see a beginning

travel to end

i have been

some where else

the journey is over

my steps were fallow

"Seed Hoof"


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

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

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.

hitting myself in
the head with a chair leg i
sit on the bathroom floor

"Self Identity"

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

"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.

a dreaming pup
suckling at the teet
courageously whimpering

id was created
by ego go figure just
a fell ghost to blame

i saw something and
heard something and breathed a scent
there was nothing there

here you stand looking
at each other with love do
this for all of life

saw magnificent
edifice in peaceful mind
it was just a you

i do not lie to
you being unknown is a
challenge of deep mind

apartments of the
mind are almost infinite
we don't understand

cost of poetry
is soul benefit of
poetry is soul

super ego was
created by ego and
we are here now wow

butterfly mind swarm
dropping gentle wisdom thoughts
creates tornados

what can there be that
i haven't seen every
thing every when

a pinprick of light
shines through the galaxy of
dark it is the way

i exist in a
vast creation of humans
so just a real life

only in the name
of god can such horrendous
acts be justified

my thoughts are not the
manifestation of a
universe amen

on my shoulders rests
the whole world it's not heavy
i am a rock dream

have done so much wrong
that i have forgotten my
mind is confused truth

unconsciously self
inflicted pain so divine
angels weep with joy

what your thinking is
imaginary and world
is fabricated

the door is open
to mind hollow empty core

nothing exists time
is a fabrication you
think therefore you think

i imagined i
kissed the universe yes i
think it kissed me back

everything's bleeding
confusion to the always
and time still stands still

imaginary
divine occluded secular
what's the difference

infinite is non
definable concept that
falls to a nothing

compassion wanders
in a mind looking for home
you decide landing

"Sensory Desire"


sensory desire
sensory gratification
sensory imprisonment

"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

"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

"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

"Shaped"

Rolling slowly forward
In a passage of thought
Life unfolds.

Each succeeding moment
Yields pliant reality
To our mold.

the sun shines
through the ***** blinds
a mind is but a kind
of never ending story

i saw a venue in mind
walking towards the shore
of consciousness once more

many generations of me
splashes among the sea
and it is a heartfelt kind

the echoes resound dimly
i think i hear words
or just an error simply

softly i transverse
in my dreams
the whole universe

awake i am human

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

"Simple Things"



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

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

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

"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

"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

"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

"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

"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.

"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