Brian's ghost
resurrection
off that chat
room wall
words at most
cause surrection
beyond a satiated pall
this and that
an online call
I thought I saw you
with your Robin eyes
copping that chat room view
once I thought
I saw you crying
all those words we wrote
I felt I was trying
who guessed that
you thought I was implying
this was anything new
wishing I could
simply melt into you
then enter Brian's ghost
some other sentient
remarkably living in
my one room wall
I felt possessed
knowing you
expected me
markedly to be
that chat room ghost
when I close my eyes
I still see you
posting words there
one ghostly line
mostly one after another
telling me you were fine
you truly seemed to care
but like Brian's ghost
a rogue that isn't really there
those surreptitious words
pasted in my lucid mind
I see other poster's boast
that everyone can find
true love invoked
within that chattering room
like a chat room host
that truly cares
so even after you're gone
Brian's ghost still remains
seemingly you refrain
perhaps though
you've found another
some other enchanting spectre
relentlessly venting
posting haunts again
but your french
chat room name
kissing make believe
initially sustaining
at least partially undercover
disguised by all
that chat room fuss
always ending up
being quite the same
will we ever know
when enough is enough
all those chat room lovers
making players want to play
those vagary chat room games
when Brian's ghost
still suddenly appears
out of my one room wall
writing ghostly lines
out of the emotional blue
talking about apparition love
comparative words and chat room lies
I knew that you knew too
still some of us are wizards
a few chanting shaman
sometimes venting seers
but ghosts don't always chant or see
through love's chat room disguise
even though you and me
raised our loving swords
our brazen words
making us feel crazed
chasing us
to the next
further riveting level
when you initially called me
your ritual caressing voice
I must confess
pressed my landline phone
what I finally heard
when you signed in
french kissing me
you found me
insistently seated alone
in my consistently vacant room
patiently hand in hand
along with Brian's ghost
you convinced me
we could be
crazily together soon
embracing our chat room love
Brian's ghost would
complacently be there too
summoning true apparition love
conjuring that heartfelt holy ghost
reminding us of that wanting view
those few true chat room spectres
continuing to haunt online
that lonely chat room world too
 

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who was Holier
John the Baptist
who lived in the desert
eating locusts and honey
ranting and raving
denouncing wealth and money
or Jesus of Nazareth
who lived walking long dusty roads
drinking wine and breaking bread
politically speaking
wanting to change Jewish culture
wishing to remand
both Jewish and Roman vultures
if souls need saving
John the Baptist
wouldn't have lost his head
if love is all we need
Jesus wouldn't have been victimized
he would have just kept preaching
pressing Saviour Spiritual
and brotherly love instead
but who of the two
was ever Holier
God only knows
maybe all Holiness
dwelt in the burning bush
perhaps like yearning Jonah
swallowed by that churning whale
the only things
we'll ever know
are remnants from those tales
that over time have certainly prevailed
if John was just ranting and raving
if Jesus was just hoping and craving
then their Holiness was just a lot of imperiled fuss
thus that Holiness is nothing but human stature
for all Sacred nature accounts for Holiness
God's Divine universe as well
then there was Spiritual Milarepa
living in his cave
eating his nettle soup
Milarepa didn't rant or rave
he kept his politics to himself
God doesn't recount kings and queens
or despotic presidents from hell
this glorious earthly world
is where we're born and die
so we'd better make it good
otherwise the planet suffers
including you and I
if we all made right choices
in God's eternal view
all creation rates as equal
if we fail the external earth
continue living internal lies
letting money and privilege
have the proudest loudest voice
we'll discover there is no Holy left
we'll find that Spirit in this world
has no Divine or Sacred sequel
 

