"Slowly Slowly Learning Is"


Slowly slowly learning is
And very difficult too
Many times this will has faded
Quickly leaving what i do not know
The name of but that feels as dull abrasions
In this mind forever grasping at the touch
Of sense creations till the jewel
In the lotus blossoms from the muddled
Froth revolving in the space between
The ears called self existing

"Sloughed"



clutched in titanium claws
movement a toy forgotten
you entreat in front of the afferent
            freight train
it journeys right through you
not this after not this recedes
memory     a lacuna
body     sloughed

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXII "


I find a new psychosis every day
To drop my consciousness in and watch it
Floatsinkdissolve in turboiled social pit
Re membered in fear with loathing alway
S a thoughtbone under down actions body
Speech mind avnues stomped in cortex Jell-O
Wiggly gods addictive upchuck the hole
ly Cosmos re-designed skilldreamily
Thieving noeblood from the ??? of us
Discernible not yes maybe i don't
Know give me a break i'm just a he at
The trough ******* with fervor egopuss
We see as nectar in our work and play
We find a new psychosis every day

"We Who Are Aware"


Within our pulsing sphere of warm, gray, flesh,
A ceaseless ebb and flow of words and shapes
And forms breaks upon the misty shores of
Our awareness, and brings to all who bear
The hallowed blood of Adam, a free and
Unique essence, called soul. Our lives are filled
From cradle to grave with the mortal task
Of finding a frame and structure for these
Swirling thoughts, and thus is born our deep and
Burning drive for knowledge, for entertainment,
For art. Yet this precious gift which falls to
All in unequal share, sparks amid our
Hearts the fires of greed and hate and lust as
Well, and all throughout the ages in the
Pages of history it is clearly
Seen as part of both the purest and the
Vilest acts of man. And so we live our
Numbered days with this golden burden which
Is truly ours alone. The brutes that tread
This world with us have not the width nor breadth
Of sense that stirs within the sentient mind
Of man. They do not grow ambitious for
A speck of gold, nor strive to paint their pictures
On the wall. The trees that live a span of
Years that puts to shame our brief and fleeting
Time, stand mute, and dumb, and dreamless. The flowers,
In their brightest show of color and scent
Have not the splendor found within the dimmest
Thought that twigs at the mind of a babe.
And the ever endless universe, in
All its gleam and glory, shines a light unto
An emptiness until it comes to rest
Upon the sight and soul of we who are aware.

there is  a turning of revolution to be free
but darling don't you know i can't see

i saw a child in misery
his name was evil son

there is a place of here and now
it died upon the vine

what wonders left are infinite
don't put the blame on me

there's many a million of hate discreet  
many of love it's true

give me a taste
of reality
i want you
oh divine


i see you now my only child
you died a lonely dream
my mind has left reality
you are my only dream

"Stand Up"




the body reverberations of a use to be spirit
man or woman who know which is first or previous
to the echo standing on the corner in blue suede sneakers
the light turns green society continues on its merry way
continues overpowering the individual because the individual
is an indefensible myth otherwise it would stand alone
which it can't the universe is to cold without the sun
which is life bearer free and happy god creative force
artist progenitor of the world in the beginning we always say
what comes out in hindsight is so clear because it is the only
real reality that we can see as we walk backwards into the future
we describe the scenery already in the past of our experience
but its such a feel so good answer that comforts we think its
the future and go back to the comedy/***** of errors wondering
why we get such a bad taste in out mouths again and again we are
amazed at the rules of life like don't punch a tiger in the face
but at least two times every day someone does it just to see
what will happen less expensive than a football game and more
exhilarating that's what most of the pain is about ninety percent
of the time anyway cheap forms of entertainment the other ten
percent well who knows maybe if we stop the unneeded big part
we will be able to do something with the little part that bites
but i don't know might as well ask someone to stop overeating
makes no sense to stop unless you want to so live and let live
and learn and learn over and over again and again each person
at a time sentient slates need to be written on and why should it end
that is how human beings are that is the wheel itself give up the
process and your eyeballs fall out the heart stops beating crap
backs up and we explode out the emergency exit and something
else stands up and starts walking

"Stabs of Pain"


Those stabs of pain that ***** our minds to such
Degree we lose our hold upon ourselves,
Seems to me these are the terror of this
World. And with open eyes I see they will
Not cease throughout eternity. Then what
Is there for us to do but learn to tame
The measure of their force as best we can,
From within, and without?

