such vast ocean
we're navigating
maybe one day
we'll discover
some new land
perhaps we'll drown
which might be
most profound
suddenly stars
kiss a wanting sun
mysterious earth
becomes oddly even
more saintly and strange
if we don't know
how to truly feel
when a faintly jaded moon
bears a necklace of pearls
light wearing an earthly eclipse
a girth of splendid rings
around a radioactive sun
sacredness must be at play
what goodness could be real
what might we newly feel
if we are truly meant
to prosper and grow
bent on performing
trying to be perfect
while we respectfully invent
sentient manifestation
maybe veritable God
invariably can't let us be
what if thou and thee
we're absolutely free
meritoriously choose
sort mortal seeds
always resorting
to cultivating and sowing
something more thrilling
still free to love
you and me
just to be free
free to feel love
music and harmony
altruistically finding us
why entertain hatred
cavort with greed
just want to be
free to live
we could
freely choose
compassion and joy
free to be
choose girl or boy
still some sacred tree
naturally adoring
freedom and blessed life
reflect on shimmering leaves
trim sheaves of glimmering light
vanquish callous frowns
suddenly always flowers
glorious gardens appear
forever remembering
remolding ancient Eden
revering a sentient moon
mystics bearing herbs and blooms
wearing one of heaven's
trusted glory crowns
I must somehow yield
shield my trusting eyes
my feeling soul
don't get burned
won't God make us
swallow more bitter pills
no matter if we fallow
how we orbit
who or what
sometimes life
revolves as scattered
still we must follow
if we can be truly full
never ruled by shattered
admitting too
what truly matters
surely mysterious and cold
brother moon
isn't tainted or hollow
perhaps saintly universe
will help us see
freely understand
we can live
truly experience
endless joy
receive miraculous love
even if we
can't ever
seem to be free
if we're clever
in worldly endeavours
our final destination
whatever that measure
we might
eventually be
we need
to be clear
really open
disillusioned eyes
resolutely seek
sacred vision
bravely manifest
to freely be and truly see
for our soul's sake
sacred healing love
what we want
all that magnificent healing
we sincerely need
so much love
such heaven and glory
we can't fake
universal holy seed
sowing and cultivating
reject demon modification
while we're still breathing
existing while still alive
fulfilled by existence
persistently crawling on
perhaps divinely
woven straw and sharpened claws
have timelessly marked
this resistant planet
insistently sacred calls
this living place
where humans
propagate as being
we humans
opportunistically congregating
just to see
mystical stardust
marvel at twin tailed comets
applaud every total eclipse
wishing for more real magic
really though
sometimes tragically
even with a caring tongue
even with two ready lips
staring out with open eyes
nothing can be helped
life can be daunting
thoughts are even tragic
be joyful that
those things we long for
longing for exceptional
romantic love
sacred hope
if haunted hearts
aren't completely broken
if incomplete souls
can reach radiance
even more
shine on
reverence with respect
soul contracts
intact offerings
special factual tokens
perhaps some contractual impact
with tenderness being spoken
wondrous wishful thinking
will softly carry us over
this vast and costly ocean
but we're mostly adrift
on this drastically cold sea
where precious lives
always seem to be
swirling recklessly about
mocked by rips
blocked with violence and sudden roars
talk about shock  
with every changing tide
if only we could
be imaginatively certain
taking genuine stock
find some holy road
follow a gentle stream
we could walk on
discover ready wealth
gain steady insight
something easy to navigate
what if I could
just part the sea
lead goodness over
set one foot forward
on bountiful new land
manna bearing sacred dreams
dreams of countless wonders
reckon untainted ocean beaches
surely countless seas
articulate some kindly humming
boast crystals of shining gems
ringing sounds of hope
abounding on those
holy ocean reaches
reveal nature's magical bounds
commence with poems and psalms
real words that won't be foundless
chant calming sound
a perfect balmy place
purity where good water is a cure
surely introspective incantations
reflect perfect love
forever something
internal and magical
eternal and mystical
journey to that sacred land
where love speaks softly
cradled by intriguing mantra
seeking that holy place
where tantric happiness
remains wholly secure
where faith and courage
gains sweet life
healing milk and honey
something that is real
something that is sure
something we securely feel

                * * *

 

stick my fork
deep into ground
how many worms
will I ever find
how many broken promises
could I unearth
what lies will I have found
shove hours of stipulated work
deep in eroded tunnels and caves
what might corroded time rebirth
rakish works of rare fiction
slated prayers that seem profound
what dilated terms
will finally resurface
could inflated segments
those ill begotten remnants
ever be good or kind
reactivate my failing mind
regale and shower me
with cosmic affiliation
what if resilient Annelida
osmotically revealed
some universal station
perhaps creative worms I find
will reveal integral sound
portions of my segmented soul
lies and broken promises
tragically concealing
that disproportionate find
what if composted ground
buries all my latent fears
what if turgid tears washed deeper
recovering completely
scores of gripping love songs
recitations of fulfilling poems
bibles of rectified words
written beside creek beds and streams
bidden with dream filled tears
blow insipid life
into some other cryptic realm
would those worms I found
tunnel through time
retrieve my work and feeling fork
what about those steely prongs
what about resuming rhythm
joined by crooning rhyme
lies and broken promises
surely can't fix conflicting wrongs
I tried bending over backwards
I had unending awkward thoughts
plowing through amending storms
I've been free falling
residually moiling
beside every encrypted pledge
trying to recover foiled love
meanwhile my tuning fork
exposes attuning galaxies of sorry
what if nonfiction arrived
dredging up another faction of deceit
reciting contractions of insatiable fury
should factions of actual worms
rule our judgemental lives
or are instrumental dreams
simply guided by grounding time
caught up with broken promises
fraught with lies and disdainful furry
segmented worms and digging forks
simply interpolating mounds of grime

