"There is a wisdom that is Woe........
But there is a Woe that is Madness"
-Moby ****
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To speak from inside of it is impossible
The words carry layers, just too many to count
References and explanations the obstacle
Terms laden with meaning, impractical to mount
To speak from without would simply be of no use
Layout of the land does not reveal the anguish
To describe it leaves too much for you to deduce
Imagine all the people, no common language
Certainly no shortage of proposed solutions
Entire industry devoted to the thought
The result, one observes, wholly new pollutions
Bottled, put on the shelf and waiting to be bought
Even the most innocent added to the mix
The symbols of childhood given a new context
However, so trite to now offer some new fix
To pretend, needed just a change to a subtext
This will be done, or not, by the patient alone
If history our guide, the result clearly known
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
the reversal was shocking
what had started out
(no that's not right
it started long before that
the history in fact went all the way back
to the beginning)
as an explanation
(an expression)
of
(and here is the heart of it)
a simple fear
simply
got the best of him
the reason he had not said it
(and to be truthful
he didn't know this ahead of time)
was
that, finally
made it real
(Once you say it
it cannot be taken back)
And....
it was if the floor fell away
If she hadn't been there
begs the question of what
would have been the bottom
But she was...
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 10:35 PM UTC
It is here
Long breath is needed
Only the Great Ones will reach
The small ones must wait for their return
The Season is coming
The time of New Life
There is a long journey
And the timing must be correct
There has been Death
The Song still rings the World
But there are fewer singing
I remember their Voices
When we go down
We will sing the names of the Great Ones
Those who have passed from the Now
Their echoes will show us the way
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
has the meaning been found
or found not to be findable?
see what can be done with words
that thought that those metaphors
the things we use to signal something else
are the basis for how we see ourselves
start with some simple rules
build a reality whole cloth
our own personal Genesis
I see you sleeping there
can compare you to a million things
yet not one of them is you
not really, in a real way
if that can even be defined
where I run up against the edge
looking for a sign, something like
the moon rising out at sea
right here, and still so far away
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC
There was a moment
it was like what they call deja vu
She was one of those women
I think she worked in a store
Or a laundry, its been a while
Tell you the truth, I didn't care
Listening was never my my thing
Her mind wasn't what I was after
But what I did hear
Seemed like a script, well practised
She claimed she already had a man
But it was like the words were meaningless
And I remembered another one, a while before
Like her but not the same
Saying something roughly similar
And it didn't hit me until later
And when I say later
I mean after the fights and the yelling
After the slammed doors and tears
Just like the times before
Those very available
and yet somehow impossible to reach
Women, that seemed to fill up my life
Found them everywhere I went
That went on for a quite a while
Seems so **** obvious now.
The only excuse I have
I was young
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
Blue eyes, wonder. open for the first time
A place, serene, cold water, stars above
Forgiveness, no need to even speak of
a truth, I have found, wrapped up in a rhyme
A stranger, Kindness, an act without fear
The giving done without thought of payment
To walk alone, no thought of containment
A morning, deep fog and a white-tail deer
The chance taken, Lots thrown in league with Fate
Still Lovely as I watch time sculpt your face
A quiet hour, you, in my embrace
The moments pause outside a well-known gate
Cast off, set sail, nothing ahead but sea
The touch, that to this very day, heals me
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
If you are going to write poetry
you want to write something everyday
get into the habit
of finding something to express
Today the challenge is
say something about rain
I could write about driving
a couple of hours right into the teeth
And right at that time, this time of year
when it is getting dark
The headlights are on
but they are not doing very much
The experience of that little tug
The water on the road sends a message
slow down, there is no hurry
All those commercials come to mind
selling you new tires
the ones that hold the road
Then you hit new pavement, construction
they don't have the lines down yet
so it is kind of a guess
you look for those little marks they use
where the lines will be
other people don't find them
The back roads at least you know
just be careful the harvest is still on
that big machinery can track a wall of mud
and drop it right in the middle of the lane
you are currently trying to stay in
and make for a bad few seconds
There is also the element of the ground
the fields are emptying, left cold and wet
the rows are starting to fill with water
it is coming down hard and has been for a while
There is the thought, at least it's not snow
Not yet...but that will come and soon
But this is not new in any way
Everyone, well, anyone who drives
either knows this, or will learn
but really that is not the point
the point is to get home safe, sit down
and write something about rain
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
Q)
What is consciousness?
A)
An analogy
Walk into an orchard early on a misty morning
The trees have birds and fruit, both growing
You can see a few rows in any direction
The horizon is not visible
The birds are talking among themselves
and to their neighbors, signals exchanged
The same for the trees, messages sent
both through the air and underground
Meanwhile, information is incoming
even from beyond what can be seen
Of course, this has been relayed, perhaps
a number of times, and may in some way be corrupted
In this example that mist never goes away
You never see the entire orchard, no matter
how far you walk, because it is always changing
You cannot understand all the signals
Your perception is always what is just around you
The reality is a much larger thing
mostly unexplored and open to interpretation
Even the wind in the leaves has something to say
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
There is always a road,
The sea, dark hair, dolor.
Always a question
Bigger than itself—
They say you’re leaving Monday
Why can’t you leave on Tuesday?
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I got your note
had to look up dolor
you know more words than I do
you are sweet
And yeah,
there are questions
Bigger than all of us
I get that
But
Hanging on another day....
This is hard enough
No point
I'm sorry
If this might seem unkind
I am not going to start lying to you
Now
I know
You won't believe me
I didn't the first time either
It's hard
Look
I'm not immune
I know what that moment was
We danced
But
That is what it was, a moment
The sun comes up
Eventually
A mistake
To try and make it
Something else, than what it is
Never works
Goodbye
I will promise you one thing
I will think of you for a long time
I swear
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
How does that go.....
How many Moons?
Our own little Lunar stockpile
filling up the pantry now.
...and still
...sometimes you wonder...
worry how I see you.
What my real feelings are.
it is a momentary thing...
and if I could
eliminate all of your doubts
so you never gave it another thought
perfect self-assurance
The very center of confidence
I am not sure I would do it
you would be a very different person
And I wouldn't get to write you poems
to make your fears go away.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC