if we had no rhythm
everything discordant
who would want to sing
if everything refused to vibrate
where would we be now
if light decided not to shine
would God still exist
or is God like light
something untouchable and divine
going where we're going
all those prophetic signs
along our storied way
glory some may say
ringing with universal design
sacred resonance
enlightening our spiritual way
this rhythm we keep
both  day and night
these songs we sing
something good and right
showering the world
with hope and joy
sharing celestial light
nurturing every glorious girl and boy

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once
or twice
I saw love
painted blue
stone cold
spice smeared upon
a seaside wall
cheap canned sardines
said graffiti read
love's way too steep
don't slip or fall
speak about bleeding
emotions calling
this immense and tall thing  
whatever spoke
sometimes wedged
oft times ragged
calling love
something dredged
summoned  
dragged out
of a careless sea
what if morbid love
a shameless part
begot more heart
then we're jolted
one massive shove
something wrangled
dangling true love it seems
a crowning part
what isn't real
overwhelmed and drowning
that's the real deal
all that kissing and other wet
supposed love
what should we feel
tidal love
washing over us
coming then going
what should love be
rapids and canyons
flooded beaches
mangrove and tidal flats
brooding ocean
flowing in and out
stunned by an anchoring weight
welded to this oceanic heart
molten love affairs
enigmatic magma
flowing o'er a tidal chart
steam and vapour
from a cold deep sea
why do we
derail ourselves
punish and chain  
nail ourselves
to some dead weight tree
why do we
scuttle ourselves
allow muddled love
to rip and tear us up
love doesn't set us free
love chews us up
love's tinned poison
breakfast and supper
dams and irrigation
filling our cup
drip by irrational drip
lovely relational tears
blaming and flowing
under love's
for our sake sun
so chiseled love
sculpting marbled fears
etching magic symbols
onto stone cold walls
scratch out more
tragic heartbreak
matched with costly love
taking and catching
every and all
dreamers aching to bleed
love's points and spires
dreaming for love's sake
honey and cream
when we wake
then true love falls

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I'm not
an actor
neither
a musician
nor
a dancer
I'm not
a writer
neither
a poet
nor
an artist
so what
am I
a digit
just blip
spit
on a map
just one
across thought
this universe
simply atomic
living energy
mnemonic light
perfect synergy
existing
in my own
energetic
right

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throw life
at the wall
see what sticks
what monsters slither
leathery and ugly
how gambling is measured
ruggedly scary and monstrously tall
who do you call
some hell dogs
so boundaries and tethers
sanity can be customized
humanity is consuming and shopping
self serving and itemized
something always hoping
flickering candles in the wind
just be good and kind
those things we do
those things that stick
somethings true
sometimes a trick
those four walls
keeping us in the dark
we stumble and fall
feel the earth rumble
admission of those vain sins
while the sky keeps telling lies
still the heart of the world bleeds
gods and even aliens must die
eventually it all comes down
words and feelings apply
communication breakdown
redemption and condemnation
sticky things
often life's rude reply
basically nature
is it sunlight
we seek
or actual starlight
integrally either is right
being blinded
by the light
catchy either way
still we're flesh and blood
day and night
finding breath and need
if we tossed thought
against a pretentious wall
unrehearsed what would stick
something stuck in my brain
maybe crazy and insane
maybe vanity and profane
perhaps patience and compassion
clearly some understanding
finding hopeful sanity
truth finally
that spiritual moment
waking in heaven
wondering what went right and wrong
was it snake eyes or lucky seven
those numerous thoughtful things
sliding down a quavering wall
wagering whether we rise or fall
so this sticky heaven
come quivering one
come sticky all

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purge me
so vain
I see
everything
different now
light
turgid itself
rearranged
deep within
my psycho brain
rain drops
dashing away
every strange image
hurt into play
every mountain range thought
relinquished from my fatted brain
emerge anew
resilient
all that silence
true resilience
distance merely means
far away
so I can't
touch you
yet I feel
urgent it seems
purge with me
this soft vanity
I see
sweet urgency
purging
everything
that once
was you
and me

      * * *

 

I sat
this old fellow
quite quiet
still waiting
still beside
that same
old woman
pondering right
at the edge
of what was
good and left
of that
same
old river
watching desert
water
now merely
measured
as a melancholy
trickle
where pleasure
and lovers
together
once watched
love's tender
touch
water's mindful
rush
still love
wells up
with tears
fellow streams
in both
our aging
eyes
and in
our ghetto
hearts
mellow
pulling strings
so we
ultimately remain
anchored
and alone
still a bank
of frank love
and that
old woman
spelling
and calling out
history
and old love
still an ocean
of tears
motion
in our souls
and crying
eyes
and in
our emotional
hearts
love pulls
and tries
irrationally disguised
by hopes
and prayers
so many fears
making tearful
love
compose
sweetheart aires
recite
heartfelt poems
that only
sometimes
risk a kiss
seldom decide
or commit
to rhyme
mirror something
that is
joy and bliss
something
that is yours and mine

            * * * 

 

in the cave
cool damp exists
God save us
every viral plague and storm
what can God resist
that raging sun
should life cease and desist
a cagey norm
no matter how fast
we fly and run
in the cave
resist complaint
sample temporal cool
just for fun
nothing is ever new
under God's sage sun
everything and everyone
sophisticated fools with sophisticated tools
binding and blinding us anew
a spartan moon with a blazing sun

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