so much
has happened
deep water
under every bridge
those things
we all touch
such a sweet taste
to do and be
scribbled notes
old faded pictures
pasted with love
on every fridge
as if
what we
see and do
could be
anything
but new
yet thin soup
cold broth
that somehow
seems uncouth
dry mouth
strange dreams
dry tongue
that longing
vampire tooth
maybe
if we earned
perfect dreams
those that are
truly real
those learned masters
of that
emotional universe
where motion seems
like mystical truth
would help us
evade love's disasters
in that
resistant instance
life doesn't
mince words
give thought
all that heaven
we never got
maybe pure water
would wash away
all those
insistent fears
even where
irrational existence
has never begun
to be forgiven
we were
out sailing
that one
good day
was even
providential
deferentially fair
but providence
eventually turned
summoning raging storm
intentionally yearning
for those difficult things
we never understood
uncommon air
wicked water
washing us
into another
lover's fray
something torrential
where love
just could not stay
tears from heaven
all our latent fears
sweeping love away
those hopeful things
we are honestly given
that sweet taste
we long for
that needy love
we too often die for
what if we
never drown
what if we
never die
too much
thin soup
keeping us
ravenous
forever hungry
making us
fall down
collapse and cry
what if all that
exasperating emotion
suddenly stopped
what if true love
never found us
what if sweet love
never flopped
scribbled notes
old faded pictures
setting sail
for a perfect coast
where love
could save us
where good
would never pale
where love and joy
would forever
live with us
help us survive
every raging storm
be with us
when and where ever
we set sail
navigating
to that perfect place
where perfect love
could never fail

          * * *

 

here it is
it's Christmas time
let's pray for peace
hope all the world
is good and fine
here it is
that time of year
when there is hope
a special day of merry
hoping lasting peace is near
here it is
another Christmas day
when love should be
included in everything we say
when peace and goodwill
is all we should ever truly see
so along with all our Christmas dreams
hopeful love and peace
is what daily life should always be

                 * * *

 

I remember
sapphire kisses
how could I
that blazing fire
ever forget
you are such
warm embrace
tender passion
embracing night
where splendid
cemented us
intimately together
we had that
gentle sense
sensibly nude
orgasmically intense
our love mood
remember lips
kiss me you
touch each other
a gleaming jewel
your glowing skin
from outside
faithfully
I reached in
tracing streams
each liquid rule
measuring inside
soul
completely soaked
love invoked
so very treasured
artfully wet
like summer dew
painting little drips
brushing parts
stroking blushing cheeks
your smiling face
that beguiling rush
your flushed stare
our devoted sighs
somehow I knew
we have died for love
we both saw through it
that infectious guise
recognition
of our urgent love
avoiding reckless torment
we lay there
breathing
hearts beating
abreast of comment
no choked on lies
instead heady notions
adept life
right to left
a swaying motion
deep diving
in love's deep ocean
deftly sounding
something profoundly earnest
furnishing passion
committed to keep
kissing salvation
emotions so raw
still I thought
supposedly still
rational
that hopeless love
I hoped to keep
but then somehow
I might have been
frightfully mistaken
unrighteously how cruel
be truly asleep
what is this love
we had faithfully found
isn't it foolish
soul and mate
reminding us
love's sweet gift
just you and I
we aren't  pretending
all that pretentious
outside world
love is
always comprehending
that implied word
pygmalion
an alien guise
had disappeared
I'm sorry
for leaving
another passionate story
some mystery
I didn't realize
about love's whole truth
still two tender hearts
foolishly compromised
two passionate souls
promising something
improvised
we both did want
what we truly needed
should and more
mend our wounded hearts
both of us
having bled so much
leaving scores
of feral scars
I truly hope
some great love
will wisely keep
brilliant wisdom
undaunted compassion
soulfully haunt
arrested love
love's great ransom
divinely brave
midst love's brazen dreams
sweet love
profoundly deep
yet dark night came
shamefully broken
we sadly parted
I hope you know
comforted by
what remains of love
some in depth truth
perfect in that light
love poems and verse
inflection and true words
were rightly spoken
but reflection dear
fear mirroring
fatalistic love
how can we
garner hope
still you might
keep invited love
somewhere safe
away from promises
we couldn't keep
tucked sadly away
like tragic wounds
encompassing
our bleeding hearts
I hope you may
some reflective day
forgive me
allow some precious
velvet dreams
to caress your being
it still seems
somewhere love
we must know
truthfully seeing
desirous love
entranced by being
consecrated with ironic fire
adorned with halos
storms of enchanted kissing
two bodies writhing
reborn in romance
love's sweet perfume
enhancing loving hearts
such tingling love
alive and new
together we're feeling
carnal chills
blood and bone
though still
we exist
so far apart
I'm so distant
we're all alone
I'm lying naked
thinking about love
divinity knows
from that very start
we were just
being just us
two love birds
meant to be
we fluttered
two as one
we danced
proving perfect time
caressed by passion
celebrating ardent space
we built with love
I gently stroked
your glowing face
love's brave overtones
advocating sighs
relative with perfect moans
but now
allocating negative
we are two
here is me
far away
there is you
time's punishment
comparative lonely days
fusion and fission
admission into narratives
some admonishing art
that dark envisioned part
a roiling crucible
crudely smelting
our shared pain
love conjured
leaving us
morally shaken
by crashing thunder
we were swept away
sorely torn asunder
in that torrential rain
so now we're lost
ship wrecked
surviving all alone
we've been accosted
by a coral sea storm
forget prayerful pleas
falling on deaf ears
we're an ocean apart
silent pleading prayers
grievously unheard
there is no merciful part
still I struggle
dashed by parched love
feeling washed away
those torrid dreams
seemingly true
love honestly
is forever gone
that true love
we once both
passionately knew
openly now
we're broken
foolishly somehow
we have been
burdened
with love's mortal pain
fatally stricken
bound by sorrow
it hurts to remember
every sad refrain
examine shackled hearts
each imprisoned day
every silent night
ruefully beyond
every lonely tomorrow
perhaps foolishly
that is sure
we always mourn
what we lost
what we've got
purity of love
has surely gone
we won't kiss again
I won't ever look
into your opal eyes
let me blissfully maintain
that I love you
I need hope
love's sapphire kisses
embracing you
still deep desire
glowing sparks
remnants of love
that eternal fire
having burned up
incinerated lost love
all its compassion
embers remain
coaxing tender overtones
even love's hot refrains
its passionate lies
remembering
all that honey sweet
commending love's cherished
unforgotten sighs

