"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXVII "

Voluntary        imagination at
Work      hard sculpting reasoned movements
Fromout conditioned reflexed brain twitches
Happening right before our very eyes
We excrete whys that prove us right no matter
What no matter what the i sees i as i has
To see i to be the i approved of
Ninety percent habit don't fit the worn
Image      ninety percent habit not seen !!!
Astonishingly the rotting elephant
Carcass is overlooked      isn't there      dropped
Through the hole in the universe in mind
Psychically taking consciousness with it
Leaving us with mystic questions hard pressed

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXVIII "

Trying to love the reflection      riddles
Abound      purely from the brain perceiving
As best it can particles pieces lumps
Aggregate nodules worded in the
Beginning of humanity      grass leaves
Pond finger on up to various worlds
Entire infinitely manifesting
Wave after wave form sentient beings
Conscious i ego ***** movers shakers
Of god stuff      psychic unity of kind
Compassion hate greed mind river just us
Together      birth flow death      to the sea
Never away from except the incomplete
Image reflected we're trying to love

"Sonnets From A Conversation With A Friend ***"


I seek not to mar the happiness known
By so many, nor lesson the glory of
Life's treasure, but human love is grown
In imperfect hearts, and is changefull love.
Our aims may be high, yet we often
Stumble and fall. Our thoughts do wander
Between forgiveness and anger. Confusion
Sometimes reigns, and with doubts we ponder
What we shall choose to do. The delicate rose
Blooms soft among the thorns, and love lives firmly
Rooted amid our frailties. To dispose
Of either's sting, also condemns their beauty.
So gladly let us tend that portion which is ours,
And leave to God the perfect love, which is Hers.

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXII "

I heard on the radio a killing
Frenzy by humans      malignant contagion
Of heart circling the planet on thought winds
We cannot help it it is our conditioning
To death in this times pain momentum we
Don't have to smoke shoot-up pop drink yell hit
But oh the urge moves us beyond our strength
Threshold we fall down to animus heart
Part of this age might as well admit it
To see it perhaps to stop creating
It preconscious survival curse my blood
Better than your blood more deserving of
Life illusion core sentient paradigm
Moving hands to **** the lesser others

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXIII "


Enemy mine i love you      you give me
Juice      rapid brain chemistry white water
Flow      addictive drugs      inner born released
Grasping grasping receptors wait ready
Touch   ?   no   touch   ?   no   touch   ?   YES!!!   OH
YES!!! GRAB!! SATISFACTION!! OH SATISFIED!
OH the comfort      the peace      complete release
A million complete release      a billion!
Oh the peace      enemy mine      i love you
Will not live without you      i will cause you
To exist      to bring me juice      i will hate you
Creatively      unto death      my mind ****
*****      and when you pass      another i'll bear
For the juice      enemy mine      i love you

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXIV "


It is very hard to see the beauty
Of screaming children. In fact i did not
See beyond my own self child inherent
Till my forty-second year of quaky
Life. When you spoke to me in actions
Plain and clear and compassionate. No two-
By-four swung could ever penetrate to
The depth of your humble example that's
You and honestly live one moment at
A time for whomever. But now i see
Beyond the boundary sculpted, unfree,
Concepts graven in emptiness to what
Can surely be until what truly is
Is touched. A joined now of effort and bliss

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXIV "


It is very hard to see the beauty
Of screaming children. In fact i did not
See beyond my own self child inherent
Till my forty-second year of quaky
Life. When you spoke to me in actions
Plain and clear and compassionate. No two-
By-four swung could ever penetrate to
The depth of your humble example that's
You and honestly live one moment at
A time for whomever. But now i see
Beyond the boundary sculpted unfree
Concepts graven in emptiness to what
Can surely be until what truly is
Is touched. A joined now of effort and bliss

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XVI "

A year ago I was not this that I
Am now, no. Each new day passing forth marks
Not a journey in time alone. These forms
Of flesh and thought we know as ours belie
Their truth, with a gentle flowing change, thereby
Seeming a constant, but 'tis not so. Ways
Loved as part of life shift unseen. Yet cries
Of anguish rise from earnest lips to high
Places when we discern this fluid nature
And fearing a vaporous soul we dim
The view, and blindly hold to a caustic cure,
Wishful fantasy. To face our thoughts and trim
The base is hard, so very hard, though 'tis sure
A healing way, where firm efforts, may win.