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is it this or that
what exactly is the mission
pussy cat twat
is it fusion or fission
or the cat in the hat
creation's unions
is it humpty dumpty
or some other solemn illusion
does commensurate
invite communion
what if we are just too late
what about all this delirium and confusion
can we ever know our true fate
are we all immersed in a fatal pool of delusion
or is there liquid flowing on the earth
that heals these types of wounds and contusions
should women continue giving birth
or should God dry up every womb
should we limit the size of every human girth
where has all the prized laughter gone
along with all that lost good-hearted mirth
perhaps this planet is just one big tomb
what if aliens openly arrive
for that long awaited family reunion
should crop circles be expected
are those anomalies supernatural
does humankind need to be corrected
or will nature do something to keep us alive
is life here on earth unnatural
or is existence here simply contrived
what about prophecy and legendary myths
is this archaic storied controversy
a precursor to future death or bliss
will tomorrow bring about a better world
or are we too deep into this mess
what if blue Krishna suddenly arrived
reciting sutras and other sacred verses
what if Arjuna and Ganesha showed up with him
what new beginnings would that trinity express
would the world still be finite or just be redescribed
would other gods arrive making us bow down with redress
confess all our earthly sins and terrible deeds
reminding us our seedy roots are clans and tribes
reminding us about our neglected spiritual needs
have we disregarded understanding and true wisdom
should we all bow down to Judaism and Islam
is that why so much we do makes the world writhe and bleed
needless to say we've polluted sacred water
heedlessly we live our lives as if we are gods
in fact we are just cheshire cats and mad hatters
if the queen of hearts is what truly matters
then we are lost just like alice
every twisting rabbit hole we venture down
will take us further from that sought after crystal palace
so if we're just a bunch of reckless sods
wanting to own and drink from a golden chalice
we're just a horde of destructive hooligans
simply wanting to steal all the gold and every crown
someday we'll wake up
find the world is more than just white and black and brown
rediscover we've been nothing but fools again
our general consentment has delivered us
to this fatal bitter tragic brink
resentment can't resolve what we do or think
and when we finally disappear
nature will give a tearless sigh of relief
knowingly bow down to fearless God
the expanding universe won't even blink
simply continue on to eternity with a knowing nod
 

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so much
unforgiving reticence
forcefully thrusting
this churning world
into our yearning lives
chastening our empty laps
how much
yielding forgiveness
lovingly trusting
this changing world
helping us learn
coercing us to rearrange
our hungry thirsty lives
yet all these minor burning gaps
creating untold rifts
between what is shiftless truth
and what are giftless lies
still major faults exist
how much
is too much
before we finally realize
this very real earth
is speaking to us
imploring humankind
to see past every cryptic guise
that cheats the earth
of what good it deserves
so if we would only mind
recognize every critical link
remind ourselves
how much
is too much
before this wanting old earth
sinks
folding in upon ourselves
retaining nothing
but barren shelves
collapses
finally going
deaf and blind

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imagine
in the beginning
grinning Icarus
flying too close
to the burning sun
austere centuries pass
human yearning
man learning to soar
restricting fear
eventually more constricting
rocket fuel
launching time
V 1 Rockets
ghouls in the troposphere
V 2 Rockets
inventing stratospheric tools
jet fuel
Atlas
Agena
stacking fuel tanks
Thor
Ablestar
journey through the mesosphere
Mercury
Redstone
attacking thermosphere rules
Scout
Rehbar
physical Goddard
attempting to be physics masters
ballistic missiles
Saturn
racking up explosive disasters
Sputnik
Vostok
breaking through the ionosphere
Mercury
Gemini
orbiting below the exosphere
Apolla
Soyuz
tracking Space Stations
Salyut
Skylab
refracting science
Mir
Tiangong
factoring Space Shuttles
launched through earth's atmosphere
Ares
Griffin
orbiting the planet
SpaceX
Dragon
piercing that bloodless hymen
Virgin
hurtling wealthy masses
inventing orgasmic space travel
Mariner
Mars Lander
Sojourner
human reflection
Spirit
Opportunity
human redirection
Curiosity
Perseverance
space travel addiction
further intonation
Tianwen
Zhurong
relevant incarnation
Mangalyaan
Artemis
Mars and beyond
planetary connection
Icarus reincarnated
imagine fondly
fire gods and winged entities
flying galactic revelation

