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.

if if only is
imaginary why not
stop playing the game

Habits, are not the self
Customs, laws, nationalities
       are not the self
Conventions, language, vision, taste
       are not the self
The rolling Georgian hills, the Himalayas
The western Rockies, the eastern Smokeys
The northern forested Canadian home of the white bear
The White Cliffed Isle, the frozen Red Gulag
The cities clogged with motion, the empty vast stretches
       the round, wet, green, globe circumferenced, the stars
       are not the self
The perishables
       are not the self

i am rich now
see dog squirrel and rabbit
huddled together

the battle was
and yes i saw
a tempest

to tell to all
not a victor here
nor a conquered
just a soul not dead

Zeus was called upon
   and failed
the Titans were called upon
   and failed

men fought unaided
   as always

they say and therefore
we are imaginary
blind money makers

pain and problem fall
into mind separate slow
we realize truth

dog ate the rabbit
i ate the rabbit bones and
**** they tasted good

large dead red dog road
flow the tears on cold young face
rain on dark slick path

i heard a sound  so sweet it brought
me to my knees many sang as one blessed

and lifted the ether from the mass
and it has changed my mind forever

i just hear and know this mind
in the future of time and this time again

i did not know why
but i felt pain ignorance
equals hemorrhoids

i act a lot like
a **** on toast but i help
sometimes means something

Why were the men of old wrong?
were they ignorant
No! what did they do that was different?
Nothing. Customs ah yes Customs.
What was is not, here is now, okay
i live here, if i lived there
Nothing would stop me from protecting
My woman. Nothing would stop me
Now. Nothing. I live here and there
i like it.

the dog barks two times
i go outside to look see
the hungry bear dies

what golden meaning
perceived when in this moment
is but reflection

there is creation
of meaningless words and is
tempest manifest

at this time i am
ignorant of observer
and empty of am

there is peace of soul
wherever the heart wanders
no journey to far

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

i am small knowledge
person yet i see the whole
universe as we

i see a pattern
ten thousand years old
new colors new voice
same oh same oh
nothing new is here now
same oh same oh
see the past here now
same oh same oh

the best way to sabotage
success having unrealistic
expectations

i am the dog that
sees and wonders to the end
and writes it all down

you think
therefore i am

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

the beginning of
soul your question the strength of
soul is your answer

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

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

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

the ever mind flows
out a human brain because
that is how it is

escape the matrix
of your construction
a sad honest truth

what can never be
arrives in mind a brightness
and is seen by one

the answers we seek
are within as the questions
that form in our mind

thank you mom and dad
for all the silly gifts
you bought me

I charge to apprehend

          the journey of a wheel

                    for the exhilarating chemicals

                              of crushed toes

the constellation
was formed i see the image
forever mirror

free within the cage
consistent reality
freedom is no cage

when i reach
the end of my journey
i will tell you

"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

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

the most important
thing in life keeps on changing
which is important

dogs of war growling
in my head another day
danger on a leash

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

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

love is just moments
one by one each at a time
with conscious effort

fine gold horizons
to destinations unknown
all is just as is

woman and man tools
of freedom stand and be true
you say you say you do

there is a something
that i want and want and want
it makes me blind now

"One Small Drop"

I gave one small drop
Of help, to someone
I don't even know.
To someone, I don't
Even want to know.
To someone, I don't
Even want to sit
Next to on the bus.
But that one small drop
Counts. And now, I know it.

You are a book i read
By definition metaphorically
Everything is on the page
Chapter and verse not hidden
But i do not see it!!!
Gaping holes in consciousness
Normal!!! Normal!!! Normal!!!
If i could comprehend you always
I would never fear one moment
Of your existence is precious and holy
To you        not me        unless
I make it so
Through effort
Perhaps i will see you as
       a
Folio in a wayside shrine

dark is not faster than light
   it is everywhere always

      yet

the dark is negated by light
   always forever everywhere

i am not teacher
you are not ignorant mind
you create meaning