"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXXI "

I exists after the fact form follows
Function cultural paradigm selfish
Me centric universe causes birthings
Of effect anger hatred depression
Apathy mixed appendages of thought
Once grown manipulated consciously
Or pre-consciously from conditionings
Familial T.V. others self school work
Associations numerous random
Unseen out of the darkness fear more than
A word life bone pillar construct of worlds
Entire here a breath then gone we pass
A steaming moment turn around and look

"Soon"

Somewhere, in the inner depths of mind
Shines the future of mankind.
No archetype truth is gleaming.
Just simple attitudes
Formed and waiting for millennia.
Viable seeds of awareness
That someday will find
A fertile atmosphere upon the world.
I see a blooming of meekness.
Sustained not by a waning hope
But thriving in the love
Of a billion souls united.

so there was a dog
once upon a time, for thousands of years
somewhere it bit somebody, it was a pup
and who cared?

Sparrow


She takes the hunger of her *****
       to cheap bar room shadows
       the crimson burn is calling

Speaks to her in a forgotten language
       ever since three days after
       her thirteenth birthday

Awkward bony girl tasting the deep
       of yearning
       naturally lemon

When her mother finds her
       with the neighbor boy

Curious adolescent
       nothing more dangerous than a
       loaded *****
       attached to innocence

Beat on hard as the devil for a week
       by his covertly fantasizing father
       owner of days dreaming oral ***
       lips to nectar peach fuzz
       with Mayflower repercussions
       post ******* vision

She however suffers teens eternity
       with screeching soprano condemnations
       acid tongue burning
       undeniable seed to root to life

To the dark for merely knowing the truth
       of hardness inside her
       wanting it

As a sparrow wanting to fly

"Stabs of Pain"


Those stabs of pain that ***** our minds to such
Degree we lose our hold upon ourselves,
Seems to me these are the terror of this
World. And with open eyes I see they will
Not cease throughout eternity. Then what
Is there for us to do but learn to tame
The measure of their force as best we can,
From within, and without?

"Stand Up"




the body reverberations of a use to be spirit
man or woman who know which is first or previous
to the echo standing on the corner in blue suede sneakers
the light turns green society continues on its merry way
continues overpowering the individual because the individual
is an indefensible myth otherwise it would stand alone
which it can't the universe is to cold without the sun
which is life bearer free and happy god creative force
artist progenitor of the world in the beginning we always say
what comes out in hindsight is so clear because it is the only
real reality that we can see as we walk backwards into the future
we describe the scenery already in the past of our experience
but its such a feel so good answer that comforts we think its
the future and go back to the comedy/***** of errors wondering
why we get such a bad taste in out mouths again and again we are
amazed at the rules of life like don't punch a tiger in the face
but at least two times every day someone does it just to see
what will happen less expensive than a football game and more
exhilarating that's what most of the pain is about ninety percent
of the time anyway cheap forms of entertainment the other ten
percent well who knows maybe if we stop the unneeded big part
we will be able to do something with the little part that bites
but i don't know might as well ask someone to stop overeating
makes no sense to stop unless you want to so live and let live
and learn and learn over and over again and again each person
at a time sentient slates need to be written on and why should it end
that is how human beings are that is the wheel itself give up the
process and your eyeballs fall out the heart stops beating crap
backs up and we explode out the emergency exit and something
else stands up and starts walking

there was a time long ago in the future
of humanity that folded minds into light

the stars were bright and meaningful
to all who knew the words gone past

history of dreams dogma far exceded
walking backwards into the present

what else is there but we be here now
imagine a life that is imagined

call the spirits call the gods definitions
concepts of the creator weakly shared

ignorance is exaltation wisdom is bane
yet the sky is blue sometimes or pitch

no one exists or ever has a being
we see smell hear taste and touch

a dog is always here for some reason
and will tell me what is true perhaps

the corps on the ground is my own
i turn away and travel a stagnant path

"Stimulus"


