tsac  

Plainville    1992 -   

Poems

1 day ago

Of little paws,
innocent, precious ones
their spirit snatched. Gone.
Sold to the Chinese factories
The irony of the elephant.

They hunger for hides
for skins and bones, for coats.
Ignoring the blood
they burn plastic by the ocean -
will justice be so long to come?

A life in a cage
not a choice, taken by force
helpless and broken
how does it feel to melt
when polar ice caps are home?

In the beginning,
authority was given,
with responsibility
for ours is a gift, but why
do we throw Consciousness away?

5.23.13
written with The Sparrow Girl
1 day ago

Of little paws,
innocent, precious ones
their spirit snatched. Gone.
Sold to the Chinese factories
The irony of the elephant.

They hunger for hides
for skins and bones, for coats.
Ignoring the blood
they burn plastic by the ocean -
will justice be so long to come?

A life in a cage
not a choice, taken by force
helpless and broken
how does it feel to melt
when polar ice caps are home?

In the beginning,
authority was given,
with responsibility
for ours is a gift, but why
do we throw Consciousness away?

5.23.13
written with The Sparrow Girl
Mar 2

I realized some truth today
that you gotta sing
to get your troubles away
you gotta play
to drive your doubts away

when my woman told me she
loves the blues
didn't i know
like the good lord do
she take em away too

im like a preacher
so set in my ways
so concerned with graves

i need a woman lordy
she got to need me only
i wanna leave her her heart
and soul everything
except lonely

oh fine woman sittin' next to me
oh, dont you
dont you say we'll meet again

to think she says to me the blues
i love the blues
but how'd i know
like the good lord do
she take em away too

Mar 2

Why do I always have a quarter tank of gas?
Didn’t I fill up yesterday?
Why doesn’t the sky make up its mind?
Is it cloudy or sunny?
What’s going on?
Should I take my glasses off?
Or leave them on?

Where did the time go?
Didn’t I have a lot to do today?
Why don’t I make up my mind?
Am I cloudy? Are you blue?
Where am I going?
Should I have taken that last turn?
Where this road goes, I don’t know?

Why do I always feel half empty?
And why not always half full?
Why aren’t I a better person?
Why can’t make up my mind?

What’s going on?
Should I take my glasses off?
Or leave them on?
Why why why why why
Why do I always have a quarter tank of gas?
Why why why why why?

3.1.13
Feb 19

I have read the words of prophets,
Never in their own hand.
I have seen the words of people
Written about the land.

These are their stories, their tales
As far as I can guess;
These are their thoughts, their hearts,
As deep as they confess.

Miscellaneous task associate,
I was a stock boy no one noticed
Carved into the wooden handrail
Of the stairs leading to the loft:
     "Will I survive?
     Will you survive?
     I think we will.
     I know you will."

Entertained by “Angles and Demons”
Which was quite good, I’d seen it.
In the Movie Theater bathroom, I saw etched
In the tile above the urinal this truth:
     "And he said unto the people
     The only true commandment
     Is thou shalt be strong."

Who is it writing on the stall’s walls?
Pranksters, fools, are they all
Writing without rhyme or reason?
Poetry’s mockers, do they commit treason!
     "Be sure to wipe the seat
     But be warned
     Healthy crabs can jump 10 feet."

This man must have been sad
To contemplate this way, poor lad
He needs to share his lamentation
At his lot in life, his poor celebration:
     "I should have been a pair of ragged claws
     Scuttling across the floors of silent seas."

(hopefully, more to come, people write things on the walls
in strange, special places, I need more ideas here to continue)

2.19.13
Feb 13

I felt truth
that lit my past in light
effaced blurry vision
what passed did not fade away
and I saw
what I was like
has always been as I am now
there are no bad things
just happenings

I saw in a second
that every minute until now
time has only been long
but I am still surprised
at how fast it’s turning
the clouds above
into blue
I can see
in the clear day
and on this starry night, Love

In this world
there are no such things
that happen to you
inconsequential
and if you see
what you truly believe
then you will know
there are no such things
just happenings

There are no such things
as coincidences
things that happen to you
have many consequences
and if you see
what you truly believe
then you will know
there are no such things
just happenings

2.12.13
Feb 4

On the night she left me
I wished for rain
For to walk around in
In the puddles I glimpse
the darkness above
making me question
where is the one I love

On the next morning
I saw the sunrise
She was never gonna make me happy
In the puddles I glimpse
the clouds above
making me question
where is the one I love

I hear embarrassment is
the most sincere form of flattery
I’m sorry babe that I blushed
when I said to you a line
to try and take you mind
as the clouds cant be seen
on the night I wished for rain
the smile you flashed barely unreal
if I said you could make my day
with just one word, would you?
if I said you could take me through the night
with just one word, would you
Tell me your name?

