"What Else"

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?

Haiku 4

pondering a cause
without a defined effect
there is no choice here

"The Song of Not Self"

Habits, are not the self
Customs, laws, nationalities
       are not the self
Conventions, language, vision, taste
       are not the self
The rolling Georgian hills, the Himalayas
The western Rockies, the eastern Smokeys
The northern forested Canadian home of the white bear
The White Cliffed Isle, the frozen Red Gulag
The cities clogged with motion, the empty vast stretches
       the round, wet, green, globe circumferenced, the stars
       are not the self
The perishables
       are not the self

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXVIII "

Trying to love the reflection      riddles
Abound      purely from the brain perceiving
As best it can particles pieces lumps
Aggregate nodules worded in the
Beginning of humanity      grass leaves
Pond finger on up to various worlds
Entire infinitely manifesting
Wave after wave form sentient beings
Conscious i ego ***** movers shakers
Of god stuff      psychic unity of kind
Compassion hate greed mind river just us
Together      birth flow death      to the sea
Never away from except the incomplete
Image reflected we're trying to love

Haiku 3

you are a friend yes
I hope it is not other
when enemies are

Haiku 2

the birth of children
reminds me of a heaven
where this no death

Haiku 1

A mystery is
a wonder now and again
reality is

Yes

I see you
imaginary
Naked woman
all of you
Now

I wonder about dead men
   I am not one       yet
Will be

Now

where is the time to tell
of heaven and hell
in between your ears
now

Real


I saw a tiger in me
not real
Loving Father
not real
Attentive husband
not real
Just a man breathing
real

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXVII "

Voluntary        imagination at
Work      hard sculpting reasoned movements
Fromout conditioned reflexed brain twitches
Happening right before our very eyes
We excrete whys that prove us right no matter
What no matter what the i sees i as i has
To see i to be the i approved of
Ninety percent habit don't fit the worn
Image      ninety percent habit not seen !!!
Astonishingly the rotting elephant
Carcass is overlooked      isn't there      dropped
Through the hole in the universe in mind
Psychically taking consciousness with it
Leaving us with mystic questions hard pressed

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXVI "

I want you to know what it feels like so
I show you with my actions the hard pain
Lump of emotion choking me slowly
Continuous no end in sight see my
Suffering i deplore you ignorant
Of what i sense as me i implore you
Secretly with jerks of word and flesh see
It know it the burning i own torching
Me delirious to realms delirium
Shoving reality out the door it
Keeps knocking though i scream banging my
Head till the consciousness goes away
A little while i want you to see me
I need you to love the pain away now

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXIII "

You theme you are the only one and crap
A conscious **** excreting mindflex mobile
Bone bag commercially impregnated
With a semblance of life called existence
Firmly pegged in this moments suffering
Or relief of suffering called happiness
By most swimmers in the we turbulent
Through cause and calmed through cause to each their own
Journey a needless needful thing of our
Humanity etcetera moving
So we must go no where or now here to
Be the undiscovered country glowing
Light forms solidifying matter forms
Melting cyclic wonderment of what's this

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXI "

I exists after the fact form follows
Function cultural paradigm selfish
Me centric universe causes birthings
Of effect anger hatred depression
Apathy mixed appendages of thought
Once grown manipulated consciously
Or pre-consciously from conditionings
Familial T.V. others self school work
Associations numerous random
Unseen out of the darkness fear more than
A word life bone pillar construct of worlds
Entire here a breath then gone we pass
A steaming moment turn around and look

"To Think or Not to Think"

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.

"Which Is"

An imitation life
Is empty
Of all, except
Imitation security
Which is empty
Of all, except
Fear
Which is not
Empty

"Your Beauty"


screaming red puppy            
      of love
           your heart
               a bomb
explosion of guts
     to words
          your flesh
               an earthquake
after      you settle return
     sane whorl
          stable globe
               of mind

"You've Got"

You've got personality
Quick! spit it out! its a piece of
Assiduous construction most randomly evolved
For most of us the winds
Society and family billow the i
Flapping noise we think is voluntary
Why else do we do it? AVALANCHE!!!
Answers pouring down from heaven
Pelting like hail stones
Not one word valid
Unless you grabbed scrutinized
Swallowed processed absorbed
Into the constellation house
Burning forever circle burn forever
Till cause effect unborn no this no that
All coming together will cease

"Words"

Fear
is nothing
but thought
but thought
is everything.

Thought
is various
energies
flowing
through tissue.