Sparrow


She takes the hunger of her *****
       to cheap bar room shadows
       the crimson burn is calling

Speaks to her in a forgotten language
       ever since three days after
       her thirteenth birthday

Awkward bony girl tasting the deep
       of yearning
       naturally lemon

When her mother finds her
       with the neighbor boy

Curious adolescent
       nothing more dangerous than a
       loaded *****
       attached to innocence

Beat on hard as the devil for a week
       by his covertly fantasizing father
       owner of days dreaming oral ***
       lips to nectar peach fuzz
       with Mayflower repercussions
       post ******* vision

She however suffers teens eternity
       with screeching soprano condemnations
       acid tongue burning
       undeniable seed to root to life

To the dark for merely knowing the truth
       of hardness inside her
       wanting it

As a sparrow wanting to fly

"Soon"

Somewhere, in the inner depths of mind
Shines the future of mankind.
No archetype truth is gleaming.
Just simple attitudes
Formed and waiting for millennia.
Viable seeds of awareness
That someday will find
A fertile atmosphere upon the world.
I see a blooming of meekness.
Sustained not by a waning hope
But thriving in the love
Of a billion souls united.

"Sonnets From A Conversation With A Friend ***"


I seek not to mar the happiness known
By so many, nor lesson the glory of
Life's treasure, but human love is grown
In imperfect hearts, and is changefull love.
Our aims may be high, yet we often
Stumble and fall. Our thoughts do wander
Between forgiveness and anger. Confusion
Sometimes reigns, and with doubts we ponder
What we shall choose to do. The delicate rose
Blooms soft among the thorns, and love lives firmly
Rooted amid our frailties. To dispose
Of either's sting, also condemns their beauty.
So gladly let us tend that portion which is ours,
And leave to God the perfect love, which is Hers.

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXV "


what forms adhere the moldy thoughts that are
the i called me? what hopeful edge glints peace
photons? what cornered shadows dank release
sable chemistries? what process is our
consciousness and what is that we all see
inbrain underneath the greater building
a god function beyond the scaffolding
life structured again and again to ease
fall after fall while climbing the stars in
mind-space-time continuum? ignorance
is not bliss yet here we scratch the surface
of infinity with feathers and grin!
truth is color taste and touch no other
can give us such       its for each to gather

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XVIII "


Different language different self, shaped
Of action, shaper of acts, aggregate
Born of body, speech, and mind. Offsprung fate
Mother creator, sentient congealed
Light. The mystery itself a gnawing
Pain stimulation to movement, former
Of distraction, pre-conscious constructer
Of constellations and galaxies swimming
In the great ocean deluded. Ego
Follows function, motivation the door
Magnificent. Change, reality for
The multitudes to nine decimals. No
Brain to small to know the great endless fall
To emptiness, clear waveless base of all.

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend X "



You are such a faithful mirror i stand
Close to see myself as best i can. Which
Is hard to do with both eyes closed in such
Fierce a fashion as is my habit and
Pattern. But here and now this you and i
Walk affirmed to one another without
Twisting our minds to suit and please the thoughts
Trailing mud arisen from the rank sty
Of selfishness in the so called other.
Some may see a forced bond with jostling dance.
Let the blind bang their heads in ignorance.
United in chords of friendship freer
Than life, or death perhaps, we move between
The narrow gates to search for hell, and heaven.

Sleep my brain in slumber adamant wake
Not to care and toil       this social shroud
Pain wracked and fevered is but a twining
Guilt driven on thy mortal countenance
A troubled mask en-fleshed to be sloughed away
In gay revelries golden accoutrements
And pleasured senses six brimfilling
Your deep unfathomed capacity insatiably
Human and fierce thought instincts birth desire
Grasping at all that does appear as self
Manifestation you are not merely
What they say you are in their reflexive
Animal nature built piece by aggregate piece
The low dull beasts that do dimly follow
This course are constrained through lack of psychic
Force to be the graven drives inherent
But not for you is such a fate decreed
Burst your evolved chains lashing you to the poor
The sick the weeping multitudes groan shaped
And gasping for a breath of hope to touch
Their conditional lives it is not now your task
To labor the endless battle wasting
Time and wealth and fleeting life to help those
Who can truly only help themselves why wear
The worried furrows when a throe-less smooth
Complexion is garnered with but little cost
So sleep my brain peaceful in soft slumber
Adamant               wake not to care and toil

"Sleep"


Full orange moon rising
Quietly above the autumn pines
Smell insistent this bright night
With shadows the owls are well fed
Fat on slow gray mice
Breed proficiently like roaches
Brown pestilence or snacks
To leaping lizards and fast pecking birds
Tonight nocturnal smorgasbord
For the quick the lazy
Sleep and grow thin

"Slavery"


This is that and that
Is what i say
Do you believe me?
Fool!!!
Better to blunder than be
A slavery of
Movement    speech    thought
Seen peripherally absorbed
Pre consciously rewarded
Habitual approval delusion
Assembles i after function infinitude
To escape or not to escape
That is a dilemma
Suffering the finger shouting
Not here!!        Not here!!!
Where?        Where?
Not here     Not here.