On the night she left me
I wished for rain
for to walk around in

2.3.13
Jan 16

Cause I'm a country boy now
Emmylou
I don't want
to loose you.

Cause I'm a country boy now
My Emmylou
and I don't want to loose you.

Not to wake and find you there
Would make me blue
Every minute I weren't beside you.

Cause I'm a country boy now
Emmylou my blues
Fly over the mountains when I'm with ya
and I don't want you to go

Not to wake and find my Emmylou
Laying next to me in the tall grass
Would make me like the sky
the day you ever left my side.

Cause I'm your country boy now
and I don't want to loose you.

1.16.17
Jan 3

All you need to do
Is needn’t worry
About the time it takes
Your love is coming back to you

All you say
All you do
Your love is coming back to you

All you need to do
Is needn’t worry
If you forget the way

Pay attention to what you say
Be in control of what you choose
And choose to do

All you say
All you do
Will put love back into you

All you need to do
Is needn’t worry
About the time it takes
Your love is coming back to you

1.2.13
Jan 2

no thing special
no thing special for me you see
no thing special
no thing special
but your love you see
no thing special
no thing special for me you see
no thing special
no thing special
but your love you see

I wanted to hold you in my arms
have you anytime of year you see

I wanted not to miss you
have a grand new year

I wanted to hold you in my arms
but I guess its not to be

no thing special
no thing special you see
no thing special
no thing special for me

but your love you see
no thing special
no thing special for me you see
no thing special
no thing special
but your love you see

1.1.13
Jan 2

These words are string
This songs strung round
These words of string
This songs strung round

So don’t get caught up
In the web you made
If you can get up away
Beyond the realm unsaid

These words are string
This worlds strung round
These wanders string
This worlds strung round

So don’t get caught up
In the web you’ve made
If you can get away
Beyond the realm of said things known
Things unsaid unknown understood
It’s better to be there
I heard they once said
It’s better to be good

Jan 2

Where are you going?
Mama, I need to wander
Realize how to find my way home
Mama, I need to wander again
Realize how to get home

I put a house in some one
And they’ve gone away
Mama, I need to wander
How many ways can you say
you love some one?

1.2.13
Jan 2

I thought of you
I took all the right roads
to get to you

All you need to do
Is needn’t worry

I drove all the roads
I took you down
to get to you

And where are you?
Do you see me?
I didn’t see you

All you need to do
Is needn’t worry
I’ll get back to you

All you need to do is love
All you to do is needn’t worry
All you need to do is love

1.2.12
Dec 18, 2012

is this dualism?
have I been made the fool
-- of my mind?
tricking myself with questions
question will I listen?

12.18.12
Dec 15, 2012

I don't know
whose even up there
(in my head)
if it was me then they'd listen
to me -- just shut up a sec

12.15.12
Dec 10, 2012

I don't want you
to feel like you
gotta put your head down
while we walk
by each other.

So I do,
but don't you do it too.
Unless of course you want to.

12.10.12
Dec 10, 2012

I want to believe in Heaven
like my mother does.

I don't want to realize total enlightenment
as much as I want to look at the moon
like you do.

And know the faces.
Your mother and father
are looking down from Heaven
with sister Cathy.
(I’ve never told you
I think I feel her presence
in the wind sometimes
when I play my guitar
outside the Chapel of Mary.)

You told me
your father used to look
at the moon
in the same way you do.
He taught you to
to know you'll be with him again.

I'm glad I can go upstairs
and see your face in the living room
because you’re loved.
Mum, you showed me more
than any spiritual awakening.

It is spiritual awakening.
Love.
I see it now.
Birth.
What you did for me.

And I'll always see your face
in the moon.