Tomorrow Never Comes

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I saw you

I die

   tomorrow

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XVI "

A year ago I was not this that I
Am now, no. Each new day passing forth marks
Not a journey in time alone. These forms
Of flesh and thought we know as ours belie
Their truth, with a gentle flowing change, thereby
Seeming a constant, but 'tis not so. Ways
Loved as part of life shift unseen. Yet cries
Of anguish rise from earnest lips to high
Places when we discern this fluid nature
And fearing a vaporous soul we dim
The view, and blindly hold to a caustic cure,
Wishful fantasy. To face our thoughts and trim
The base is hard, so very hard, though 'tis sure
A healing way, where firm efforts, may win.

"The Pain"


I refuse the pains of sadness
And pay the price unwillingly
I travel from moment to moment
Evading myself
Then wonder who I am

"The Hardness"

I touch the hardness
In the night
And hold it close
The feel of flesh
Tingles me
Wet release thrills
Calms and satisfies
While searching for more

"The Glory"

The glory of the universe
Is formed between the ears
Thoughts are reality
Aspects of eternity
Flowing aimlessly
Through the mind
Until we shape them
We create our own world
Within
Influenced by
The without
Sometimes
Even controlled

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XIII" b


Possession is nine-tenths of the fall to
Captivity of spirit. Many times
You've said these words to these selective ears
And i've heard nothing but your voice. Now, through
Some grating shift of cells, cause unknown, a
Newly perceived response enlightens some
Hitherto unlit portion of the dim
Pre-conscious realm. Which from here on casts a
Shadow interwoven with the many
Other shadows in the vast and blood warm
Ocean called this mind. And i see the harm
You speak of threatening, clearly. To hold
Is to close and occupy a sheaving
Of brain;   which does empty its use for living.

Honey Girl

chained my heart to yours girl
kissed my *** goodbye
knew you was the heartbreaker
love you till i die

sooner before later
i know what's coming soon
love you till i die girl
in ***** tonk saloon

in my dreams been dreaming
of your love for me
lordy lordy honey girl
please give up to me

words were spoken often
none i thought was true
lordy lordy honey girl
***** tonk saloon

Inspired by Johnny Cash

I saw this moment coming
Saw it front to end
See you all tomorrow
If I am not dead

And I'm stuck in Heinlein vision
Till I don't know when
Just thinking bought tomorrow
Over 'gain and again

Call me just a coward
Call me just a fool
Seen the future here and now
Never been to school

And I slip in time forever
Till I don't know when
Just thinking bought tomorrow
When will it end

When is the stormy weather
What time is it right now
You've never seen the future baby
Don't have a cow

And I call it all the present
Till I don't know when
Been thinking bought forever
It will never end

Been

been to the sliver
been to the arrow
been to the place
don't want to be

call it tuesday
call it friday
call it the place
don't want to be

where you going big adult
what you choose  if and but
past is future   future past
call me angel   devil is past

don't know where   the time is
just a trick of mind
been to never   been to heaven
hell i've often seen

just a trick of mind

just a trick of mind
just a trick of mind

"What Is?"

truth, is a pacifier,
comforting and calming.

truth, is something
to hang on to, giving
a false sense of control.

truth, is an individual
and temporary construct,
of murky human thought.

Truth, is known
only to God,
if God exists.

"We Do Not"


I think we do not think
On life's realities
We wish only pleasantries
The aspects uplifting our views
Are acknowledged only
What we wish was not but is
Is buried deeply
Rots and festers
And we feign contentment
While we ooze

" A Dream "

a dream a float a wonderful
next arrives again
expel the moment dangerous
a mindless thought to tell

no time is but a powerful
lament of ken
the wasteland is a bogerous
adamant fell

adamant fell adamant fell
no thought has ever been
beyond the movement of a man
nor memories to tell

"Wish I Could Go There"


Siren screaming warning
fading away     i'm happy
to be alive but the thorns
hurt sometimes like fire ants
in Florida with Palmetto bugs
just really big cockroaches in
Hawaii they are pets and even bigger
like the native gals be gentle baby
doll one eighty five going up
and up to the stars the dreams
of children touch god come from god
are god triune stabbing this that is
in the **** to cause movement
is conscious something or other
soft green leaves with sharp edges
flying liquid rock globs on the mountain
black black black ocean deep
wish i could go there in my mind
but for real they play for money
and we pay and pay and pay and wonder
who's the boss believe it or not
no one is is to scary for some
to accept and i'm writing expository but
where are the images well i'm on my way
to find out hope i get there i know
i'm going to enjoy the journey
free i i i i i

"Wake Up"


to wake up the joining
bear it for however long
stress    contraction    rest
to bear it into

"The Empty Universe"


The empty universe gapes
We tremble and rush
To fill the egoless void
Art the glorious wonderful incredible
Creator of mind
Satisfies

"The Drop Suffuses"


The drop suffuses throughout eternity
Ever wider the vibrant touch
Reborn each place and time forever

"The Deep"


Imaginary knifes and illusionary wounds?
Yet so much blood and screaming

Inescapable knifes and unavoidable wounds?
Yet thought is the deep of suffering

"The Dance"


The dance of life
is the purpose of life
dance

"The Bark"


Illusion pales reality
Clinging fires the heart
Intensity raptures the moment
And we play with the ghosts of the bark

"The Agonies"


The agonied afflictions
Universal push
Of process
Unbidden

"Whence it came"


I see a modicum of dust adrift in air
Dry history indifferent
Whence it came or goes

Illusion perceiving waves        magic form
Body        causal effect being
Whence it came or goes?