           * * *

 

Thirteenth Dimension

Part 1

if only
I could
spin time
make it
something more
than visual
something else
besides numbers
other than divisional
counting on
my revised hand
I have envisioned
one stand out finger
is it not
ask yourself
so outstanding
fantastically doubled
one on each
troubling hand
palm reading
dreaming God
being troubled
each personified second
foundling time
into concrete units
what is that
concentrated treatment
celestial unity
messiah sun
without impunity
does what
divine immunity
into that void
speaking out
from deep within
angelic stars
those inclined
to do
even avoidance
regaled with
fabled domesticity
bucking wood
building fire
baking bread
being earthy
mundane life
continuing humanely
certifiably spin worthy
objectified as deep
rectified within
universal obedience
that verified organic
biotic living thing
an embryonic experience
spirit morphing
revealing myopic energy
out of histrionic synergy

Part 2

untold melting glaciers
reverentially expanding
streaming out
swelling exponentially
devouring spatial din
fantastic pingos
welling up
half thawed
perma-dancing
dwelling on
singing ground
forever cosmic foundation
undefined
refining woodland
undermining dwindling caribou
that cold material wind
blowing eternal snow
windigo calling
celerity resounding
relational edification
reliving anthropomorphic
scientific knowing

Part 3

creative cave days
sensational ways
seasonal divisions
splitting ratios
contractual fractions
timelessly romancing
fractal extravagance
various additions
even graceful
marginally minute
frugal integration
under reverential magnification
revealing further revelation
nurturing revelating time
eventfully investing
out of stodgy dark
even oddly interesting
resilient shadows
sentient codger night
even stark silence
impossibly folded
delivered into days
those science holdings
entranced by contrite
where resolvent months
reflect solvency
mirroring time's
moral resilience
truth's immanence
rescinding those
insolvent years
what if ambivalence
advantageous problems
accentuating hollow folly
absolved with cruel trembling
following resentment
marked by absolution
until fool time
actually
eventually
finally stops

Part 4

dry those
foolish tears
resolving all those
horrific fears
reconstituting nothing
what would be
no matter when
even counting minutes
perhaps infinitesimal
or just a finite spatter
marking those
selected hours
my one moment
timely distraction
rays of timeless
fomented light
forming once
per thousandth of a second
charming lifetime
some helpful karma
a fraternizing
dharma hand
could simply
soulfully and dutifully
beautifully materialize
habitate sacred land
truthfully maternalize
new world integration
inhabiting some other
integral time
habitual time is
so fatally intimate
recurrent and so
regally new
matter of beginnings
even more urgently
adherence to some
even shattering
divergent endings
only convergent time
would ever
conversely
dispel mythology

Part 5

that miracle staff
magic spells cast
occupancy of forest dwellings
mystic stuff
forever brandishing
fragments of that
mysterious rod
some futuristic sundial
breathing fire dragons
marking firstly
relative margins
each second hand
another part
then thirdly
ascension
high above
elevated clouds
if only
hard time
stands soundly
grandly upright
would possibly
grandiosely dare
implying rambling
as to walking
power trekking
into pretentious run
care to crawl
outwardly emerge
forwardly evolve
beneath a raging sun
compare universe
delineate inner truth
infiltrate universal God

Part 6

if only
God Head
I could relegate
stopping time
delegating
diminishing
dispelling things
that seem odd
apparent egress
leaving appellant tracks
finish carelessness
perhaps dispelled
yet still bundled
founded by hateful
remaining distasteful
wasted time could
should come
to nothing
frightfully crude
something insightful
heightened mood
maybe without
acrid time
we would still
be something
a good narrative
more than less
less broody
more stress free
than needy
then readier
not just numbers
steadier and unencumbered
surfing tsunami waves
dismissed as flippant
earthquake blips
remiss fateful time
digging into
suspended sand
sad figuring
continuous graves

Part 7

money slips
economic blunders
those sometimes
socially dark thunder
even more rude
crude madness
ruefully harbouring
pretentious right
eventful campaigns
often deranged
sometimes wrecked
by and by
fatefully strange
resentfully driven
by sensual desire
addled as given time

Part 8

shameful terror
strapped upon
monster's backs
we've been shanghaied
blood creating
red streams
dreams flowing
as anaerobic green
harangued as monitored
trial corporate tokens played
orchestrating babble
incorporating rabble video
styled rhetoric
ballads and crying
what about sacred water
distressing ocean days
desperate nature
not being revered or saved
sea of swimmers
drinking slave champagne
basically something foreign
distastefully sour
plastic something
crowds devouring
every timeless track
towers of harmful politics
speaking charming words
offering gentle nuclear spring
unfettered fire summer
flooding showers uttered
falling into broken
bloody endless
atomic muttering

Part  9

crow abominable time
mind nominal hours
grind open
formal gates
normally cultivated
brutal war
reprimanding
broken command
lords and masters
ruefully demanding
mad and crazy zones
something disastrous
such contrite understanding
trite peace campaigns
remorsefully frightful
this time of war
insightfully resulting
in death moans
time giving
ransom taking
hands down awake
then waking
so time as universe
opening that third
peaceful illustrious eye
making curable clearer
that cosmic vision
illuminated with spectrum
exalted by halos
floating orbs
culminating
as night vision
amongst all
those shining
golden crowns
every holy revision
cosmic solar wind
generating awesome waves
revealing venerable truth

Part 10

time confessing
current messages
redressing fervent time
taking a bird's eye view
treasuring divine
measuring sacred space
calling out purity
echoing things
harmonic gleaming
pearls so ivory white
those images and drafts
seemingly my imagination
those angular
geometric shafts
seconds and degrees
lit by royal light
metalurgically alluding
to moil and magic
rafts of trumpeting swans
whoo whoo whooing
emanating sacred calls
relegating creation
strikingly majestic
imperially like eagles
such impressive
respective wing span
spanning guidance
gainfully progressing
universal soul
this irreversible thing
sensible sacred being
reverential as occupation
every spirit beneficial

