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

                * * *