Not orthodox
Beauty. Fear. Pain.
Sick and suffering
Darling Nikki. Purple Rain.

       La Mancha, Spain

           Elevated train

                 Beltane.

to fight the anxiety
   breath and memory
         courage to feel free

Yo I get stupid
I shoot an arrow like Cupid
I use a word that don't mean nu'in like looptid.


- The Humpty Dance

to finally let the caution go
      write from the heart - just let it flow
                I love her intensely, will she ever know?

                                   it would be wonderful
                                       (not likely though)

wandering, wandering UNC
   Franklin Street definitely
           southern me?

When I traveled in Taiwan
I often took the train
I remember the typhoons
Relentless was the rain

Passed and prayed a Dragon Temple
Daily on my way to school
The students most respectful
My sons a-swimming in the pool

Taiwan an island in the ocean
Some say the South China Sea
The Buddha and Confucius protect the people
Asian islands inside me

George W. Bush said, Bring ‘em on
And welcomed the World of Terror

Confidant he could kick its ***
No way he could make an error

Millions then died in Iraq
Grandpas and children and women

He lives in riches in his Texas home
In his fancy pool he’s swimmin’

Mass destruction may well be found
Sometime in the future

When historians see what he did
Cannot be healed by suture

The terror now is all around
Chickens home to roost

If America was just and not obscene
He would hang in public from a noose.

sky all purple and red
that’s really what he said

electric moment return
the sun at night still burns

crazy? then let’s go
motherless child I know

elevator and time no more
so punch to a Higher Floor

the beat, the sound, the sky
the beauty when doves do cry

Miss you
Really do
   So long ....

They won't teach you this in Church
Because they are afraid of the stakes

But the terrible (and mysterious)
Truth is this:

                       Even God makes mistakes.

a poem in a dream to me strangely came
    I shared it in London with a stranger
                    Samantha James

           my life now in some danger
                           but also

        I appear to be being pursued
         by curious coincidences and

                      sacred names.

Give her patience
Give her insight
Give her understanding

I fly
I fly by night
Quietly I'm landing

I am one who kneels
Then walks
Then boldly standing

Ecstasy reveals
Conversation
And commanding

       Wait for it!

Cliff Pickover tweets
   young sons sung
         Trappist-1!

Make up for my sins
By waiting. Patiently waiting.
No grandiosity
No thrills, chills, kills

Just waiting, not much happens
Ordinary boredom
Prayers for friends and family
Movies, the Dao De Ching

Get the timing right
Patientia
The pulpit in perplexity
The green and purple thing

Susan, Judi, Wendy
Decades, Centuries
Charlotte, North Carolina
Bucharest, Budapest, Nanking

                        Linkoping.

Conversation with Mark in California
And Paul, the man in black
As I walk from the campus home

Memories, maybe a mission
maybe not: still I ramble and roam

Tonight solitude and Moby ****
Tomorrow Chesterton and Thomas More

               Ohm manepadme Ohm.

chaos within
dancing star

Wendy darling
wonder where you are?

cell phone poems
near and far

Finnegan’s Wake
Irish bar

Solo stroll
dolphins Del Mar!

the bipolar perhaps a gift
but it causes so much trouble

never can see one side
always must see double

hospitals and coincidence
names inside my bubble

anxiety leads to insight
poems amidst Time’s rubble

years and years studying Divine Names
drawn to mold breakers, not more of same
        artists are those who find fame
           life goes on, unknown aim
                  
so much sadness and xenophobic blame

but tonight, tonight, tonight....

  tonight my beloved boys will play games!

I’ve tried to care for women
But only rejection in return

The quieter, geeky types like me
Get only hated, scorned, and spurned

The female human animal
Also filled with malice

True in suburbia
True inside the palace

Despite this deep despair
I reject misogyny

I just could not find the right one
To blend with one like me

I’m wounded, guilty, hurting
But still I wish her well

What will happen now
Ain’t no tongue can tell.

Europe and Asia in my mind
Though my time is slight
To ancient things I am inclined
But not to Sein und Zeit

I write because I ...
Tomorrow I see my son
Batman the Protector
Protect Taipei 101

       y un pequito fun

I do like taking ubers
A little conversation

Only been there in the summers
But I like the Swedish nation

Istanbul for 3 weeks
Would be a nice vacation

I have religious torment
But cannot find salvation

Nature and human nature
Frightening the predation

Sometimes sweet such silence
Quiet elevation

This lengthy quarantine
Intensely isolation

Will I travel again?
Don't know.  For now it's just staycation.

I'm getting ideas for May 4th
Visiting Skywalker Ranch

But this one is in New Jersey
Kind of a musical branch

There has been a disturbance
The Force has now been altered

Don't let me lose my nerve
Hey Now! I can't falter

   As a deer longs for running streams!
                           Psalter.

Sound and Fury
       Sleep
      Silence

My dark side is the terror kind
Shiva the Destroyer

I have a bipolar mind
And now no new employer

Basketball, cd player
Facebook, silent nights

Dragonrider, Dragonslayer
True Taipei twilights

           And lanterns.

