The weight in my chest,
                                           beats,
              Does Fate make a test,
                                                      then cheats?
                                Does Karma ever rest,
                                                                      or sleep?,

or
do you know
how to show
one, you love yourself,
                                    to then love another,
                                   or even all the others?
           Not just jaded Sisters and Brothers,
do you know
the lover of your soul,
by example paid the toll,
                                            for eternity,
                                            stark humility,
do you know
the humanity,
measured by Stars,
                                  across every night sky,
                                  since the Word of God,
spoke,
            do you know I have always wanted
             to hear those first words, echoed
             I am sure, that stirred creation,

do you know
that every living thing,
is beautiful and can bring,

me to tears.
Of Wonder.
Of Awe.

overstuffed places
it all has faces,
names and dates
all things rate,

another chance,

like my garage,
an assault, a barrage,
on the eyes, and the mind
you will despise, or go blind

if you stare too long,

how did it get this way
you ask,
up to the task,
close the door and stay away!

not a good thing,

life gets in the way,
of the every day
put things back where they belong,
works but, won't be a top forty song,

not even if by Lennon and McCartney

years and years and years of rushing
give it to dad he will put it in the garage,
if that is a garage, then life is a mirage,
if was a large toilet, clogged while flushing,

then somebody call a plumber,

there will be order out of chaos of decades,
willing to give away what won't be thrown,
willing to throw away what can't be recycled,
willing to recycle what can't be sold,
willing to do it now before sounding old and aged,

and bequeath it all to the Family

Categories for this story, camping, car supplies,
tools and hardware
work bench, spare fridge, rock art,
oh did I forget Christmas trees and ornaments
oldest son's stuff, table saw, winter tires,

the three Amigo's

Garbage, Recycling and Organics,
The Bin brothers,
The scooter and display shelves,
sounds simple, sounds divine,

The Name is Clutter
Good night, I'll be fine.


Really.

insects buzz, noises
that say they own nothing at
all, but only eat

Deliver me, from my place and my fate
but there is, somewhere I would rather be,
Take my woes, and my ugly toes,
Cleanly I will walk, clearly then I will see.

Hold my hands and stretch my arms, across my chest,
but there is scenery that I have yet to see,
Take my dreams awash, and if wishes could be horses,
Waves of that sleep carry me, above the stampede.

Send me away, call me a disgrace at play, "act your age,"
but the child disappeared before he matured,
Take my flesh and rend it, my carcass and upend it,
No longer sensitive, again and again, now inured.

Rather have flames lick and heal me.

Walk to where the arc bows, sky meets the ground,
but there is no colour at the end, all is dark,
Take what is, all there was, and all there ever will be,
In the shadow of the rainbow, there is a park.

There is a Bridge.

Some who are warriors always pass,
Some who are honest leaders enter slow, heads bowed low,
Some who have no business, just show up, say some words,
then flock off together like birds, without honour,
Some who are scarred beyond recognition,
their flesh, their wounds,
turmoil tearing at their will,  
there was no Earthly peace, life awaits beyond the Bridge, ...
Valhalla, echoes Odins voice "Velkommen"

The ideas percolate,
in minutes, or hours,
maybe Days, Weeks, Even
                                                years.
But in the moment,
                                  they pour,
       in the moment,
                                   they are,
            the moment,
                                   voiced.
Choices like razor wire,
concentration becomes concertina,
frustrated silencers take the sound
from the words that explode, that explode
like a flocking group of birds,
                                                     and take flight,
in the air around,
the turbulence surround you,
their number dumfound you and the head
                                                                ­          above the watery tears,
                                                                ­ go ahead give into your fears,
go speak in rhymes,
write with a right legged limp while
your head pivots and swivels without focus,
pop the pills and mainline, you bought the hocus pocus,
the revelation describes things in numbers swarming locusts,
you been seeing that trip
across the desert for hours,
how does it feel to be in charge of the powerless?

Instead of plugging into power lines with power cords, looking for out-
lets,
use **** up white lines,
you pretend to be an energized bunny
this isn't funny.

In the moment straight and sane
in the moment sobered by pain,
In the moment stinking thinking
takes
          a
back
          seat,
you have a friend you ignore,
you keep the lifestyle and hit
repeat,
you are after all, in control, right up until your last breath.
you are after all............................................your last breath.

transparent tremors
venous inlaid filaments
make wings,
blue and gold and many a hue,
segmented body
prominent eyes,
oddity?
dodge, float,
hover, gloat,
near you hand or facing you,
they dance to the music of their wings,
listen closely, the peace it brings
ugly beauty the dragon fly,
mesmerizing the Dragonflyght