Part 11

admit that
Godly place
so blessed
itself something
so Goddess time
expresses being
formal expression
god and goddess
Blessed Shiva
remain eternal
divinely refreshed
referred to in prayers
invoking infernal time
ultimately furnishing
life's living stage
final time
a universal goal

Part 12

divine seer
fiery sage
one
discernible gauge
all this life
stirring
those times
though through
long weeks
corrupting innocence
spilling blood
reticent months
mired deep
in deceptive mud
inceptive advantage
ruthlessly smeared
delivering both
foundless hope
with fateful hate
creation
abstract paintings
recite
searing poems
clearly
concurring
that dayspring
unfurling life

Part 13

recurrently
every dawning age
surely intonation
incurring zones
strokes so tempting
our wanton moans
paint living colour
intone empathetic time
spinning universal stages
speaking as conversation
recitation scooped
sacred hoops
from some
deep well
liquid as verse
instruct compassion  
deconstruct
physical sin
where is time
ultimately living
compulsively dwelling
amongst variables
balanced
by sacred tools
burning words
turning sacred pages
drawing blessed water
purity from a sacred well
time announcing
somewhere in between
eternal brilliant heaven
and timeless infernal hell

               * * *

 

it's trending strange
some of us
mentioning
remembering
past lives
even centuries
through millennia
every incarnation
so spirit strives
through inclination
time won't resist
keep on yearning
wanting to exist
needing exegesis
genesis with feeling
freedom to learn
who were you
when this world
first evolved
forever changing
involving me
novelty you
they and those
as good
mother earth
turns quantum clever
moody revolution
no ordinary life
chemistry with dissolution
we keep on trying
where were you
when Pompeii burned
what were you
when Spartacus died
our timeless resurrection
when time itself is born
this is the only way
through every incarnation
we invest to live
revelry while perfect
does regress
disheveled into elements
fragments of levels
when and how
we chose to live
how many times
we close our eyes
waking as they and those
a new born cries
wherever we chose
to live and die
reincarnation chose
being cleverly divine

              * * *

 

while I still
have flesh
on my bones
I want
to know
having blood
life transference
coursing through
constricting veins
while I still
have eyes
true light
to see
I need
to know
breathing air
general life
pumping existence
divinity invading
evolutionary lungs
while I still
have electrons
bounding around
renewed cellular matters
funicular grounding chatter
glued to lucid brain
I require intrepid
concentrated consciousness
reception's entropy
while I still
exist ascending
spiritual revolution
while I am
coherent evolution
flesh and blood and bone
so zone this
vibrational life
reverberates through time
echoing throughout space
while I still am
adherent expression
of who and what I can
considered impressions
of how
I'm human
just why
I am a man

               * * * 

 

it's not
impartial darkness
but fractal light
distracting me
it's not nothing
but practically everything
distractions creating me
what if
I never truly woke
forever fully asleep
so then
what could I feel
through it all
immediate time
adjoined by remedial space
what might I be
delightful or suffering
or is it
just like
night and day
indifference versus compassion
via love and hate
I do think
my perfectionist soul
would not stay
in such a barrage
of harried light
perhaps some
imperfect black hole
variant distilled remorselessness
carelessly even effortlessly
shall swallow me up
just like conditional
sensational darkness
consuming riveting rays
of choice inspirational light
as this world
turns always returning
each assuming day
into the very next
night after presumptive night
entreating curious texture
starry spectacular light
myriads of regal colour
such delirious structure
this creative art display
making us need to see
but what do we want
what does
darkness need
does dark night
require any light
then what is right
still life snuggled
within a struggling seed
death's eternal
reverential fight
everything wanting us
to forever change
entreating volatile light
isn't that strange
fickle darkness
marking some
ingrained place
where steady nothing
is just like silence
we readily know
something was said
echoing some deafening refrain
God's trusting contemplation
forming this and that
first common word
one profound sound
seeking some
future destination
isn't every universe
mainly void of light
isn't each retroverse
every crazy sun
just another blazing orb
yearning for realization
I don't know
what fervent light
would see
what deferential dark
might be
if reverential God
remained unreserved
yet reserving that
initial creative spark
but we
got sentient light
something undeserved
since creation
depends on sight
though insightful darkness
reserves godly right
to eventfully keep
raging suns burning
turning brave day
after each rave night
into something
we all
yearn for
even though
when we sleep
darkness can
be a stark friend
even letting one find
within one's mindful dreams
those yin sounds
of vying silence
resolving creation
that yang evolution
through unglued time
revolving around angled space
where unknown distraction
resolves enlightened absolution
absolute insightful darkness
beauty in that place
refined by mindful God
blinded by truthful light
defined by ruthless creation
still foolishly
we go and do
yet we are still
seeking grace
always unable to see
unfettered and free
that magnificent dark entity
almighty God's unseeable
divine creative face
God's unimaginable
divine wondrous place

            * * *

 

