Unconscious insanity
Divine madness
At landing zone X-Ray
A ****** blast
Crumbled the Congo boots
And melted his shin off his ankle

The N. Koreans didn't care about
Their ten to one body count as long as
That One American was dead

A policy error killed thousands
A mistake, covered up
Vietnam
Madness as madness

Compelled to write
Not by my will or even by want
These words, thoughts and ideas swarm around inside
Buzzing relentlessly like bees around a hive
Frantically making honey
These concepts force themselves out  
Not to my knowing what will be communicated
Yet I am employed to give them physical form
Much like a fetus exiting the womb
It no longer belongs to its Mother

The dandelions are new today
Up on the mountain top
Blades of new grass are alive today
Up on the mountain top

I came to pray to renew today
Up on the mountain top
On my knees in the dew today
Up on the mountain top

Asking for help I'm askew today
Up on the mountain top
Searching for the god I knew today
Up on the mountaintop

A decided mind projects shadows of perception

I arose this morning to the scent
Of this season’s first rose

I looked in wonder and was shown
Buds of many, these plants grow

The buds reveal a glimpse of
All The more beauty it stows

There are three bushes, flowers to be
Red and pink, in rows and rows

One rose bush is my Father, one is
My Mother and the other is Me

These rose bushes were grounded to
Represent a part of our family tree

Nihilism,
there's nothing like it.
Marriage,
as the ritualistic dance of death.
Illusory,
a desire not to know thy self.
Superimpose,
'the power' one onto the other.
Disillusioned,
a hope for love therein.
Cutting ties,
with the real source of love.
Confusing,
Hell for Heaven-union in separation.
Nothing,
nothing at all is here.
Reality,
is on the other side.
Love,
is freedom.

Each God is merely
An everyday Person or Situation
These situations, these Gods, these Life Forces
Are informing and revealing
By breathing meaning into these small things
That make up our human life
And human experiences,
Ultimately drawing human beings
Closer to Nirvana
The state of absolute freedom

Behold the problem
Ask for the answer
And accept it when it comes

Death as a symbol of the World
A mere change in form
There is no fear only love
All is forgiven in the here and now

Your perceptions are healed
Sickness, an illusion
And all mis-deeds, undone
Love looks upon itself

There is no separation
Resist any fear
Eyeballs are not the seeing
By which dispelled illusions are recognized

Reinstate your constructive powers
Your mind is healed and you are forgiven
There is no pain
There are no problems

The cold is making me numb
These people you know are dumb
Why are they talking to me?
I am flat as an iron board
Dry as a drink of Sherry
Mixed as a deck of cards

Go find the one I use the most
Can I **** off you like a host?
I am the game you gamble for more
I walk through walls when I can’t find a door
Send me your spare keys
I will take it all like a smashing set of thieves

Why won’t you play with me?
I don’t need you to turn up the heat
You drip all over me like *** under the sheet
You know I am the maiden the mother and the crone
Still you look up to me and see that I am Stone

Picket your signs for the protest
You may serve at my behest
Lingering long when I want you away
Running around when I needed you to stay
Craft me to be your favorite beer
Drink me down hard as long as it's not here

We are the one (1) in the middle, between two pillars.
The pillars are Life and Death.
These outer pillars are the opposite doorways - always
on either side of us.
Each doorway is its own portal.
Portals to new dimensions.
Angelic realms and places of higher consciousness.
The Eternal Flame Within.

A created space of air, fire and water
Welcomed into this sphere of time
Invoking guiding spirits and their wisdom
Searching for healing and wholeness
A ringing in the ears
The vibrational sound of the Universe
OM
A humble asking
A divine calling
OM

The pillar of flame becomes dual pillars
Two forces of fire slip into subconscious sleep
Open mind, open-hearted
Heart throbbing pulses felt
Submerged in water
The great purifier
Extinguishes the fire
OM
Giving thanks
A peaceful feeling
OM

Hated them all when I left that day
The work I do provides little hope

They are only thought forms
And I don’t care for any of them

They cause so much pain
Have no feelings for them at all

I resist the ‘what is’ and
The suffering becomes all mine

I try so hard, and then there comes the …

… the messed-up, scary pain
     and upside down-ness

… the schism
… the chasm
… the fissure

Lost and unattached, forced into
The bleak brain matter of PAIN

Panic in the blood stream
Fever on the palms
Untold horrors
A prophesy in the book of psalms

