To
One who is...

Someday
When I grow young
Sitting at your feet

And

I will
Forever after
Feel like I'm complete

Then

You will
With joy and laughter
Gather all the souls

And

We will
Completely understand
For whom the bell tolls

The world is in chaos
Rationality is dead

My role-models are ******
And I'm stuck in my head


The dread! The dread!
It ***** at my legs

It's muck and mire
Here in the dregs
~
From a farther
            vantage point~
It is  ...comical


So
      annoint
                  Your heads,
Adorn your beds
Eat your breads (full of gluten)

Stick your boot in
To the mud
And laugh aloud
Stand
Be proud

Of all your minuscule kingdoms

Comes the fiddling fiend
Comes the lascivious lingerer
Steals away, the sneak, to the bend in the creek
And lies with A lovely light

From the beckoning field
Where the battles were waged, we trade,
Furs and beads will fill their needs
And keep the moon up tonight

And illumine well the fight

Comes the fiddling fiend
Comes the lascivious lingerer
Steals away, the sneak, to the bend in the creek
And lies with a lovely light

From the beckoning field
Where the battles were waged, we trade
Furs and beads will fill their needs
And keep the moon up tonight

And illumine well the fight

In a minute I’ll start again,
It’s the same as it has always been;
With every human’s desire to change,
This whole world of women and men.

Mere cell death has changed me:
Shedding and shredding and shedding this skin
Looking but longing for old points of view;
Looking without what was once within.

Here, with a passing glance,
Chance has shown a glimpse of the true,
For you aren’t a bit who you were before,
Go forth and rejoice for the updated you!

Have you ever had a pivotal moment,
When suddenly all the world seemed to shift?
And everything that you once thought true,
Just left you lost, out at sea, adrift...

In a minute I’ll start again
It’s the same as it always has been
A world with blinders bustles about
Without the courage to look within.

Jesus was a Liberal,
He partied with the rabble,
He’d a brazen disregard for the law,
 
So said the Pharisees...
They thought him full of heresies;
He was stuck firmly in their craw…
 
They thought him radical and tragic
But didn't know the DEEPER magic,
"Let's trap this friggin' upstart", said they
 
His father, a staunch conservative,
Set down some rules, preservative
Of people that he chose back in the day.
 
*Then there’s the Holy Spirit, or "Hoppy" as he likes to be called,
 
He’s harder to pin-down politically… and he has no time for tarrying,
 
On social issues, he's had no comment, or none has yet been scrawled,
 
But rumor has it he's backing the Libertarian

Happy Anniversary
My sorrow cannot bear
Your new adopted tone
Your hollow smiling stare

I cringe at the thought
The thought that kills my sleep
This thing that you have wrought
How he goes in so deep

His character exalt!
His back muscles so rare
It never was your fault
How could you help but stare?

Poseidon in his glory
A tool for you to use
I hope you get your thrills
Not more damage and abuse

You can drive him toward your will
Not like your former “love”
Whose callousness you loathed
Like the late “God above”

So congrats for eluding
The trap you’d been in
Twenty two years is a long time
To keep this crazy spin

Away you go; you win.

Staring at the campfire, tryin’ to think of reasons
Why you were so savage that you went on ahead
Cruelly pantomiming role of “loving wife” for seasons
Messing with my heart and torturing my head

The undetected longings your anxious heart must’ve had
Were hidden so well …even when we did embrace
And there might have been a tiny tell - a sign that things were going bad
But I am blind like justice; and you were gone without a trace


The signs were there in retrospect, many signs that I had missed
I should’ve felt it when we argued, when you tried to make me leave
I should’ve sensed the wandering, detected in each kiss
That you were chained and looking for reprieve

But hindsight gives illumination, and highlights all your lies
Your personality is mimic, assimilate each one
Knowing just the thing to do or say to win your prize
And you’re not satisfied…not ever… ‘til you’ve won

~

Vast...
Nigh unknowable
Quilt stretching out over incalculable
  intervals and distances…
Pulling. Churning.
Alternating between different frames
  of reference
Spinning me nauseas


Look at our local surroundings
Such activity above!
Mere minutes before the untrained eye
Takes notice of
The movers,
Slowly wandering across the speckled expanse


The fire has receded into its undulating
  orange-gray hideout
The satellites are so numerous now…
And the red-orange glow illumines
  your cheek, your neck, and your
  flyaway hair.
A distant owl
A dog’s hollow cry rings out echoing
  off of the hill
Sending this gang into high alert

Small thrush in the understory,
Speckled neck resembling the spray of notes,
Of your calliope song in all its glory,
Resplendent music, the art of throats

Oh ache I ache
Look at my aim
My ache is the answer
Block that shame

Father that baby
Baby that father
Shame your brother
Blubber and bother

Bother that blubber
Sober, I slobber
Clobber that slobber
Aim to smother my lover

With harangues to the beat
That will bloom in this box
I harangue till the end
Blooms ends with tick tocks

Off to sleep I drift
To the land of nudes and spaceships
Same place that I've found myself in countless times before

Same but somehow different
    Funny how in dreams
    The setting always seems
    To be distortions of real places
    Here are my people, but with different faces
Warped and bent, strange incident