Charles Bukowski
tempted me
to cut open
all my poetry
Bukowski
Charles
swimming deep
in his deep sea
fathoms of bourbon bottles
those constant tidal sips
at times suicidal gulps
griping about human drips
imbibing alcoholic drops
less bucolic than bitter sweet
twitter words in rage-a-holic poems
sometimes homeless gritty
hitting on broken home
those ranting red flags
zones of abject tokens
anti-socially spoken
making me
sit exclamation mark upright
almost ready to bolt
or jump up to dance
even sometimes fly
what the steady hell
or is it chancy heaven
poets with their
relish and pickle poetry
embellished biscuits
sometimes void of savory
seasonally no salt
or reasonable leaven
making me
want to laugh
as well as truly cry
Jack Kerouac
remade me
doing something too
a decade long journey
then forty odd years
imagining modest zen
drunk Kerouac
taking off his monastic shoes
speaking from
between his plastic knees
while all I could do
where all I could see
are callous wasps and fallace bees
still stingers stinging
pollination at its best
my regeneration poetry
speaking about watering gardens
seeking irrigating words
mostly irritatingly rooted
locked in unmitigated war
verse clambering upward
then slipping downward
through hot hell
why can't every sky
be summer blue
why did Bukowski
rip open my flummoxed brain
how did intoxicated Kerouac
coax my optic words
to poetically burrow out
finding some vellum page
to frankly call home
if a speeding meteor struck
what would I
metaphorically write about then
maybe my destructive words
would learn to rhetorically drink
gallons of hard liquor
followed by volumes of dry wine
perhaps my crying poems
would be gallant
valiantly more
theirs and yours
even more elementary tears
more than those
raging rivers of mine
but as I vie
to crazily walk
visiting lazy alien streets
running with sharp scissors
anointed with vain poetry
more train wrecks
in my self-centred dreams
I relinquish help
but inquisitively wonder
if Bukowski and Kerouac
oddly or evenly
thought about
over or even under
thought about  
starlight or grieving thunder
I suppose
desolation peak
taught Jack K
a thing or two
I suppose they
those bums drinking
inside and outback
puking hapless words
into and out of
hopeless Bukowski's
liquored up mind
I can't help but know
I'm not being kind
but my angry poems
refuse to be
anything
but hangman blind
those jittery words
a knotted noose
tightening around
every oh and eh
which I scrawl and write
most will find
garbage and pollution
are those disturbing things
littering my gritty mind
I'm not a fit naked pole dancer
that lewd thought
of being nude on stage
makes me reel and cringe
if Bukowski would see me
he'd call me a wanna-be
like greenstick saplings
wanting to be leafy trees
so you wanna be a writer
what about gaudy and contrite
just another tawdry nobody
if Kerouac were alive
he'd call me unhinged
while my poetry calls me
a total car wreck
I somehow survived
if Leonard Cohen
were standing here
reading my stature
hallelujah
my very nature
might be readily unclear
still I steadily want to think
I'm some portion
of poetic creature
while my crusty poetry tells me
when with my tie dyed words
I must finally fall down
having tried unjustly
laughing and wanting to die
my psychedelic universe
will never be expanded
even considered or ever revived

                 * * *

 

those tendrils of love
I sometimes feel
sometimes felt
render me feeble
speechless in any event
why my emotions
leave me senseless
that avoidance action
defensive with deep feeling
leaving me twisting
reprehensible to even reeling
makes me truly wonder
why should I
open my heart
even could I
when love comes
even loudly knocking
only to tear me apart
maybe I need
to further dig into this
likely a deep hole
try to bury my fear
along with my rusty hoe
so perhaps I could stop
hilling things up
like some consistent
infested spent crop
stop allowing my being
to cower or cringe
at that providential crossroads
with love's deep feelings
revoking my residential confidence
stop thinking that cadence of words
keeping me unglued
stop thinking those sinking thoughts
making me feel like true love
can never will never be saved
let me climb out of that hole
where I buried sweet love
turgidly so very long ago
unlock that fervent trap door
to love's turbid enclave
resurrecting sweet love
letting me crawl out of love's grave

                   * * * 

 

smell that sweet
smoked moose hide
listen to mukluk silence
quaint frozen words
speaking cracking brown
spirit Weasel Woman
telling round stories
founding grounded stars
wisps of teasel legend
ancient willow nips
hand in hand with birch song
myth equipped for rising
from a sacred crackling fire
I hear that wracking drum
mons sweating slowly
ump ump ump ump ump
circling that sacred tree
Gitche Gumee dancing
watching prancing Caribou
trek slowly south from true north
skimming over undulating mounds
inculcating sound Mother Earth
allowing profound undertow
beneath canopies of truth
mystical snow falling
those mythic gentle crystals
frosting brother Wolf
surrounding winter Wolverine
white on black border
touching sister snow
caressing White Ermine
with that still
black-tipped tail
waving pageant poetry
along Winter's ice bound trail
wandering down wild river bank
hoar frost expelled
within that excellent Arctic breath
sneaking up on exceptional Ptarmigan
speaking alongside receptive Arctic Hare
such powerful sweet smoke
pawing next to antlered Moose
redeeming true life
redemption comforting People
deep dreams through igloo winter
those long cold imagined nights
Brown Weasel Woman
Borealis welcome dancing
Aurora perfect as she stands
dogsled good like ancestral snowy right
those starry celestial bright nights
whispering sweet smoke
wisps curling forever upwards
magnificently touching heaven
curled lips beneath furry nostrils
unfurled inside ice and snow caves
Brown Weasel Woman believing
that is how rival Old Man winter
tribally must insistently behave

 

 

                      * * *

 

craven mad hatters
other gutsy ghouls
stand applauding
storm troopers
action marching
parading down
numb city streets
those stomping boots
countless numbers
tromping through
crowded avenues
proud war
studiously bent
pestilent neo-nazis
occupying putsch halls
politicos dripping
with innocent blood
rationale forcefully spent
such international loathing
fashionably paints those
political stone walls
symbols of power
abhorrence once again
relishing visual harm
so residually profound
another individual round up
so fucking charming
disarming parties and masses
artfully considered less
than anything human
so things are alarming
grace is imprisoned
hate remains concentrated
mainly boundaries and camps
hence into brick gas chambers
those tricky buildings
rated as fabulous showers
once again
things are thick
this genetic farming
marking frenetic spots
where hot evil
permanently dwells
sparks lighting up those spots
merging crime with frightful murder
where unrepentant devils
those sentient fiends chortle
such a primitive guise rising
comprising mortal reticent evil
primal beyond anything
adamantly demented
rather than enlightened and deep
doctrine embodied
within another gaudy demon
those tawdry fascist portals
their man-made hell
touting grilled nazi verse
spilling tainted fascist semen
conversely stout
shouting immoral wickedness
such vain sinfulness
spouting so much
vile vicious words
those craven mad hatters
employing ghastly ghouls
shattering peace in our world
those chattering foolish hordes
deploying brutal war's tools               

