"Heavy Wasting"


                    How truly I despise the heavy, wasting
                    Lethargy that had entombed my soul in
                    Life's stagnant morass, the bleak and bilious
                    Sludge waters of depressive thought. Yet this
                    Common, painful, aspect of life devouring
                    Us, molding us, choking us, is but one
                    Of many stabs and ****** assailing us
                    Maiming us, killing us. The uncountable
                    Steps of all humanity have been amid
                    An indifferent universe, forming
                    And shaping with pleasures and ills. We are
                    Part of the whole, not its center, and the
                    Depths and heights we reach are our own. Unique
                    Individual, unfavoured, free, we
                    Are cast into life a seed, a potential
                    Of being, a glimmer in the eye of
                    What passes for god. We inspire the
                    Eternal infinite variety
                    Moment by moment, unending, and we
                    Become enmeshed in what we have perceived
                    How we have perceived it. Flowing, growing
                    We are grains of sand, beautiful, lovely,
                    Temporary, grains of sand on a billion
                    Worlds. Or, we may be tortured souls, wandering
                    Among countless vile beings defiling
                    Us at every turn. Often, much, much, much
                    More often than we know, the choice is ours.

Hear the lessons ever shouted from the
Children past and future in this mind we
Hold together jointly swaying to the
Rhythm of compassion that is centered in
This shape called human being varied
Hues and thoughts and attributes commingling
And dependent on each other for the
Breath of life that ebbs and swells united

"40 yrs of Ignorance"




this tool of magnificence
        this body
                this form
        soon to be
                   fertilizer
                       smoke
                   empty vessel

the wandering mist
        has left the building
               again
                    and again

we are here
          we are aggregate
                what the hell is choice ?
                          move if you are able

the vagarie pulse
          the urge to bark
                  the push to bite
        the     why oh dear god why ! ! ?

i would not have believed it
           if i had not done the experiment
                         myself

ready or not
               the 40 yr curse
                          the power flow unsteerable

     was part a ******* sugar buzz

and that aint no ******* man

         that aint     no     bull     ****

From the depths of hell I rise
And touch the gates of heaven
They do not open to my voice
They open at the will of the me
I do not know and have never seen
Somewhere deep inside
I wait
Willingly

"From Dust"


From dust to dust a time frame
       Cravings gather dust
To sentient coils infinitude
       Of ego self and i.

A standing wave of universe
       Gifts a conscious life
It thinks! And in it's centric way
       Proudly creates the sky.

Sprung effect of cosmic mote
       Fleeting cognate span
Can such a phenom limited
       Ever fathom why?

From Bellow



the frogs bellow our names from below
heaven a marsh dank and deep of stink
under moon and bat and stars like salt
on your round brown *******
my world complete for the moment
your soft entire touches me love from
dizzy head to cold wet toes on the grass
an empty bottle crumbs of bread and us
together for our first and last union of
sweat and tongue and all that is a man
and a woman we were something beyond

"Jasmine"


the glassy grasshoppers shatter
when bitten       with straight white teeth
chilled yellow peach pulp       a glacier
low blond table wood       biting silk liquid
fresh hyacinth       jasmine
music       plunk on plunk
pearl skin       soft cloud
rose petal       lips