Children laugh in their innocent play
A young man loves his wife today
A twice worn dress is thrown away
        And the world is human.

An unknowing child is lost then found
A bleeding man attracts a crowd
The carousing deaf like their music loud
        And the world is human.

A ****** man has a love for life
A pious man berates his wife
A robust man knows pain and strife
        And the world is human.

In all the lands there's old and new
And time flows on for me and you
There are many wonders left it's true
        And the world is human.

"To Morrow"


To morrow we travel continuous
In the structured realm of man
Yet nature's purer art knows no
Wavering flow of moments
The now permeates all eternity
And ever has and shall
Our mortal thoughts change not
The center, what is, is
With or without consent
Of a coherency of cells

"Untended Thoughts"


Untended thoughts falter softly
Leaving emptiness to be filled
With                whatever
Slow transformation bends
Awareness
Into something else
Pavlov would understand


Dingggg!

"This"


Drinking coffee at a modern day
Greasy spoon
A Mcpoet of no repute
I write from lack of action
And satisfaction
In a social framework i used to
Blame and criticize in all
Honesty i think differently now
About the interdependent co-arisen
Universe appearing as this
Coiled fathom long body mind
That i hold so dear i lie
To myself to obtain the comforts
Powers and other
Habitual illusions of thought
Which are but minuscule vibrations
In the emptiness of the all in all
That science can not fully comprehend
And guesses upon the question of
What was the shape and form existent
Prior to the theoretical
Big bang

"Wet Man"


Wet man walking in the clouds
In the Himalayas dripping nectar
Of the gods upon all equally
Monkeys and monks travel purposefully
To buddhahood
One compassionate moment at a time
Who arrives first?
The answer is nearer when
We see the question as
Irrelevant

"The Look of Innocence"


I saw the look of innocence
Which i used to call stupidity
In the eyes of fresh young bodies
Moving freely about the planet
To see if they can find themselves
Or some thing worth it to be
Or merely exciting the senses
I don't know which but i guess
And think i know a big mistake
That fades a bit from time to time
To let me perceive now and then
New realities and or concepts
Like the look of innocence

"Thought The Heartbeat"


Thought the heartbeat spiritual lung breath
Learned conditioned malleable prism
Of the underneath space-time-mind-light-root-
Center of the universe one fathom
Long dreamed of reality this mountain
Crafted i permeation salts the sea
Relative here now no where empty form
Experiencing movement happy sad pain
Joy fear death yes no death birth twining
Around the wheel sentient shaped cognate
Realms six of one no other place to go
But out nirvana way some say some don't
Care just slake vibrations vibrating till
Satiety with peaked release fall
In brain chemistry world incredible we do
Not know the soul deep with eddies currents
Patterns self aware point bright in view held
Firmly scared to cease idea nothing
But the great unknown a million
Magnitudes of bone in ten directions

"Who Are You"


Who are you i don't have a clue
Except me replicate
An unGnostic view guess
Better than nothing by a speck
Or less

"The Body Eclectic"


Sons and daughters of the cosmos we stand
       touched together light vibrations
       adherent
Space emanating consciousness
       consciousness emitting space
       one cause
       without contradiction
Effect arises and becomes
       co-creator shaper
       and shaped
       roiling to laws
       self born
Gravity not other separate but
       one side view of me      you
       rock      the heavens
       coiling together emptiness
       to forms transient
       moving no stopping
       of the process flow exists
       wonderment continual
Words but crippled leprous fingers
       pointing tool only don't get lost
       seeing the path as
       God Journeys End Reality
Metaphors i write crafting melody
       perhaps some may hear
       this effort for my own progress
       to i don't know where
       a here now out
       of the mirror
In the beginning naught
       but the naught void
       not even rays
       clear light
       no need
       all is all in all
What is past present comprehension
       happens none the less
       human views unneeded
       for genesis gnosis
       that which is began
       begins
       omniscience fading fast
       under wavelets minuscule
       almost not
Bump bump cling bump bump cling
       physics births itself
       space time sentience
       primordial wisdom
       one step down up sideways in
       ten directions expanding growth
       nothing happening
       out of the ordinary
Miracle a name for beauty
       not comprehended
       i you we fish elephants
       star
One by one no such thing
       separate a myth
       invented
Oscillations stream genes
       now are
       before weren't
       again will not be
Particles particles
       ever new particles
       fabricate particles
       waves
Us the body eclectic

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXIII "