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a song sparrow
comes to my garden
every summer day
that zen he sings
pierces my heart
straight as an arrow
not speaking pardon
his songs are sweet and gay
those cheerful melodies
he freely brings
refresh my soul
with his wondrous art
my little bird
comes to me
reminding me how
some things are right
while I work along the rows
glory reaches down
lifting my heart
every song I've heard
each one so glorious
perfect and magnificently free
carrying me through each precious day
into the magnanimous night
while I tend my cherished garden now
I wait for that sparrow's welcome return
sometimes glimpsing him in flight
so that is how my garden grows
nothing is separate or apart
that blessed little bird
like my sacred garden
replenishes divinity
in my elated mortal heart

 

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I'm shrouded now
wearing a sky blue sheet
covered from head to foot
in one hand
I'm holding holiness
in the other
I'm holding unholy hell
my hands are extended outwards
from each of my devilish
human and angelic sides
on one side stands a holy cow
on the other a demon looking sly
whatever all this really means
only God can truly tell
an angel rides
upon my shoulder
guiding me through my days
at night a ghost appears
some spirit that is much colder
when I'm in a mood
I give that spirit the gears
but still no matter what I do or say
that ghostly spirit stays
I'm demanding now
with another coloured shroud
this time it's snowy white
changing my towering appearance
out in public I startle every crowd
I'm like an apparition or a ghost
no one can honestly tell
if I'm from heaven
or if I've been loosed from hell
I circle groups of people
quiet as a mouse in church
suddenly I'll thunder
making everybody cringe and lurch
from there I'll disappear again
until prophecy is ready
until the time is nearing ripe
on that day I'll appear covered
wearing a shimmering crimson sheet
on my shoulder a long billed snipe
one I've risen from the dead
heading into extinction
finality has overcome
we've failed both the plover and the snipe
for one brief moment
that snipe's will should call
I'll hover o'er a sacred lake
watching countless species fall
even though I'm floating free
enveloped by some translucent mystic air
though no one sees me hover there
all the greed in the world
has blinded people and most don't care
so they never know or clearly see
what species are still alive out there
this once flourishing blue planet
boasting so many varied creatures
winged and finned and legged
every size from big to small
now fewer and fewer
remain to mate and call
so many corrupted features
vanity created this extinction pall
when I am soaring o'er a sacred plain
come down to earth again
I'll remove my crimson shroud
I'll stand on every shoreline
obviously being laughed at
by every jeering crowd
but that angel on my shoulder
is sorrowfully weeping
just like burning me
that holiness I held in my hand
has vanished into the roiling sea
while holy hell is celebrating
knowing that people will never see
they've been such fools
now fueling this tragic bend in things
will usher in this cruel
distinct and crashing end
for creatures like you and me
on that final day
when the consecrated universe
held a solemn funeral
for the desecrated earth
everything was shrouded in black
every existing thing attending
lacking joyful happiness or any mirth
even God and eternity's angels
choirs adorned and draped
bearing eternal long black sheets
surrounding themselves conversely
with relevant external streams
of creation's universal tact
this final shrouded funereal act
deemed absolute and necessary
because of what tactless human's had done
daring careless action and living so adversely
that every sacred poem and song
all of nature's creatures
human carelessness
employing thoughtlessness
had over time destroyed
simply because of selfish human greed
self centredness and crowning blatant egoism
beyond the earthly bounds
past survival and any real need
due to misguided politics and cruel despotism
violating and perverting
all the earthly good
every hopeful spirit and essential seed
human's eventually obliterated
nothing can ever be mitigated
when evil and destruction
construct each daily deed
so shrouded all in black
the universe and God itself
wept tears of universal grief
wishing from the very start
back in that sacred garden
when blessed Eden dwelt
human's had not strayed
but stayed focused on divinity
remained on that infinite holy track
 

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