I'm thinking 

my mind is muddled

I'm feeling

my huddled soul hurts

I'm  wondering

when all my cuttlebone teeth are pulled

will I have to eat like a snake

devouring subtlety whole

or will I befuddled

suck broken life up

through a token straw

 

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those herds of millions
roaming free on wild prairie
all that thunder sends
that coming lightning day
when the righteous sun
comes to claim us
as its own
heaven shall applaud
creator god
resume the universe
men cross vast oceans
searching for all the last gold
hoping for some lasting faze
dazed by every mirage
all those greener pastures
eyes glazed over
those herds of millions
old streams raging
through the dying clover
like a steam locomotive
driven by dreamy time
you see where we're going
all those desperate people
knowing their country is full
of bountiful crime
borders overflowing with shame
suffer all the poor children
bells aren't ringing in the church steeples
criminals are herding the sheep
the church crowd is a coward
not standing up to speak
I don't want to lose you
but I know you are forever gone
thundering across the wild prairie
running with those herds of millions
waiting for the sun to come
to claim the earth
along with all God's multi-trillions
while I wait alone in dreamtime
wond'ring what the lonely rebel moon divined
hi diddle diddle
this revolutionary multiverse
revelation universally rehearsed
that's how it's designed
when the deepest well goes dry
when resilience is absolutely denied
no matter how hard we pray
no matter how hard we try
don't mourn for the earth
don't cry for us
don't weep for the fatally wounded dove
we can't get any higher
it's only fire
it's only love

  

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chanting sutra
singing hymns
trying to speak to god
pray god is listening
such sacred isolation
heaven's incense
perfume for god
in that meditation
a breathing cave
that winding path
extraordinarily deep
within my monkey self
scratching sinful itches
wanting sweet ripe fruit
screeching at the haunting moon
like a gaudy banshee
circumnavigating the moody universe
chanting sutra
deep within the winding cave
singing binding hymns
expounding upon the confines
deep within the cathedral
expanding this oral human mind
moral faith
surreal hope
vocal humanity
like the errant stars
twinkling in the sky at night
singing about faith
praying for hope
living in a universal state
breathing at a normal rate

  

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when the fog lifted
I found myself
on a rocky beach
shipwrecked
I realized
there was that vast ocean
then the moon and the stars
seemingly too far off to reach
out on the roiling reef
I could see shark fins
knives and razor teeth
a swirl of ripe mangoes and peaches
awash in the moiling surf
beseeching the tenants
coconut and oil palms
reaching island sentinels
standing rough in ragged rows
awaiting the next big blow
the churning cyclone
the next saline apocalypse
every hurricane revelation
reveling in prayers and pearls
the salty sea reveals
all that salt running in our veins
rivers from elemental heaven
awake in a quadratic equation
residing beside me
while equatorial waves
roll in from the tropical east
Magellan himself
would have felt lost
watching all the flying fish
circumnavigating
pearl gated heaven and that mythic coral reef
where greater prayers are surely lost
what horse latitude relief
where surly hopes are drowned
where destiny comes at a frenzied cost
that far-off coastal place
just off that rocky beach
where shining pearls are sometimes found

 

 

 

  

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2020
vision
July 26th
envision
12:30 a.m.
Portland
Oregon
protestors
decisions
in the street
tatatatatatatum
drums beat out a steady rhythm
ready gas masks
protective head gear
hefty helmets
masked protestors
lines of masked police
ready to arrest
malice but steady
people spitefully yelling
fright night
one instance
in the black and white distance
a heady bull horn
intrinsic crowds demanding
instant justice
public standing
this street resistance
beat revolution
tearing up big brother
consistent
insistence
banging insistently
obstinate in the torn-up night
a rising chant
everyone surmises they are prepared
the peppered system
re-system
the salted system
resist them
their prepared mustard
assaulting tear gas
weapons of mass intention
unmasking big brother
crass police assistance
contrived zigzag patterns
mass really matters
when masked secret police arrive
what will be derived
what truly matters
when shots ring out
and everyone takes a panicked dive

  

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there's the covid border

white and black order now

white flags are flying

everyone's naked now

bare knuckle trying

hunkered down

everything all in order

prophets vying for an elusive crown

a lot of death and dying

the world assumes trying

all is in disorder

 

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there are those conversations

we simply do not understand

sometimes it's an age thing
elder the sage
enter those ageist magi
sometimes it's an ink thing
all those prophetic tattoos
skin murals by a glitzy muse
there are poems and prayers and promises
hard to fathom at times
like mystical alien rhymes
foreign language
furlongs of intoxicating foreign designs
simply hard to understand
sometimes it's a mental block
we might rock
things could roll
we might talk a lot
but every word
stones and pebbles
alpine utterance
is like a tattoo
sometimes hard to understand
no matter the age
we all want to unmask the ink
lastly describing our lives
something others see
void of audible words
avoiding sentences
a mental thought
a wrought spark
perhaps some universal talk
conversations that walk the walk
a long haul in general
a lifetime of words that maul us
perhaps they fail us
buried by secular conversation
about unearthing life and death
even if we don't understand rebirthing
we understand the rationale
about living life and enduring death
conversion may well fail
but all those conversations
tales sage elders tell
as long as there are ears to listen
this novel life with its glistening spell
addressing the rising and setting sun
we do until we're done
could be heaven

could be hell

  

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