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 Feb 2016
am i ee
clear night sky
bright stars watch
from overhead

the dripping of
the mountains of
melting snow

waning moon
paused heart
new little friend

her moon time
sent to me
for this time

to keep her
safe from
her boy companions

she is small
sweet & soft
curious & happy

she reminds me
of what i lost
and what i love.....
 Feb 2016
am i ee
a soft halo
surrounding you

i look out
i look up
into the night sky

there you sit
or are you hanging?
or floating?
or orbiting?

who cares?!
you are there!

watching me as
i walk the empty streets
at night

your silent presence
an old friend

winter branches
illuminated by your
soft light

your rays
casting across
the frozen snow

i stop
to sit
to reflect

little sparkles
of glistening
flakes
magically appear

i love you and them
so dear

in times of
strife
many contemplate
many question

the reason for
this life

filled with exquisite pain
lungs so choked hard
you simply cannot breathe

filled with hardship
at every turn

filled with despair
in every moment

filled with opaque
black
voids
so deep & vast
that no end is seen

you sweet moon
and you sweet snowflakes

bring music and love
into my heart
soon i yearn
to dance & sing
with you my noctural
companions
my nocturnal friends

life at its simplest
life at its loveliest
life at its softest
life at its quietest

how blessed am i
to be alone with you
in the sky

the little humans
far far from me

only you
and the balm your light
brings to deep into me.
my love my moon... penned in partial reply to a question a dear friend posed earlier tonight... love you ***
 Feb 2016
Ja
What I want
For Christmas is
Just the barest
Of necessities

All my teeth
Not just two
So when I eat
I can chew

A skip and jump
Back in my step
So each morning
I have some pep

A pair of glasses
Which self defrost
A set of keys
Which don’t get lost

All my hair
Put back in place
So I don’t have
That barren space

A pair of shoes
With self tie laces
So I don’t have to
Reach those places

A set of arteries
That don’t plug
A nice cold beer
Which I can chug

To have someone
My brain equip
With that new fangled
Memory chip

So it can tell me
My intent
When I stood up
And why I went

A bunch of prunes
Which are pre dated
To work just when
I’m constipated

A gizmo that will
So to speak
Turn off my wee wee’s
Little leak

So I don’t have
I’ll just be blunt
Those little dribbles
In the front

A cork that fits
My *** hole, please
So hemorrhoids don’t pop out
Whenever I sneeze

A longer arm
That would pass
Behind my back
To wipe my ***

On this I’ll end
My little list
I don’t want Santa
To get ******
BOEMS BY JA 103
How do you like
To stand in the
Frosty meadow

Minding the free air
Portions penetrate
Your dim auroras

From the laced sit
Of your Hollander
Cold icicles grow

As your gazes
Melt and meet
Barzoi and me.

Walking around
In the morning
Sun. You-stand!
Its a beautiful Sunday!
 Feb 2016
Mikey Pooler
We're gathered round under the soft glow of christmas lights.

The energy gets heavy you can feel it, for once it seems im in a place, for the first time;

I can't explain everything just feels right.
December 12th acid trip
 Jan 2016
am i ee
isn't that ******* over there just me in another dress?

duality
non-duality

yin & yang
the Tao

if everything is
THE ONE

then isn't that
******* just me
looking different?

polar opposites
eternally at play

love hate
weak strong
tall short
female male
soft hard

soft caresses hard knocks
humility huge egos

this field
manifesting
the 10,000 forms

do we get any
choice in them?
in it?
holding all in a space of love and forgivess...
what are these oppressors doing?
what is it meant for?
simply a function of lila?
of the play?

dawn breaks, the sun rises high in the sky,
creatures stir, the insanity of night and moon
abate.....
 Jan 2016
Pearson Bolt
he was radicalized in
the marshes of Vietnam
when they told him to fire
his loaded gun at a
group of school children

a dissident who
marched on Washington
with a Reverend and a King
and read Žižek Zinn and
Chomsky's reflections on direct
action and anarchistic philosophy

a staunch opponent of
police brutality in his
fifties he protested the
****** of Rodney King

he did not go quietly
into the black abyss but
raged against a putrescent
apparatus obsessed with control

he died waiting for the Revolution
I wrote a poem about a gentlemen I'd never met as part of an art project. The only requirement for selecting the stranger was that he/she had to appear in a photograph and I had to believe he/she was dead. This was the result.

https://twitter.com/pearsonbolt/status/692565263699435520
 Jan 2016
Aztec Warrior
STRINGS & SYMMETRY - JIMI & RAINBOWS**

India Pale Ale nestled comfortably
in one hand,
Pilot G-2  .05 rested anxiously in the other.
The ale went down
like it was the end of the day-
smoothe, cold
and tasted like more.
The pen just looked at me,
daring me to let it
caress this page,
spread its inky passion
like the rainbow of colors
Jimi created with his guitar.
ooooo
It reminds me of recent conversations
with Brian Greene
about strings, resonance
and vibration;
about the make up of the universe
and the meaning of symmetry.
Conversations about the harmonics
of Calabi-Yau shapes,
expecially as multi-dimensional
expressions of gravity,
time and space.
ooooo
But I think
if you want to really understand
the elegance of the universe;
feel the fabric of the cosmos
and its loops of energy,
then you have to listen as
the stretching of Jimi's guitar strings
vibrate, bend and fold.
Jimi created rainbows
when he played.
And what are rainbows
but vibrating color in various shapes.
These colors, escaping his guitar
and melting into the vastness of space.
ooooo
Some say Jimi was an alien.
He stayed awhile
but then slipped out again
into the 9th dimension.
But I think
he emerged from the resonance
in a Calabi-Yau hole of infinity
found in the notes of "9 to the Universe".
He then disappeared in the rhythym
of flaming color arising out from
"Voodoo Chile (Slight Return)".
ooooo
Jimi would pick those strings
at Planck length speed
causing flames to leap
and go higher,
igniting the universe
with vibrations of blues
and riotous laughter.
Jimi knew how to fly
and amuse.
He knew how to laugh
and play jokes
on the universe!
He would make us smile,
keep time with our feet,
and 'kiss the sky'.
ooooo
Finishing up the last of the Pale Ale,
putting down the Pilot pen,
I am ready to seek rainbows
and listen to the universe sing.

Aztec Warrior 1.28.16 (re-worked)
If you ever listened to Jimi Hendrix, you know what I mean
 Jan 2016
am i ee
blizzard passes
fluffy snow left
deep footprints

sun comes out
melting mountains of snow
night falls

cold descends
ice freezes hard
top layer of snow

now hard
feet don't
fall deep

owing the universe
a mountain of shoveling
shovel in hand

off i go.....
 Jan 2016
Got Guanxi
Try as I might,
She just wants to fight.

In the dead of the night,
She just wants to fight.

I'm high like a kite,
She just wants to fight

She's the love of my life
but she just wants to fight
This is a  bit tongue in cheek - she's alright x
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