big is the mind of all
travel the road what else
foam from the ocean is life
mystery is just ignorance

both legs are weak this
back is sore these arms are soft
i go to bed happy tired

from the dank mud up
flower small on top
oh so beautiful

you must like this poem
if you do not like this poem
experience peace

the world is free now
your mind is the problem now
kick in the *** now

the dog barked loud twice
the cat cried out in death
i went back to sleep

i am old i don't
want to *** i have to ***
egocentric yep

i hear you young them
i know not where you are at
i am one ear deaf

i aint afraid of nothing
   but myself
myself is all there is

i can see me sometimes clearly
   but mostly
cloud of doubt

called the ghosts of heaven
   to fill me
with all blessings

sometimes see the the devil
   in a fog
of make believe

myself is all there is

i see the elephant
   in the room
they are so beautiful
   why would i want
to get rid of them

i ate barbecue
over and over again
for sixty six years

i sit in my apartment
alone and unconsciously
think of processies that happen

i like illusion
of coffee...i know death is
mirage... peace is dream
born from projection fear

this poet is built
on a barn of human ****
one of many ways

the door opens
   the sun shines through
the small child
   walks out to do

her chores of morn
   feed the chickens
and hungry rabbits
   water the dogs

back to enjoy
   warm breakfast

life is so simple
thoughts get in the way
i heard this before
many times   doh

i remember where
i came from with joy for those
who are there this now

the human body
and mind is reflex unless
told other by you

as a dead bird drops i fall into a silent place
with echoes upon echoes of mind moving itself
and i scream with the effort to speak of it
to retrieve a speck of the chill fire
to recognize and pronounce it a word
or shape of word      or confusion of word
to bear it into a semblance

all food costs money my
   poetry is free   you betcha

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

feel the heartache keep on breatin
   hurts so much life oh baby
breathin breathin never stop
   your not here if you don't fit

oh baby oh baby oh baby oh baby
   do wah do wah do wah do wah

it is impossible to explain
   forever and one second are the same
without your time just make believe

in the beginning
was the word and the word was
empty

the words of the mentor
the words of the king
self created

who are you to life
the source of the world
one and only

to see enlightenment
in the mirror
no other choice

reality the fictitious
truth moment by moment
evolutionary

this time of compassion
my effort so small
ha   one tiny step

the dog barked loud twice
the cat cried out in death
i went back to sleep

the elephant dreamed
he was god he fell into
a mud hole and died

the monkey in the
picture looks like me
my ears ain't that big

haiku 22/6/16

i see a pale horse
grazing on grass in field so
peacefully

i see you human
you are beautiful
throughout time

i am stepping out
of hatred into compassion
slowly slowly learning is

forever i stand alone
surrounded by compassion
illusion and reality

there is an empty
space before me
i fill it

the tiny dog the tiny dog
walks slowly in my brain
and tells me of ted bundy and startrek
i am the big dog in charge
and leader of the mind
though very uncoordinated
i strive to be free ha ha
don't miss the transient memory
it is all there to see but i
turn away and watch the shadows
on the wall,,,,,,oh so beautiful

dreams are a force of
nature cause of an effect
what you gonna do

an unrepentant poet
walks among the world
seeing and not believing
anything perceived

he dreams of inconsistent
anomalies of existanse
sees to the end of time
in imaginary universe

and no one says a word

the story begins in this sentence
and ends when you stop reading
you are the creator of all that will be

the door opened and you were born
did you knock or just drop into
it does not matter you are here now

male or female or something else
life was needed and you became it
walk if you can is a metaphor

the world is but a reflex
and dreams are made by god small g
a mess of confusion is it's problem

21/11/3

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

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

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

i saw a dog in
the mind of me again yes
oh he hurts me so

i saw a universe
in my mind it was so ****
misconfigured

i saw the dog on
the road with
extreme mange

conscious rivulets of thought
abate the cyclonic storms
of karmic mind

Oh My God
you hid the truth
in common words

prism of mind
manifestation of universe
you me included

can there be a sentient
form that understands the all
no

orange and black stripes
bulge on the fat belly of
the well fed tiger

i like it when
you smile at me
mirror

tiger scent with
rustle of dry leaves
on the path   a flower