I want the sensation
I felt before
Only more
Again I do what I did
I feel the peak
And deem it
good

Oh, to shed a tear
         In times of woe
What a mighty balm.

The self
Of the here and now
Is different from
The self
Of the here and now

If i have to live a little bent
From the common straight and narrow

Disparity of inner vision
Is acceptable to me now

How better to peer beyond the walls
Of socially formed realities

This sight is governed as my bones
Unconscious physics of life mostly

Yet joints i have and mind waves too
All of we mysterious and deep

Nothing new can pass the pen a face
Is but a face for all that

But to sing the tones revealed in clouds
Of thought that are the wellspring of this

May add a drop of compassion to
The ocean of sentient beings

Then what is there for me to do but
Seize the task with open hand and write?

Choices have come to us
Vital, alarming, deadly, painful.
It is time! It is time!!
To choose the new way
With free will and foresight
And love holding together
The one race which exists.

I did not wake up today
With a gnawing fear or dread
To mark this day as special
Or important in any way.
No forewarning of doom tugged
At the back of my mind. The
Sun rose plain and calm, and
Shed no extra light upon me
As I started to work, clearing
And ploughing some land.
Around noon, as my back and
Arms began to ache for a rest
I saw the men come walking
Towards me. I did not notice
Until they were quite close
The hatred in their eyes, or
The rope they carried with them.
My struggles were brief, due
To the axe handle they used to
Beat me with. I think they
Broke my arm, but I'm not
Sure, and it really doesn't
Matter now anyway. They
Pushed me and kicked me
Down the road, and the whole
Time they were yelling about
Some ***** ****** who stole a
Pig from the Johnson farm
The night before. I tried,
Oh how I tried, to tell them it
Wasn't me, but they just kept
On, shouting and hitting.
When the noose went around
My neck, I began screaming.
They didn't hesitate one bit.
They just threw the other end
Of the rope over a fat branch
On a maple tree, and hauled
Me up. I don't remember dying.
I think I passed out first.
I'm not sure. And it really doesn't
Matter now anyway. I haven't seen
God yet, but when I do, I'm
Going to ask Him why? Just, why?
Just, Why?!Why?!Why?!Why?!Why?!
I really do not see, how He
Can give me an answer
That is good enough.

"Traveling"


Oh,
The swing/shift is awesome
A whole different universe
Appears, then
Disappears, then
Reappears, and
I feel it all
I belong
Not in the middle
But as I am
Traveling