"Sky Master"


the falls kept breaking
one by one
he was good at it

sky master black king
egg by egg
dropped from no height

of any measure
just from where the nest was
was far enough

fierce enough to override
paternal care with fear
instinct for offspring
one level below self preservation

bewildered parents flee
regrettably
with angry caw like tears

the magpie magistrate
of the to small field
slaughterer of innocents
delivers a less competitive sky
to his incubating brood

"Sitting With Ahimsa"


Sitting with Ahimsa dead man
With others not dead
In body anyway
Mind i don't know about
Probably just same o same o
God covered with ****
Looking for a wash cloth
Or more ****
Or both

"Single Step"


Time to start the journey
       of a thousand miles
Single step single step
       single step
Manifest the here and now
       to the purpose
Single step single step
       single step
Moldable fluid ******-
       physical awareness
The inherent creative medium
       which is us
Single step single step
       single step
Travel the road of you
       what is and want to be
Sunlight and shadows mixed
       to each their karmic own
The whole intermingled web
       sentient and vast
Shimmers with every foot fall
       process quit miraculous
Single step single step
       single step

"Single Candle Burning"

    

    A single candle burning shines enough
    To dim the darkness of the world we hold
    So precious called the i the self the ego
    State which craves in ******* ignorance a
    Pattern form or shape perceived existent
    In some pleasured realm of moments ******-
    Physical that once did gaily manifest
    Upon the stage of here and now but now
    Has past beyond this life to memories
    That change the conscious aggregate for ill
    Or good a function rightly virtuous
    But when we grasp and grasp and ask of such
    To yield a spectral nutriment we sow
    Wild seeds of discontent that drops the present
    Sphere of thought to Stygian depths and aspects
    Cruel which can be humbly lifted for
    A single candle burning shines enough

I can not help you all
Don't touch me!!        anywhere!!
It hurts   and i run away
From my own perceptions of
Something i'm not sure of
Called many things throughout the ages
And galaxies swirl planets and thought
Born of cause by law arisen from cause
We try to understand sincerely
Proclaim knowalledge with pride
And hope with dreams of no more pain
In the heart that bleeds in
Sentient beings wishing for happiness

"Simple Things"



I do throughout the day
Simple things
Common things
And think of them
In certain ways
That give me a
Sense

Glimpse


glimpse of freedom
you just saw it but did not see
love, you know it you feel it, when
you are not raging
i understand and i believe
in theory
don't scare me so much that
i have to **** you

Silk tight
Is woven life
From moment to moment
Chosen and unchosen
Threads intermingle
Clear is the pattern seen
In our dreams
Uncared-for       unremembered
Unceasing

"Shaped"

Rolling slowly forward
In a passage of thought
Life unfolds.

Each succeeding moment
Yields pliant reality
To our mold.

"Shadows"


Shadows lose their terror
    When the light is steady
   They stay sharp and clear
  And well defined
    They are seen as they are
     For what they are
   Real shadows
  But when the light flickers
The shadows dance
   And we dance with them

"Sequenced"
                    
                    
                    
                    Little slice of piece of pie
                                             yellow tangerine sky
                                                               home to vagrant clouds
                                                of mist
                                        with names given to each
                            a noisome wind
                                                            together with
                       permission to subsist
                                               on beauty alone
                                                                  if need be
                               its yours
                                              for a price
                                   worth it though
                                                                   maybe
                       i don't know
                                                      you think
                                  granted
                                                     a long path
                                                                                treadles
                        come to light
                                            emerge
                                                        groaned
                                                                     ******
                           poignant rock
                                                              boulder
                                                 mountain
                                                                          now
                         it takes
                                           a gather
                                                             of compassion
                                                                                       to gentle
                                     the brindled
                                                                   principle
                          brain
                                            shouts
                                                              we do
                                              then
                                                                       we see
                        corporeal mobility

"Sequence"


Fright ignited sequence
       rattles round the brain
Burst a billion neurons
       but to burst again

Pulsate cyclic i strain
       rhythm suffering
Reflex flaw of habit
       empty 'cept for pain

"Sensory Desire"


sensory desire
sensory gratification
sensory imprisonment

"Selfish Pain"


To train the slaves without their knowledge to
Toil with strenuous intent, a worthy
Task for many a stout capitalist.
To cause a continuous increase in
The seeking population through shaping
Their very souls to fear the wrath of god
If they in lifted joy should copulate
Or please outside archaic man made laws
And reproductive goals, a worthy task
For many who crave the mind control of
Religious power to mold a world which
Caters to their selfish pain filled hearts.

Self-dead multitudes in time
       seen but subseen
Folds captive seems of mind.

Beings in a mouse house we peer
       the mansion, error
Other than, and fear.

