion
where God
gets us
be you
prophet
villain
or circus clown
somehow
we all
end up
in some other
preciousness
some clarifying
crucible
like the death
of a glacier
like the end
of a sun
some surreal interlude
metamorphosis
contemplate afterglow
where we fly
with consecrated angels
where up is
always up
or we wail and cry
with detestable demons
where reckless
we will
evolving
really know
there are
those feckless
ups and downs
God resolving
creation's relentless show

               * * * 

 

if I were to scream
loudly enough
maybe the world
would finally hear me
maybe though
I'm being much too gruff
but there is so much
rough in the world
you know
I just wish
my dreams
weren't so
harsh and blistering
such a constant mystery
some monstrous things
just flourish and grow
sometimes boorish things
making showy history
even so
most low things
can be
really tough
all those things it seems
that are deafening
often crude and morbid stuff
enough of those dreams
that horrid world
finally letting all of that go
I can be me
maybe even
exceed being
successfully seed
hopeful new dreams
painting the sky
a happier thing
letting colourful life be
enjoy a joyful ring
all that gruff and rough
put behind me
this very moment
being the real thing
so now my comment
my carnal scream
is more tasteful
less pained and less morbid
less harsh and less vain
less crass and distasteful
though still unexplained

                 * * *

 

this planet
gravity alone
something awesome
isn't it
what about
erupting volcanoes
those deep cold seas
often frigid
sometimes boiling  
isn't it
all those
you's and me's
what is rigid
those moiling shows
lava rearranging
corruption and trolls
contagion and flooding
what a muddy existence
resistance is futile
this planet's tango style
carnal infringment
our stingy human mode
retail without fail
consistency and brooding
every blessed mood
each taunting full moon
if the earth
were something frail
wouldn't the sun
let us know
what about this glory
our storied planet
what it's worth
spinning through lethal heaven
etheric rotation alone
in that revelatory motion
even if the moon fell
out of cosmic sync
even if the oceans
dried up to muck and silt
would planet earth
lose its sacred tilt
only heaven knows
so even though
super storms blow
if every volcano erupted now
earthquakes shaking
bitter us
to the bone
even if
forests and water
suddenly disappear
remaking this
blue planet
turning the sky
into a toxic smear
planet earth
will revolve
evolve around
that precious sun
until that vicious orb
goes disruptive nova
corrupting surly planets
burly ways with curled tongues
flicking sure reality
licking earthly life
planet earth
in all its glory
some tiny speck
truly but a prick of life
sticks and stones
such a hectic
universal story
all those coins
God threw
into creation's fountain
all that atomic novel
those phonic creative wishes
correction and resurrection
ascending ethereal mountains
surreal canyons bordered by descension
all those birds and fishes
in kind
reminding us
planet earth
memories of love
mirrored in light
reflecting inspiration
remembering
cosmic invention
understanding
what is wrong
and what is right

             * * *

 

there is this marred planet
in some blissed-out starry galaxy
some demented creator planned it
oceans and rivers are only a fallacy
there they only eat cement
their leather tongues
measuring existential resentment
blessed by some explosive fault
they lick cracked mineral lips
fissured by finicky contentment
existing on hard black sand
cool soothing water
a sinful far-off dream
holding fire in their hands
their creviced skin
churns with molten lava
so it oddly seems
they yearn to exist
on cold desert dunes
home is blistered broken land
their burning hearts are searing
their token sun is nothing grand
fluidity and light is something
they constantly are fearing
grit they ingest is righteously bland
love there is just a stabbing pain
being is neither woman nor man
jealous pleasure is some holy strain
a joyless wonder they just withstand
they're blazing beings
flaring insightful watching
shifting atomic dunes
devouring concretions of gritty sand
partial to some granular direction
marshaling some concrete drift
amongst rifts and strands
exploring planetary arteries
piloting volcanic veins
their crazy desiccated mother  
deploring other planetary ruins
birthing her subatomic gift
fueled by creative insanity
dry beings fulfilled
yet inanely coarse
voiceless from all their gritty gnawing
insistently a waterless subsistence
somehow maniacally contented
they remain fluidly resistant
forever fanatically abrasive
reveling in bonding mortar
crazed intention without remorse

                        * * *

 