                      * * *

 

there are fires now
where there used to be
untiring admonishing crucifixion
sentences of expiration
venting political direction
high up on
gravestone Gethsemane
staring down enraged
engaged on that cruddy knob
ruddy visions of blood and pity
sand and limestone gravel
cemented into closed
tall stone walls
such an imposing city
surrounded by appalling
immense gall and loathsome
so much doom took place
leaving mere remnants
manna and what used to be
when ailing earth speaks
involving dissolution
atop divine peaks
cradling refined life
beneath deep sea
seeking resolution
availing absolution
journey into truth
revealing self and sin
what if humans weren't
proven two legged
mental upright freaks
some gentle servile
a judgemental dreaming thing
agile mental ability
making fragile life
infantile and uncertain
just one fatal act
leading to another
or so it often seems
raising a commanding curtain
demanding nature's other facts
exposure we had better see
even in Gethsemane's firelight
crucifying nature is spiritually wrong
divine nature cannot simply right
stature and planetary destruction
all our insanity
selfish human acts
only God and evolution
being swept up
conceptual things
with this current
almighty vision
always creating
some universal solution
those convoluted human things
come to blind us
remember those
spiritual things
love in our hearts
souls blessed
driven with spiritual insight
still there rises
regent Gethsemane
adorned with singular ideals
addressing golden Caesar
behold those old angular idols
toasting fiery remedies
something crucifixion
constitutional vengeance
reveals with its reviled desire
take depressing designation
turn depressed expression into love
rejoice fulfilled
embrace joyful inspiration
Gethsemane created surreal hordes
ethereal crowds of moaning ghosts
talk about spears and swords
honed words of absolution
digress with formal disgrace
stormy oppression as crucifixion
all that being almighty sees
repressed images revealed
Holy Ghost in sacred shrouds
hovering as mist and clouds
midst groves of singing sacred trees
somewhere between
unassuming heaven
and fiery Gethsemane

               * * *

 

deep diving
against ripping current
how deep can I go
pulling hard
such awesome
gripping flow
neutralize that
what do I trade
things I need
queen of spades
what is said and more  
another game to know
this is sleep depriving
probably a losing hand
where one
can or can't
possibly gain control
I'm like a misplaced mole
not that one tracking and tracing
racing to dig deep tunnels
burrowing through
soft organic ground
chewing through sediment
segments of worm to worm
but that other one
corrupting clear skin
like something
delivered by a jury sun
sure corruption
never really fun
blemishes pealing skin
this feeling hide
we're stuck in
muck and dig down
expose my reeling heart
suck up congealed matter
what if I can't breathe
deep diving
oxygen deprived
like some
screwed up
mad hatter
inhaling mythology
sniffing toxic glue
what about those things
riffs I thought
I believed
perhaps delegating faith
delicate has run out
a rebel lungful
short of relevant air
what if I suddenly realize
serialize for some rash reason
whether I sink or swim
episodes of I don't really care
maybe surfacing
out of necessity
reversing breast strokes
best spoken things
tokens of conversely
just some energetic
poetic verse and whim
realize vigour
can be reciprocity
exchanging words
bonding with other
strange molecules
triathlons in that hurried mix
fathoms of blurred necessity
compounded by entering
confounding heart ventricles
reliance on some gaseous fix
if I reach rock bottom
perhaps blue blood
mix faith with deep diving
resurface because of things
I've somehow forgotten
still I'm adrift
drifting on
some unfathomable sea
maybe I'll reach out
readily study
moon and stars
search for slip stream tides
ride with sacred things
I've rehearsed things
tossed them away
traversing things
I thought
sort of soft
rotten and misbegotten
maybe if I dive deep
sound deep enough
find lost treasure
just madly being
has freely begotten
sad and real love
in some true measure
try to keep
my eyes open
perhaps then
I will
get some sleep
dream about
being free
maybe then
forgiving God
will let me be

          * * *

 

why did you
ever come back
after being dead
just to haunt me
revise another dry chapter
where lonesome guy
walks his daily gauntlet
writes war poems
imagines trying
vying to recapture
just where I
lay my talking head
dream what wild roses
did to you
just come back
find your way back
through sharp thorns
mind those tangled brambles
call on crawling me
simply to grasp
take firm hold
my trembling hands
lift me up
because I have fallen
lead me gasping
escape to heaven
or do you want
to drive a cruel stake
pierce right through
my bleeding heart
watch me slowly dying
catch me starkly provisioned
at times I still wake up crying
I'm pleading with your sense
smelling your favourite incense
if only there could be
some prized revision
revise your ghostly sight
improvise and lead me
your mystic vision
journey through
death's cryptic night
deceptively unabashed
zipping off
tripping and uncaring
into ghastly hell
rap out
hard knocks
tapping on
mister devil's infernal door
masterfully claiming
lightning and cosmic glimmering
trim curtains lifting
I certainly see
dangling draperies
braided red rope
I'm trying to cope
seeing your apocalyptic
dress of satin
bleeding off of
shimmering you
stand bodily on
so boldly captivating
solidly hovering over
that demon underworld stage
can middle earth ever recover
I see you crying
I hear you moaning
we're still in rapture
yet I'm denying
all your manifest angst
sometimes I wish
this daunting dream
would be over
I'm haunted
I'm feeling
manically unraveled
groveling in muddy gravel
unraveled by your lasting hurt
still I can't help
dearly want to dispel
befuddled I'm sensing
your flaming soul and rage
what if love and reality
never ever ring true
would we still
remain imprisoned
shamed and shackled
just enduring life
within some juried compound
a heartbreaking cage
maybe recurring you
your shimmering spectre
does come back
needing to want me
knowing where we stood
that very same place
we could have been
breathing together
loving and living
rapt with joy and giving
now we're missing
love's passionate moods
all love's dizzying kissing
touch and love we enjoyed
but now it's ghastly
where love and compassion
failed and broke down
confessed rights and wrongs
left a restive reflection
perhaps an invitation
your hovering ghost
cleverly showing up
relentless but wistful
mystically staring out
remarkably a quivering being
ghostly quavering images
harkening to savoury
remarking on what is
that old haunted
silver backed mirror
I surely comprehend you
your cursory image
bent and moaning
you need to say
delay all hope
you want to stay
relay all fear
crazy tears for those
amazed by spectral sound
a crest of reverberation
consider golden buzzer singing
a racket banging tin
deep ringing within
unnerving human ears
who could ever bear
those ghostly sounds
serving clairvoyance
voiceless words
I'm physically hearing
psychically knowing
what special order
life could have been
if you would have
stayed beside me
lived inside me
continued breathing
loving romp and play
who knows
what we could
have been
if you would
have somehow lived
forever with me
instead tragedy
came to own me
oh so silently
desperately surrendering
instead of magically
living on defiantly
still so quiescently
begin with death
love's spirit abandoned us
quintessential pilgrimage
I'm not invincible
I'm simply bereft
left soulfully broken
sadly I'm done
you left me
with your ghostly image
phantom mist encountering
a crown of ball lightning
accountable under twinkling stars
some holy ghost miracle
eclipsed by that crazy mystic moon
repentance under a tantric sun
you and frantic life
could have been
perhaps your ghostliness still can
because you entrance me
but you seem closed
in death so far away
I wish I could
dance with you
hold you in my aching arms
suddenly speaking and music stopped
why wouldn't you want to stay
what about love and charms
your beautiful eyes
your perfect being
passing silently away
now you are witness
your ghost has come
to watch me
try to live
to watch me
try not to die
you still want me
watch me
while I try to play
you still need me
what you feel and think
you're ghost still asks me
to hear all you have to say

                * * *

 

I dreamed about love
love sleeping beside me
I wondered about love
what blissful dream
could love be having
what if love woke
deep inside me
what if love spoke
words that needed saying
I'm terrified about love
dreaming about love
abandoning me
thinking love can't
ever forgive me
maybe love was right
knowing we would
never get enough
maybe in love's brilliant sight
we'd wake up to find
that love dreams too
love with all its aches and pain
love with all its fears and dread
things about love we regret
forever haunting us
love speaks about our lives
love's relation is very full
even those bleak stories
sharing ghosts and morning glories
words all about  
those human things
wicked love has said
all those wicked things
love in its wicked way
always brings those things
that always stay
in our wicked hearts
and wicked heads

             * * *

 

even when
your soup is thin
love can feed us
hopefully something
vegetables and rice
a phenomenal onion
a nominal piece of beast
oh how can this
mucked up world
rearrange shear beauty
change to horrid ugliness
life rockets by
so comically fast
like brokenhearted Ophelia
speed drowning
quickly breathing in
all her liquid sorrow
prose without sick or warning
suicidal clouds rushed in
pushing away glory
shoving hope
into dark lonely corners
there might have been
innocence weeping and ignorance mourning
witness to those desperate dreams
even with horror arriving
delivering mindless desperation
choreography of physical pain
making what kind was
once beauty and divine
some culinary mistake
funnily mixed
fixed into something
devils relaxed and feasting
while spicy saints and herbal sages
pure vision with clear natural sight
go blind with revelation's fury
fight and fright into devil madness
suddenly that stewed up world
reflects a horrible moral story
something only nightmares
dejected beings imagine
providential subjects become
monsters in those storms
forgetting what they were
once upon a time
innocent children
happily remembering
how to play
feelings of security
 play was so much fun
hoping for tomorrow
friends basking in warm sun
yet somehow a mortal task
wretched blood and striking torment
hurt incessantly ragging
clawing at us all
we're crassly dragged
kicking and screaming
into some hellish place
don't remind me
about ghoulish treachery
terror and torture
everything just bloody cruel
as for disparaged liking
more loathing and wanting
daunting vengeance into despair
following senseless tracks
into the telling mud
variables within this crud
invariably life has something
if something was ever good
everything crazily melding
one faze into the crazed next
still some thin soup
broth remains wanting
boiled heartless stock
garnished with chopped stolen lives
a side dish of pickled shackled souls
some thin consomme
so much more than icky and fickle
sacred water trickling past
amendments to those boiling worlds
where toiling is about something
population itinerant enemies
what moiling might that be
if ever an army neutral planet
perhaps cleverly incorporated
mastering another beautiful world
casting karmic love
prepared with some joy
fiction beyond utopia
something that can
only be imagined
it seems featured life
walks hand in hand
marching with metered living
teetering constantly
reckoning what is gloomy
a looming precipice to hell
each strong telling wind
every vying nasty storm
drives innocence and forgiveness
stampedes compassion o'er that moral edge
that principled ledge implicating unsound life
utter mania pledged to become boundless
thus passion may be worthless  
fanatics being hopelessly groundless
we're stuck in deep ruts
try making everything appear real
feeling scared and short of breath
thin soup is an inkling
of stinking ways and dismay with decay
we've been consuming mud pie
as our nightmare dessert
so let's hope and pray for a new menu
management offering nutritious life
a savory main course
slurping up some rich soup
before taking in another breath
inhale life's delectable dessert
regaling moral right and left
failing rich stock soup
thin corporate soup
seasoned with corporeal death
relatively tasteless creed
attendantly reassuring naive life
faithfully force feeding
subversively amended broth
profit from sharp bits and jagged pieces
rendering truth as baseless
relentless action facelessly attracting
more thin soup
served with God's distasteful wrath