"Self Identity"

The place behind the eyes
is shaped
by forces of nature
touching and moving

Genetic thoughts and dreams?
Seems to me these beams
Have double helix schemes
Written all over them      themes
Of we unravel and ravel up skeins
Of id subceived and born to scenes
Serene or mean or in-between
Base mean of plodding      full sheen of joy

"Not as it Seems"

I feast through the death of many
I rest in the sweat of my brothers
The misery and pain of the injured
Brings joy to my lips and my heart

Love I have found through indifference
From the hand of defeat I know peace
Total freedom to choose is my guidance
And acceptance of error brings life

"Seed Hoof"


the seed hoof gallops quick and a far way away
the print of it

Searching


At times
My mind is like
A dusty, empty, bookshelf.
Where do I begin
When there is nothing
To begin with?

"Scream The Ragged"


Scream the ragged nerve endings habituated
To far between bodies and touch
Confined within metal house avian, waiting
For movement both physic and cognate

"Says The Boy"



"I love you",
Says the boy with the low IQ
Who can't even tie his shoes
Or cross the street alone.
Who will never marry
And probably die before thirty
Due to his mall-formed body.
"I love you", he says,
And means it.

"Saturday"


i say her eyes
they seemed so alive
the white was still glistening
the green still vivid
the dark center a void
to fall into on saturday night

"Sapient thought"


A sapient thought full similar
A corsets view of breath

"Saintly Green"



when it grows old the sun will dim

        a wizened rheumy eye

                 which peeped a sea

   black velvet and diamond with prisms

               sparkly shine and mingle of vortex

gravity well     hot rocks     clammy dirt

                   clinging to the roots of

        saintly green cabbages

"Root"


We pass as wild and frenzied things
       forever in a roil
To slake innate capacities
       in pleasure or toil.
Our begging moments sensefilled plunge
       as lemmings do, plop a time
Commenceless ocean, a thought sea
       we innocent name mine
And fission self and other.

"Rivet"


Black ink and white paper
God God God God God
Brain rivet

"Ripples"


Life heavy drops of reality
Softly forming ripples upon the soul,
Unseen, and ineffective
In stormy waves of emotion.

Childhood's echoed suffering
Muting tones of existing joy,
Creating, directing
Discordant symphonies of error.

Tormented bellowings of ego
Silently barring doors of change,
Abate, and succumb
To heartfelt whispers of surrender.

Resentments And Dregs



With tattered coat and weathered face
He walks the frozen streets and begs.
For winter home, a heating grate,
His daily fare, resentments and dregs.

He curls into a fetal ball
To give some warmth to arms and legs.
The horrid dreams come often now
Dark issue of, resentments and dregs.

Requiem



The roaring blaze in Harvin's hearth
Illumines a scene of healing mirth.
All 'round the hall all tankards filled
To toast and praise a comrade killed.
Fallen in battle defending the land,
Fallen in battle, by Fate's hoary hand.
Oakdahl the strong who's mighty arms
Have served the clan in life's alarms,
Who's loyal strength is only surpassed
By his ***** adieus with a willing lass,
Now he stands amid the throng
And begins the night, with Logan's song.
"All listen, all listen, heed my word,
I sing the praises of Logan the good.
A kinder man will ne'er be found,
Love's noble deeds were his spirit's crown.
He took as his own, Gerrig's son
When our land by the fever was o'er run.
The widow's house he ne'er forgot and
Daily brought meat to the stewing ***.
In winter's depths together we stood
Chopping and hauling the village wood.
His battle scarred face our enemies feared
Yet freely our children pulled at his beard
Knowing that in his warrior's frame
Soft was his soul, by love's true flame.
He fell in battle 'gainst Hogar's band
The ones who sought our prosperous land.
Death he found by the archer's shot
Which pierced the flesh of that living heart.
So shout and cheer for a mighty man
Who shed his blood to save the clan!"
Loud were the voices raised in the hall
As they shouted their homage, one and all.

"Repeatedly Boring"


Life is repeatedly boring to tears
Over and over again we manufacture
Intensities to perceive to distract
To manipulate            to obey

"Reflex - ****"


Seeing you
I reflex **** desire
From the depth of my *****
Longing to say, hello, touch me
I turn away
For those around me have
An intolerant, reproductive
Point of view
And I
Am not yet through
My fearing

"Razor"


The eloquence of thought may tell
       a truth beyond compare
Of history, evolution,
       the birth of peace, despair,
Desire, hate, all that does appear
       between one ruby tick
And eternity. Free to discern we dally
       wooing mind mist
Consort of sentience
       razor named consciousness.

"Rake"


I rake a pirate measure to my
       whispers blooming mind
Fresh sprung to consciousness
       fertile ego wind