A wisp of dream surrounds me
Is me moves me to act in accordance
With practiced artful touch i flesh the scene
Insphered and drape the world mutable
In self flattering robes and ego's crown
Centered i stand triumphant unbending
Unheedful of the dim murmurs mewling
From the lips of those other actor beings
Crowding the majestic idcreated stage enfolded
No touch is but permitted of my will
No reach is but the servant of the task
Vast i am the full cosmic volume of what is
Omniscient immortal god immaculate until
Another wisp of dream surrounds me

thought a half and
   did a half and
      dreamed a half again

worked until the sun
   was set slumped home
      in the dark

can there be a lesson learned
   in a hundred years
want to go to heaven but
   the devil owns my fears

in the future i am
   blessed blessed as
      man can be

walking to the childrens
   park my daughters
      hand in mine

went to work with
   my true mates
      good days sweat again

can there be a lesson learned
   in a hundred years
want to go to heaven but
   the devil owns my fears

want to sell a mastery
poetry such a mystery
been there done that
     such a mystery
don't know when      a never be
no need for mastery
sing it once     is the key

what can be is be
does not make sense a finger
pointing is not sun

heard a single voice
illusion is reality
ignorance manifest

the total volume
of my mind is a peanut
of huge proportion

why are there so many lawyers
in hell, the priests
have to have someone to talk to

i saw a man waiting for a rat
     to come out it's hole
     so he could eat it

the snow was menacing but i
     did not notice i passed by
     no avalanche ever came

standing naked on a small ledge
     anxious waiting to drop hard
     i masturbated and left

saw was if fi not ton
a soldier a child a serpent mild
**** lik crap parc fell lef it ti
a man will grow and be

saw a small tornado
felt a small earthquake
i am small blessed

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

the meaning of the
silence is silence and i
am not even here

bean thinking bean trying creating some song
don't know where my mind is be
what can i do for you know wrong
here is a piece of holy me

oh where are you going oh i shout aloud
oh where is the silence of the sea
it's not here i swear my wonderful child
no treasure's found in me

you are the source of penultimate heart
i am the source of knowledgeable free
where is the limit of what we can be love
what is the limit no limit i see

here is a time of again and again
nothing is happening new
cross the river we travel a far long
good night sweetheart i know your love

dog my friend my dog
he is master i love him
we **** together

three hundred pound woman
screaming my children are starving
saw it and just cried

"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

universe of thought
unconscious known
world is

young man in the stream
was then there now wild conflict
did the best he could

does the best he can

i am not a monk
from tibet just want to say
**** happens it hurts

hello yes we are
traveling to here and now

this moment is eternity
sheath or infirmity

walking to the future
one step at a time

don't know where
i'm going too

don't know where
is my mind mind mind

here we are

here we are


all ways the same

always afar

called a moment
from the depths
you exist now
it's just the rest

of a mind flowing free now
in the universe


wisdom is a path now
don't know what its worth

i see something

the constellation
of your mind is a matrix
thought now is guidance

Ever follow a witch to the witch store?
At times I felt her see me in her head.
An unholy manifest riven in brain chemistry, a pore
For consciousness to flow through, into dead.

kneeling behind a grave stone
smiling for the pictures
hahahahahahaha

"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

the sun comes at night
the son is a holy fount
electric shakespeare

when ever soft love
graces the ground of this mind
sweet rest so happy

Ultimately we own mere illusions.
This my opinion which you do not like.
Tough! I don't care if your karmicly thick
Mind confined does heroic contortions
To affirm. I don't care if your wispy
Aggregate dreams a Himalayan self
Poor ******* son of Santa Claus. I laugh
At your ***** soft logic, dark, faulty
Twisted, and stillborn at the lip. Live your
Pain to its fullest shape, suffer your thought
Completely. I ask only from this heart
That if you choose, reach to me with hope for
Help, that i may gently lend a hand free
Of pretense, as you have done for me.

so show me again
what is in your mind i think
i choose to listen

the dog ate the bone
the human ate the fat dog
and i feel so good

the timber of my wolf voice
scares me

i cannot back it up yet
i keep howling

i hear just words from lips
thought to be wise

my own voice included
in the nothing

what came before now
is imaginary

i know i am just here
i howl

"And The World Is Human"

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.

there is perspective
i see thats pleasing to me
ha ha ha ha ha

religion is like
a rock is used many ways
to do what you want

tree in bloom with white
flowers construct of a mind
forever young

the world saved my life
i owe i owe it's off to work i go

she begged me for more
i had but so little left
chocolate ice cream

full oblivion
or demand of consciousness
i am i am i

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

"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

a drunken mind does
wander a bit don't mean ****
yet people do die

if no suffering
there is no true compassion
we thrive compassion

i is me you are
you they are them together
we are all of us

white snow and rabbits
cuddle up to me for warmth
the presence of is

my mind is greater
than me i just say things now
you do what you want

emptyness is a
young mouse ******* on cotton
that you do not see

i bow to your judge
ment   ahhh not really we are
one mind ... let us talk

i did not change the
world today it changed me and
i am new again

"10 W 4 mw"

I see you   in the past
I want you  now

"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

a common human
conditioning pervades the
planets surface   choose