the specter was child
and they dreamt a mystery
i listened and learned

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

the self created
demons can be self destroyed
pyschology 1 0 1

Siren screaming warning
fading away     i'm happy
to be alive but the thorns
hurt sometimes like fire ants
in Florida with Palmetto bugs
just really big cockroaches in
Hawaii they are pets and even bigger
like the native gals be gentle baby
doll one eighty five going up
and up to the stars the dreams
of children touch god come from god
are god triune stabbing this that is
in the **** to cause movement
is conscious something or other
soft green leaves with sharp edges
flying liquid rock globs on the mountain
black black black ocean deep
wish i could go there in my mind
but for real they play for money
and we pay and pay and pay and wonder
who's the boss believe it or not
no one is is to scary for some
to accept and i'm writing expository but
where are the images well i'm on my way
to find out hope i get there i know
i'm going to enjoy the journey
free i i i i i

the generation of knowledge
a task an event a time period
birthed in ignorance
no future thought just now
over and over creation here
the window of memory closed
on the thousands who first
built fire understanding nothing
except burnt fingers smokey eyes

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

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

its all a matter
of an emptiness that falls
up to a nothing

dark is not faster than light
   it is everywhere always

      yet

the dark is negated by light
   always forever everywhere

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

dreaming of buddhist
monk i am not even close
i write poetry

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

I charge to apprehend

          the journey of a wheel

                    for the exhilarating chemicals

                              of crushed toes

i am absent just
not empty not gone
when empty not gone

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

one of the poets
on planet thinks their shakespeare
which on is it   ha

haiku 22/1/9

common stealth of a
dream moving to the hidden
i awake to soon

the dogs of life they
they tell me what to do please i
want to be of pack

the journey started long ago
or now i really don't remember

i fell down in icy snow
crawled up to higher ground

felt a sleep of memories
oh so comfortable

the sky touched me

the crickets in the
night out the window create
patterns of peace mind

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

"Work The Slow Work"


Work the slow work of diligent accomplishment
In the only now that does exist
Chimeracaly  no forced coercion can prevail
Relatively we bend and sway and break with fads
Hatred commercial excitations selfish desires
****** reflexive static cyclic molecular physics
Birth death birth death birth death
Ultimately i do not understand          therefore i am

A wonderful life is not coherent
No linear course can span the all
From 20 till now, a course unimaginable
Yet hear we are, compassion trying to express itself
        despite the illusions.
Forgiveness is not a lie, to stop is to stop
Therefore it has stopped, a comfort of feeling.
The journey is my road, traveled by me, and
Everyone else in the space/time/mind continuum.
I am the sole owner of love, as i am the sole owner
        of fingernails.

i dream of a day
when pain shall no longer be
oh so like a child
my mind grasps blindly

full oblivion
and absence of consciousness
i am i am

angels of heaven
torture a mind to persist
in the realm of god

dog  dog breath  dog ****
smells like security now
in days of our need

do you walk upon
water the exigent wet
do fishes know swim

the water is low
the sun  beets down forever
all  frogs to sleep

empty black beans can
full of cigarette butts the
smell is unnoticed

Giving up the honey on the razor
Blade      for the nectar of the mind      giving
Up the honey on the razor blade      for
The nectar of the mind      giving up the
Honey on the razor blade      for the nectar
Of the mind      giving up the honey on
The razor blade      for the nectar of the
Mind      giving up the honey on the razor
Blade      for the nectar of the mind
Giving up the honey

i see a litle corner of red
and my mind ignites infinity
aided by the history of mind
mechanics oh so magnifiscent

the progress is progressive
the power is for sure
the mind of men is future
again again so intensive

i am ignorant of what has been
i see not the past as manifest
but i am here now thinking
the dead are the masters

the simple folk surround me

the terribles astound me

i wonder which i am some times

and walk among the free

Long ago i saw you
Altogether      one      walking in my head
You were stabbing yourself in the arm
With a knife
I was eight years old
I loved you then      totally
Beyond conditioning      totally
Beyond words

not a leader but
sideline observer
happy revelation

"Clouds of Thought"

The muse arrives with familiar ease
And illumines the realm of inner view.
Quietly births a soulful breeze
Forms clouds of thought in purest hue.
How lifted do I tread and plod,
Humble receptacle, servant of God.

Each mortal frame a joy contains
That soothes the soul and heart to find.
A healing balm for worldly pains
A heavenly cleft from beastly mind.
Oh, how honored do we tread and plod,
Humble receptacles, servants of God.

sept.22,18

residue of thought
my life resounds
in my head
a circular

"We"

I know my share of troubles
        I own them all today
Its a price we pay for breathin'
        And its each in his own way.
No runnin' from the pain now
        There's no place left to hide
When the weight of life is heavy
         I need people at my side.
With caring hands that hold me
        To help me through the day
And a warm and human shoulder
        As I cry my blues away.

Our pain is not the devil
        Nor a hated curse of man
Its a common tie that binds us
        Through the colors, creeds and lands.
Now some have trouble walkin'
         And some are halfway blind
Yet we can help each other
        To a gentler state of mind.
We know our share of troubles
        We own them all today
We can let go of many, and
        Live through the ones that stay.

the circle complete
squirrel foot prints in deep snow
blossoms memory

i'm going to the
liquor store the liquor store
i am going to

the devil walks the
shores of a deep black ocean
my mind is the cause

haiku 22/6/16

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

what we call gods
do not care they
do not exist

"Wet Green Rock"


The wet green rock
That is our world
Floats round and round
A flaming torch
That sends its rays
Through cold dark space
To warm the air and land
And thus is formed
The womb and tomb
In which we live
Our mortal days
And pained we dream
Of other realms
To lay beyond this sphere

Airhead

airhead,be airhead
airhead,be airhead

wondered what i's gonna be
slept till noon, memory

fleeting lost, don't remember
what's the cost, forever never

called a friend, wasn't there
been a lover, and airhead

pay you back, in next life
kiss my ***, it don't exist

can you be, a memory
after death, i do not see

airhead, be airhead
not an orbit, no no no

orbit better than i know
cosmic man flying free

earth bound me, misery
call it all i do not see

bean to heaven, been to hell
just some word's, in my skull

no place running, no place hide
no big choice, live or die

who are you, see you near
do not care, why you're here

just like you, live or die
cosmic blister, in my eye

let's get free tonight
let's get free tonight

let's get free tonight
let's get free tonight

Oblivion!!!!!!!

a life a life an
innocent life we were once
ha ha i love you

i want a spring bonsai tree
posses it as own
shape it to controlling will

1,000 yrs ago is nothing in the
  tower of when. Standing on
a rock 2 million years past.

The future is present and
   the present is last.

do it in your head
conscious do it in your head
**** the dogs of war

the world folds into
unconscious mind which sends dream
to ego center