Oh Homey!
With your saxamaphone
Public blaring on your trumpetino
Blowing disconnected tones
All those brassy soons
Hooked after being crassly booked
All those rooks and elected baboons
Mired spin doctors and trumped up aides
Conspiring with all that other fake news
Such flashy minnows and mermaids
Uninspired midst a myriad of pedestrian clues
Misguided avenues so badly cloned
All those stoned mad hatters and ringers
Dangling atop every propped up flag pole
Conscripted singers and wishful bringers
Misdirected politics lacking any realistic soul
Wall bangers seined and netted from a shallow sea
All those bloated tiresome buyers and liars
Standing proud amongst milling crowds of willing town criers
See!
This is how it`s got to be
If you`re not on the big band side
Then you`re not with me
Or so they say
Wringing their hands with macho glee
Towering grand stands sadly painted grey
Trying freedom and unpopular reprisals
Difficulty to even badly float
Sadly an artificial moat disguised as a flagrant plastic sea
Our artificial world's gone crazy with all this mad invention
Flopping out of a maze of petro hell and rabbit holes
Copping out with all those rich rabbits and crazy convention
Our top planet is so seriously sad now
With all these destructive habits
All our good hopes and dreams
Seem to be sinking into stink holes
Somehow the masses find themselves mired and lost
So many lives nothing but a primal scream
Plus the grimy poor get poorer
Still the filthy rich get richer
Rich time and poor tempo
Rhythmically bitter and so out of tune
Addressed by all this worldly glitter
Boasting the caressing sun wakes up
Redressing the earth with a rueful roar
Confessing to one more innocent moon
Misty swooning with all those system secrets
Soon to be more mysterious horror
Rank political winter
Listing with frank intention
Bent on nucleonic frost
Moaning over unrelenting seasons
Unreasonably birthed
Far beyond humanity's tragic core
Homey and that flash big band
Play on at any cost
.

Don't cry for soldiers,
Gone off to war,
Cry for lost peace,
Gone off the rails,
Reeling into the depths of hell,
Chasms where light fails to reach the world,
Wrenched from sweet dreams,
Entrenched in some recurring nightmare,
Phantasmagoria dreaded by all soldiers,
Fantasy bloodied and wounded by the rocky wayside,
Don't cry for fallen soldiers,
Uniformly they had their chosen day,
Marching off to uninformed war,
Starched flags with crude stars and bloody stripes,
Then the ruddy war is over,
Pools of dried blood thick on battlefields,
Like lost love never completely draining away,
Frosty phantoms lingering in every evening mist,
Expunging costly sanity,
Still there revels cruel hate and rigid gravity,
Canyons carved with foolish dimension,
Layer upon ghoulish sedimentary layer,
Eroding history into the encrusted earth,
Tattooing destiny upon our fussing souls,
Sometimes we must be leathery and patient,
Waiting for another weathering thousand years,
Lifetime after patent lifetime,
Egos searching for some repentant soul mate,
Will we find them wretched and laying dead on some battlefield?
Shall we discover they are slain along with peace and haven't been reborn?
Perhaps lovely armistice will invent a fantasy for each one of us,
Breaching beyond the perils of fantastic war,
Reaching beyond feral wounds and tonal scars,
Perhaps where perfumed dreams and tears of joy prevail,
That incensed place where we don't cry for fallen soldiers,
Because commensurate love has won over greedy war,
Remarkable love with its sharp fiery sword,
Piercing the black excessive night,
Progressive light entering once again,
Pondering and responding to flighty peace,
Rephrasing and reshaping bloodied land,
Ragged passion handed to our bleeding hearts,
Wringing compassion out of love for each of us,
Empathy like all that rich and innocent blood,
Spilled fashionably as war won the tough day,
While rills of soldier's tears wash over every rough and broken road,
Cleansing tokens where frill words and trill love were truly not enough.

Geology of Existence

All those things that never leave us
All those tragedies we'll never leave behind
All those memories that dog us til the end of time
All those things in life that have been so unkind
I wonder if we'll ever wake
To find God has touched us
Promising that once we die
Our embittered Soul
God will truly take.

All those sticky webs spiders spin in my head
Catching sorry thoughts and forgotten dreams
All those tragic moments we can't forget
Gripping us and ripping us up in  that stead
On stormy nights ignite our tinder minds with terrible flames
How our tender hearts burn to ash or so it seems
How our broken lives never mend from those cruel games
Still we become the walking dead
Wake each day to wonder who we truly are
Stalked by ghosts that we try to lock away
Cage them in a dark forgotten room in our heads
But somehow those fearsome spectres always find a way out
Even though we scream and shout with terror in our eyes
Realizing hordes of buzzing blue bottle flies
Reality dictates all that angst is never gone
Often hidden with a deceptive disguise.

All those ghosts and spectres that go uncaged
And in their rampaging rage
Tear more bloody strips off of us
Picking and molesting our bleeding wounds and scars
Tearing away every bandage we've sorely tried to attach
Trying to heal and patch those ample things
That nightmares and battles have in their rage
Grossly marked and marred us
Barred us from any peaceful place
All that unrest has constantly tested us
Refusing to stay arrested
Detested by their unmarked graves
Laying low until some muss and fuss
Once again invades our screaming soul
Like some chortling pirate and ghastly ghoul
Creeping in day and night
Beyond every boundary and shore
Taking us prisoner time and time again
Caging us in some horrific place
Where we'll never ever escape
Where we hoped in time we might redeem ourselves  
All our timeless hopes and dreams
Are tossed and broken from hopeless shelves
To the tangibly brutal floor
Where even God can't rescue us
Or piece us together anymore.

