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-------------------------------- 1/20/13 I recommend my ideas only to the paper I write them on. ******* 3/6/13 Maybe our fathers are looking for our praise. ******* Living Prayers 5/2/07 Breathing love into words, a living prayer comes into being. Its pollen lights upon our ears, and somehow our hearts bloom. ******* Simple perfections 10/4/13 Strenuous undertakings for simple perfections drove them to mental gymnastics. Satisfaction guaranteed in the locking of a door, getting the label on the blanket to face just the right way, the maintenance of kitchen cupboard protocol, the methodical placing of keys and phones... The drawbridge at the front door, that keeps chaos from disturbing their controlled world? Simple, yet elegant. ******* 10/13/07 Wind is the sound shadows make both day and night. Clouds glide across the sky; their dark echoes rustle in the treetops, scraping, and hiding what's above. Their underbelly's spill to the ground as shadows wind-swept thin. You can hear them slip by. ******* Prints 10/4/13 You've left your mark upon the world. On your blanket, your spoon. Prints upon walls and cups, trees and stones, pencils and pets; your trail. Your shoes, your mother, your mother's shoes. Touching, imprinting, scattering DNA. The Johnny Appleseeds of loops and lines. Fingertip to fingertip, print to print, leaving traces upon faces. Your clothes, the remote. Your personal signature and seal laying claim to all you touch; inside your glove, on those you love... Every thumb and forefinger of everyone whoever lived left behind a not so silent history of human contact. Underground. In the air. Evidence of our grasp at meaning. ******* Dark Gravity 3/30/14 Not everyone you meet is human. There are the walking dead and vampires-- one would eat your brain, the other suck the lifeblood out of you. Black holes roaming our earth, ready to pull us in with all the dark gravity they embody. Avoid these analogies when possible. ******* But You Said 2/28/14 Does everything have an opposite? Duality says so. Good vs evil, up vs down, in vs out. What's the opposite of a dictionary? What does opposite mean? Well, you need a dictionary.. What's the opposite of a cup of coffee? No cup? No coffee? Tea? Day and night, left and right... The opposite of me, of you... inside out? What's the opposite of a dictionary? A comic book, hieroglyphics? A book of empty pages? What's the meaning of definition? The opposite of a dictionary is tyranny. ******* 4/5/13 When you know you don't want to hurt anyone, it's easy to take the world in. When you know it doesn't want to hurt you, it's even easier. ******* Stickman's Shadow 2014 Sadly passing on, he left nothing behind but his shadow. He looks good for his age. ******* |
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------------------------------- 2/20/13 We are before perception. We exist prior to experience. Here I am. In the end the earth takes us, the sky takes us, the sea... and we move on.. ******* 3/6/13 There's a big ole boulder in the yard jus sitten there. Doin nothin. Its ole gray bumpy bald head sticken up out the ground. We share this lifetime together. ******* Invitation to Peace 1/26/14 Everything is breathing in and out. On ocassion there is one giant planetary breath, and the whole world lifts, and hangs suspended. We drift in repose, an invitation to peace. ******* Pendulum 1/30/09 I watched my mother wear out, wind down. She came to a stop in the middle; still, neither moving in nor out. She gathered herself up into a single point and disappeared with time, just like that. ******* A Study in the Invisible 11/4/13 I write myself said the poem. This is the story being written by the poem that writes itself. The paper pulls down images hidden inside wood, inside the caverns of the earth. We all know what lead can do. Can paper pull down an empty image, all structure, no content? A see-thru image made of air, like clear water in a crystal glass, but there is no water, and there is no glass. A universal poem without bias nor complaint, nor point of view. A pure poem, the poem of itself. without rhyme or meter. I write myself said the poem. ******* RSVP 12/8/12 Would it be too much to ask? A bridge too far? Did we move into the realm of impossibilities? Anti-gravity invitations prove the theory of gravity wrong. They fly away and never come back. ******* 1/6/13 Reality thieves can take away a lifetime. They wrap you up in needless drama, robbing you of the earth's beauty. ******* "The Usual Suspects" 8/1/13 If you're a teacher, you're suspect. If you're a priest, you're suspect. If you work on Wall St, you're a suspect. Politician, suspect. Military, liberal, conservative, federalist, union, green, suspect. Just keeping an eye on one another. NSA--suspect. Suspect--media. Suspect-- religion. Suspect--power. "Everybody must get stoned." Immigrants are suspects. Foreign countries, strange languages, all suspect. Your mind, your lover's heart, suspects. The food you eat, air you breathe, water you drink. The past, the future, a story, a book, suspect suspect suspect. This poem, what's it up to? ******* Shoveling Compost 5/30/13 There isn't much difference between me and compost. There it is, the transformed, transfigured remains of the earth's nutrition. My healthy choices. This is what my consumption has become. We compost in the end. Composting is time. ******* 1/8/13 Existential Barbie: What's my last name? ******* |
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------------------------------ New Word Shuffle New words, blah, blah, blah. A robust piece of transparent bullshit. Rhetoric interfaced with a global appeal and faced with brand name endorsement. Talking to concepts, is my fav. Concepts don't talk back, nor hear, nor respond in any way, because they aren't alive. Speak to the idea of hunger... is so wrong on so many levels. ******* 2003 When we hurt, we hurt and hurt. When we heal, we heal a little at a time. This is how hurting and healing are the same. ******* 8/27/03 Green consciously fades into Fall. Flowers succumb to gentle persuasion. When we're finally convinced love is lost, we stumble on shadows, fall on our knees. A special wind then comes to blow us away, and light becomes darkness, and day becomes night. ******* Misnomers 4/4/03 A clothespin tipsy on a line, can nearly hold itself up. A thumbtack without a cause, rusted and bent into a door. Laces, shoeless, scattered onto the floor. The things that bind and secure, the things that hold together, in name, and little more. ******* 9/9/03 I was there for you for them for that for then for this. ******* Iceberg 2/14/14 The way we hide ourselves. If all were spoken and above the icy veneer, one would see that water is water. ******* This is So 10/14/13 There once was a child in whom clouds were free. He lived in the world, and it in he. Now clouds have come to cleanse and heal; two eagles circling say this is real. ******* 2006 I felt this same wind years ago. It pushes against my chest making the same sound; has the same smell. Warm and damp, its language blows across my face; every hair on my arms stands and listens. ******* Shatter 1991 When a heart breaks in the way a seed breaks, that's a good thing. If an egg breaks the way a chick breaks it, and a heart breaks like that... that's a good thing too. But if it breaks the way a dam breaks, or a glass breaks, or a dream... There are days that break, and waves that break, and sometimes there's a break in the storm and you catch a lucky break. ******* Always Has 11/2/13 "Be here now." You can save them you know, for then. Put them away for another time. Now-banking. You can deposit them into the future. Many in the past have been stashed away for later. Days, weeks sometimes full of present moments gone unnoticed, banked. They slide ahead into another dimension and wait for us. They slip away on the path to someday, vacuumed down a long tube slippery like a fish, until they all pile up. Moving forward takes on a new meaning. Here, then is now. ******* |