Oh what’s it like
To have your heart?
(I guess, my dear, I’ll really never know)
Diane for years
You “played the part”
Until you walked right out that door
And
I
Cannot quite convince myself
To talk to you just yet,
My wounded heart can’t take another blow


You were so cruel
Cut me right in half
And you had not a thing to say
You and your tool
Can have a little laugh
The way you laughed at me that day
And
I’m
Far too trusting
I will never trust someone again
You made sure I cannot know the way

You’re still in my heart
You tore it apart

Time to engage
The turn’s compete
Let’s separate this flesh we have sewn
All of my rage
Will dissipate
And the tears will dry up on their own
And
Di,
I can wish
You had not ever married me at all
Imagination
won’t prevent this fall


I fell in love
With someone once
Don’t think I can recall her name
Which only proves
That I’m the dunce
And I know that you feel the same
Cause
I
See the way
Your mind will keep you thinking you’ll smell sweet
You’re not to blame,
…we all fall at your feet

All hail to the queen
(So very obscene)
All hail to the queen
All hail to the queen

Human Chimneys

Through which pour

All the art and all the gore

Make up the roof of this place

The mystic bog of music and mace

Spice magma made of eurekas & filaments

Lightbulbs like butterflies the primary elements

The pressures from moments build up a good head

And up flies the lava through the living and dead…

By pure chance some catch it, latch-on to a wee bit

Of phoenix-hatchlings, which then briefly will sit

Upon chimney-headed free paupers of soul

So when one’s lips touched to that coal

Seraphim tongs, red-orange glow

From out of this mouth

New paintings

Did flow

Of course, I was raised on those strangers in the pages

And Sunday school schisms and the devil and his rages

Seems to me to be the myst’ry of the ages

But I don’t know where we’re at



And things seem to me to be getting steadily worse

And it pains me so to see the real folks rehearse

And I know all the fakers quoting chapter and verse

But I don’t know where we’re at



If only

Oh, if only…

If only I could see

But the impercipient

Is me

Away he galloped
The gallant savant
Over hill and dale

The sun shone
On his anointed head
And flashed on his mail

With sword in hand
(The sword he'd got
From the Lady of the Lake)

He skewered through
(And sauced it too)
A tender, juicy steak

There are times when I can get me so down

As I’m travelling on the streets of this town

And it don’t take nothing, not a smile or a frown

To bring me back to that place



And I’ll either recover, or snap me clean through

With a smile or a frown…created by you

Respectively – you don’t think that that’s true

But it all comes down to your face



You can imagine what a comfort and joy that it was

When you said, “come on in busy bee, buzz buzz”

Come on in, as you are, take some nectar, fly far,

Let me give of myself, fill your amber-gold jar



But the sweet nectar, being considered a drug,

Has been withheld -in its place a small mug

Of vitamins, minerals, some words, and a tug

But I fall fast and frantic, framing the scar



So it’s back to the fields with the flowers I roam

Back to my drunken dance all the way home

Back to the amber-gold nectar, shalom!

I’m stuck once again in the foam.

YOUR EARS hear every frequency,
Yet YOUR VOICE is imperceptible.

Upside down
Wrong way round
That’s the way the world is

Makes me wonder
If our God
Is sorry he unfurled this

Time is a faucet being slowly opened until the trickle becomes a torrent.
Time is flying by and we’ve been growing together
into one...



You are to me
My everything, True Love,
Filling me with glee,
Ordained by One above

Audaciously you leapt
Into my longing life
And though your mother wept
Steadfast, you quelled her strife

I, kneeling in the leaves
You, in that clownish-dress
Your acquiescence thrilled me
When you uttered, simply, “Yes.”

And now, like melting candles
Our beings intertwine
You hold me by the handles
I drink your kiss like wine…

It’s of the finest vintage
This kiss of yours, so fine
Each lip expressly minted
To snugly fit with mine

The mountains stretch toward heaven
Sky lies down with sea
The Lord has blessed a fallen being
And you are all to me

We're here, at "tomorrow",
Brother, my brother,
Oh sorrow, oh sorrow,
One orthodoxy for another...

When it comes to worry,
You need a reprieve,
And maybe, just maybe
A place to grieve?

Much like you
I didn’t know him
I didn’t show him
How I feel...

But to him, truth
Was absolute,
And his force of will
Was resolute.

The intercessor,
Heaven bless her,
Keep her, sweep her,
I am lesser.

Do I think there’s more?  
Well, just a smidgen…
Avoiding confrontation
THAT’S my religion

Not sure I can say it smooth
Prove true or false? It can't be done.
Inviting bridge or gun, forsooth,
And hence the proof becomes less fun

We need comfort, health, and grace,
We need to wake and clean our space,
We need healing, let's not delay,
A fresh reminder that we're okay

Hate has no place here
So put your tongue to rest
There’s nothing you need fear
No imp upon your chest

Stop grouping them as “they“
Be true to your best creeds
Try seeing things their way
And if the Spirit leads

Try looking past their skew
And past their being trolls
Into their motives true
Into their very souls