All this pain we suffer
All this angst we share
It makes me truly wonder
If God ever truly cared
It makes me wonder with such great sadness
If God is truly there.

What beauty is left when we're torn apart
Is there any bit of love left in any tiny cleft
When our hopes and dreams are smashed apart
What truly matters when life is bitter
So very hard from the very start
Does love have a leg to stand on
When lives are ripped apart and blown away
Or does the devil stand laughing when vultures circle
When packs of hungry wolves stand together and bay
If only the sea would one day calm
If only we could truly heal with some blessed salve and balm
If only we could stand as sisters and brothers
Perhaps then we might find some sacred way
Restoring our Souls and mending our ailing planet
God help us
God help us
In my constant grief and heartfelt tears
I close my eyes and ears
Trying not to see or hear
All those tortured Souls that live in constant fear
So I pray and pray
That perhaps God will one day save us
Perhaps peace and harmony might come and finally stay.

It seems we're on a sinking ship
As we fail and fail
As we stumble and trip
Those raging beasts that stalk us day and night
All those storms and maelstroms that give us fright
All this worldly carnage
That leaves us confused and blind
Making us go crazy
Go out of our blasted minds
It seems there is no redemption
No true love or peace in sight
All the birds have gone
There is sorry silence
No more happy songs
No real love or peace in sight.

Once there stood a Holy singing forest
Now nothing but a razed battlefield
Once a sacred garden grew
Now a ghastly graveyard
Surrounded by a pauper's field
Once a sea of plenty
Now the oceans are sorely empty
Once a blessed dream of man
Now an artificial plastic world
Full of toxic waste and no good plan
A world of radio-active strife
A world full of terrible mess
Like an over flowing stinking garbage can
With less and less blessed natural life.

One deer
She saw me working in my yard
Two deer
Her sonny fawn following
A sunny October afternoon they sensed my calling
Three deer
Her little girl fawn stepping through that silent swell
Through tall stems of wild grass
Into the orchard where apples fell
Under a spectral glow with its autumn yawn
Across the still green carpet that is the orchard lawn
Fourth deer
Elegant head and ears raised tall
Those bright deer eyes so alert
Sun shone as gold and yellow leaves fall
Fifth deer
Stepping lively without much fear
Across that still meadow
They all must have been laying fairly near
Something provoking them
Standing for a moment in their warm grassy beds
Something invoking them to be brave and take a chance
Approaching me as I stood there
Reading their deer minds I quickly knew
An apple or two plus another few
I spoke soft words as first deer came near
Telling her and her two fawns I'd be right back
Across the wet grass I strode
From a cardboard box in the cool back room of my little cabin
Grabbing a handful of recently gathered Russet apples
Back I went along my narrow path
Not far from the shady village road
Knowing my deer friends would still be there
Waiting for these juicy morsels
Patience waiting for my trusted fare
More soft words spoken
I quietly tossed them my little token
Five deer standing in my pleasant yard
Five tawny friends that come to me
Fearless trust yet still on guard
Such brave and gentle ones
Their big bright eyes all watching me
Those gentle deer with their unmatched beauty
Attached to sweet apples they most certainly see
So I watch as they crunch that rich fruit
Munching munching as I quietly stand
Admiring my uncommon friends with my open hand
This common scene I entertain with genuine glee
They freely finish that fruit from the generous Russet tree
Prancing away with their bright white flags held in place
Still I stand and watch with a smile on my old gray face
As they trustingly turn and wander alas
Away away into that wild field of tall autumn grass

Haiku Wednesday 


So much poetry

Distilled letters and words

Sunsets and moondrops

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Day and night on earth

Our sun is revolving

Evolving like us

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All your loftiness

Remarkable dignity

Letting go for good

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When the house burns down

When the storm fails to subside

All those tears we cry

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 Honesty and truth

Where do we find the answers?

Dreams our Soul tells us

Another Dream and How It Always Goes

It's odd how things go,
Love is one of those odd things,
I'll never have or truly know,
I was wondering when you'd show up again,
It's strange how life and love goes,
Suddenly you're so very near,
Come from so very far away,
I was wondering if you'd ever show up again,
If only in my varied dreams,
Then as I feared you've gone again,
So it always goes it seems,
You never come to truly stay,
I was wondering if you'd ever show up here again,
You must know you still wound my fragile heart,
It's strange how life and love always goes,
Even though all these years we've been far apart,
Love is one of those things I'll never truly know,
So many heart felt things I'd like to say,
I was wondering if you'd ever show up again,
But you never come to really stay,
Then unexpectedly you appear in my dreams,
In my heart I've always hoped you'd come to stay,
Then just as quickly as you appeared,
You turn again it always seems,
And suddenly you've gone away.

One last wretched crouching tiger
Hidden by a field of fetching grass so tall
All that vetch and rice in China which has relevantly spoiled
All those drunk and dying birds that stagger and infinitely fall
All that lean Amazon beef gleaned from jungle that greedy men have soiled
All that boiled ocean fish so enriched with canned mercury
All those poisoned streams and crammed with plastic rivers
All those blind politicians and egocentric preachers steeped by perjury
All those stitched-up elk and moose with corrupted livers
All those eco-remnants the world weeps for with this fatal injury
All those bleak and testy sunsets so strange they make us shiver
That one lone wild rhino so meek and quivering
Every blatant night I watch the bitter moon cringe and cry
We can't educate the failing sea when it refuses to atone
Every blinking star might similarly choose to disappear
Shrinking nature lastly delivered by some shrieking memory alone
Every engaging day shall go blind with stinking rage and fear
Every flirt and irksome prayer will surely go unheard
As the world shirks and turns to darkness by and by
No matter how petrified we seem or what we finally try.