                   * * *

 

you hear me
but you don't know me
you see me
but you don't own me
I want to see you
though I don't know you
I need to hear you
but I won't own you
I want to know God
but I can't see God
I want to hear God
but I can't phone God
when I see you
I want to love God
when I hear you
Goddess with spiritual vision
when I need you
divine calling me
when I see you
I know gracious God
blessed loving God
acknowledging spirit
spatial you and me
when I feed you
need into delight
God feeds us
holy psalms and holy broth
with that sound
with that sight
love bleeds for both
precious you
and precious me
love needs us both
so precious light
illuminates real love
for us to feel
for us to see

          * * *

 

what about change
things incomplete
something completely strange
about unspeakable doom
maybe that is
too much gloom
imagine change
knocking on
your doomsday door
so much fear
what could be
perilous change
vulnerably close
when one can
taste it
doom's rank odour  
smelling it
rectified transformation
drifting close by
those numbered notes
we tend
sounding harsh  
we take
crowned by remorse
life attends to it
defendable doom seems
such a senseless dose
so who knows
why even try
what might come
who knows why
God left us
most often defenseless
costs that leave us senseless
approaching doom
seems so forlorn
those endings
attached to beginnings
still beginnings
flow into endings
let's ratchet things up
perhaps the biggest challenge
trying to describe
what doom truly is
letters and numbers
events and actions
perhaps blue skies
those once vibrant
now wilting blooms
volcanoes better describe
what is what
tribe to first nation tribe
what about doom's crazed ideals
razing lava what a nightmare
stalking our flaming dreams
into what is real
a blameless cosmic seam
I wonder if doom
resurrects some euphoric challenge
locked into life
doom's indescribable lust
chained with resistance
truly mired
condemned as existence
shackled in an inescapable room
a crypt perhaps
adorned with apocalyptic gloom
revealing almighty God
absolute with lustful revenge
just a pointed finger of God
inscribing every powerful challenge
describing every deflowering doom
derived like an eclipse
compromised rings
evolving around the sun
believe the wretched moon
revolution that can't come too soon
such creative rapture
isn't always true or blue
captured as existence
colouring a figment world
delivering pigments of gruesome doom
challenging fearsome change
isn't necessarily
completely gloom
life's challenges
certainly shake us
sometimes ripping out
heart and soul
talking fanatic life
speaking about new heights
lives so often separated
segmented with resistance
clandestine holy
brandishing its doomsday knife
sacred is unincorporated
diminishing existential rights
change ne'er devoid of fear
such an orbital challenge
avoiding mortal strife

               * * *

 

stretch my haunted neck
upon some bloody block
that hooded headsman
hoists his hungry axe
wanting blood
seeking gauntlet death
that last earthly thing
I shall ever see
a willow basket full
of dribbled tortured heads
decapitated lives
death's gruesome mosaic
brilliantly smeared across
those bloodied faces
remember one cannot fake it
recall Mary Queen of Scots
death encompassed by a stony castle arch
those unforgiving politics
like remorseless bloody pastoral March

                    * * *

 

give me pleasure
help me get through
all life's stormy weather
give me what I want
give me what I need
still I just bleed and bleed
no one can save me
there are no saviours
all this ridiculousness
all our crazy human behaviour
what if I had a trillion dollars
would all that money
make me glad
or would I still wake up
feeling lost and sad
thank you for the sunshine
thank you for letting me have
those little things that are good and fine
if I had a loyal dog
if I had a funny monkey
maybe I'd still end up
a wanting needy junkie
what if the sun burned
a hole in my mind
would I still be crawling
could I truly ever be kind
all we want is love and caring
what about when we end up alone
would we end up being stoned and staring
into the blazing sun
into our raging souls
would life ever be truly fun
or would we be stony and cold
I don't know if I really need pleasure
how can I even begin to measure
what I want and need
would there be any rules I had to truly heed
in my head I think and think
while my body continues to want to eat and drink
what if pleasure gave me everything I need
what if life's true measure
could come from a holy book we could read
what if prayers were just a sacred song
would we always wake up dead
or just always simply wrong
what if pleasurable dreams were all we need
what if measurable time wasn't what it seems
what if milk and honey could be life's icecream
maybe then we'd find immeasurable pleasure
in just being good and clean
what if all our fear and dread
were just stupid things stuck in our stupid heads
if we had that funny monkey
would we still just be a pleasure junkie

                       * * *

 

what redemption
can we be redeemed
some specific invention
is Holy what it seems
what about love and peace
some carnal convention
unholy lies and deluded dreams
should we die laughing
why isn't life pie and ice cream
maybe it's all too baffling
everything we're born with
often reality is stifling
maybe truth is just a myth
could an honest sun teach us
should faith and religion
buy us time
can politics redeem us
what if shining stars
could teach us rhyme
should love and hate contain us
why in heaven's name
can't we just be fine

