Just imagine if
There was no government
There'd be a lot to fear, wouldn't it?
Evil acting agents incognito and anonymous
Despondency'd be common all because of all the seedy peeps
Beady-eyed greedy-acting low power-hungry leniency
Inefficient industry, unreliable currency
Questionable access to guns
Leaving you feelin' unsafe in the city
Unjust evils everywhere
No one with the will to care
Probably cuz they can't get food and lack proper nutrition
Imagine what's left of school's a mess
No community build a fence
Overpay or hard to trade
Can't get rest
Unclean water, can't afford a home
You'll drink to both or smoke to dome
Jobs would be hard to come by but you could finally grow your own
Who not what you knew would matter
More than ever
No one would save us from nuclear fallout weather
No plumbing means the rivers'd fill with feces
People'd cut the trees in greed and leave invasive species
Death to all large native fauna
Replaced with vacant blacktop saunas
And half-cooked concepts that a goverment'd be better
One perspective away from
Holding onto other people's traumas
So I'm not left facing my own
Figure if I keep helping others'
I'll solve mine alone with a poem
As the world crashes
To the world I wish to see
Which me should I be
Martyrs bear its proof:
They've already remembered
I's what they forget
You either smilin'
Or you silent; by choice or
Broke rights and violence
I know reflections
Of a thousand other mirrors
This - the path I tread
Again I'm lost staring into Indra's net
What if you discovered that the puppet master was just a tangle of other puppets...
Interconnectedness is paramount to who we are, to life itself
To get loose is not to get free -- to get free is to love the strings you keep
What's needed to see
World peace -- a miracle, or
Prized beautiful beach!
Plant your heels! Lasso that wave!
Ride, surfer cowboy
Hogtied with the karmic circle
Master's makeshift meal
Weeds whistle with the widow
Mourning matter makes
Loud truck rumbling
A strained love call from tree tops
Man picking mushrooms
An unfiltered listen of early spring
Inherit..h e a v e n
Where a mass of our mistakes
Met the biomass
As of 2020, by estimates, the anthropogenic mass now outweighs all living biomass on earth
That which lily pads
Do not do -- Oh fantastic!
The water shimmers ~
You try to sell your soul
But you can't get no bread for it
Here all the choice that lay beforith
To eat thereof the tree of life an **** it as thy bask fatted in the glory of a newborn star
Or to abstain there frometh an look inside eternal black thusly with knowledge that your stomach's redeeming feast is but a headturn away
The toad does notice
Most the river runs by it
But the whirlpool sings
Relax into the chaos you find at life's periphery
Looking for the void
Constitutes your very bones
Still you labor on
Still seeking the Tao?
Bells, procedures; and
Students learn to break a heart
Before tie a shoe
Those in power lose sleep watching our every move
To go so far as to blanket our world in satellites
But those oppressed have been watching them in excess of ten thousand years
Oh how they long for that kind of control
Their ***** truth is that the meek have already inherited the Earth a hundred times over
The chains were forged for the poor
Blackness is nothing but a convenient excuse
Will you be saved by your skin tone when you are the new lowest on the totem?
What's beyond beyond?
Mind the terrorist
In time, he brings the very peace
You fear is destroyed
Behold, The Revolutionist
Where ends natural?
The fear in our hearts?
Cling to righteousness
When being forced to do the right thing, I hope you choose the wrong thing -- for it holds the new righteous reason
The background to the figure
The canvas to the background
The artist to the canvas
The muse to the artist
The figure to the muse
Once they have control
The many will celebrate
They'll call it world peace
Wait for clarity...
Why mind mud? I see myself
Equally as clear
A new take on an old tale
Funny how we find --
Its like we bury treasure
And "X" in our mind
Was the seed in strife?
From pain did it then emerge?
It must lament death...
Was he then the seeds savior?!
Assurance of life
For mere service to the God
Stripped when fruit was ripe
...Seed sows sorrow now
Bound to the cultivator
Eternal truth found
In strife it may be
But at least then it lived free
When some death seemed bound
A string of haiku tell the story of a cultivar outgrowing a cultivator through the acceptance of death
All the thief may steal
Is Earth that you've distinguished
"Your's" instead of "Our's"
In a patterning in which an infinite number of variables could be considered
There is a why not for every why
When I do transmute
Its only the shaped I move
The shapeless I use
The formless is what provides
That all things fall forgotten
Lends the will to live
Toes up to the stream
Siphoning an allowance
And there was no fee
Mind your oppressors
Who make manifest a world
Where life is not free
Bows to whispers in my heart
When counting spring buds
No woe where I dance
I'm the opulent side of
The carbon cycle
We should take a side
If we grow too invested
Thereby end the play
There is unity in duality
There is harmony in conflict
There is one in the diverse
Mother Earth inhaling to life
Life exhaling to humanity
Humanity inhaling to me
Me exhaling to the mystery
The mystery -- the eternal breath
Does not come in to you
It comes out of you
A rooted figure.
Though too soon the pattern slips,
...Life lasts a lifetime
In memoriam: Noah
My love to you Jill, and to your family.
Unclench grasping fists
Open hands are better poised
To catch mysteries
Is not asked; The sun's love is
Love like that
I remember the weather the day that I met you
Sunny; with a storm in your back pocket
I remember your beauty
Vividly shone through
The tears that you knew to erase it
I was your rock
A cold slab for bleeding
The demons out of your soul
But after four years
You were all bled out
Dried was the well of your anguish
My only hope for us is that you do not linger as I do
One sided affair
The smile you then gave it
Said have a nice life
How do we transmute the mystery?
Withered rose -- framed, shelved;
Her supple scent forgotten
Figure long remains
May the nature of your love be iconoclastic
The sound of tear streams
Tears the patterns asunder --
And she's dead now
And when my moment came in the procession of faces all I could muster was, "I'm sorry it is under these circumstances that I am finally seeing you again"
And you managed, "Better now than never again"
And my eyes are dry but my heart is in a twisted knot of emotion
And I can't decide whether you have played yourself the fool or have spoken the profound wisdom
And I let one tear drop and decide you've done both
As I shake the hand of the father of an old next door neighbor, whom I played with when I was no more than five years old. I only 25 now, she only 27.
And she said,
"The **** I have to deal with is unreal"
And I said,