"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XIX"


Why do i speak beyond a whisper heard
Only by one self? For the same reason
I fly and crawl, and swim the deep ocean.
For the same reason i scratch my one head
With hind foot, paw, and flipper limb gleaming
Wet. I wag this tail, lick my whiskers, clack
My beak, cry my green bumpy tears. Attack
My self and eat my own flesh relishing
Every ****** morsel to the full.
Escape the womb, the egg, the pouch, the chains
Of slavery, the mind inflicted pains
In all their multitudes. I screech the call
Of mating, of attack, of fear, the same
Quiet reason for all. It needs no name.

Naked ladies of the mind parade to
Distant drums imbibed in younger years blind
And innocent we knew no secrets earned
With blood and pain and lived our lives oh so
Blind and innocent without knowledge of
Each other or of self or consequence
To actions spurted out the orifice
In brain somewhere slowly yielding to love
Control first mimicked then emulated
Then owned outright as finger movement which
May appear a fist or gentle hand touch
Caused through galaxies of influence made
But not made with conscious foresight so here
We are undead and twitching to drums afar

"Glide"

Eagle flying up above
wings of majesty
Floating high up in the sky
a dream   of mind

Glide up in the atmosphere
without a downward glance
No need for a such a tiny bit
of you   and me

An eagle being what it is
flying fast for love
An eagle in the sky is free
being   what it is

I heard a story long ago
a distant melody
All thoughts and thinking but a dream
vacant to and fro

Now i know there's nothing new
the here and time is free
i give up all i ever want
for eagle majesty

"i i am"

i wander wonder thrive and plunder
steal **** expel in thunder
the i i am    is manifest   god

"The Consciousness"


The consciousness that manifests
       is a fellowship of cause

"The Child's Eye"


responsive    the stars are
         atomic push and pull
cute    the child's eye

"Ten Thousand Stars"

Ten thousand stars
A tiny fraction of life's beauty
And completely indifferent to us all.

The energies of their existence
Create a ridiculous measure of power
Dwarfing the total output of man.

The strength of human emotions
So responsible for the course of the world
Matter not at all to ten thousand stars.

The sum of all endeavours perverse of benign
The sum of all tears of love or pain
The sum of all laughter ever known
Carries no weight or meaning.

The passions within us
Creating the piercing truth of our lives
So precious and holy and all consuming
        to ourselves
Are not even noticed
By ten thousand stars.

"Traversing"

The vastness of the universe
Ignites my soul
Thoughts burst forward
Traversing the void
A shimmering mist of awareness
I drift
On the silence
Of infinity
I merge
With the power
Of a billion suns

"Task"


In legend, forethought, characterized Prometheuas,
         is praised for the dawning acts of man.
Yet one magic swirling of the mind, beautiful
         and cherished, may emptily wane.
But to share this thought, this ethereal
         breath of consciousness, is the blessing.
Nature's progressive effort, that deepens
         the glory of our existing.

And upon this rock of communication
         lay all the trappings of man
That surpass the feeble struggles
         of a single pair of hands.
Oh to sing the praise of man's physical
         works, an eternal task of delight.
But I stand to speak of inner things,
         love, hope, wonder, and perhaps,
                 higher light.

"Zipp Ippidy"


zipp ippidy bop be bop bop
no arrow in mind flies straighter
than laughter in children
we are all children
laugh
the big blue world is green and tan
from space i can see my face
white floating mist
kerouac kerouac crack crack
blood flows out from his lips
the sound a soul kissing itself
we are all soul
soul
dig deep dig deep dig deep its easy
there is no deep
ginsberg iceberg iceberg ginsberg
where are all the flying monkeys you
promised to deliver i got nothing
you want to   to     touch       my
love me i'm just a bad piano ivory tongue
straight from allen's mouth to jack's thighs and
visa-versa you're going to hell jack
no wait you're already in hell
koo koo ka choo choo be boop

" A Rose"