             * * * 

 

here it is
blustery March
mixing it up
flour and water
half drenched
half parched
some seasonal paste
rank in this dank foggy cup
winter has been harsh
folk are hoping spring
will make certain haste
yet frost still trims
winter's accosting face
ice rims the crusted marsh
a chorus of puddle ducks dabble
relishing each open seam
that poor feathered rabble
paddling north and upstream
here it is
still cool earthy March
not yet trust worthy spring
winter's cussed mirth
not yet quite over
maybe rascal April
will passionately bring
more radiant sunshine
adding compassionate warmth
maybe then we'll see
with our faith and belief
a palette of greening clover
wearing rings of purple crocus
bearing respite and some keen relief
a redeeming welcome guise
of snow white snowdrops
as wild violets bravely rise
beginning their rave and bloom
perhaps old man's vying winter
with all his trying snow and ice
so much frigid bluster
will finally rollover and sigh
once and for all
be truly over
April's sure willing worth
heralding new timely life
spring's warmer clime
such sweet perfume
greeting receptive rebirth
welcome fleet spring  
will be here soon

            * * *

 

what about love
those eyes and lips
what chancy love does
far below
so this fantasy
high above
that hippy love
those dancing hips
such a playful shimmy
that radioactive shaking
such mesmerizing afterglow
a moaning apocalypse
this jungle love
love's stratified acropolis
something gooey sweet
melting in our mouths
your cagey looks
those honey moves
I frantically dread
this bomb going off
blowing up my uncertain heart
encircling my vulnerable soul
what perilous risk
satisfying words I wish
I'd somehow found
those gratifying sounds
I've roundly abandoned
thoughts of sweet love
even love's bitterness
blinding my eyes
it's dark night again
deep inside
my illogical head
I wish charms
I somehow
could even
biologically find
those candy apple thoughts
bits and pieces of ruby love
sugar feeding my tragic mind
leading up to things
I should
those moves
love craves
if only
I ever would
what smoldering
love does
to my animal kind

            * * *

 

war drone
striking imposition
quadrants of dispossession
air born storms
marking strategic position
burning what were homes
places life was born
what about storm filled dreams
billed as war's newest form
spitting up spilt blood
vultures in this newest norm
chewing broken bits and bones
crudely destroyed cultures
blowing their bluest horn
fragile life and brutal death
plastered with mortal crud
futile is what it seems
every disputable token speech
immutable speeches
full of lying words
about ownership and peace
at least there is ruthless truth
those honest cluster bombs
such a terrifying fate
festering malice doesn't stop
once caring lives extinguished
villages erupting in flare and flames
a consummation of daring hate
struggle with this infernal tone
those concerned still living
staring at hell and heaven
searching eternal universal sky
fraternal war drones
reciting battle poetry
prattle from up on high
somewhere far above
technology buzzing alone
those searching digital eyes
seeking shelters of stony improvement
inspecting corrupt mud
speaking about blood and bone
squads of dejected convicts
slogging bloodied trenches
quashing reconstituted prison dreams
those tattooed broken ones
pleading for token improvement
what psalms and prayers
can be sung or spoken
which words does god detect
monitoring battle zones
inspecting human movement
kamikaze nuances
zooming war drones
delivering doom via fluent war
flying with detective order
inflicting sordid death  
leaving such a marring stench
inspecting morbid dreams
as ordered men dig
trenches into shallow graves
somewhere far away
in some hallowed hamlet
old folk and widowed women
bent and coldly kneeling
reeling while they weep
prayers beseeching gods
but can gods be trusted
embattled by war drones
now gods are frustrated
chasing sheep and cattle
in war's mortal gambit
why not give life peace
dispel hatred that innocent victims dread
propaganda breaching right and good
towering hateful telling words
should lies excel with their fateful stead
so those sordid powers
bloodied with such horrid reach
muzzling peaceful truth
marshaling invading hordes
ruthlessly delivering
all their disguised lies
everything ignorant humanity has read
speaking needless war   
forced feeding with a formal guise
from castles and political towers
fanatical commanders and their harsh drone war
bitter battles guzzling blood and death
once upon every armoured time
combat in every tactical past
frittered war is waged
pointing spears and sharpened swords
now it's jointly bullets and bombs
supported by buzzing drones instead

                      * * *

 

if only the world was
maybe life could be
I heard whale song
echoes from a cold deep sea
if only our hearts were
maybe love would stay
I sat down beside myself
remembering all
my rights and wrongs
singing songs
while eternity came
speaking poetry
if only love would
come to dance and play

           * * * 

 

those synchronous firsts
then syncretic seconds
that don't quite
live up to those precious trysts
do evolving stars rate
revolving amongst themselves
an evolutionary order
of synchronicity
God's mighty finger
marring and marking
such a wretched universe
what a creative vendetta
displayed as light and life
like a bestial mural
from Dante's twisting mind
maybe quested firsts
are only wistful seconds
a tryst at second best
some blissful performance
manipulated through time
like a questful wormhole
weaving relentless sense
into incessant strands
and other constant paste
some caste of spiritual order
founded on what is true and good
fathoms of extruded existence
crossing rude time and denuded space
into ordeals of sacrifice
and existential delight
every thing in its sacred place
every thing that God deems
good and firstly right
those diminutive seconds
mirroring those glorious firsts
satisfying endearing soul
quenching searing thirst
where is reason
without rhyme