"Within"

I sense upon life's cordial air
The reeking stench of war.
Coagulate blood, and rotting flesh
In piles, beckon more.

Vengeance for a vengeance, deeply
Shaped within, commands.
Nature's preserving torment
Twisting minds and hands.

"Wondrous"


What a wondrous diversity are we.
Breath, blood, bone, together thrown with various
Volumes of flesh, is but a part. The winds
And others, also shape the soul. Our unique
Inner orb of self, is formed.

"God Has Wrought"

Each life a feathered crystal
Single and part of all.
Each life an unmatched wonder
Artistically placed in the whole.

Each atom a radiant visage
With beauty is all composed.
Each fragment a prime essential
As His thought of infinity formed.

"You Say"



    You say your words
    Speak of a new freedom
    I hear the same old chains
    Rattle from a young throat
    You, a blaze of passion
    Blind the many
    Then lead them into
    What has always been

"Yellow Butterflies"




the floating image of Joan of Arc ten feet tall in the dark
theater in New York 2002 drizzling a little bit of gray sky
somewhere up there past the cement monuments which will
stand as long as the pyramids if we let them the trees in
Central Park refresh the air are leafy damp brown autumn
smells like beauty or garbage depending on your mind being
half empty or totally some kind of creation from a Sci-Fi show
the future is in the hands of the cab drivers who make a living
on the East Coast West Coast San Francisco Bay Area
with the bridge that  may last as long as the pyramids if the quakes
don't knock it down a monument to rust and money big sky dream
of all you want are you crazy are we all is nobody who chooses
somebody to be it a definition in a book some people agree on
otherwise there is nothing there but vibrations so say the freaky people
but if everyone says the same then its normal and what is freaky normal
is this social construct cuzz bring back someone dead from 1710
and he will think we are all Devils or Gods or he will just
fold up his head and dance with the yellow butterflies are yellow
march of god they are next top of the line food chain 10 million
years from now our fossils will be to hard to find if not impossible
maybe the evolved butterflies won't even want to dig anything
it just never occurs to them that in the dirt is a thing worth effort
their cities will be in the air of course because the meteor that hit
and wiped us out also changed the weather on the entire planet and
for the last 10 thousand years the winds have been really mellow like
30 or 40 miles per hour tops no more hurricanes or tornadoes either
and a bad storm is 3 inches of rain in 2 days then lots of puffy
blue sunshine before the next one comes and it will come and the
smart butterflies will deal with it in some type of cognitive way they
will also have God    WOW           i'll bet shhe will be a pretty butterfly

"To Arms"




a call to arms

           how used up the words

    perpetual plague

           turn the other cheek

                       99.9 %  dream

         where is heaven ?

                   when ?

         where is woman ?

                    man ?

"The Rhythm"


The rhythm patterned daily grows and is
The conscious now replete
With shades and hues of legion feathered touch
As universe existent ill or good
The end is not a valid thought to think
Beginning spirals back in timeless forms
Of cause vibrating co-dependent atoms
Bump and bump no space between
Called here or there
Wise and deep and calm the ocean lives
Among us is us to the bone degree
Of what we guess we are
Words are spoken and mistaken
To be valid firmities
So walk we do up in the air of self
And dream we tread a ground eternal
Day by day with closed eyes fearful
Of the image in the mirror
Yet there is a way that stills
The shaped confusion foaming
Vast and brilliant in the heavens
Of the mind we share and share alike
That cannot truly be in darkness for
Inherent is a constellation
Casting light in ten directions
Every corner that is but a name
Illumined

"The Meaning"



I will not know the meaning
Of the word love
Until I love
I will not know the meaning
Of the word service
Until I serve
I will not know the meaning
Of the word death
Until I die

There are many, many words
I hope I never know

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XV"

If you die, you shall surely be reborn.
A finger pointing to what? You always
Say these words with seeming knowledge of ways
Divine, but i sense the hollow forlorn
Timber of your voice praying for support
To self existence. You want what again
Comes to be to be YOU! Without this boon
In mind your small now trembles at the root.
As does mine. The answer still unknown i
Think for most earthly walkers will take shape
In all perhaps, or not. But the late great
I continued throughout time seems a lie
To this simple form, that's lit from somewhere to
Cast its shadow on the fabric of you.