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

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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

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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

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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

                 * * *

 

when you
find yourself
tired and old
when you
just want to
lay down to cry
when you wonder
thinking you ponder
just how and when
you're going to die
when you wonder
if your life's dreams
had any substance
or were they all
just stupid lies
when you ponder
your miserable existence
when you think about
just how and why
perhaps when tempting morning
turns to empty night
maybe the torrid moon
all those moral stars
will tell their sombre tales
about your small successes
stories about your many
god awful fails
why must we end up
frothing at the mouth
sick and all alone
knowing all our friends are dead
along with so many others
loved ones lost and forever gone
I sit and think
I might one day
soon go down
to the cleansing river
watch water flow
imagine magic time
is not forever
when I crazily climbed
tall wild mountains
there were all those dazed times
when I foraged and searched
for life giving fountains and sacred springs
upwellings protected
by gnomes and elves
wanting gold and enchanted rings
I for one reason
didn't realize that getting old
would make me feel
this cruel world
is so truly blind and cold
so when a beggar comes
to steal my wretched soul
when all my dreams
are destructive storms
about other horrid things
I've been taught and told
when I wake in the dark
all alone and crying
hoping this last path I walk
I'll realize my life was something
destiny truly desired
while God held my hand
I was desperately trying
now when the expected end
seems so very near
while I lay here sighing
all those things
I thought were true
lurk in obscure shadows
where love and restitution
remain so unclear
so I see myself
as proud wind blows
reckless old age rends
accompanies myself
there is the feckless end
when to where
only speckless God
truly sees and knows

              * * *

 

propose recorded time
where we've come from
where were going
count the seconds
tally those minutes
days full of crazy hours
dazed and changing weeks
so many infused months
how many confused years
too many deranged decades
making up strange centuries
crossing a thousand millennia
historic principled epochs
this idealized existence
some complex insistence
wondering about aeons
an invincible vortex
imagining creative wonder
one sensational galaxy
a million relational others
who knew a billion ideas
such majestic revolution
when the unrelenting sun
courting this flaming journey
passing through depraved time
navigating wicked twisting wormholes
God's great celestial sum
so here we are
still dictating and evolving
counting indicative spatial time
measures in a sequence
still back and forth
yet growing and revolving
still hopeful and searching
where cycled time has begun
speaking about exaggerated rhyme
seeking where we've all come from

                     * * *

 

 

let me breathe
joy and love
should dawn
never come
if stars
forever disappear
let me see
something else divine
when my heart
stops beating
let me escape
to heaven's realm
let me find
something wondrous
something truly great
so when I die
help me gently go
God save and guide me
bless my very living soul
so through all
my varied wondrous lives
let me forgive
all those things
that just weren't right
I won't just weep
won't forever cry
when I lose life's challenges
no matter how hard I try
yet let me always see
some brilliant light
just in case
I choose to die
when my battles are lost
when I've lost the fight
when I dream of becoming
some other me

          * * *