There once grew
a plant of great pleasures
The gardener
GMO’ed it
beyond measures!

He feared the potency
may be a bit to potent
even for a biblical god
wearing a Trojan

And so..
he crafted two humans
whom he proceeded to
vicariously
live within…

And so you know
what happened next
an endless lie
a slithering slice
of heavenly pie!

Amen
pass the ammunition!!

Eerily in the morning
I tend to follow rules
But...
rhyming in good timing
lack a certain cool!

When evening passion flows
my soul resumes it’s journey
my word in hot pursuit
to express a primal yearning

Stings of my guitar
bend from black to *****
connecting all the patterns
fast fret rockabilly groves!
And…
I’ve been known to play a bit
of jazzed soak blues…

The days are long
for a bard such as me
For…
I come from Traverse City
with a guitar on my knee!

Is it moral
being the gate keeper
deciding when life shall emerge?
If not the best timing
shall new life be purged?

I speak of my farm
swarming with new birth
Did god appoint me caretaker
of a piece of his earth?

If all of these wombs
were actually placed in my charge
my world would become
far to large!

I get my information
from the dirt…
While running my hands
through the fertile earths…
My mucus membranes
collect the biome beneath..
ancient mycelium filaments
feed my primal needs!

Some thing $100000.00
can’t make you happy
if you’ve never
had anything $.00

Behold..
as I transmit
an impending
thought
I often think
aloud!
When
my words
turn to rhythms
there strikes
a tuning fork
on the surface
of my human cells
a place where
tiny antennas
pick up signals
from somewhere
beyond!
That why I
leave the lights on!

Politics are enraging
a running with the bulls
I use to follow reverently
My anger rarely cooled

Math is but patterns
repeating through our lives
love doesn’t adds up
equity with our strife

Science is quite random
our awareness of measurements
try to rap your mind around
an abyss of happenstance

History forlorn
a past of cultural lies
beware the tellers of the truth
for the end is always nigh

Psychology interesting
‘til ya figure it out for yourself
Freud would have us all
living in a state of doubt

Quantum Physics
a subject that takes me home
to the matrix
of my soul
where I'm subject to be
never alone!

With heavy heart
I grieved the death
Of who you pretended to be...

And now I shall enjoy a brand new
Fresh reality!

That manifest beyond
Our unfortunate
dearly departed friendship'

A sweet eulogy ya see!
Funeral's need not be sad!

A white lie is still a lie!
behind trivial reasoning
there always hides
an out right lie
……..