Poetry is working out the meanings of one’s own thinking, in plain view, and its result (the poems) are emotions catalyzed into words

Poetry is my illness, in writing ‘to let out what would ravage, if stayed in would be savage’ like a cat riveting at the furniture until a break in the opening to run free and explore

Poetry is wet clay of thoughts and poems are the molded finish

The collective works of the author is nothing other than a stream-lined autobiography.

Poetry is Life, invented

Creativity and Art as a constant when the mind is not

Poems are metaphors, literal meanings and poetry is a calling.

Words & phrases that change the world … full of passion, an expression of a free thinker

.. where Gods are created and Spirits soar

Poems tell the stories of men and woman, so that we may know ourselves, tell the powers of oracles and describe our fate

Everything is crumbling
Witnessing it breaking
We keep you well during the week
Only to wreck yourself on Saturday

Non-conventional, uncongenial
Paroxysms of a frenzied mind
More natural than supernatural
When stillness was lost, reason itself left

She, over there, and I, here
Against her wishes she remains
Borne down of the same, reticent soul
I too, with her, am in that cage

Surrender
     Sacrifice
          Self-examination
               Silence
          Steps
     Solution
Serenity

I will not pay eternally for my mistakes.
I know I did you harm, I admit.
Things between us are still bad,
how could we forget?
If you avoiding me is helping you heal, then do what it takes.

How can I not hate myself for hurting you?
Makes me want to harm myself.
Should my days that are happy be far and few?
Seems I should stop 'trying' since you've placed me on a shelf.  

I'm frustrated with you, I thought I had made my amends!
What more do you want from me and to what ends?
Now I'M hurting, I must've had it coming!
The hurt I did to you, is to me at last returning!

Admire her Independence
Now is her homecoming
She came from a long way away
She is beautiful with her scars

Gaze in astonishment at The Four Horsemen galloping over the rotted lands
Witness as the Death Wielder chops off heads that roll around in the sands
Let it be known that the tomb is death’s womb as the darkness of thy mothers’ womb

Beware of the Raven of the Woods and of the creatures crawling between heaven & earth.
Know that there are Chthonic gods, infernal, bad and unpleasant deities of the underworld.
Stay clear of these grudging and vengeful destructive forces known as the Three Furies.  
You will know these punishing hags by the snakes in their disheveled hair
and from the blood dripping from their eyes.  
If you see their whips, run for your life,
for they will punish you unceasingly for your lies.

Cringe at the horror that changes ordinary faces into boiling madness.
You will find discolored pus oozing from the enlarged white-heads
where tender red rings encircle the infected regions of your skull’s surface.  

In realms of blackened fates, I recall that she had to die a second time, in my remembrances of her,
so that I may have survived the first (of her actual death).

In this medieval labyrinth of purgatory, your spiraled fate also becomes mine.

We are primal people
Dissociating from the ordinary world
Through the alternate dimensional doorways
To the celestial realm
While assimilating shadow content

We are Shaman voyagers on our vision quests
Traversing forests while haunted
By spirits of disease
Howling and bellowing like crazed bulls
Growing she-eagle wings and
As ministers of magic
Displaying mastery of all the elements

Healed healers know and remember
We are contemplative and creative
We are prophets, mystics, guardians and guides

****** myself, I, for deeds done and not done!
Cursed that horrid deed.
What would have come to be had you pre-deceased me?
Voiced in visualizing a rise of the dead in dreams
The power is death passing suffering in seizures of nineteen nights
Take away the veil of the evil in this nightmare of no awakening
Come, this way, I will show you hellishness seeping in thru cracks of the mind

In this bind I have to you I have been made deadened
Alone to follow the demons in this world
Hark to the angels to sway my actions and lock my lips!
With benign forces on a cosmic level
And all the unnatural deeds
Compassion and forgiveness lie upon us, unto each to the other
If anyone is listening, tell me now, who summoned this chaos?!