Rilke's angels
11:11
More Muslim than Christian
2237

I was in Austria
Just a few days
Sonnets to Orpheus
Shakespearean plays

Rainer Maria
Lesbian poets
Roses and thorns
Goes forth and so its

Angels above me
Jesuit justice
Alex attentive
Gonna break, Gonna bust this

                   Chicago!

in sunshine meeting Ram
    still I miss my mom
        alaikum salaam ...

              waiting.

Mexican restaurant
Salsa, queso, chips

35 years later
Her kiss upon my lips

Awake again at night
Darkness in my room

The Once and Future King
A kind of English Doom

Professor X.
Womb to Tomb.

The Razor's Edge
       Subtlety
         Shiva

Myths can be quite poison
But also mystery
Courage to go boldly
Protection for my 3

Slowly and with patience
Si - strategically
Daily life is steadiness
Dublin meant to be

Daily life is ordinary
Steps more than flight
Eckhart, maybe Holderlin
More than Sein und Zeit

One eye on the task at hand
One eye on posterity
I thank God for basketball
Keep me tenderly

                China free ...

In Staunton - growth
Poetic oath
To sing from the heart
Als Ick Kan
(the best I can do)
By my troth!

When I read about the shamans
I wonder about myself

I too had the vertigo
Soul Sickness on my shelf

I cannot speak with animals
No nightflight contact with the Dead

But the poetry came in a dream
Much music in my head

I woke and wrote, then it poured forth
Plus perhaps a fan photo of my mother

More unusual occurrences
I wonder what waits to discover?

I don't make a good atheist
Though I too face annihilation

I would gladly leave tonight
For a 2 week Venetian vacation

Or maybe Istanbul
Ayasofia elevation

But I just sit inside
Silence is my staycation.

I was given sickness
Sickness was given me
My mother died at 54
Now I'm 53

Fatherhood is often joy
Marriage is misery
America too will fall
Just you wait and see

I'm tired and I'm lonely
Still I say xie xie ni
Desafortunadamente
Pero silent si

                we

Charleston is charming
Wind, sun, water
Talk with my sons
Hope for her daughters

Life is indeed Absurd
Still I try to do my best
She and I, silent Thai
Her hair upon my chest

Florida has the Hurricanes
Seattle has the snow
Poems that endure
But I'll never know

Touches, gentle touches
Spanish lullabies
Susan Darlene Meek:
Dark hair, blue eyes.

I am quite familiar with Neverland
Quite familiar with fire
Asia has the bullet trains
Suffering is caused by desire

I showed her my Uniquity
Truthful - not a liar
Carolina Inn
Where I'd like to fly her

But I live alone
No longer 17
Her eyes are ocean blue
My eyes Seattle green

I wish her the very best
I toast what might have been
Before I take my rest
Some good thing between

                 Jolene!

Navajo nation, silent relations
        New Mexico and Plato
               snow tornado

Nothingness means return.
Nothingness is the body of the Tao.
Not only man, but plants and animals
and all living things are part of this body,
this body of nothingness.
Everything is one with nothingness.
There aren't two things in this universe.
To realize this is the goal not only of Taoism
But also of Buddhism.
Everything in this world changes.
Taoists and Buddhists seek
That which doesn't change.
That is why they don't seek fame or fortune.
They only seek the Tao,
Which is the nothingness
Of which we are all created
And to which we all return.

- Jen Fa-jung, abbot of Loukuantai

Yes, Eric Alterman.

Basketball tonight
Deep the twilight blue

Ponyboy O Ponyboy!
Two-bit told you true

Outsiders are protectors
This the children knew

Fire on the Mountain
The church is burning too

                  New!

Helsinki harbor, but just a few hours          cherry blossom trees, Thai orchid flowers
La Florida sun - power thundershowers ...

                       spacetime

Dreaming of Chinese Hermits
                 Taiwan
                Red Pine

Who doesn't like likes?
Chase them in the night

Subs at Jersey Mikes
We're all searching for the light

Today he turns 13
Born downtown Taipei

One day Tokyo?
I pray one day he may

I'm not white he says
Just a hint of Asian eyes

What I wish for most
Unexpectable surprise

     Gandalf the Wise!

disrupting the disrupters
       a bit funny, but not for money
                      not psychotic - Quixotic!

Fear of abandonment
I've got it bad

Because of the breakup
Problems with my wife and dad

Intercede
Sweet Sir Galahad

Knight errant
Reading mad

Spanish moss
Irish lads.

ordinary. nonheroic. troubled.
confused
to do the best I can
frightened and abused

Life is Suffering
I like bullet trains
Lost in Translation
Runnin' round my brain

so sad, so sad
but the nurse was smiling kind
for a different body
and a different mind

                 no sign

Death may be a mercy
This life of pain on pain

I've been to New Jersey
Rode the Taipei train

Three little birds still singing
I keep on hearing 8s

The barbarians are inside
The collapsing 'Mercan gates

            vegetarian plates