Hasn’t this all happened before? Or, I mean; isn’t it all happening again? Did I read the same story in a book once? Or see it on a large screen? Didn’t I dream this or hear someone telling it in passing? This whole thing is so familiar It’s told the rule of law is lost To power once again As if As if it never escaped Destruction comes swiftly She-go dreams of silly futures that can’t be real Don’t fool yourself He says I fall away And so you do So I can see
There are those who thrive in chaos And those who seek the end of paper cranes parading as sky replacers Those who throw their bodies to the winds of change Who would trade lives for truth and ending lies Because lying lives aren’t living real at all If you forget where you came from before it all sunk in then you have to forget where you got to underneath all the sink
Maybe we won’t ever be able to go back to what? How it used to be? Humans have always weaponized their own bodies And to what end? What if the virus likes us and wants to stay And spread out a bit just like we did What if Americans for some odd reason Maybe their diet high in saturated fats and sugar Make the perfect biosphere Rona likes for chillin and relaxin?
Like the ripe midwestern plains Lookin juicy and ready for the pickins By our forefathers and their children Just like that Rona can’t really see how much pain and awful suffering she and her thriving offspring been causin us Americans She doesn’t really care either cuz she’s been roaming all over the world Searching for a suitable place to rest after just arriving on this new wonderful world Rona once thought she heard called human Though she preferred to think of it as home
The mind clings to forms to hold against the silence to guard itself from you the secret deadly enemy hanging out on your own front stoop winkin’ at your little sister and begging for an invite to dinner you can let him pass too onto the vapor of a conjured illusion you can let the words coming from here get stronger you can hear me more clearly and louder the self that you buried under the rot of yesterday’s tomorrow all that chatter is of no matter you can tell
But don’t tell of the nonsense of nothings wrapped in desire that’s old news from days when newspapers were read that talk takes the time of a 20th century backpacker hiking Truth’s trail NOW is the only time that there is for waking from the ringing of the bell don’t stomp out the silence the one answer screaming the reality one is
Only in silence you remember the key to the treasure in the chest holding your heart crafted in love isn’t that the whole happiness quotient wrapped up like a perfect peace package I just can’t comprehend the human species and its endless repeating crimes how many life sentences does one have to get to see only the Self and be free burn off the rest of the pride every lyin’ thought’s last roar into dust forms can’t hold true life it’s real light making ghostly forms known
Light Fills The stillness, Silent, first, Then crashing, With my breath A beat Behind, And I breathe, And will Breath To fill The stillness, Meeting The light, Greeting The crash, And holding Steady In between. And I breathe.
I watch My mind Cast words In lines That carve Then bind To stem The weeping Of wounds They leave Behind. And I breathe Into My body Onto My mat Next to My partner Stitching bits Together In order To Remember.
I shift To rise And To unfold And watch Legs Extend from Hips He’s known And held As me, And I Wonder What And whom They’re for Before I join Him And the others In pretending Together To be Apart.
She flits Through my mind And I Feel her Laughter In my bones As joints Release With a pop. She rests Around the edges Of my mind And I feel Her burdens As I Reach into Growth. She gazes Into my eyes And I Recognize Myself in grey As breath fills My body, Making room For all Of what Could be.
I find Myself In A world Apart All glimpses And echoes I can’t Quite Clutch With words Before the Bell Rings Me back Into skin And I breathe Space between There And here And feel Waking And forgetting As one.
I slip From Now To the nows That pose As laters And I Wonder What’s to be. I watch With eager Curiosity Then Anxious Uncertainty The loves I’ve gathered Along The way To make My later Matter. And in the space Between Postures Of not knowing I find The watcher.