Given to women and taken the child, oh joy and ruthless cruelty!
Born and unborn.  Done and undone.
Taking my future with the end of yours, oh retched moans.
What is the hint of that to come?
Where are we in this existential void?
A sovereign flower plant seeds for regrowth in a new time.
The smell of sickness lingers
Can what’s done be undone?!

The cutting blades of thoughts
Swaying one way only to swing back this way
Again, for another ****!
I’d thought they’d be duller after much use
Instead, they swing faster as if my brain is the sharpening tool.
The gauges are becoming deeper and with better precision.
“Please STOP” I yell.
“Please HELP” I cry.
I don’t think there is anyone here.

Am I the protagonist?
I am frightened in my shaken center.
Who is in charge of the new order?
Can I be made limitless, safe, healed and whole?
I beg you, make me free to forgive and free to save the world!

Awaken from ******* so the power can be heard
When words do not reach you
It is found in the stillness of silence

Remembering your identity
Pain as a gateway to peace
Written on your heart
Barriers as the obstacles to truth
Fall away in the stillness of silence

Death removes from us all that we are not
And is a spectacle of the powers of the Universe
To join us as One
Fear not this change in form and
Find strength in the stillness of silence

The Soul
as the unifying presence
in the midst of our
human weakness
in the face of Spirit

Sacrifice
Love
Presence
Humility

Let us surrender
to the way of the Universe

Ego shattering
Space
Fragile
Fleeting
Crumbling
Opening of the formless
Everyone was asleep and he walked out
Switching places
Loosing faces
The wrong way IS the way
Something good is coming

Placed on her head and heart
Make my hands a channel for healing
Save her life or stop my heart
Frozen in limbo lost in ill feeling

At your service and your mercy
Trust we will your fateful determining
Plead to you for everlasting mercy
For our crises now is overwhelming

Arise sweet babe, lamb of love
Feel the life in her, a revival, a blessing
All the more powers that be for love
Keep her safe and protected and living

Going forth to face the challenge
In truth we grow from your strengthening
To prosper are the fruits in facing challenge
It is only you who are breath giving and breathtaking

Tercet #1
Mired eyes revealed your life was ending
Vacant cries came before the death was over
Frozen guise made for us a new beginning

Tercet #2
Body pulverized, oxy came in for the ****
Lungs oxidized, the machine kept you alive
Mind traumatized, nothing would ever be still

Tercet #3
Senses stabilized though family was in strife
All agonized because of your suicide
We rhapsodized upon your return to life

In the First of Days,
Before Death was made up to be an intruder, a mistake or a message wrongly delivered,
Death was temporary.
Like a Snake sheading its skin.
A crab crawling from its shell.
Death was a Renewal.
We Live, dying.

The voice on the phone
God is calling
Behold, a sharp object  
To drain the blood and hasten life
So be it

Shallow is the breathing
As the chest widens expands and opens
The Universe poured out
Into the infinite and the eternal
All is Light and Energy
So be it

Stardust gathering
Galaxies twice unseen
Broken planets for fixed-up minds
Tangled and ****** she sees
So be it

A radiant abundance
Meaning-less
I want to go home
More will be revealed
So be it

Blades give to shades unknown
Undue the World to satisfy
Not of this flesh
Vapor wounds
Pushes me forward
Bringing me home
So be it

There’s life, of course
Inevitably there is death
And then
There is the final death
We live and we die
The living remember and celebrate the dead
The dead live on through tales told by the living
When you’re talked of and in memory of,
You live on ~
In death.
When no one speaks of the dead,
To carry on their legacy,
The dead then have reached
The Final Death.
Will you remember me?

Postmortem thoughts raced in his head
The wet-blanketed machinery post war over-head
Tassels in the stream wave lengthened and abated
Left under wrought iron, muted and latent  

Grave-full the wondering over hills
Smoke ridden skies play fiddles for thrills
Marked a deserter a coward to-be
Stave joins the uniform woe is the helmet free

Consumption as the assault forum
Malaria under tent field wounds
Strategically sound mortals woven and bound
Orders on muskets, send out the hounds!