                 * * *

 

what ghost is this
while we're dreaming
some conjuring
hearing voices
softly speaking
echoes of lost mysteries
imagining surety
that pageantry
of convoluted death
what daunting spirit
must surely exist
manifesting orbs
simply unrealistic
ethereal life
watch this magic
witness this world
spin and turn
while simmering light
invading grievous darkness
continues to glimmer
shimmer and recite
those tragic stories
that simply do persist
to pervade our lives
cascade through
our mystic dreams
those cryptic shadows
often accompanied
by mysterious sounds
we seem to hear
as night alludes
to our resounding fear
when we wake
those stirrings trickle
for fickle drama's sake
haunting phantoms
which take us
to supernatural realms
regard actual phantasms
where magical illusion
steers one's imagination
perhaps even to
a ghost ship helm
what if then
phantasmic dreams
allude to self
as we wander hapless
where spirits dwell
what if then
eerie spectres
consist of what
our realistic fear
afflictions of those
hair raising things
we might even see
as we walk alone
heart pounding
as we exhale
excited startled breath
glancing down
some dim hallway
unclear reflections
perhaps enigmatic death
gaudiness reflected
by a spectral ancestor's
mnemonic mirror

 

 

            * * *

 

all these
fallen angels
ripping out
human hearts
all those
fallen angels
tearing out
mortal souls
every storm in heaven
disrespectful craving
every rave in hell
never allows us
to be truly well
each brutal war
no one
could ever win
where lasting hatred
forever dwells
each fatal car crash
we were relationally in
where brutal pain
and ruthless harm
was all we felt
all that trying fire
vying deep inside
consuming dreams
hope dreamed
at desirous times
real life is never
what it really seems
as fallen angels
commit horrid crimes
happiness it seems
is nothing but
some glorious myth
love it seems
is nothing but
an inglorious rhyme
if life's laborious storm clouds
every truly clear
then there's something
cruelly abnormal
about what
we do and did
yet there's nothing
charmingly normal
about me
or you
all these
fallen angels
surrounding all
of us
all those
fallen angels
profoundly harassing
even raging
crazy throughout
every immoral age
maybe glorious God
just doesn't care
perhaps true heaven
is no longer there
if we should ever
finally learn
to love and fly
if God's fallen
ruthless angels
ever have enough
truthful courage
to make amends
maybe human fools
shall rediscover
perfect love
but all that
certainly depends
on all this
hurtfully resentful
hate and dread
we carry with us
in our very hearts
being verily buried
in our crowded heads
when we're fencing
with that proud devil
when we're trying
to save our souls
weather constant war
trying to forever cope
with monstrous evil
while demon angels
appallingly want
eternal loveless hate
crawling onto
every galling level
driving hope
casting depraved love
into painful holes
tearing rabid life
into painful bits
along with human us
making sure
we're never whole
when covetous Satan
tries to catch us
viciously bury us
on voracious battlefields
blood soaked avaricious
trenches of love and war
maybe some purity
will finally reach us
when ascended angels
auspiciously reappear
curatively teach us
openly more
maybe jammed love
can truly guide us
pure light opening
love's damned door

           * * *

 

love must be
weakness
love must be
wrong
all these
broken hearts
speaking
broken words
singing broken
songs
love is
mostly abject
love is
surely cruel
forever
bleeding me
always
bleeding you
what if
needy love
truly
seemed to care
what if
greedy love
always
truly dared
what then
my love
would we want
to share
my dearest
friend
what would
sweetness be
what fleeting
goodness
would we
find to do
what then
could love
ever be
what caring
should we
ever really do
gathering up
what's left
of love
with all
its shattered
pieces
place all
those
scattered shards
seal them
into fractured jars
bury all
that hurtful lot
deep
in consecrated ground
if love
completely
disappeared
who would
ever notice
if we
weren't born
with true emotions
forlorn and tears
surely love
could forever
leave us
perhaps
wretched darkness
will let love
finally rest
maybe attest
to blessed earth
perhaps
when some future
loving someone
uncovers love's
lasting stains
discover
with that
broken
our crushing
forever pain
forgiveness
might be
found
maybe one
altruistic day
understanding
will finally
be revealed
then finally
come around
admit compassion
isn't just
some word
that is
insane
while some
true passion
altogether excavate
selfless love
those bloodied remains
above and beyond
all our weak
and cruel
loveless painful hate

           * * *

 

so this is where we live
where rivers run with blood
this is where we've gone
from where megaliths
once boldly stood
when sunset finally ends
that last ray of blessed light
disappearing from our lives
we'll realize we weren't right
maybe as oceans forever rise
flooding each and every shore
our clever dreams
will no longer
be severely faulty
or unrepentantly disguised
as each brilliant star goes out
signaling more universal cries
you know incorruptible God
has once again ruptured
letting all his demons out
knowing we have failed
creating our own dire hell
those dogs of total war
are running completely loose
chaos is what we see
eternal danger is what we smell
no matter now infernally hard
we all might pray
no matter what
we now might ultimately choose
everything we thought we knew
is wrought and done now
everything we bought and know
will soon be gone now
somehow God will keep
his universe separate
from what we think and do
somehow out there
there still should be
God's blessed sacred cow
when all your skin
simply sloughs away
when your disbelieving eyes
go completely dim
what a sight it will be
as we all writhe and scream
careening into mythical grim
conclusively falling over
permanent hell's delicious rim
into that malicious scene
where destructive fire
justifiably completes us
terminating once and for all
our historic gall
and inceptive cheat
surrounded with our careless sin
because of what
we've deceptively done
because of where
we've always been

             * * *

 

so you tossed your life
into some deep pit
you carelessly flew
into a raging wildfire
so what about
that deep pain
your broken heart feels
those ragged rocks
your nagging soul hit
maybe jumping off
love's precipitous cliff
was a mistake after all
maybe that slump and rift
we tripped and stumbled on
was some great warning
if only at that time
our eyes had been open
before all that irreverent harm
ripped our hearts out
chewed up your soul
shackled you with wrong
while our universe
ferociously screamed alarm
at first we thought
it all was charming
but now you know
those loving things
you wanted to say
but somehow couldn't
those desperate things
you needed to do
but simply wouldn't
perhaps our words
overtly washed away
with those terrifying rip tides
constantly dragging us under
so much remorseless treachery
based in that wretched undertow
all that coarse rock and sand
eroding endless grooves
scarring your floundering soul
perhaps that tragic day
when your broken body
washed up stranded
on another distant shore
if I could have survived
we would have realized
that love and life
should have given us
something true and more
maybe if we
would have had
a little more time
even if just
one more day
my undying love
would have proved
what true love
would have had
to honestly do
and truly say
beyond bereft
and our dying day