           * * *

 

has gravity
noticed you
has some devil
tempted you
what about redemption
or is your life
full of contention
what about dreams
are they truly
what they seem
angels and sprites
stepping beyond
goblins and ghouls
these earthly rules
what things
have you chosen
have your memories
come to life
have they rearisen
that timeless weight
recruiting you
when they leave
leaving scars and marks
then re-enter you
remarkably fear
sometimes death
crawls out of nothing
sometimes doom
preys on loathing
no matter
what prayers
you can't help
but think
those wanting words
we tend to speak
shapeless gravity
brings us down
landing us
in quicksand
lucky us
if its demanding
hallowed ground
all those demons
those terrifying sounds
shriek and shout
making us
quiver and quake
standing in
our holy boots
perhaps the earth
will open up
suck us in
revel in
our sacred birth
what are those
dreams worth
has remorseful revelation
coarsely risen up
gained moral elevation
or has devilish life
dragged you down
into burning hell
that forceful place
where your demons dwell
welding pity on your face
where gravity abducted you
like some crying clown

               * * *

 

I saw death
down avenues
wand'ring streets
death dressed
all in black
in extremis wanders
pondering death
an omniscient view
bearing all that grim
a reaper's sharpened scythe
death commits to reaping
admittedly
breaking time
death comes
knocking both
me and you
one last breath
final heartbeat too
just speak peace
say your prayers
grim reaper
won't be mocking
death peels away
all the layers
beyond simple life
while we're both
silent and talking
I've witnessed death
creeping throughout
countless days and nights
I'm touched
some sinless reaper
doubtless hoping
how I've lived life
what has been good
steered me right
I'm listening
those songs and poetry
vibrations within
this verbal universe
articulating tried and true
reverberation throughout
yet we're sleeping
with the reaper
walking side by side
and grand death too
seeking truth
imagine harmonious love
breathing and reciting
speaking spirit into verse
all that death brings
deep down to earth
beyond sky high
heaven above
what grim reapers take
on this spiritual ride
songs and poems and lives
even glory spake
concerning human things
that God so loves
life and death in stride
positions of living stars
all those renditions
of existing parts
conditions of living
those magic golden rings
final exposition
revealing
death's tragic
magic art

         * * *

 

god spoke
to me
this love
what is
war on peace
how can
one thought
then word
first came
into light
what about
carnivores and predators
fallacies that kill
policies that murder
canyons and caves
political mess
address what
god spoke
one fist
into love
one spear
through this human heart
one bullet
straight into every mind
what one finds
beyond god's tears
balanced insight
fear into right
iron handed
civil shredded
into shards
tattoo cruel words
facets on golden towers
symbols of fuel and power
grind ancestral bones
love into malice
blood onto swords
one ruddy chalice
politics lording it
over rival hordes
god finally said
cut my throat
revolution evolves
when ancient rivers
run clearly high and dry
speak about erosion
those corrosive massacres
explosive disgrace
yet if
shame were beauty
perhaps this
was love
maybe this human race
would truly see
some blissful light
fading into some
cosmic beatified face
original thought
connection was true
enlightened something
into our righteous heads
god's face turned
into bits and coins
what now
has god wrought
those legal writs
so many desperate wrongs
left something
all those things
stricken and purloined
grunge and cringe and dread
still god's pure thought
intrepid brilliant sight
what god said
creation speaking in this light

              * * *

 

those stories
we never
want to end
I thought
I'd see you again
now
at days end
I see the drop
has come
in this
twilight time
now mostly
what I feel
is sorry
still I don't see
all love's pain
ending
I hoped that
one day
I'd see you again
now dark
night descends
I see this story
sadly closing
who could have thought
so many years
would have
passed us by
time itself
has been imposing
let alone
vast oceans
between us
I suppose love
is nothing
but
a broken heart
I remember
kissing you
passion in my arms
I remember
passionately holding you
soaking up your charms
still the world
forces us apart
it seems we provoked love
right from storied start
cruel times
love's jeweled art
maybe I am
just a fool
but I fell
in love
with you
yet love failed
both you and I
now this
final chapter
has come
to its remorseful end
what love did
to us
sending us
hurt and bleeding
through that rending portal
why can't we be freed
from all love's pain
all life's hurt
maybe
in my dreams
I'll stop
writing this story
maybe
in my dreams
you'll let me say
I'm sorry
perhaps you'll believe me
when I say
I'm broken and I'm sorry

               * * *

 

we are flying

seeking love and god

then we crash

wheels keep turning

gears are smashed

still we keep trying

defying gravity  

even tears are abashed

defining love

rising while reaching up

into a loveless sky

love seems so distant 

so very far away

God seems that way

beyond sky and star high

yet through so much 

all this imposing overcast

defining cash and dash

echoing rash applause

even another dog crowd

building impeding walls

imposing towering pride

flooding war with unending hate 

devils depending on hide-out tunnels

this turning wheel we ride

intensely forever

orbiting hidden treasure 

immensely great 

what is foreboding

success and reassuring strides

measuring tides and saints

viewing iconic images 

deciphering what has been written

slowly grinding away

lower and lower 

is where this goes

still far and beyond 

yesterday's killer limits

great thrilling mounds 

sound distilling history

past time and warp

climbing and flying fast 

even towards catastrophic heights

yet even at last

shackled castes and other lives

tossed into the writhing sun

hard words searching

costs so far reaching

snake tongues speaking

licking at a well of souls

humanity with fellowship 

should be hoping

entropy could be communion 

something mellow and right

coping day and night

evidence and wisdom teaches

existence reflects the whole

while creation keeps 

divinity in sight

even when light retreats

we should hope and think

try reinventing happiness 

entranced by our love of flying

unintentionally sighing

incidentally so much laughing

yet with love we crash

that's what we know

weeping and crying

tears even while we're dreaming 

instilled by our fear of truly flying 

could love help us heal

maybe gravity's hard feelings 

will help us navigate to light

somewhere in this celestial show

where all this failing and falling

will help us learn to love and grow

                    * * * 

 

