"Life's Blood"

God
Do not take this from me
Help me deal with it

"Let Them Touch Our Hearts"

There are things unstoppable by man
That will haunt us if we let them.

The ailing men and women, in ill and broken bodies.
Wanting to speak and walk, wanting to see and do,
But bound to disordered flesh, continuously.

The quiet men and women, unaware we think,
Yet maybe not. Sane or insane, or asleep,
They lie there in their bodies, breathing slowly.

The legion men and women, lost in tortured worlds.
Living hells of thought darkly shaped by nature,
Or by nurture, or willfully self imposed.

Let us let them touch our hearts with fire
'Till we scream out in love to the One who is there,
"Please, please, come and help them!"

Then, while waiting, let us do what we can.

"Learning"


                    Through the years and upon the bones of those
                    Who have gone before we build our world, and
                    Now have attained such heights that to our
                    Curious view appears the hoarded wealth of ages
                    Bound in the written word. For time upon time
                    The mind of man has sought to name the shapes
                    And forms that touch the sense, but dim with fault
                    We have brought forth countless laws and rules
                    Of thought that see the world and man as separate.
                    Lost along this errant path to wisdom
                    We have wandered far amongst the noxious weeds
                    And humanly we see the here and now
                    As truth. Dynamically our wills resist
                    The pains of change, and slowly do we move
                    Towards a clearer way. Knowledge is born
                    Of the constant struggle of force with force
                    And the foremost force impacting is ourselves.
                    From day to day our contacts with the various
                    Traits of nature, and aspects of humanity
                    Stirs within our hearts the answers to their
                    Conquest. And its this involvement of the self
                    In the activity of life which is
                    Our true and only source, of learning.

"Learn or Else 1"



I must learn
To let things be
Wrong
Or else
I must learn
To live life
Blind

"Leading The Race"


Blind man mumbling words spill out profusely
Gobs of self importance stroked lovingly
To life in the present world only dead
To eternity minus a speck they
Won't be missed a form in the emptiness
Of sense satiation mind candy habit soul
Prison just the same as grief music drugs
Pain excitation's in all there sopo
Haze leading the race to nowhere with passion

"L"

Lately leisure
wafts liberally
with calming lotus
and lucid lyre.

"Kiss"


Kiss the angel scented silence
       open mouth