            * * *

 Haiku for the World

so much fire inside
have you ever felt such fear
that you might just die

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was must always be
omnisonic vibration
tuning into life

----------------------

insanity rules
we drink our cups of poison
cruel love aspires too

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           * * *

 

as I travel
forever deeper
adventure really
into Divinity's hidden
even forbidden
House of the World
Domus Mundi
celestial sparks
bright white
cosmic tendrils
light enraptures me
something right
truly rapture I see
I heard a knock
at my closed door
I was openly surprised
it was mostly you
speaking my name
wrapping your ghost arms
around my invested soul
spirit capturing me
you've been dead now
for a dozen years
but there you were
smiling and laughing
through a flood of tears
beyond washing away
so much gaunt sorrow
revealing daunting forever
what comes tomorrow
my open eyes
just could not see
your shimmering
electric face
through those sparks
an aura with tendrils
from that Holy place
what dream is this
from what cosmic space
God grants us Heaven
on our timeless race
opens that shining door
to the House of the World
with such loving grace
I forgive you he said
I forgive you too
was my burnished reply
so God forgives us
I said with a sigh
yes God does forgive us
for those trying sins
we've carelessly done
he spoke about bliss
without closing his eyes
my friend don't forget this
there's light in forgiveness
there's Divine in that mystery
transcendence and Holiness
when everything dies

              * * *

                                           Haiku Monday

 

 

their geometry
just doesn't make sense to me
things just don't add up

----------------------

life is suffering
there is always so much pain
before each ending

-----------------------

in this time of war
always remember one thing
true peace opens doors

 

-----------------------

 

all this sadness
birds sing about now
such sorrowful
melancholy tones
wond'ring just why
even just how
how could this be
sun still shines
but not with gladness
its rays are torment now
can you hear that moaning
each desperate morning
a separate sigh
even just how
could all this sadness be
maybe this world
has lied to us
pretending to be
something it never was
contending to something
it can never truly be
I hear God laughing
pointing an electric finger
another cosmic thunderbolt
striking eclectic mother earth
measuring every wretched sea
why are we so distressed
maybe it's this whole bloody mess
those cruddy things we've done
letting so many birds
disappear and slip away
species gone forever
no sweet bird song
on the coming day
what if the sun gave up
deciding it had had enough
what if the moon
suddenly departed
what would we think
what then would we see
when crushing darkness started
maybe fish want to tell us something
maybe the moon lost its courage
maybe then we'll truly realize
maybe God too is disparaged
it's too late to wake up
trying to make something
other than what else up
it's too late for us
wounds are apparent
our planet is bleeding
birds have stopped singing
things earth is needing
in our needy dreams
we are reeling
what do you imagine
sad birds are feeling
maybe the sea knows
maybe trees know
something about real truth
once bees are all gone
we'll see that giant
ruthless hole in our roof
sadly God won't help us
disappearing birds are proof
trees aren't surprised
by this new age doom
oceans themselves
now know
nothing but gloom

             * * *

 

our ruminating minds
enjoying linear
that intrinsic
employing lines
a geometric grind
some inner kind
though naturally
actually egocentric
but not completely blind
our diametric beings
investing in cubes
yet scribing circles
still we rely
on revolving
on spinning rectangles
what about evolving
ancient woman/man
lying by a roasting fire
chewing bits of this
that fresh bloody zebra
hunters vying for flesh
high caloric
that central part of umbra
everyone cloaked
in furry animal attire
always in and out
no cave door
those prehistoric
hallowed cave lives
stories about meandering
clans to tribes
Neanderthal intuition
constitutional wandering
that nomadic tradition
traditional angles
restitution pandering
more than romantic arcs
sometimes stark mind
that human ark condition
creating looming triangles
groomed objects
become objectives
kayaks carved by ulu
sometimes seasonal
grazing into starving
becomes earthy
stalwart art
tipis drug by dogsled
sometimes muggled words
there's always that
walrus tusk part
becoming hopeless
those musk ox
even ivory dreams
once so savory
is all we've got
circles into boxes
or so it seems
storied hand prints
laborious imprints
on stony Uluru
enchanted moans
glorious chants
from that ancient centre
taking a sacred stance
painting earth tones
living eccentric songlines
scribing sentient zones
so are we more
than wandering artists
justly squarely set
as geometric minds
or is this hectic
daily terror
a being question
are we more
than some
questionable error
harried into nothing
that is all
perhaps we are
some crazy tiger fare
yet this current faze
our human session
being thought creation
perhaps wrought intuition
or merely imagination
so unsurely
who we are
why does
my third eye
see that
feathered bird half
a cellular measure
of who we are
one first thought
simple human desire
too second thought
our tired being
sometimes viewed
as too screwed up
population so disassembled
resembling cursed
yet truly thankful
when reassembled
submersed in duly being
just rehearsing alive
sometimes subscribing
trying cursive
in kind thinking
too something
as mind derives
yet something intuition
computing both
truth and lies
institutional moods
that human kind
gladly finding spirit
purely existential lives
sometimes residential
still sadly thinking
surely tap and die
soundly tinkering
with new found threads
roundly living squarely
within verily
we truly find
some grand design
every vying thinking kind
sometimes emotional and crying
sometimes stinking and irrational
sometimes actually very bad
still humanly mad about
our illuminating
anthropomorphic mind

              * * *

 

must I try
must I see
when so much love
is so well loved
by both
you and me
Diotima said it best
as Socrates prayed
for blessed rest
while Phaedrus
talked and walked alone
about seeing heaven
about finding home