Kissing a rose is such an innocent boy
who is not aware at all he's a picture
gone and dead in India of dusty plants and streets
i miss the pointless activity it produced so much
of what you want oh universe i've bled you a book
gold on the hoof creation is its own reward pity
the alarm clock slaves the t.v. slaves society slaves
those who want and want yet do not have what they want and want
seems new when its you but its almost as old as rock
maybe even that is what rock is excreted mind getting cold
space is the place of chaos and fractals are what we are
perhaps if the door opens we'll see a little hamster running
on a treadmill look in the mirror at your furry face
but heh if you earn enough dough to buy apple pie
a la mode move those little legs baby faster is better
if that's your bag you're holding the key to every door is
right here all the time it feels good to be a doorman
open wide and run like hell works for some but i'm a walker
with pointed teeth crawling inside a haunted tree saw it
saw you see you used to hate you cuz you showed me myself
not a perfect me in not a perfect world imperfections everywhere
all the time part of the view not all of it do i deny south by looking
north no but if i needed to go south i need to go for it okay but
till then north is cool just point the brain and it automatically
does the rest if its working right that is right to live right to breath
for now gone any second maybe if i work hard enough or yell loud enough
or drink shoot-up pop smoke enough crack i won't notice when it happens

"And So It Goes"

A wee little bird
Craps on my forehead.
I want to **** him!
But I have no gun
That I may shoot the
Filthy ******* with.
So, I think I will
Yell at you instead.

whooooo this small room is
my life     i enjoy it
the universe (internet) at my fingertips
why don't i STUDY the space station
inadequacy

"And Choose"


I awake
And choose the way
To live the day
Habits of repetition
Form thoughts and movements
Of dim incompetence
This shall continue
Until I awake
And choose a new way
To live the day

"Worlds Entire"


Precious worlds entire
Drifting toward the veil
Nebulous constellations
Divined as self and will

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend VIII "


We have thrown many hollow words at each
Other in fits of spite and calumny.
Hitting the mark has been very easy
For both of us. I sometimes try to leach
A fawned approval, and in secret reach
Out to shape you into what i truly
Wish existed. You, can with childish glee
Lie about anything, or deign to teach
Me of your rickety opinions as
If they were life's first law. But these course, bare
Faults that sting do not ensphere and compass
Our union, nor do we gasp unaware
Of just remorse, and blooms one clear thought that's
Held jointly,       perfect people live elsewhere.

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend VI "


I've told you of my many mind changes
Not just the surface dross, but the living
Core of the root. The blurred symptoms bending
My sight to destruction, the hate of ages
Thriving within, the tainted defenses
Of ego that burned pain with their weak soothing,
This I told you and more. The thorned purging
Of childhood's conjecture, the strength that is
Formed, sturdy and deep, in one days effort,
The acceptance of self, which slow but true
Did lift, this I told you and more. And the vast
Labors of molding the light and dark shape
That frames my world, now glinting a soft burst
Of love's color, this I've told you, and more.

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend IV"


You merely smiled when I said this till you
Saw my eyes and the gnawing fear in them
And knew that I was serious. Then calm
And slow you reached across the table to
Take my hand in yours and held it just so
Between both your own, and said, This may seem
To simple to be of much use, and no gleam
Of magic light renders it perfect to
Cure in an instant, but just an honest
Caring acceptance, from one, to another
Who is suffering, is a priceless, ancient
Balm.            And so we sat quiet together, for
An hour, hand in hand, in the silence,
Sharing a gift of life, touching each other.

"A Sun"


What would you like
To be
When you grow
Up
Marky?

A sun

"Keep On"

Keep on  keep  never stop  breathin
free  no place to flop
Keep breathin   walk walk  step
keep breathin   don't forget

Felt the heartache  keep on breathin
hurts so much  life whats caused it
Breathin breathin   never stop
your not here   if you don't fit

Oh baby   ah oh baby   oh baby
do wah do wah do wah do wah do wah

Under water for five days  breathin
a wonder  i'm amazed   just breathin
Oh Oh baby  breathin   still breathin
till the end of days

       do wah   do wah  do wah

"My Entropy"

It is impossible to explain
forever and one second
are the same

Without You  time is
make believe

"10 W 4 mw"

I see you   in the past
I want you  now

"I Saw The Wolf"

I saw the wolf face
I went
The journey was long
Lasted to the never

There was a ****** place
I went
Killing was the song
The memories i remember

"Wet Green Rock"


The wet green rock
That is our world
Floats round and round
A flaming torch
That sends its rays
Through cold dark space
To warm the air and land
And thus is formed
The womb and tomb
In which we live
Our mortal days
And pained we dream
Of other realms
To lay beyond this sphere

"We"

I know my share of troubles
        I own them all today
Its a price we pay for breathin'
        And its each in his own way.
No runnin' from the pain now
        There's no place left to hide
When the weight of life is heavy
         I need people at my side.
With caring hands that hold me
        To help me through the day
And a warm and human shoulder
        As I cry my blues away.