Enemy mine i love you      you give me
Juice      rapid brain chemistry white water
Flow      addictive drugs      inner born released
Grasping grasping receptors wait ready
Touch   ?   no   touch   ?   no   touch   ?   YES!!!   OH
YES!!! GRAB!! SATISFACTION!! OH SATISFIED!
OH the comfort      the peace      complete release
A million complete release      a billion!
Oh the peace      enemy mine      i love you
Will not live without you      i will cause you
To exist      to bring me juice      i will hate you
Creatively      unto death      my mind ****
*****      and when you pass      another i'll bear
For the juice      enemy mine      i love you

"The Fresh of Night"


I saw an eagle motionless
       As stagnant kite on string
A pedigree of silence fell
       The ticks refused to bring
Their avalanche of next demurred
       Gray bellows ceased to sigh
Aged heavens dared to dissipate
       And toll the fresh of night

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXIV "


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

"Touch Word"


The touch of a word
       Internal heard resounding
World creation        
       In flight

"The Cockroach"


the fleet canary was green
flying     out the window
the pair of feet were dead
white     alone in the corner
with nothing but a cockroach
for company
the cockroach was inquisitive
brown     and ready to be crunched
though somehow unafraid
the red smear was everywhere
splattered to the four corners
of the womb like room
the war     just beginning

"You Keep It"


You keep it
Don't want your pain
Ain't we all got enough?
But that ain't all there is
Excite me with false torture
Don't want the real thing
You keep it
Except on the news
Can't get enough
Birds fly south we ain't looking
Watching blood puddling on the side-walk
At six and ten
Can't get enough
Even watch the re-runs
Can't get enough
The insatiable hole
Can't get enough
Dream it in dreams
Can't get enough
Play it in games
Can't get enough
Till the end of days
Can't get enough

"Volcano In Heat"


The moving feet fit the pattern
of decay and purpose to
the open green grass field from
a historical perspective the future
is already halfway here in the language
of your choice the young lady with
down syndrome speaks English and Spanish
on the air plane going home or away
to from we are all time travellers
just slowly the ticks breed humans
the air the dirt the noise breeds humans
do you meet the goals of existence
if your breathing you do nuff said
bout that cough have you seen a doctor
it takes them twelve years to learn
how to act like what they want to be
then everything changes and there ******
taking it out on the rest of us
not letting us die not letting us live
they choose randomly it seems but
seven and eleven can be roughly predicted
as the step step step of progress may
be roughly predicted like fog in
San Francisco like snow in Minnesota
i bet sometime today you eat something
pay me i'm a clairvoyant seer just
don't know it or you or you know me
do you do you think you know me just
look inward and you'll see your guts
kinda all gushy and warm and wet
like a volcano in heat just the world
getting its rocks off

"Wind"



black robe
white moon
crickets whispering love sonnets
surfeit monkeys bed in knowledgeable trees
the silver path of stones winds upwards
wind
a warm blanket

"What a Night"




a catapult of obnoxious
     you fling me
              into the night
        of a thousand razors
i abscond with your desire
              dangling
            sirens sirening in mind
   who's ?            or both ?
           neither cares ! !
       tornado is nature
           you agree
                  society is not
  a concern      schizoid 8 th  wonder
            pyramids lesser than a soul
                  any
                              anywhere
        a red flashing moment
            you are unafraid

"Union We"



Naked     on a rock     vigorous

         bronze nakedness

upright need     grand desire



Nature     of the root     sacred

        bronze nakedness

spirits free        hearts afire

"White Walls"




a call for time the white walls sing
   glory unheard springs to mind
      push a sense move a sense move

         the day is new of breath
            an orange band hugs the world
               light such a god like word

                  you

"The River"

The river flows on
The current is strong
I go through the rapids and eddies
Always moving forward

I have tried swimming upstream
Frustrated and exhausted
I gave up
And the river carried me on

