yes can future see
thousand miles filled much more yet
present mystery

there are no exits
but the ones we do create
this here is just now

i am not a monk
from tibet just want to say
**** happens it hurts

i plan to live till
ninety i hear laughter now
see you there my friend

i walk an empty
path and think it is true lie
so here i am now

saw the demon in your eye
fell in love with you
take me there again sweet one

pain don't matter now
breath and blood all important
sound the speech of war

the human race is
mother and i must suckle
or die a rare death

if no suffering
there is no true compassion
we thrive compassion

differentiate between
   the obscure of time
and the real now
   falling forward

no place is here true
   but a piece of what
can be is whatever

i smile and drift
   my mind and this
is but a short poem

alive is success
you are successful now yes
what step next now yes

i saw a small bird
it did not see me at all
i superfluous

what golden meaning
perceived when in this moment
is but reflection

only know where i
have been going to a new
place again again

we are a no one
in the realm of never was
we create the world

the present is now
told a thousand years ago
and we stand conscious

i dream of lovely others
my mind wonders softly
you are there

why is dog the best
friend we have so much in this
common mind touching

you changed all that was
we built here now together
and this is just love

do you walk upon
water the exigent wet
do fishes know swim

lost in the desert of noise
eating greasy gobs
pain is the penalty of life
drugging in the hotel bathroom
spitting out the window
trashing all there is
complaining about the ****** mess
screaming no i didn't do this

could there be a place for me tonight
up to heaven in the sky of lights
thinking of a place for you and me
any where's okay with me
where were going i don't care i'm there
and want to be with you forever

into the world i walk
again and again
or only once
i do not know

i dream this existance
the manifest now
i can change this existnce
the manifest now

but some  choices shorten
years of life
and causes the pain
i want to avoid

sometimes i don't know where to go
who or what is to blame
for my misery
guess and guess again

or see and see and see
what you don't want to
and call this life a memory
alive

haiku 20/11/3e

i see i see i
hear i hear i know not what
is the now the now

i see the nevermore
   again and again
never happened never will
   yet it drives my mind
to distraction of cognition
   what else is there
but a choice moment by moment
   a difficult task

i went to the narrow bridge
it was not that narrow
scaled the cliffs of death
i lived
went to the cavern of sorrow
cried and cried and cried
walked to the very end
it did not end
pondered the greatest riddle
the keeper gave up first

woke up looked in the mirror

haiku 20/11/3f

i am not teacher
you are not ignorant mind
you create meaning

my philosophy
full kindness without quarter
do practice poorly

large dead red dog road
flow the tears on cold young face
rain on dark slick path

haiku 20/11/5x

you coward amen
not soul saver till the end
no you were just a man

haiku 22/1/9

common stealth of a
dream moving to the hidden
i awake to soon

kneeling behind a grave stone
smiling for the pictures
ha ha ha ha ha

haiku 20/11/10b

at the mossy grave
asked to be alone and am
pretending to pray

haiku 22/1/7a

the difficulty
the clamor the tumult the
peace the wonderful

change 18/9/3

the little child
in the tiny bed
went to sleep one night
and dreamed

of a magic kingdom
"here you are now"
said the unicorn
"why did you come now"

and the child said
"i wanted to see what was beyond"
"beyond what" said the unicorn
"beyond what i see" the child said

a large bear then entered the circle
"there are always things beyond what you can see
little child who can tell the future
good night and sleep well my child peace "

"brother bear where does change arrive from
but the place beyond the known "
said the little child in her dream

18/9/20

have i said this before
have i dreamed this before
or is it now,,,,,,,, i say
a word or two

call the name of the demon
call the name of the lord
where is the truest meaning
in the beginning was the word

i will live forever
in the spiritual thoughts of many
i will live till i don't remember
the fragrant thoughts of many

peace be unto you my friend
abscense of conflict is peace
external circumstance is not the end
but soft is internal surcease

i thought i was a voice
in the wilderness
until i heard a voice
in the wilderness

what can be is be
does not make sense a finger
pointing is not sun

can you hear the voices
shouting out of nowhere
always saying live or die

don't listen to the others
walking on forever
blindly till they fall

the sun shines
through the ***** blinds
a mind is but a kind
of never ending story

saw a spectre in
the joy of life it belongs
there to the end times

you do not know
   i hear you singing
you dream a dream
   and i am there
i see our hearts combined
   and the fear but air
call the clouds a heaven
   i see our destiny
love is life forgiven
   a soul is you and me

thought a half and
   did a half and
      dreamed a half again

worked until the sun
   was set slumped home
      in the dark

can there be a lesson learned
   in a hundred years
want to go to heaven but
   the devil owns my fears

in the future i am
   blessed blessed as
      man can be

walking to the childrens
   park my daughters
      hand in mine

went to work with
   my true mates
      good days sweat again

can there be a lesson learned
   in a hundred years
want to go to heaven but
   the devil owns my fears

ooh ooh ooh
   i've  got brain problems
over and over again
   i walk forward

and follow the self
   of the bear
and the dog
   going forward

many years i was
   where i am now
oh what a manifest destiny
   i dream of it all

do not worry
   no problem here
name me a loner
   a wildman

all us blind touch the
elephant no it touches
all us different

haiku 21/1/3c

heard a song that was
copacetic did not feel
what was meant to be

haiku 22/1/3b

with compassion my
food i travel and growl and
the world pads my feet

haiku 22/1/3a

so the micro invisiblility
of the nuance crys for
a true revelation of the unknown

the grass on the hill
speaks nothing until
our ears open with age
and the demons dark will
loses meaning

the soft melody
of piece sends a thrill
to the harbory of will
and causes a self
into being

action a skill learned
from birth to the grave
we pay not attention
to continous pain
and we travel

thinks and thoughts and dreams
consciousness resolute mind
in the mist of time