I've waited
so many years
still the sky
keeps secrets
when the moon speaks
I try to listen
when love shakes me
I want to believe
love's stern decision
whatever the decisive wind says
however the insistent world spins
maybe gravity will change my mind
perhaps I'll stare into the sun
knowing that I will go blind
if dreams could come true
maybe my heart would have more faith
but those words I hear
all those poems I want to recite
why does love invite us
in the first place
secondly I'm frozen
riveted by my fear
if love could trace
every negative thought I've had
back to some positive beginning
maybe love would finally see
menial love has driven me
completely mad
I'm not smiling or grinning
all my reviled sins
keep me in my prison cell
where I lock love out
still I'm waiting
for that special place
where I can kiss that special face
knowing love has finally found us both
something love betrothed
some quotes about glorious love
moral nouns and verbs
such sorry adjectives
committed by this human race
maybe if some abject ocean
swept all love's pain away
perhaps I'd forgive myself
perhaps then love could stay

                    * * *

 

once
I was
swimming
far out
living lives
in deep oceans
forever searching
praying for dry
land high above
some deep
misshapen sky
somehow grand
some familiar place
where I have
sometimes been
various ups
nefarious downs
energizing scenes
wave motion
yet nervous
saving notions
still no where
dry to stand
I try to guess
some great dream
illusion under
standing lies
that's why
in my confusion
I wear this
solemn face
there are
liquid places
holy equilibrium
traces of equity
that I've seen
graceful smiles
creation's divine place
yet those
broken frowns
still quietly spoken
speaking devotion
over many
immense creative miles
sensing commotion
love and joy
initiation's trials
of one kind
it seems
maybe twice
no matter
how hard
I've tried
finding myself
trying this
a thirty-third
difficult space
I've heard
traces of
one quarter
living past
just where
I've been
all those
many fifths
trails I've seen
seriously sixty
six miles
trials all in all
breezing into
seven freezing towns
crowded time
an eighth of blue
my crystalline emotion
all that was mine
outward pain
I somehow found
binding inner gain
not admired
via those nine
tried and tired
draining voids
sometimes painful
ten myriads of rain
even eleven
torrential storms
fixed by
a dozen
mindful memories
too many
lost toys
stuck in
simply mind
so it seems
every thirteenth
deep sea
where I have been
trained by freely swimming
treading water
sometimes submerged
just on a whim
sometimes tottering
around even
on a crippling verge
oddly emerging from
where I'm seen
stripping something
tens of things
simply gripped
tempted via profound
seeking deep dreams
free and helpful
thy serving hand
sometimes I've been
so far out
in freaking space
bordering some
mystic timeless realm
where blissful
courageous angels fly
try I must
ask myself
what is
this tentative life
not just bliss
so more
creative notions
counting just
what is
love and joy
some real wealth
enjoying life
or am I
forever
just lost
far out
in some endless
monster sea
what a dreadful
mindless monstrosity
a drowning cost
if that is
just what liquid
true life is
what about
new life
viewing liquidity
measuring transcendent
realizing tranquility
still preserving
what is sacred
miraculous gloss
saving countless creatures
just like
holy fountains
you and me
heartbeat and breathing
upon this flourishing
oceanic embarkation
life's familial cost
intentionally encouraging
this numbered miracle
creation
god let it be
revelation
as that is free

         * * *

 

one perceptible day
watching receptive ant
lightly reaching up
ant's two front legs
trying to touch heaven
rightly waving upwards
flailing through invisible air
ant's other four inceptive legs
comprehending solid earth
then I saw folly sky
wanting while pressing down
caressing seeker ant
embracing placid earth
such a transparent ocean
mystical discernible atmosphere
miracles held in motion
fixed by master gravity
then I noticed magic moth
fluttering fragile wings
frangible moth oscillating
tangents as if nothing
was really rightly there
that sensational moment
revealing some sensible truth
completing indelible illusion
repeating palpable being
creation both day and night
ant and moth and air

               * * *

 

there's that lonely space
where I tend to live
sadness reflected
in my eyes and face
a pleasant smile
is what I wish to give
still loneliness dwells
in my secret place
happiness is what I hope
I could freely give
yet somehow heartache
over rules all my grace