I swim very badly alone
I must have the help of the others
The others in the river with me
I thought this made me weak
I tried for a long time to swim alone
It was very hard and frightening
Sometimes I almost drowned
I had to ask for help
Or die
The ones close to me kept me afloat
Even though I did not like them much
They scared me
They scared me almost as much as drowning
Almost
I asked them where the land was
The land where I could stop
And rest
They said there was only the river
This frightened me also
No place to rest
Ever
Always the river
Always the rapids and eddies
Always moving forward
I knew I could not do it
They told me they could not do it either
That when they were tired
Or frightened
They asked the others to hold them
To keep them afloat
So they could rest
I had never tried this
I thought they would just let me drown
I thought I must learn to swim alone
I was wrong
The others have told me a story
About another river
A river we go to after we die
They say it is very beautiful
Calm and peaceful
With a very strong person
Who holds up everyone who gets tired
I like to think about it sometimes
It makes me happy
Yet I hope
That we can still help each other
When we want to
For that is a very wonderful thing
There are many people in the river
Some are very selfish
And laugh when I ask for help
They are very good swimmers
Very strong and determined
But the river is very strong too
And there is no land to rest on
Ever
And sooner or later
They too must ask for help
Or die
I hope they ask for help
For the river is very beautiful
But I never saw this before
I was always to tired
Trying to swim alone
There are many others in the river
Many are like me
We are very weak swimmers
And we sometimes forget things
So we get together often
To help each other stay afloat
To help each other rest
And to help each other
Remember things
And it is very nice
Sometimes
Even with much help
Someone drowns
But this is the way of the river
It hurts
For we will miss them
But many of us believe the story
About the other river
With the person who is very strong
And helps us all to rest
So
The river flows on
The current is strong
We go through the rapids and eddies
Always moving forward
And we help each other to rest
And may it always be so.

"Sonnets from a Conversation with a friend XIII"


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 XXXIV "


It is very hard to see the beauty
Of screaming children. In fact i did not
See beyond my own self child inherent
Till my forty-second year of quaky
Life. When you spoke to me in actions
Plain and clear and compassionate. No two-
By-four swung could ever penetrate to
The depth of your humble example that's
You and honestly live one moment at
A time for whomever. But now i see
Beyond the boundary sculpted, unfree,
Concepts graven in emptiness to what
Can surely be until what truly is
Is touched. A joined now of effort and bliss

"To Die For"


I think i write my poetry like i think
       i walk
Prescient born footsteps?     I think not
Breath upon a page      nothing more
       essential mundane repetition of
       life process
Or perhaps the soul

Through lack of skill a mystic is born
       mumbling incoherent descriptions
       of a blurry apparition
I do not need to be here      no one else can
       do my essential task the why
       of this shape
Form follows functions

The empty shell holds up the heavens
       touches god      is
The form shell births creation suffering and
The i      king of desire      must abdicate
       willingly      no thing else can do
       so much truth birth
The problem is      the i feels
       almost worth dying for

"The Kiss"


To guess the measure of our crown
Lends wing to cyclic days
Turns hopes of gray to stellar hue
Thoughts desolate to      fecund stays

A moment but a breath of now
A conscious but a kiss
From god to mortalled clay      awakening
The sum      from out soft slumber

"Young Mexico Girl"


people singing stars
the beauty of it all
we breath day and night
dreaming god living devil
everything in between
young mexico girl poor hable inglais
smiling at five fifty an hour twelve hours
home to six sisters two brothers mom
dad comes and goes
sleeping on the sofa must have eyelids in her ears
four rooms one closet chicken grease floor
feeding an army of roaches
warm water leaky toilet **** hole
so much better than the last place
wake up feed the babies sugar and milk
chasem into big orange bus on the outside
black brown yellow white on the inside
to the mall and sweep mop mix open poor stir fry
shake bake lift dump push shove wipe clean break eat
do it again young mexico girl
smiling

"The Fall"


the cool dark night swish of wind in the leaves
aching to turn into fall schemes of fashion as old as the hills
on this global earth ball of gregarious dirt brown damp cling
under the fingernails of all god's children of the acres green majesty
that does not end and has been is and will be experience itself
even to dogs who appreciate the trees and learn from them
seek them out as teachers learning how to act in accord with
dog custom and the knowledge of the new days sensations create
what we can only guess at in dog brains and are just unaware
as in our own brains a mighty swoosh of thought in the cells
tells the story since how far back we are unable to even dream
of the falling into the unknown which was necessary simply
because it is the journey itself that we are now somehow able
to push and shove and move around a little bit and its an
avalanche that forever tumbles never hitting the bottom because the fall
is the most important part not the where from or whereto

