i've had it so soft
the pain blinded me
did not see the real

old warrior
sits on riverbank
katana drops

the polar bear
stands eight feet tall
behind the bars

smoke rises
from village hearths
baby's sleep

i stink
among the universe

i wondered why not
to turn around and look
i did and was

shallow river
on the sandy bed
bones beneath

"A Scene"

A Man       Long have I sought answers
                Yet now, seeing her, I stand mute.
                What glories, what honours shall be mine
                When I ask of the Goddess Future
                And She tells me what lies ahead.
Goddess
Future      Ask of me what you will
                It is mine to answer plainly.
Man         Future, what shall be my greatest glory
                In times to come?
Fut         Happiness is the greatest treasure
                And is sought by all
                Through many and various means.
                Happiness may be a part of all futures.
Man         Yes, 'tis true
                Happiness is a worthy crown.
                How shall I find my happiness?
                Through wealth, fame, power?
                If this glory is to be mine
                From whence shall it come?
Fut         From love. True happiness
                Comes only through love.
                Not love of money
                Or of clattering applause
                Nor love of deeds greatly done
                Or wars bravely fought
                But simple love.
                To love oneself
                Freely, and daily, and imperfectly
                As in all the affairs of man
                This brings the greatest of all treasures
                Happiness.
Man         Love? Love??
                My greatest glory in all my days
                Shall come through love?!
                By the power that has put us here
                In this darksome void of emptiness
                You are bound to answer all
                And answer plain!
                Yet you stand before me
                Spouting riddles and ancient stories
                Told to fresh weaned children.
                Tell me! Tell me true! Tell me plain!!
                Where and how and when
                Shall I find happiness!!?
Fut         I tell you true and I tell you plain
                As I have always done
                And never were these words hidden
                From anyone's heart.
                They have been lying amongst your feet
                Crowding you and tripping you
                As you travel your daily lives.
                Yet you kick them aside
                Daring not to look down
                Through fear of being devoured
                By life's pains while caring
                Or lest some vain comfort of man
                Pass you by.
                Truly I say
                The ones who find happiness
                Are those open to change.
                For all mankind yearns
                For the missing part
                And accepts what is before them
                To fill the emptiness.
                But only those who recognize
                The ill-fitting lies of
                Worldly miss-pleasures
                And frail human vanities
                Only they are free to continue the search
                And eventually gain, happiness.
Man         Words, hollow words.
                Long have I lived.
                Many are my tales
                Of wearisome toil and effort
                And again all that is found
                Are simple words.
                You, Future
                Who's power it is to know
                The fates of all men
                Answer me with uncertainties.
                Go, go back to where you came from
                Leave me alone.
                I shall rest,
                And tend to my pains and sorrows.
Fut         NO!! There are no uncertainties
                Or riddles in my speech.
                Only to those who love themselves
                And others
                Is given the boon of happiness.
                You, who's ears are small
                And filled with worldly echoes
                Distorting all,
                You stand before a Goddess
                And dismiss Her words
                Rather than admit your error.
                And yet,
                It is the honour and privilege
                Of all free willed man to do so.
                Therefore I shall be silent,
                And leave you,
                At your own bidding.

sept.22,18

residue of thought
my life resounds
in my head
a circular

sept. 2018?

dead dog
on the hot road
soul

sept.18,18

from height a feel
onto solid water
sky of blue

love my spaghetti
love my spaghetti mind oh
yah the spaghetti

i saw a missile
do a left turn in mid air
so **** impressive

you think the world is
***** you don't understand
your the world entire

world does not impute
itself on you you impute
yourself on the world

not even a buddha who can
count the raindrops of a storm
that last a thousand years
can understand another persons karma

a thought in your mind
a wonder of universe
enlightenment    doh

no coincidence
deep mind manifestation
and the world moves on

the constellation
was formed i see the image
forever mirror

ripples are power
resonance is a soft flow
amid universes

the poem is but words
on the page your mind is a
new constellation

she begged me for more
i had but so little left
chocolate ice cream

a moment of silence
negates the universe
oh what a wonderful

i accept input
i think about it
i do what i want

cool calm rain patters
wheels splash puddles soft in dark
old man walks happy

empty is we suffering
cause creates conscious
world moving forward just is

and the mind is true
miracle creator you
we product of time

the eagle high flys
among us in sky mind
you see what you see

my freezer is full
of vegetables and meat
i wonder what to eat

we're all just beautiful
people walking around
imagining other things

feel a little bit like war
the trees have new leaves
i wander in conscious mist

the cloud arises
in true mind of all people
what do we do now

if if only is
imaginary why not
stop playing the game

i am the dog that
sees and wonders to the end
and writes it all down

i do two percent
of what i believe is true
i am not all bad

i don't have to be
perfect i smell am ugly
she's waiting for me

the dog ate the bone
the human ate the fat dog
and i feel so good

To think, or not to think, that is the question.
Shall we draw from out our thoughts the nature
Of the universe? Or shall we grant the
Pressing flow of life's instinctive drives to
Shape our world? Tis a riddle of some magnitude
More subtle than it seems. Our days pass on
And on from infancy and piece by piece
We do amass a store of knowledge so
Vast it does far surpass the threshold of
Our competence. But nature, or God, or
He or She or it, whom we know not of
Yet love and guess upon, has shaped a place
Beyond our conscious realm which treasures all
That's passed before us. And truly, this vaulted
Depth of being is a source of clear wisdom.
Yet the delicate threads of thought ascending
From this center often twist and turn and
Break upon encounter with the tumult
In our lives, and to purge this loss of knowing
Swells a force within out bodies which informs
Us of the impasse, called emotion. And though
Many are the pleasant ways this power
Blooms among us, so many are the painful
Ways this power gloom's among us.

Divine your soul's degree        it is the sucker
Of rotting mind flesh off the bright light core
A red flashing neon exploding door
To heaven is causally over
Looked for excitements and anger little
Rubber hammers of perception tap mind
Tendons born formed or this life conditioned
And we **** **** **** our days away as chattel
To fault-full man-made process rationaled
Buy this! Get wet for this! Dream this! Consume your
HOLE LIFE CONSUME!!! and sigh the wish for more
Stoppage is not in time just now crafted
Body movements speak louder than words blow
Chunks!!!      there's a full heap of actions to go

lazy warm water
with fuzz patch green on large rock
young minnows swimming

young squirrel on snow
at night in darkness looks up
clear sky many stars

never heard angel
speak outside of dream this life
dream on brother dream

the cloud exists in the mind
i see i see now
turn around look at future

dog in the window
thrown there by an angry man
blood dripping down still

i know there was time
i loved all the world in mind
cake on eighth birthday

i am a bear and wall
many things can ****
bear and break wall

i want a spring bonsai tree
possess it as own
shape it to controlling will

the world saved my life
i owe i owe it's off to work i go

i think therefore i am
i do not think therefore
i am not

cigarrette smell room
pungent scent of *** pounds air
essence of journey