             * * *

 

that eleventh hour
oceans become radioactive
who and what we are
insolent and reactive
only time will tell
depending on restrictive
open vindictive games
welcome to shameful hell
so the milk's gone sour
Gaia save us from this state
when flowers have burned up
when forests are completely ash
grasslands plowed and churned up
when a birdless sky
reflects some critical fate
when the fiery  sun
has incinerated all our hopes
taken away all our dreams
when a mystical clock
suddenly strikes twelve
when nothing we know
remains the same
when we finally wake up
open our mystic third eye
realizing that it's all
just too damn late
what we've lost is gone forever
what we've managed to maintain
is simply greed and hate

               * * *

 

depending on memories
no wonder we can't
live in the moment
thinking about yesterdays
wondering about tomorrows
what happened in our memories
making today what it mostly is
shaping tomorrows in our mind
dependent on how things went
contending with things now
perhaps resplendent futures
reminding us of happenings
shaping co-dependence with that
what and who and how
what we were yesterday
who we are today
how can that be
recalling things we see
remembering things we say
all that is here and now
memories that are here to stay
like your house on fire
that was some kind of day
that day you decided to finally retire
those recollections of us young at play
those collections of hard streets
where the mad and rich
both live and stay
preying upon life
survival in a wicked niche
praying that some memories
might be colourful
not just dark or gray
those spectral memories
wounding intrepid hearts
leaving memorable scars
even visions that haunt us
those troubled memories
envisioning freezing winters
those blistering stormy skies
then there sometimes are
a parade of blessed memories
made of glorious happy sunny days
those memories we'd never trade
beautiful times and perfect places
where life was good and no one lies
those special times
where no one ever cries
remarkable places
where no one even sighs

                * * *

you poured gasoline
all over our bed
flames erupted
torture in my brain
you lit a slick world
sparkling tinder into fire
igniting stark firestorms
hark immolation licking
fierce inside my head
instigating dark sex
remolding sexual forms
you poured lubrication
down my swollen throat
water wrecked with oil
reminding my relentless desire
spectacularly trim with elation
sticking receptacle words
to choice things I've read
titillation adds just another hex
vexation as a holy ghost
those trickster things we want
fixated on those mixed up things
we've so often dreamt and said
now we've paved over
love's cobblestone street
everything we once had
things that were good and sweet
forget those things that were bad
now tingling love hovers
ready to speed right away
waiting to disappear forever
trending in some other life
dissent and horrid strife
meant for some other
particularly hellish fray
if gasoline were love
all these emotional fires
would be
devotionally true
could be
love retired
when would be
love finally realized
gasoline was me and you
even twisted love
its turning totem
burned to elemental ash
demoted because
of detrimental shame
realizing gasoline love
was entirely to blame

               * * *

 

last chance
fixing your life
last chance
redeeming your soul
last chance
getting through your pain
last chance
everything's a mess
last chance
feeling worthless and insane
last chance
picking yourself up
last chance
off that city street
last chance
on breaking even
last chance
in life's ongoing game
last chance
from a bleeding frying pan
last chance
into a bloody fire
last chance
immolation's holy desire
last chance
with all that
last chance
when you finally wake
last chance
finding healing sunshine
last chance
feeling and remembering
last chance
living with one's real name
last chance
for collecting and recalling
last chance
when things aren't just falling
last chance
not so dire or mundane
last chance
before every intentional storm and torrential rain
last chance
healing wounded hearts
last chance
not bursting and breaking
last chance
saving your immortal sake
last chance
dancing to your tribal beat
last chance
living in the arms of your real earth name
last chance
more zeal still to gain
last chance
pealing off your face paint
last chance
in and out of reaching
last chance
opening sacred portals
last chance
divinity with its close advance
last chance
those blessed tattoos
last chance
before gnarly and knotty you
last chance
when your thirsting for that sacrificial flame
last chance
enduring this mortal image and captivating reign
last chance
before raptors and dragons come
last chance
moody human and more
last chance
before proud tigers and lions roar
last chance
before you ultimately die
last chance
vying and not just assuming
last chance
you've been existing
last chance
just simply scattered
last chance
unjustly shattered
last chance
your remorseless pain
last chance
my trusted friend
last chance
speaking distrusted poetry
last chance
dreaming misty dreams
last chance
it often seems
last chance
to play this risky game
last chance
to mend your broken life
last chance
attaching soul to a perfect frame
last chance
carte blanche and carpe diem
last chance
ascending Nirvana's detached being