"To Right an Ode"



to right an ode to maize
i really must have lost it if it has come to this
from around the vicinity of south america chile is
america so why am i here in this place of my own
reception put in a blender that is i am i am shazzam
the colors alone are enough of a poke in the eye to shake
a sharp stick at  ( speaking of color ) wish i wasn't so conditionally
prejudice would love to caress some black ******* and thighs
and other parts but only if she acted my shade of white
( when you're crapping out the truth sometimes it stinks )
and there was a billboard up on lake street for one week
before someone complained and the city gestapo took it down
it said     the problem is culture not color
i don't know seems right to me but i'm just a confused
white guy in my head trying to drop society
from my brain without dying in the cold for lack
of gold which i still habitually cherish heh !
it buys aspirin and food can't be all bad
not even t.v. is all bad and that is an incredible
testament to the value of this red white and blue daze
of life is first i can have all the screaming world where ever
i'm sitting in front of and ( this the good part )
i can legally get up and turn the **** thing off !!!
and not even the news is all bad like even the news
tells us true one percent of the time but you really
have to concentrate to see it hence the commercials
which delude and hypnotise yet shows me there is
enough of the large big green benjamins around already just
need to put them to good use hence philosophy and logic
which have been studied for thousands of years with
the intensity of looking into a gun barrel you not holding
the trigger ( been there done that even tried to grab the gun
that really opened a trap door to my psyche let me tell you
he must have been a ****** we both got scarred and ran away )
so anyway the purpose of such effort is to justify
keeping mine in my pocket while you do whatever happens
to you i don't care as long as mine stays in my pocket
without guilt but i have to poke out my eyeballs for that
which really screws up the color     ( speaking of color )
if i wasn't so conditionally prejudice i'd really like to rock
with some black girls been working on the solution for 20 years
but still working on it

"Sweet Smile"


Sweet smile
Walking away
Do you live
The live long day
I think not
That your honest
Presence is a continuous
****** attribute of the
Pretty woman you are
Currently attached to
Moment by moment
Aggregates coalesce into
The physics of your brief
Existence which is that
Which i now write about
In my need and desire
To express in words
The experience of this mountain
Here and now
For your viewing pleasure
And perhaps

"Stimulus"


A universe of stimulus
No wisdom to be found
****-a-move compulsive
We contrive ourselves
Into existence
Addicted to return
We return
To our own *****
And effluence
So hungry

Syndrome


Birth:
Traumatic stress
Life:
Post traumatic stress
Society:
Post traumatic stress
Syndrome

"Swirls"


Life around me swirls
I curl
Into a ball
Prickly spines of anger
Pointing out
I contemplate my navel
Common, human, lint filled, navel
I open up
Look, feel, wonder
The curl is so tempting
Comforting, limiting
Life
So swirly

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XVII"



Mirror mirror in the soul will you show
To me, my self and I? Yes, you can and
Do reflect the acts of a common hand
And lip to judgement. Yet no perfect flow
Of light exists, and your glinting surface grew
Not amid a faultless state, so the land
Of thoughts existence revealed in you, stands
Awavering. Our countless tomes of law
Reach to calm this dizziness. With steely
Grasp we strive to mold a single changeless
Image, granting a vast solidity.
An impossible task. The ever move less
I, is dead, and to see the self of reality
Is to ponder the future as formless.

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XII "


Possession is nine-tenths of the fall to
Captivity of spirit. Many times
You've said those 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 the mind. And i see the harm
You speak of threatening, purely, clearly.
To hold is to close and occupy a sheaving
Of brain, which does empty its use for living.

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend IX "


You fool yourself so much i gape
In awe at the continued survival
Of your being. Such self serving drivel
Spews from those lips in bent effort to shape
A comfort pleasing to your limitless
Myopic views, tears and anguish deeply
Flow within. Yet i know this mind display
Grows not in your gray wrinkled sphere rootless.
The sentient race revolves around some
Vast constellation, a cogent cosmos
Constrained by physics pure beauty to course
Elliptic and mandatory. Till from
New thoughts grappled leaps new sight and release.
How many journeys needed for this peace?

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend VII "


Sundry afternoons of quiet words that
I willingly inhaled deeply have changed
My egocentric view,     somewhat. A maimed
Creature, i called it the universe, went
Splat, from a thousand miles up. Funny, but
The falling hurt the most. What dreams i lived
Before were potable, in a mind dead
Infinite way. I see beyond the ****
Now. We all may invision a sublime peace
Yet the earth is mostly anular        I
Did not want to know this. It did not please
Me to feel this rough thought, so i played my
Favorite magic game, and lost it in a crease
Of brain, while floating in a purple sky.