I'm trying
to remember
your kisses
what if this thing
called love
is just a myriad
hits and misses
I'm trying to recall
your gentle touch
but maybe
all that love
was simply
just too much
all that elegance
of love
we once felt
is like that
glacial ice
still yet to melt
frozen solid
in some icy grip
touch and kisses
we both now miss

         * * *

 

zombie
sucking out
my heart and soul
so much broken
liquid dreams
so much fake
take my muddled brain
drawn but not staked
streaming delivery
why so much
dreamland pain
without recovery
why can't I find
some suitable refrain
not just shivering
not yet insane
hovering afraid
considering hope and love
cower and abstain
while my cannibal soul
drained of blue blood
sucks out
zoo muck
so plucked up
not just raiding
freely feasting
zombie again
such a needy beast
so fucked up
a real careless blast
fast invading
my mucked up
zombie
dammit all brain

         * * *

 

dignity in twilight
I thought I saw you
ambling down
your dusty lane
around rambling midnight
in some deep darkness
I thought I heard you
beyond a suppressing veil
ingress you called out
some other lover's name
when adept morning came
I steadfastly watched
your dark shadow disappear
in that iconoclast moment
I should have leapt
catching us from falling
still all the same
nothing could ever
honest or true remain
when regretful midday arrived
you would be
no where near
but still I clearly
imagined you
forget shameful love
still reckless in my mind
as evening called again
I slumped down
on open ground
a mortal wounded
wiping swollen eyes
swiping at stolen tears
thinking those
token words
which we never
dared or spoke
yet together
drinking in
living passion's words
after we
had woken up
so many
of our sultry days
those burgundy nights
still all my daytime fears
remain doomsday rites
now becoming twilight
I can't see you
forever you are gone
I won't hear you
knowing we'll never know
if our shameful love
was ever right or wrong

               * * *

 

oh moth
butterfly
elemental grace
so more or less
both you and I
no matter what race
space and tenements
extraterrestrial sentiments
perhaps the sky knows
what a messy bother
try adding toil and druther
buttered-up moil
utterly cut up
spoiled unbalanced huff
try keeping things grounded
mounds of mortar and cement
steel cells are what is meant
all those rounding sounds we make
take birth as coincidence
in this instance
confident pupae and chrysalis
some caterpillar thought
what does it take
making life work
dry off our wings
flutter and flap
finally lifting off to fly
circling a muttering sun
stuttering madness
but all those sacred things
trying to reach a light
which teaching what
yet each of these blessings
brings enlightenment
when the earth quakes
while lava erupts
tattooing souls
what light then
sent from heaven
said a burning night
rending unsightly things
trends sent from mighty hell
righteous need is being well
but birth days are numbered
escaping the hounds of salacious hell
even freed from earthly bounds
eventually every sun sets
settling souls
molding old age
change is what we get
dreaming of moths
imagining butterflies
recalling garden legends
tall stories about flying
where myth goes
something gets us
even mythical freedom
somewhere beyond
life's wire cage
something about all worlds
that unfolding stage
ultimate things unfurled
truth and lies
finding nectar
light and love
bounty in someone's eyes
metamorphic sectors
fields of flowers where
we want to lay and sigh
sweet butterfly nectar
such sweet repose
not unlike rebirth
but before we close
moth beaten wings
fall to mother earth
curl up to die
what life is
truly worth
elemental grace
moth and butterfly

            * * *

 

Haiku Saturday

          * * *

 
I'm failing myself
those things I should be doing
not finishing things

 

          * * *

  

dirty streets and shit
plight of people that fall
raging homelessness

 

          * * * 

 

cultivating hope
I stopped the war in my mind
planting seeds in spring

          * * *

 

