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

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                       Haiku Thursday on JoeCs poetry blog spot.

 

 

what some people have

power takes apart the sky

what the earth should do 

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sometimes bitter sweet

sex is like rich chocolate

kisses wet and dry

 

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so I tell myself

that hidden part I can't see

to shut the fuck up

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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

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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

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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

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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

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