         * * * 

 

what a show
all these ears
so many eyes
those tainted lips
such ghastly cries
revolting measures
bravery and dread
severed heads
bloodied hair
so many
vibrant highs
rich icing
if you dare
too many
stagnant lows
still all those
lost wand'ring souls
who would
ever care
bandura and balalaika beats
reverb time through space
meteoric missile flairs
cultural introspective comedy
skeletons of prehistoric bones
anomalies in cave bear lairs
permafrost encasing mastodons
collective covert ideas
herbivores eating carnivores
omnivores dining with political ideals
more ridiculed instigation
all those psilocybin trips
all those revolutionary poetry slips
psychedelia and more
stark psychic me
rooted beside
some war torn
cratered country road
a vodka battle later
where I found
a worn out penny
impound that foreign coin
slight in my scornful slot
rightly that core piece
of pounded copper
a scorned penny
assault and battery
is all
we ever got
round and round
emulating dulcet drowning
glorious revolutionary story
history book fashion
war makes me
constitute nefarious passion
peace escapes us
even though
that insurgent music
vibrates through us
urgent love teaches
constant revolving war
confrontation's ultimate clashes
involves proving compassion
rashly mutating godly love
generating mindless glory
wielding an iron fist
emulating an armoured glove
mitigating stodgy war
such imbecilic ruthlessness
oddly imitating truthfulness
riveting raw tribulation
revering despot law
delivered in human
horrific fashion

           * * *

 

how harsh
will winter be
sowing ice and snow
harbouring growing hunger
what starvation knows
carving insipid nightmares
never just icicle tears
whatever will
fear and darkness bring
that summer smile
you mostly wear
so you don't seem
so fragile
agile and slippery
even sometimes
december blue
as glacial ice
you don't easily
frighten or scare
I have no blood
halloween thickening
my thin ghoul soup
truly summer's over
what a ghastly try
flaming drying fling
now it's mostly
falling leaves
thrown down
by unseen ghosts
blown around
crowning october fires
this other eerie thing
hurricane autumn
one more boastful
weary blue moon
toasting this
hurricane stew
til old man winter
once again
gaunt and undaunted
after all this
autumn haunting
hounds of hell
pounding on
my wanting door
winter with its
flaunted taunting
such cruel defiance
lack of sunny
even fractioned warmth
as I tactfully lay
my fool head down
to actually sleep
those frigid winter nights
frosting my rigid brow
such dark and cold
yet there may be
some stark respite
despite harsh blizzards
creating drifts
so very deep
while I think
abating rifts
try to connotate
dreams of spring
fresh leafy life
sprouting new hope
revealing lighter
brighter things
what winter said
with its hysteric
insistent drifts
occasional mystery chinooks
those historic sighs
like something
out of story books
if we should
simply bundle up
so we could cope
over long months
enduring frozen weeks
surely that downward slope
scoping out
winter's bitter dread
commanding wishful hope
sublimely arctic
demanding frost
dressed with resolute guise
addressing winter's steely
icy eyes
hibernal realized
muttering and pounding
at my shuttered door
frozen sounding
lonely days and nights
sometimes thin soup
mashed sardines
on dry toast
unabashedly placed
on crusted plates
featuring bread
eat and ate
bits of insect creatures
cupboard litter
on frittered cakes
void of garden salad
nearly naked matters
verily slathered
with madman oil
rather than sour vinegar
distilling old man winter
those chilly days
into gelid nights
heaped and mixed
beneath those
cosmic starry lights
feisty osmotic cold
boldly meeting
carnal winter dreams
such a gasping greeting
grasping snow laden hinterland
with hope's vernal stead
as raving winter tests
every aging lonely heart
it's hard to dream
sweet love as summer
while stern winter
seldom rests
at least that
is what
it always seems
for all those
isolated raging hearts
crazed shoveling
unfazed winter blowing
heaps of snow
into chosen mounds
beside stormy drifts
piled high
winter's frozen gift
residing outside
beguiled winter
it always seems
insulated and tried
inside those
hoar frost dreams

          * * *

 

looking back
I thought
I saw myself
just a young man
selfish thinking
life in a cloud
still standing still
outside a golden temple
just a plume of smoke
atop that sacred
rocky slope
some heady time
slick granite
way back
then readily
I dared
to even do
so wisdom
even can
retrieve those
leavened
uneven months
oddly in and out
of reverential years
sometimes talking backwards
even when I walked
trekking backwoods
yet somehow
forward
up steep
rugged hills
one single man
mushing
leaving dog tracks
exploring reckless
rapids through canyons
I was
water
I am
truly rushing
ascending ethereal
mountains
drinking
cosmic purity
let's say
salvation
from deep
cold wells
way back
when
merely that certain
religious spark
some vibrant source
but now then
of course endings
stricken by should
those should haves
life and things
seldom clear
those mystic dreams
some faith
rendering
feeling
like unknowable
I could be
being someone
existence sometimes
seems veiled
what age brings
ear ringing
reflection and echoes
towering resistance
insistence coming
wisely ever
forever nearer
grieving sometimes
even invective ends
looking back
recalling special
background songs
all those other
blessed things
even gleaming
diamonds and emeralds
shining wild rivers
shimmering idyllic streams
reveling and shivering
quickened by those
slick quick dreams
picking perfect
stones and rocks
respected geometric
ideologic crests
intermittently
treasured elements
sometimes clustered
fortunes of ruby rings
check out fortunate
those masters of wealth
if each watery end
each forged incarnation
were a healthy thing
would storied lies
could beastly stealth
ever be trusted
what about love
devotion's special songs
emotional prayers
desperation into poems
intimate mathematics
ultimately light years
of measured memories
what if we discover
there is no pleasure
contented life
in righteous cemeteries
only pious bones
under ancient stone
mostly cold
often forgotten
why should life
drone on and on
carry on
maybe
as eternal thought
notwithstanding
so misbegotten
infernal living
existential
crazy time
lazily balancing
on life
a razor edge
so don't
any time
remind me
my reformed mind
part time
informally at least
I'm still
what I see
peaceful wandering
pondering beginning
some treatise path
wandering warily
east
to somewhere
recovered from afar
beyond far
but verily
behind me
I'm rediscovering
seasonal endings
autumn calling
winter beckoning
reasonably reckoning
I might
in some way
rightly see
infinite beginnings
beyond finishing
cosmic endings
practice tantric
like a coiled snake
all those electric
new eclectic days
I'll reverently take
every blue moon
reach out
to each starry sky
greetings from Milarepa
reaching hope
meeting sunny rays
resolving night
involving time
lightning in between
sunrise after sunset
those revolving
insolvent dreams
even whipped cream
forever wild honey
always truthful lust
hopeful that  
every just journey
each sweet space
even partially recovered
reflecting that other
artful time
well spent
when measured
should be's
energy that is
always treasured
maybe even
love showed up
molding azure hearts
held by anxious
curious hands
maybe even
explicit parts
bold dreams
so ethereal
comes true
wouldn't life then
be divine
ultimately grand
all those
majestic beginnings
if those
pathetic endings
would be glorious
respecting us
everything and all
universal love
conversely reconnecting
verse and composition
delivered by one voice
with all life's mystery
free choice
never regretting
begetting eternal love
that universal goal
spiritually feeding
neverending
navigation
captivating
spirit need and spiritual deed
our wand'ring souls
I can't help
looking back
but see
enraptured you
and drowning me