                       * * * 

 

falling leaves
how much energy
does it take
creating every moment
reaction and reflection
painting upon water
let love greet joy
vibration is unfurled
libations of leaf power
look at power rising
falling silently revealed
donning some magic guise
so forests and oceans
come and go
emotional commotions
where leaves and water bleed
so many broken promises
all those falling
liquid words and deeds
reflections of what
we truly want and need
forever those tokens
leavened psalms and prayers
reflections of our world
so given hate and morbid greed
all that misplaced
energy that takes
synergism creating
organized love and life
atmospheric that
what makes
those virgin leaves
they keep falling
that energy it takes
recreating bliss and joy
keeps leafy nature calling
belief in love and joy
keeping that moving stature
leaves keep falling
faith in love and joy
leaves for all our sakes

                 * * *

 

cement
walls into prison
resent
pavement
keeps those
discontented
from digging
into fertile earth
demented
someone sweeps
gathering garbage
heaven sent
piles on this broken street
how many token dead
everyone needs dying
counting needles
spoken poems and lines
poking into veins
tempted by arteries
fentanyl wants
needs to make you
one deserving host
redemption
most of all
sample fentanyl
haunts those streets
moaning ghosts and zombies
restrained to zombieland
where dead people walk
staring into demon eyes
no heaven or hell talk
just some given reality
punishing riveting pain
keeps creeping and crying
always that steep drop
seeping somewhere
dim and black
where lonely souls sprawl
cemented to sidewalks
blood sweat and tears
filling every injected crack
all those street fears
all that fentanyl and  street talk
what if liberating god called
what if liberal creation
suddenly took us back
would cement tombs
keep this institution
would prison walls
with creation's restitution
fail then fall
would stony souls
hear god's gentle call
or would cement
resent us one and all
keeping humanity
restrained and chained
cemented within
addicted to our prison stalls

                  * * *

 

block on block
up one
knock after knock
up another two
talk on talk
stones into temples
one way we walk
trying to somehow fly
diagrams scratched out
so much colourful chalk
hop scotch for little ones
tall people and little folk
striving for upwards
dreamy times when we woke
we saw it was downwards
spirals with wheel spokes
one thought binding
taken abruptly to another
viral thinking is like finding
predestined forests of ancient oak
one block at a time
hopefully as we build
one era after another
we won't just choke
evoking line after line
like some sweeping vine
hedge work and handy work
ultimately by some divine
giant people and simple folk
improving what is
yours and mine
block upon block
civil is the real sign
sometimes I think
it's muck on muck
not much understanding
compounding what is base
so good luck
to us one and all
good luck
who face such yuck
so good luck
sometimes we're stuck
good luck
so if we must surrender
with all our hard luck
we'll find life
can still be tender
if only we can decide
we're safely unstuck
so block on block
building things up
towards an imminent sky
deciding we need to stare down
when things are amok
decide to refit gems
from creation's golden crown

                     * * *

 

once around the block
Vancouver's inner city
you've seen it all doc
what else is there
besides domestic pity
up and down the alleys
sometimes if you dare
through a homeless valley
past carousing fentanyl
count that terrible tally
such an arousing mental plea
hope is merely a concept
nothing concrete really
just a laughable precept
passing through
valleys of desperation
city places
where everything
is doom and gloom
beyond consternation
a hapless void my friend
a helpless place of indignation
if only God could
rein in evil's instigation
replace prediction
without condition
advise some healing medication
perhaps a garden still could grow
instill the self with predilection
be still the wounding pain
that so many broken folk
live with drastic homelessness
devil fentanyl a constant foe