A universe of stimulus
No wisdom to be found
****-a-move compulsive
We contrive ourselves
Into existence
Addicted to return
We return
To our own *****
And effluence
So hungry

Stormy Sea

if on a dark and stormy sea
   washed with cold and spray
i see a lighthouse calling me
   i will gladly turn away
  
want the travail of the wind
   want the cold and spray
harbour is an earthly place
   no place for me to be

Stormy Sea

if on a dark and stormy sea
   washed with cold and spray
i see a lighthouse calling me
   i will gladly turn away
  
want the travail of the wind
   want the cold and spray
harbour is an earthly place
   no place for me to be

there is  a turning of revolution to be free
but darling don't you know i can't see

i saw a child in misery
his name was evil son

there is a place of here and now
it died upon the vine

what wonders left are infinite
don't put the blame on me

there's many a million of hate discreet  
many of love it's true

give me a taste
of reality
i want you
oh divine


i see you now my only child
you died a lonely dream
my mind has left reality
you are my only dream

"Sweet Smile"


Sweet smile
Walking away
Do you live
The live long day
I think not
That your honest
Presence is a continuous
****** attribute of the
Pretty woman you are
Currently attached to
Moment by moment
Aggregates coalesce into
The physics of your brief
Existence which is that
Which i now write about
In my need and desire
To express in words
The experience of this mountain
Here and now
For your viewing pleasure
And perhaps

oh sweetums
i bless your comfort touch
the thought of heaven
recedes

i walk in my mind
dream of reality
legs wobbly i wobble
the snowy streets

please give me a moment
that we call our own
no need for future
just us and now

"Swirls"


Life around me swirls
I curl
Into a ball
Prickly spines of anger
Pointing out
I contemplate my navel
Common, human, lint filled, navel
I open up
Look, feel, wonder
The curl is so tempting
Comforting, limiting
Life
So swirly

Syndrome


Birth:
Traumatic stress
Life:
Post traumatic stress
Society:
Post traumatic stress
Syndrome

i want to something to you
but cannot think of
anything worth your
time,,,, take care

"Task"


In legend, forethought, characterized Prometheuas,
         is praised for the dawning acts of man.
Yet one magic swirling of the mind, beautiful
         and cherished, may emptily wane.
But to share this thought, this ethereal
         breath of consciousness, is the blessing.
Nature's progressive effort, that deepens
         the glory of our existing.

And upon this rock of communication
         lay all the trappings of man
That surpass the feeble struggles
         of a single pair of hands.
Oh to sing the praise of man's physical
         works, an eternal task of delight.
But I stand to speak of inner things,
         love, hope, wonder, and perhaps,
                 higher light.

the frazzled mind abounds
i have one
the calm mind abounds
teach me

"Ten Thousand Stars"

Ten thousand stars
A tiny fraction of life's beauty
And completely indifferent to us all.

The energies of their existence
Create a ridiculous measure of power
Dwarfing the total output of man.

The strength of human emotions
So responsible for the course of the world
Matter not at all to ten thousand stars.

The sum of all endeavours perverse of benign
The sum of all tears of love or pain
The sum of all laughter ever known
Carries no weight or meaning.

The passions within us
Creating the piercing truth of our lives
So precious and holy and all consuming
        to ourselves
Are not even noticed
By ten thousand stars.