            * * *

 

so welcome home
here's this grave
step down
or fall
into it
dead or alive
whatever calling
God chooses
either way
if we
remain standing
midst disdain
graveside arrangement
there's arraignment
maybe
your will
still upright
lowering me
into that grounding
knowing down
so profoundly deep
into restful
soulful mother earth
if we erupt
perhaps collide
somewhere
beyond this
sacred mother
outside her
incremental berth
maybe on
some
busy
numbered street
or some remote
unemcumbered
fetal track
maybe then
we'll find
we ably defy
tides and gravity
defining dying
such trying essence
refining life
designation
designed with divinity
existential light
all things rely
on purity
we can't deny
insight
so welcome home
if we should
get under
intrusive skin
faithfully crawl
beyond this human  
determinedly burrow
beneath this
grave we're in
clearly understand
our deepest selves
merely together
we should fly
integral measures
this integrated world
surely mother earth
could finally end
fall in on herself
collapse as one
fall into our sun
prolapse too
into that noble
deepest grave
land fully alive
opening
receptive eyes
with open arms
accepting soul
inception together
we couldn't
fail or fall
resign ourselves
conceptualize
another real life
exceptional charms
commending us
sending us
insightfully
to our stately home
wrapped up
in loving arms
adorned with prayer flags
aptly shrouded
by ingenious life
sacred rhythm
and cosmic rhymes
perhaps too
once we are angels
we still might fall
hence demons
forever answering
harsh demonic calls
such infernal pretense
firmly welded
onto abominable
gates of hell
but we are
just guinea pigs
trying to find
an honest way home
dryly discovering
we are liquid
ethereal vapour
evaporation after condensation
disappeared
but not forgotten
energy from sacred light
an invitation for recovery
what has been
misplacing things
seemingly lost
begotten energy
synergy of blessed day
out of synergistic
creative night
this majestic
soul essence
essential spirit
what seance seeks
celestial voice
elementals
celebrating
going home
one joyous choice
as masters speak
as souls rejoice
this graveside peak

            * * *

 

several things
these fingers
these hands
it's all about
movement
if nothing
ever moved
what static brings
wasps
without
legs and wings
or stingers
that legendary venom
ingrained fear
what about
reference to that
land and sea
or would all
understanding
simply disappear
without movement
vibration
is creation
proving thought
into reality
that doing relation
between being present
and being solvent
seeing through
these human eyes
believing
dexterity
fingers and hands
making things
one condition
conditional light
elemental movement
making things right

           * * *

 

oh fuck
this crippling
struggle
most of us
unluckily
are in
dodging bullets
ducking bombs
what tragic
muck
struggling upstream
this new world
refining hurricanes
wicked surges
danger referral  
crazy codes
insurgency
emergent
viral strains
it's stodgy
survival's urgent mode
what chew gets
being swallowed up
all those psalms
perhaps divine
all our prayers
even hallowed
leaving most of us
in wretched hell
praying for something
to make us rich
watching thee
pray for something
viewing thine
without a cruel catch
to make life easier
praying for something
we'll never get
burn up bits of paper
scraps of hopeful
samples scrawled
want and wanting  
those ample brands
overlapped by wishes
bounded by impossible
desperate
impassable walls
some seek to choose
esoteric golden temples
disparates bleakly choose
self-immolation
some must cruise
navigating trusted life
others just consume
incinerate
with hate and rage
stages of each
self-destructive
blast furnace
then there is love
raped and lying naked
struggling
strafed and bombarded
by hysteric hate
dissatisfied and convulsing
what ghoulish takes
heartlessly bleeding
broken foolish hearts
heedful minds are baked
sun bleached and ingressive
recessive beseeching
into depressive sulking
what if something
oh fuck
raging currents
concurrent
with this struggle
we're out of luck
so it seems
unfortunate
doom is skulking
what excellent
contextual dreams
we're leaving
so many bereaved
such deep sadness
where in hell
dwell love and gladness
should we
close our eyes
give up hope
life's sweet everything
should we
decide to embrace
despondent life
live with sadness
take one last breath
lay down and die
God only knows
divinity chastens
should we let this
hastened world go
one final release
exit this
discouraging place
next context
such reeling madness
so desperation grows
short of love
aborting happiness
this current generation
senses heaven weeping
our world is occupied
by senseless degeneration
by overwhelming sadness
yet no one
truly knows
where to run
or where to hide
what to do
we're raging
crazed
we're stuck
cornered
by all this
fucking struggle
all these new
existential
fucking AI dreams
all our relational
fucking nightmares
boiling and bubbling
seems like
double trouble
seems like
hardly anyone
really cares to dare
all those
rich and powerful
stuck and hiding
mucked up
opulent prisoners
surrounded
by artificial
their golden temples
resounding with contempt
soundly confined by
their messed up trouble
fucking despot bubbles
burst by enlightenment
truly something risky
something truly
heaven sent

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oh my
desperation
feeling
praying
kneeling
God so
help me
breathe to dare
having faith
keep what
may come
beyond contemplation
if only
could life
should be
some simple thing
but scarcely then
where would
inspiration live
my exasperation
I stay desperate
mindfully primate
God so
help me
I want to care
prayers of faith
needs enough
dreaming to dare
as to destination
seeing
praying
reeling
God so
help me
so being
cradling divine soul
creatively instilled
distilled as primal man
extensions of
lasting rifts
cast as shifting
space and time
between those
spiritually gifted
guru hands

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