Our pain is not the devil
        Nor a hated curse of man
Its a common tie that binds us
        Through the colors, creeds and lands.
Now some have trouble walkin'
         And some are halfway blind
Yet we can help each other
        To a gentler state of mind.
We know our share of troubles
        We own them all today
We can let go of many, and
        Live through the ones that stay.

"C and L"

Compassion is not        divine
unless we are all    divine
Love is not                      god
unless we are all    god

"I Saw a Monkey"

I saw a magnificent monkey
his name was adam
Creator of the now   like you
we hear stand on top mountains
Look Look   a far away
feet on ground

" 10 w 3 mw"

how to be compassionate    start
out small    and work up

"10 w 2 mw"

here it is again    me
gravity is free    procession    obligatory

"10 w 1 mw"

where is reality?   seeing it
but   i don't see ****!

"vivors"

its been big long years since back to dark dark
our formas and forpas done some evil ignorance
now time be hard hard and strongs dont fall but weaks do
counts of many die die no cry else never stop
sleepies sup always this but not is true
mawma say a cart moved up hill no horse naw it aint so
fun fun reckon her dumb joke laugh and laugh
we here vivors here vivors group group always be vivors

"Upon My Soul"


Upon my soul a vision hangs of death
I caress it with my heart
Folding myself into it          I touch god
The movement of flesh takes on meaning
Common     individual     human     meaning
We are not the final product

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend II"

Forever is a fiction, or so you
Said. A dreamy concept to soothe the fears
Of children. A trick of imagery that's
To be outgrown as is Santa Claus. Do
I disagree? No! But we dream dreams to
Cause a feel within us, and this feel is
A firmness born of a vapor, and who is
To judge another man's vapors?, his bones to
Stand upright. Do our own values clutched at
Freely blossom life more truthful than theirs?
We often act so. In searching for comfort
We can and do deny the life of millions.
For all hearts yearn to know a sure form, yet
The various shapes of soul, are endless.

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend I"


You talk and talk and talk and often I
Do not understand on purpose, yet
You are my friend, and I am yours. To that
Vagrant swirling of chance that formed the why
Of our meeting, I am grateful. To my
Own, and your own, conscious willing effort,
I seek to impart strength through remembrance. What
Numbered hours of shared reverie we ply
The future with, are ours to choose. (Let us
Choose many my friend.) Alone, we wander
And wonder amid eternity as
Blind men groping, together, we garner
The will to see, and accept, realities.
Thus, with co-joined thoughts, we travel further.

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXIX"




This emptiness swallowed a universe
Piece by piece perceived processed projected
Perceived mirror flawed through a glass darkly
My own self incarnate vibrates the all
God small g nothing else but illusion
Rising to heights magnificent people
Everywhere me me lost frightened in pain
Separate only in our dreams the stuff
Reality is made of again and
Again we fabricate the burning house
Source mortal frame coiled karmic energies
Physics bound push act be see the conscious
Realm space time continuous now the we
Travels the sea breathing one mind together

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend III"


There was shock when the thought, I am but one
Of many, started to crystallize. Fear
And a great loneliness pierced me. So near
A death of self bore down upon me I broke
My spirit in an effort to escape. None
Of all I knew could comfort, an earnest tear
Frightened them. Brought back to awareness their
Own dripping wounds which they fought to ignore.
Running from pain, such a useless, normal
Occurrence. Kills often. In many hidden
Ways we flee what we wish did not exist, all
For naught, such journeys are circular. But when
A crushing truth grabs you and shakes you until
The whole universe is spinning, what then?

"Condemn Thee"


How do i not condemn thee i must learn
The path less traveled, gift discerned. The teacher
Is the teaching born experience, natal
Bloom of sentientness, ego mes worn
Atop the emptiness. A heightened mind?
A phrase, no more, the conscious realm dimensionless
Mother-Father-Child, breathing universe.

"Clinging"


Grating perceptions hammer spark
       The soul to bustion.
Natural flames sear thought flesh.
       Sentient fear
Boils consciousness to clinging
       Intensity and i, one.

"Clear Thinking"

Voices disturb my voice.
My voice changes to anger.
I blame the other voices.
My voice knows better
But its a human voice.
A voice that must be loved
As it is. For only then
May voice change voice,
So as to kindlier deal with,
The other voices.

