Haiku Monday

Corona virus
Asking us all to repent
Forgiving our sins


Old age like prison
Contagion runs rampant
Those places of death


First stage ends first wave
Second stage with second wave
Corona - 19


A mickey by noon
Alcohol softens things up
Kerouac died drunk


Creeping on my knees
Longing to touch the robe's hem
Sacred will permit

April Musings

April 3, 2018

I can't read those moments of silence very well.
Is it a smile? or a frown?


April 10th, 2018

My 64th birthday.
She doesn't love me,
I feel that now,
She doesn't want me,
I know that now,
She doesn't need me,
I see that now.


April 19, 2018

It turns out my mistress is the desert wind,
Hot and dry,
Mummifying hopeless love,
Burying lost dreams and cities,
A place where thirst is never quenched.


April 20, 2018

Eventually,
You are so far away,
It is hard to remember you.


April 22, 2018

If somebody doesn't want you,
You can't make them want you,
You can digest those poems I recited for you,
You can decide whether you want to ever see or speak with me again,
But there is no sugar in this recipe,
Besides it comes mixed with undying love,
I hope you think of me someday,
I know I'll think of you,
Perhaps you'll dream of me,
I know I'll dream of you,
Love,
I wish you could,
Fall in love with me,
I wish you would,
Give my selfish love a chance,
I'm just too far out of reach,
Maybe you just don't love me anymore,
There are no second chances,
When this moment is over,
Time is gone forever,
We'll never get this chance again,
Part of me says you want me,
Part of me says I'm crazy,
Part of me thinks you love me,
Part of me thinks you don't give a damn,
My heart tells me love avoids me,
My heart tells me I'm not worthy,
Logic tells me love will never come true,
Logically you never really found me,
Law of attraction and you,
I've got to stop caring,
This distraction I'm mired in,
Fuck,
This funk that is failing,
Did you ever wonder,
About my love,
Such a pitiful yarn,
I failed love and love failed me,
Such a pitiful joke,
Choking on chewed hunks of love,
Hope drowns in that sea of chunky gravy,
You can't love me,
Love can't save me,
Still,
Love,
That commonly hurtful story,
All pity and no glory,
i don't know how to get you out of my system,
I don't know how to stop loving you,
I don't know how to stop wanting you,
Why can't I imagine a happy God,
Am I that much of a sinner.

Such grand paranoia
Putting up tall fences
Fear sold as freedom
Digging deep ditches
Sleeping with one eye open
Carving out steeply walled trenches
All the replete security in the world
Tsunamis will still wash away our present fears
Earthquakes shall smash away our pleasant world
Seeking more high ground
Speaking about hope
Those hopes that we don't crash
Dreams that prayers have found
Shiny steel razor wire
Slicing the planet into theirs and ours
What truth can be found in lies
Land mines defend borders
All those lions and tigers
Hungry demons prowl the earth
Tall ramparts and deeper moats
Thicker walls depending on our sickest dreams
All this creeping paranoia
So many nightmares it seems
Where will we be
When the sun rises
On the new world
Perhaps a better world
Perchance one with more difficult surprises

Humanitarian fact
Dystopian fiction
Nobleness
Government control
Godliness
Environmental destruction
Sacrificial lambs
Technological control
Digital age survival
Loss of individualism
Dystopias
Societies that dehumanize
Unpleasantly possible
Traumatized
Perfect society
Molded illusion
Mercilessly maintained
Via Corporate
Bureaucratic
Technological
Moral
Totalitarian
Control
Propaganda
Used
Spy control
Abused
Your binary device
Is watching you
Citizens of society
Neologism
A new word
Or expression
Social isolation
Sic semper tyrannis
Thus always to tyrants
The bloody tyrant
Offers struggle
Danger
Death
Supply and demand
World market
I see the dragons soaring
Vocal economies
Gold miners and oil traders
Myth and crystal hunters
Gem and slave graders
Diamond people
So hard
Nothing leaves a mark on them
I hear the lions roaring

We're dreamers
Aren't we
Dreaming on our phones
Dreaming about T.V. scenes
Don't we
Leaning on technology
Learning about Iridology
Should we
Dream openly
or
Should we
Dream closed
Some of us
Dream copiously
Some dreams
Leave us reposed
Some morosely
Dreams exposed
Those where we have six toes
Or Aphrodite's eyes
New waves of hair
That makes us fly
Oh!
How our dreams try
Try and try
To make us fly

consider that

lava flowing

beneath us

mother had her

heart attack

on Sunday

november 6th

back in 2016

america had her

stroke and heart

attack on wednesday

november 9th

way back in

two thousand sixteen

shifting

tectonic plates



                                               * * * * *

I've buried things
Parts of my life
Deep in the forest
Beyond the sacred spring
Out in my yard
I've buried things
Those guarded graves
Remains of dead cats and dogs
Bones of panthers and bears
That dwelt in secret caves
I've buried dreams
Beneath my bed
Remnants of prayers I once said
I've watched the stars and moon
Prance beneath my restive head
Instead of dancing
With those ones I loved
Instead I'm thinking
About wondrous Gaia
I bury marvelous things
Purportedly Heaven's peace
Purity and that peaceful dove
I've buried curious things
All that puritan history
All that creative mystery
About inexplicable
God above