I touch the mirror thinking i know
       the truth of reflection
Not separate but i moving i stare
       mesmerized in dream worlds
Flat      two dimensional      pieces of now
       pride swells to safety mastery thought
Of all claimed a union intimate wisdom
       if but shyly humbly
An ant whispers      hallucinating lions roar
       lions will      and billions of other ants
       see deluded      gold bushy mane
       carnivore teeth      breath of flesh
       eater
Braincarving rationalized existence
       ecstatic hope or fear for the moment
       in mind
Sight touch sound taste smell
       consciousness sensate
Variables infinite shaped perceiver
       perceiving perceived perceptions
Wave after turbulent wave
       light      gravity
       x-ray      thought
       one object      cause effect
       different view
Holding together a mote of cosmos
       non other than we this
       mountain meru

"Thank You"


This truth is not pretty
I have never done it
I hope I never will
If I live up to
What I see
I will die first
But for now
That is just a dream
You are just a man
Or a woman
In uniform
Living your choices
And I just want to say
Thank you
For killing for me

"A Country Sunset"

Dogs bound along the road.
Hogs squeal their hunger. A toad
Flees to safety from tabby's chase.
Trees sway in the wind. Sol's face
Slowly hides behind the corn
Sleepily, till dawn reborn.

Sometimes I hate
You
Sometimes me
Anger boils blood
And I seethe
I can learn
Other ways
If I choose
Imperfect human
Ways
If I choose
If I practice
If I choose

Stimulate me enough
And I will ******* something
Upon you
A mimicry of your passion
Perhaps.....or
A sub-conscious YES!NO!NO!YES!NO!YES!
Perhaps.....or
A blinding reflex of angst
Perhaps.....or
A thoughtful, rational, response?

"Some Joke"


I walk ten million miles in circles
Touching again and again fire then ice
For the ouch!    ahhhh      ouch!    ahhhh
       some joke

if you don't read this
   you are just full of ****
dooyapp dooyapp dooyapp
   dooyapp
  
if you believe what i wrote
   you're just a puppet on a rope
dooyapp dooyapp dooyapp
           dooyapp

"Some Assembly Required"




look at me
is not me
at most moments
read this and experience
( try does not exist )
a moment of you
is the Holy of Holyies
not yet born
an assemblage
of place and time
form
in conjunction
with
breathe in breathe out
God

"Some"


Some
Who try to be, other
Than they are
Succeed
In a, twisted
Sort of way
Some
Who are merely, being
Themselves
Live in cages
Tended by their
Self appointed keepers
Paying a
Stiff penalty
For their heinous crime
Of never learning
To act

so there was a dog
once upon a time, for thousands of years
somewhere it bit somebody, it was a pup
and who cared?

I search a common ground
To find myself
Here I am with legion
We all look alike
So many
So beautiful

"So Mandatory"


he felt she he they touched
on a layer deeper beyond
conscious
electric propel satisfied
unity of whole quiver
so aggregate so mandatory

things else and other than
perspire wish for
this gone and gone away past
the door opens to need
and must again
like an infant everything

I can hate you so EASILY it frightens me
                       and hurts me too       two is not better
                       than one       one is and there's no words
                       for it except weirdys that
                       confuse more than their share
                       of SENTIENT beings all
                       movers and movement perhaps a
                       time-space-mind-thing
                Who knows?       does ANYBODY know?       if
                       YOU knew it would you KNOW it
                       or just BE it?
                Does a frogs mind MEANDER?
                Did Neanderthal think shhe was
                       the ULTIMATE do we?

                Have what it takes       yes in an
                       infinite way we travel babble
                       ravel and unravel by mandate
                       till choice is caused to appear

                A concept is born!!!!

                An appendage is groaned and functions
                       bringing with it sense
                       sations      sens      er      and
                       sense plus a bit of err
                       or created by the mast      er
                       magician fooler mara satan
                       and we see
                       what it says we see
                       why?
                       fill in the blanks
                But it can die!

                Oh Yah the big die-O!       eating
                       up eating up never full eater
                       upper nothin but anoth
                       er concept MAN MADE!
                Err or err or is my soul
                       i feels pain from you and
                       thinks thoughts from you and
                       can not be other than what
                       i am you change me change you
                       change me change you CHANGE YOU
                       WILL YOU CHANGE! change me
                       change you

                The never ending poem life story
                       universe is ignorance fiction
                       some say      some pray      otherwise
                       there'd be a whole lot more
                       really mean sonsabitches walkin
                       around

                Dear God
                       i hear voices in my head
                       all the time am i ever glad
                       your lips are movin
                If YOU shouted loudly enough in
                       a forest with nobody around
                       will a tree fall?
                And why did YOU put the moon
                       in a bucket of water?

I can not smash enough
To cause emptiness
Nor dream so blank
Nor sleep so dead
As emptiness