"Clamorous Tumult"


We often form a clamorous tumult
Within. Not illusion, but a chosen
Mutable reality. We are caught
Amid our own theater, acting frozen
Dead parts, with anguished hearts and shame laden
Souls, a lifeless script of mimicked lines. What
Paths to freedom we may find, if any,
Are ours to seek. No mindless slaves are we
To this world's pendulunt course. Though many
Flee their task as co-creator to be
Bound in various roles, all are truly
Aspects of the whole, which is our Light, to see.

"Clouds of Thought"

The muse arrives with familiar ease
And illumines the realm of inner view.
Quietly births a soulful breeze
Forms clouds of thought in purest hue.
How lifted do I tread and plod,
Humble receptacle, servant of God.

Each mortal frame a joy contains
That soothes the soul and heart to find.
A healing balm for worldly pains
A heavenly cleft from beastly mind.
Oh, how honored do we tread and plod,
Humble receptacles, servants of God.

"A Scene"

A Man    Long have I sought answers
                Yet now, seeing her, I stand mute.
                What glories, what honors 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 honor and privilege
                Of all free willed man to do so.
                Therefore I shall be silent,
                And leave you,
                At your own bidding.

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend V"


We have walked often in the woods away
From the pounding city which is home sweet
Home. I like stony dirt best. The owlet
In the branches is your sought for Holy.
We both realize the wonder, softly
Breathing the world with our souls. A cat
Human, and a shoe scuffling human that
Prays for dry sunshine. Leaves, green or motley
Fill the universe, for a short dream time.
We have shared miles and miles of talking that's
Soon forgotten, enjoying it. Once, I made
You swear an oath never to tell to fools
The deep secret that holds me to nature,
Silkily bound,       I love smelling the rocks.

" To Allen"


Your balder than i'll ever be
I hope
You dead man
Throwing words at me that smell
Sweet and honest
Like your worm-feast corpse
That will eventually atomize
And flow through the hairy nostrils
Of future sentient beings
Living upon this sphere and other places
Oxygenated by the mother
That will tenderly process you again
Into the very fabric of existence
Which will vibrate differently now
That you have been and writ upon
The globe your karmic babble spilling
Guts and ***** for all to consume
However they wish and dream
Or dare

"Bad God"


Addicted to strain and turmoil we ****
All chance of happiness to feel a thrill
Juicing the brain momentarily the
All in all of here and now no room left
For peace or compassion to arise so
Why do we feel surprise at their lack of
Existence and cry tears to whatever
God inhabits us to please please give me
Give me something i want but do not make it
Difficult for then you must be a bad god
And i will not be your friend any more

"Above"




i send you my love you return it

       empty with polite knives

what happens will happen without you

       now

      unknowing gold drops from your busy fingers

  sojourner

            point of light

                       cool waters

                                     beauty

      in a beautiful world the sun shines always

above the dark clouds          above the hurricanes

above the atomic blasts          above the meteor dust

above the empty ocean canyons circling the globe

                the sun shines always

                             and i send you my love

"Amber Noise"


The amber noise of sunrise
       the sable dead tonight
And in between a spectrum
       of beings sentient
Accost the earth with myriad feet
       pounding as a drum
A frantic beat of busyness
       gild vestibule of mind

"Work The Slow Work"


Work the slow work of diligent accomplishment
In the only now that does exist
Chimeracaly  no forced coercion can prevail
Relatively we bend and sway and break with fads
Hatred commercial excitations selfish desires
****** reflexive static cyclic molecular physics
Birth death birth death birth death
Ultimately i do not understand          therefore i am

"The Promise"


I will not know it
       till i see it
Is such a vital promise !
Does the fool follow a dream?
Are the Masters master magicians
       of pain, hopes and delusions?
If so what i will see
       is their cruel lying hypocrisy
And i will **** them
And scatter their hollow empty
       corpses
And books of trickery
       far and wide
And their death
       shall be our gain

"The Mystery a Fear"


A wonder is the mystery
       The mystery a fear.
Countries unexplored bereave
       We must travel on.

Dream a simple holoworld
       Safety mist of brain.
Dream is but a dream, a craft
       Sculpted formless mind.

Lost the future gained a mote
       All the unexpressed.
Never seen, to near to touch
       Thoughtless only known.