"Thank You"


This truth is not pretty
I have never done it
I hope I never will
If I live up to
What I see
I will die first
But for now
That is just a dream
You are just a man
Or a woman
In uniform
Living your choices
And I just want to say
Thank you
For killing for me

"The Agonies"


The agonied afflictions
Universal push
Of process
Unbidden

"The Bark"


Illusion pales reality
Clinging fires the heart
Intensity raptures the moment
And we play with the ghosts of the bark

"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

differentiate between
   the obscure of time
and the real now
   falling forward

no place is here true
   but a piece of what
can be is whatever

i smile and drift
   my mind and this
is but a short poem

"The Child's Eye"


responsive    the stars are
         atomic push and pull
cute    the child's eye

"The Cockroach"


the fleet canary was green
flying     out the window
the pair of feet were dead
white     alone in the corner
with nothing but a cockroach
for company
the cockroach was inquisitive
brown     and ready to be crunched
though somehow unafraid
the red smear was everywhere
splattered to the four corners
of the womb like room
the war     just beginning

"The Consciousness"


The consciousness that manifests
       is a fellowship of cause

love creeps deep in
vines and immerse
petty's wither out
bloom the universe

"The Dance"


The dance of life
is the purpose of life
dance

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 Deep"


Imaginary knifes and illusionary wounds?
Yet so much blood and screaming

Inescapable knifes and unavoidable wounds?
Yet thought is the deep of suffering

"The Drop Suffuses"


The drop suffuses throughout eternity
Ever wider the vibrant touch
Reborn each place and time forever

"The Empty Universe"


The empty universe gapes
We tremble and rush
To fill the egoless void
Art the glorious wonderful incredible
Creator of mind
Satisfies

"The Fall"


the cool dark night swish of wind in the leaves
aching to turn into fall schemes of fashion as old as the hills
on this global earth ball of gregarious dirt brown damp cling
under the fingernails of all god's children of the acres green majesty
that does not end and has been is and will be experience itself
even to dogs who appreciate the trees and learn from them
seek them out as teachers learning how to act in accord with
dog custom and the knowledge of the new days sensations create
what we can only guess at in dog brains and are just unaware
as in our own brains a mighty swoosh of thought in the cells
tells the story since how far back we are unable to even dream
of the falling into the unknown which was necessary simply
because it is the journey itself that we are now somehow able
to push and shove and move around a little bit and its an
avalanche that forever tumbles never hitting the bottom because the fall
is the most important part not the where from or whereto

"The Fresh of Night"


I saw an eagle motionless
       As stagnant kite on string
A pedigree of silence fell
       The ticks refused to bring
Their avalanche of next demurred
       Gray bellows ceased to sigh
Aged heavens dared to dissipate
       And toll the fresh of night

"The Glory"

The glory of the universe
Is formed between the ears
Thoughts are reality
Aspects of eternity
Flowing aimlessly
Through the mind
Until we shape them
We create our own world
Within
Influenced by
The without
Sometimes
Even controlled

"The Hardness"

I touch the hardness
In the night
And hold it close
The feel of flesh
Tingles me
Wet release thrills
Calms and satisfies
While searching for more

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

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 harbory of will
and causes a self
into being

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

"The Howling"

The howling independent self phantom
Of the egoid crumbles rainbow features
Born au natural to give us this
Eternity pin ***** conscious aggregate
Now here and bearing without knowledge
Light and dark dream shapes reality worlds
Stimulus response desire fear wheel-go-rounds

"The Kiss"


To guess the measure of our crown
Lends wing to cyclic days
Turns hopes of gray to stellar hue
Thoughts desolate to      fecund stays

A moment but a breath of now
A conscious but a kiss
From god to mortalled clay      awakening
The sum      from out soft slumber

I saw the look of innocence
Which i used to call stupidity
In the eyes of fresh young bodies
Moving freely about the planet
To see if they can find themselves
Or some thing worth it to be
Or merely exciting the senses
I don't know which but i guess
And think i know a big mistake
That fades a bit from time to time
To let me perceive now and then
New realities and or concepts
Like the look of innocence