my zigzag life
vying for true centre
back and forth views
trying magic ways
nouns and verbs
tragedies burned
adverbs and adjectives
searing my herbal brain
those equatorial monsoon rains
merely wash over me
verbally I'm submerged
I hang on as best I can
so I'm not washed away
enduring subversive floods
yet polar ice froze my soul
words and parching desert winds
stir up whirlwind calamity
dry me up
whip and whisk me away
blow me down
broken washboard roads
what about other
token circus slips
try circumventing
staunch human desire
at what cost
all that invented marching
far too many
charming liars and deniers
what about harmful social fires
truth and honestly
real guru and forest compassion
genuine empathy
encompass real nature
that's a trip
one step at a time
getting some kind of grip
at times jogging
even a skip and a jump
sometimes racing
I'm running with wolves
even some long shot
star people flirting in the dark
boggled because we're  not seeing
imagine a bull fighter's death mark
such discreet targets lie ahead
imagine belief in blind sight
stumbling minds into some
uninvited unknown
hungry rumbling stomachs
grumbling angry zones
pesky via the grapevine
testy words bind me
though I don't wear any crown
still with some proud peasant kind
tumbling into a twisted future
we are powerful
even mystical creatures
desiring love and irresistible beauty
we are tribal parchment
bits of spun linen and woven hemp
flaunting gold leaf in addressing
wanting some coal mine study
writing uncut cultist relief
dreaming oceanic diamonds
birthing new news and new ideas
about climbing and flying
soaring above it all
those enticing coral reefs and emeralds
gleaming facets of revised love
we want revision
though I'm stuck
zircon encrusted
muck and minerals only
in my zigzag life
subliminally my ragged devotion
zigzagging love
somehow still steering
I must keep adjusting and trying
but there is this
category five storms
cyclones raging in my heart
driving reckless parts of me
drowning relationships
in water filled ditches
diving helplessly
into hopeless holes
I think a brown recluse spider
maybe wizards and other witches
poisoned me once before
infecting my reclusive soul
somehow I chewed  
caught in that inclusive web
through every dam thread
my cutting torch breath
vaporizing steel strands
trying to save
my brave heart
from stony prison
I'm craving a crucible soul
hoping some hungry lion
some heartless demon
would not pounce
so from where I stand
could withstanding
resurgence in some blessed way
 certain fury and urgent fire
rescue any insurgent's life
cradled reflectively
respect that I hold
all those storied hands
respectfully correcting
still life's purest
goals and gold
maybe if we
capture the moon
discover more moon lore
recover extra-terrestrial rapture
legendary love stories
unabridged alien romance
recalling alien abduction
eloping with condition
even if there is a slight chance
we've been sampled
somehow might delight
yet light a blessed way
but what if
we can't save ourselves
God shant rescue us
but what if
we still ponder saving
mass extinction of fish and fescue
review every brutal circumstance
we wonder about true rescue
whether yours or theirs or mine
yet chances are
entrancing gurus and happy alien romance
adjacent scientific avenues
won't be found
set in some resounding design
precarious life's preciousness
always truly confounded
forever crossing
life's zigzag lines

            * * *

 

internet life
it's just candy
whatever flavour
you choose
super sweet or super randy
some of it
cuts like a knife
whose it and what's it
that digital endeavour
red's green's blue's
who knew
when that first
telephone rang
tens of decades ago
far in the past
demons just grew and grow
now have phones
taken over lives
tempting mortal and crone
atmospheres of public rant and rave
stake through the heart
making agreeable us crave
making gullible us cry
some of that digital stuff
terror makes a person
want to dread and die
curl up alarmed
panicked enough
wanting to disappear
some of it is more than rough
watch brutal war knocking
banging down a neighbour's door
while peace isn't talking
some of it is enough
to make you want to hurl
anger and rage come to mind
then there's love and peace
parading through spiritual ethers
charades in that ethereal internet
neither nor either
fixes the world
let's all hope
digital existence though
what you see
is what you get
this brave new
digital world
what is hope
if we can't
find a way
somehow survive
let's all pray
derive a way
strive for blessed existence
at least enough to cope
all those restless
wave lengths
imagine vastness
incomparable strength
I AM invincible
feeling rigid and almighty
some unyielding candy
fidgety software chicanery
hard drive digit memory
mighty creation expanding
I AM's supreme scope

               * * *

 

that human touch
what if we lost our nerve
no feeling
versions of AI
zero emotion
future Borg
with all that cruel gore
something touched me
skin on skin
trace my finger
down your cheek
dexterous across
your shining eyes
along your perfect nose
my dangerous fingers
caressing your beautiful face
God only knows
that human touch
full of love and grace
something we can't
get enough of
feelings that we need
so much
an honest human need
all those cherished kisses
all that human touch

            * * *

 

if I had a violin
I'd only play
the saddest songs
maybe a dirge
a clergy of tunes
something melancholy
a tiara of poems
like a crowned dying bird
might bravely sing
if I had a violin
each precious string
strung to my defeated heart
might be frighteningly due
what I rightly want to say
something brave and true
unabashedly saying
right from some unruly start
brash notes and chords
according to chanting
hauntingly digging
my deep cold grave
so this changing world
deciding if sky and ocean
will recover pristine blue
or finally be over
when sovereign violins
including four leaf clover
surely cannot be saved
even grieving violin strings
sadly will be lost
scads of righteousness too
eternity ensconced in heaven's enclave
buried frightfully deep
lost in creation's universal grave

                   * * *

 

my mind
in my mind
cold snowy night
these numbing thoughts
what froze has wrought
oh winter light
these stumbling blocks
slippery slopes
mocking me
my heart
my motion heart
missed a beat
nothing complete
when grief strikes
why pain in life
reverting glaciers know
how it goes
under pressure
a liquid measure
salinity and purity
extroverted volcanoes blow
unsure of hard or wise
such resourceful chemistry
ice and lava
gravity is a prize
convert the world
assurances few and far between
hemispheres appear differently
an endosphere of chronology
beginnings meet endings
seeds into blossoms
treasures of a cellular soul
measuring our kind
so many accents of sadness
often such a sordid lot
descending into graphic madness
sometimes sanity isn't kind
composting in my garden mind
in my open cellular heart
I sometimes find
secular glory and victory
in my closed molecular mind
sour rejection
inviting defeat and treachery
in my mongrel mind
this self butchery
all in my pariah mind
still in my selfish kind
why can't worthy compassion
mirror gentle empathy

 

 

                                                                                * * *

 

God is laughing at us
cracking up time
those miracles delivered
so much human sacrifice
into so much plastic us
what in heaven's name
shall we ever find
when our souls
are always severed
what the universe
we know in kind
given then measured
yet all those mystic clouds
veiling unguarded truth
some real sound
recognizing truthful mind
so this nature
of Creation's universe
is God's eternal love
that Godly stature
we all should hold so dear
while God is laughing
cracking time with fear
through all the light
darkness still creeps in
yet God is forever right
laughing at our deep dark sin
haunting us each ghastly night

                 * * *