Bought for the trade ore a plantation plow
Burned to rubble soot and sow
Family mantle abandon its urn
No food for the season now is their turn

My biblical name means Lamb.
My astrological symbol, a Lion.
Representing innocence and strength
Going forth together in perfect harmony

The necropolis
city of the dead
A grave
Stone
Walking above
Rotting below

Broken turns beautiful
The form dissolves violently
Death removed from her all that she was not
And her essence remains
Sacredness found in sorrow
Peace in the unrest

Nature came to know itself thru her
Nature rejoices in her

The World unzipped, fell open
pealed apart from its encasement
Away the shroud was unveiled  
A shift in the sequence of Time
A Gift
Guilt did not exist
A Gift
Brought on depression a wish for death
The Event
Unfrozen to wake up
The Event
Hast melt away the solid water of pain
Earth of no value
One instant out of time can bring time’s end!
It is ever and always only Now
Cracked open like Humpty Dumpty
The time that is will never ever tell

Do you ever feel as though you know the truth of all things?
Do you ever feel as though you know the entire universe all at once?

Have you ever felt 1,000 years of pain as if it were all your own?
Does it seem like you can feel all of the energy, all around?

Do you believe there is only one thread of life that is always moving in and through you in the place where there is no time and space?
Are you experiencing the most blissful joy, together with a deep, deep sorrow?

In short, do you FEEL too much? And are you confused by all this happening within? Me too!

We've enjoyed many a good day
Countless wonderful moments
Young and healthy (but you are) broken
We have a death to make
I was your first closeness
And I'm told we don't have a relationship
I need your strength I have none
Did I already miss next week?

God was seen wandering around unattended
On the second floor  
Of the downtown Presbyterian Hospital
In the issued opened-back faded mint green gown

God had been admitted to the Hospital, after being picked up
Due to a spree of drunken debauchery.    
God suffered symptoms of memory laps
And an ‘inflamed’ mind
God’s fright paralysis and hyperarousal were also in the mix

Much like the Ouroboros who slays itself
And brings itself back to life
God lives, still, on an endless recycling,
On the second floor of the downtown Presbyterian Hospital

God mingled with the staff and the residence
Making funny coincidences and disorienting reality
Eating ice chips and drinking stale coffee
God looked on carefully to distinguish followers from foes  

Making God’s own sort of rounds
God went around asking family if they’ve got ‘God Conscious?’
Kind of like the slogan ‘Got Milk?’
In those who did not respond to questioning, it was obvious
They did not hear God even ask and clearly did not have this
God Consciousness
That’s OK, God would think quietly, “you soon will.”  

Most did not recognize God as anyone other than a patient
God’s beard and bare feet gave not a clue
There was one young child however, in room 202
Who looked up and saw what she knew to be True
Her monitor stopped and right there and then she joined in God
That young child in room 202

Labored calm, dust form into electrolyte
Dirt, scraping orbs of reason won’t obey
Violent winds take the umbrellas to flight  

Shooting down as a neurotic typewrite
Currents, crass! Making havoc throughout the day
Rain hides the distant mountains from our sight

Sounding the alarm, the air gives no respite
Swirls about such as Degas’s ballet
Violent winds take the umbrellas to flight

Planting in our minds the seeds of eyebright
Chaos and confusion are underway
Rain hides the distant mountains from our sight

Wearing iridescent labradorite
No shelter from the storm to our dismay
Violent winds take the umbrellas to flight

We beg you, take us away from ourselves
Mother Nature lay upon us your sway  
Violent winds take the umbrellas to flight
Rain hides the distant mountains from our sight

Trim back the parts of me protruding
unwantingly in everyone’s face

Sever from me the dead branches that no longer
serve except to scrape my fellows’ sensitivity

Pluck off these withered and unrecognizable
leaves that pitifully and desperately
held on throughout Winter              

Uproot these weeds of deeply burrowed
manipulations and please pour a gallon
of **** killer on my roots

Smash the restless tendencies of ants,
ever planning and controlling; cave in
their castle of lies

Did you notice that black widow spider
patiently waiting to poison all that is dear
in my life?

While at it, might as well neatly scoop up
the rocks and pebbles of thoughts and
reason that have scattered across the drive way
and put them back into proper context.