12.10.12
I was thinking about my mother, grateful for her each and every day.  I pray she lives a long happy life and we can have more special moments together.
Dec 3, 2012
  1. . .early September
    nine months down
    and cooling off
    2. . .upon the hill
    by the bench of the martyr
    sit with me ,fall
    3. . .and it’s the truth
    have to make peace
    time to live ,move on
    4. . .what’s done is done
    I didn’t lie ,I was honest
    I was smoking a joint
    5. . .now I’m sure
    what comes around goes around
    ,a glimpse of kensho
    6. . .things went bad
    and things got worse
    next verse
    7. . .prepare for the evening
    take a nap
    then sleep throu nite
    8. . .calamine lotion
    red rashes are so itchy
    I want a turn ‘em pink
    9. . .October looking
    like a sickening friend
    slowly going bald
    10. . .hide those sad blue eyes
    there’s no reason more to cry
    time time time just time
    11. . .on these rainy days
    tree trunks disguise themselves green
    birches wear brown dirt
    12. . .crackling wet wood
    smells earthy and feels warm
    dries my wet feet
    13. . .‘you’re looking good tom’
    this beautiful woman says
    she was out of tumultuous dreams
    14. . .last relationship ends
    by giving away my dharma books
    new one starts with Vonnegut
    15. . .muted trumpet sings
    Laura see your face before me
    skin white as moon’s light
    16. . .put your glasses down
    brush black hair back smiling ,lips
    will you let me kiss
    17. . .talking to a girl
    funny to be in bed at home
    she’s so far away alone
    18. . .by the wood pile
    under fading light of fall sun
    feet up . . .
    19. . .been waking up
    earlier an earlier still
    before an alarm
    20. . .look at me
    I’m like a child
    don’t know what do with myself
    21. . .pilgrimage ends
    exactly where it begins
    dream in soft bed
    22. . .I’ve been giving in to body
    but I won’t argue
    . . . I’m tired
    23. . .it’s silly to fight
    our desire in each small breath
    syncopated lungs
    24. . .wish I couldn't hear
    sitting on a fell maple
    the highway's song
    25. . .harry those foot steps
    the days are growing shorter
    let’s call it a night
    26. . .blue jay talk talks
    perched in a tree with orange leaves
    three more in a pine
    27. . .knocking at the door?
    rapping music tapping ,no one
    just you woodpecker
    28. . .I don’t like alone
    the frogs don’t have to croon
    all songs my dirges
    29. . .intoxicate me!
    alcohols no good! I’m a mess!
    where’s happiness?
    30. . .stretch me legs
    minds restless walking drives
    away thoughts others think
    31. . .sight of me is sad
    I can’t get high on what I see
    it’s depressing
    32. . .hurricane howls
    wind and rain hounding land
    dogs on the warpath
    33. . .special time of day
    drive with headlights on
    wearing sun glasses
    34. . . we were together
    waking dreams of our shared love
    then I woke up twice
    35. . .only in nature
    would you try to move mountains
    or simply boulders
    36. . . “decidedly its finter”
    my friend steps  out door and shivers
    “or it’s wall”
    37. . .take coat off in car
    that way it feels warmer when out
    meditating with the woods
    38. . .universe a lines
    bestowing me providence
    write lays in insists
    39. . .Sols rays supporting
    preemptive wake up heaven
    lucid bed scenes seen
    40. . .after image froze
    ephemeral flash before eyed
    phantasms in dark
    41. . .wait not yet fading
    once all the leaves have fell dead
    fall songs will end
    42. . .coffee after noon
    why what a disgraceful sight
    unless it’s cup two
    43. . .ankle deep in leaves
    the piles lead to belief
    autumn still no snow
    44. . .well winter it’s here!
    those leaves hanging rebels cause
    they are still smilin’
    45. . .yerraerrr!
    shaking of the cold shiver
    warm in my motions
    46. . .first snow this season
    first week of November come
    truly still the fall
    47. . .eye dilate add light
    world suddenly brighter
    how about that
    48. . .realize soft poise
    you forgot how long you meditated
    now legs now numb
    49. . .I know yourself
    thought you would want me
    I brought you paper
    50. . .it’s not too cold yet
    you may still enjoy a walk
    so long as you go
    51. . .wind chills these trees
    see how they shake their limbs
    death dance’s pretty
    52. . .can’t you behold
    in some trees the same awe
    as the finer sex?
12.2.12
Nov 29, 2012

Have I been born before
and died before now--
I was born again?

I love you again--
you've always been the one--
you out there we’ve met before now.

We died before
we were born again--
I love you again.

There’s only the searching left
she’s out there wandering
like Eve in the garden.

I always think of her
in the evening
I dream of her.

Did before--
we were born again--
I remembered to--

Love you again--
always been the one--
before now--

I love you again,
why I love dreaming of her,
like Eve in the garden.

11.24.12
Nov 25, 2012

Bright city lights flickering
casting shadows along cold cement streets
dreaming of the ocean's breeze
sirens sound in the dead night
taunting visions escape it all.

I look to the traffic
humming by and then
to the moon which consumed me
in stolen thoughts behind loving eyes
together two will reach blue seas.

An epiphany shared equally
waves of anticipation wash over our feet
and we began to flee
free minds bounding awake
open our eyes on shores smile wide.

Moved in unspeakable ways as
the sun displays a peak of a waking dawn
crawling over us
paradise in a sunbeam
is like a star of hope in the night sky.

We followed that hope
as distant as it may have seemed
we found each other
as we knew one another
in the city two together.

11.24.12
 
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