                   * * *

 

so fallen angels
if there is resurrection
wings to fly us home
some new direction
like a prayer and a poem
admittance after insurrection
simply dying alone
control after dysfunction
samples of some after tone
craftsmanship with that distortion
everything and then there is none
twisting reality into relative information
some duality with collective donations
can you imagine how it feels
determining destinations
what if we are damaged
what if we just can't heal
still there is an inclination
some of us want to resist
try to see beyond some magic seal
why must we insist
that trauma and tragedy are real
perhaps our dreams
could remake our world
perhaps it only seems
heaven and hell is what we heard
in reality we're just fallen angels
trying to grow cosmic feathers
wanting to learn to truly fly
there must be so many angles
what we see is low or high
what we know is do and try
blowing like the colour of the wind
some of us will laugh
some will cry
hoping for resurrection
praying that we never die
wanting to balance where we've been
trying to see where we're going
hoping to grow wings
so we can fly home
amongst those directional things
speaking inspirational prayers
dreaming spiritual poems

                   * * *

 

regent saguaro stand guard
extravagant like well suited CEO's
karma that exists with Presidents
ocotillo warned me off
all those deep residents
resistant in their holes
excavating land and other incidents
at night this place is rockin
something this thorny space has meant
complacent therapy with look who's talkin
what next will surreal God invent
more sacred sage brush
petroglyphs etched on sandstone that is forming
there is rational intent
reconstructing this world
from what it was formerly
structure is instructively unfurled
frustrating and maybe tormenting
more thorn and less natural curl
a recipe of leaves and burrs fomenting
perhaps rare chemicals
will solve resentment
what the earth is hurling
to remain solvent
perhaps repentant
things must evolve
survival is the only incentive
in the rivalry of desert
there is no joy or love
only consentual nature
warming to the very idea
of all this desert push and shove

                    * * *

 

when I'm upside down
when I've skewed
wearing a desperate frown
something needs to be renewed
maybe a poetic trip to town
I need to be refueled
something nourishing and upscaled
not just diminishing and down
stimulate me with numbers
encourage me with words
let me see beyond shadows and umbras
let one solar disc reveal its mystic crown
let dislocated armies disband
lay down bloody swords
live peace instead of allocating war
let's say we've been shown
already an intriguing light
beyond an esoteric veil
maybe with enlightenment
we'll finally find
we have spiritually grown
navigating swirl and swale
like bolts of lightning
welding spots of different kinds
static throughout electric divinity
indifferent to lightning's incivility
thus there is mobility
virtue in being upside down
if we feel skewered
something trying to tear us down
something needs to be reviewed
maybe a bolt of lightning
wielding a golden crown

                * * *

 

I don't want to be tortured
by your cathedrals and your politics
I'm seeking permission from God
helping me remove those broken bits
help me to be divinely nurtured
suturing myself so my parts properly fit
this befitting imagery of clump and clod
an earthy soddy steady on a grassy plain
so I wait for modest summer rain
something falling from a plaintive sky
giving me strength and wisdom enough
to not just grow
but also to cry
it's that level of suffering
where we truly need
something less tough
it's that something which roughly
would be more than enough

                    * * *

 

that quietus day you left
that day I died inside
that day clouds repented
that resentful day
when love turned a corner
down some distant street
try resistance one might say
then the former
comes to mind
I lay down that ash filled day
after all the fires
were extinguished
retiring all the love
after all the spirit
relinquished verbal love
retaining quiescent soul
I don't admire myself
maintaining this covert kit
something deep inside
died the day you left
something tragic broke my heart
just too much pain and angst
so I lay there quiet and bereft
hopeless we remain so far apart

                    * * *

 

those feathers
I want to know
so I can soar and fly
those sacred seeds
I want to sow
so goodness and truth
will sprout and grow
lifting us all high up
those eagle eyes
I want to see through
beyond the ethereal sky
so I can witness
all that divinity
where real truth lies
something in my soul
needs to travel and soar
high over peaks of tall mountains
where beauty and truth bless us
affording a better view of the world
take in all those mystical hues
being amongst even so much more
this life we're living
these ultimate breaths we take
giving us a chance
so we find ourselves
for our own blessed sake
just like the sacred sun
giving us all this life
just like sacred water
quenching our thirsty lives
opening our worthy hearts
so we are grounded
becoming more able
always finding our way
to lofty heaven from down to earth
all those sacred songs we sing
keeping us on an even keel
helping us to be compassionate and well
helping us to lead good lives that are bountiful and stable
so over all our mounting years
we discover how to truly be
divine people that are truly healed
those people can be you and me

                     * * *