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------------------------------- Inner Voices 6/3/02 Are we words, numbers, shapes, colors? Words and numbers-- confusing. Shapes never lie. Maybe we're just sound filtering in from the heavens, meaningless and beautiful. Who comes forth from us as we act in the world? We can imagine ourselves into anyone. ******* Tumbled and humbled. ******* The Unknowable 8/5/02 When did I begin hiding behind words? At what point did I run inside talking? Talking to myself I write down the words making them important, to me. What's important remains within the unknowable: the world, myself, this existence. I fill up holes with more holes. ******* In Between 11/11/02 Is it morning or night? Darkness or light? The leaves are falling, birds arriving. The wind gathers a storm. The rain whirls like a dervish. No questions asked. ******* Children of Adults 9/6/02 We could bore you with the neglect inflicted upon us, though most of you would laugh, and the rest be envious: the adult neglected to fill in the chapters of our becoming. ******* 8/15/02 Blessings? Curses? Who knows? Angels or spells? Alone, a magical cape of camouflage renders one invisible. Saved or entombed? ******* New New New Lover 8/21/02 Fish on land, fish on the line, the estranged lover has no defense against time. In wandering eyes in one day, a good fish smells, and gets tossed away. ******* 7/29/88 What once was wood has turned to stone; what once was green is cut and gone. Where stood the oak stands glass and steel; progress plows forest and field. The rounded horizon now jagged and raw is barbed by wire, landscape no more. How sod held root now graded and paved, where Mother Nature rests is not a grave. ******* Survival 4/4/02 You watched them walk away. There's more to come. You were valueless in their eyes; the end of the story, the falling of leaves, the broken promise, the spent candle. You adapt, no longer crying in your soup. Understanding this niche, don't begrudge yourself. In the big picture, you're the frame, an empty margin in someone else's life. No sadness or loneliness. Become your favored company and best friend, and walk away. ******* Blue Dreams 3/1/02 Humans have spoiled a wet dream. Asleep, they ignore the true love of their lives. Misuse, abuse her. This lack of respect in the formula for our interactions turns everything into a commodity. What is the value of our wet planet? As she struggles to take us somewhere safely, we do our best to objectify her without conscience or care. Pubetans dreaming. ******* |
Observations
------------------------------- 2/27/02 When these words lift from the page and enter your eyes and journey to your inner ear, and you speak them inside your mind, do you hear me? As these words slip from my pen, will the words in my ears leave my thoughts to become feelings in the heart? Somewhere between my heart and your ear is a giant emptiness full of meaning, where our musings are kept, to be gathered an utterance at a time. ******* Beauty amongst beauty may sometimes go unnoticed. ******* Slaughterhouse The curve of the bow of the maple, so red. The honey jar upon the table, its label, red. The string wrapped round the dry herb hanging, orbits of crimson. Raging, it splashes over me blast upon blast. Souls fly by, crestless floods. My hands, red. Hammer, bone, the weight; the handle in my hands. I swing with all my might, hammer, bone, the weight; knees buckle at my feet, red. The sound, it's the sound that-- hammer, bone, the weight, crack, the liquid air rushes in upon my senses. Crack, my hands wrapped tight around, crack, my arms echo, crack, my body jolts... I smell the color drying and taste it on my lips. We lie asleep, my face grotesque. I dig my fingers into her thigh. and she quickly turns to hold me. I try to pull her close but can't-- she feels like sandpaper, a thousand pinpricks. Electric. Something masks my face: dark fingers shear off familiar scenes as I jerk awake, and in time rise to wash my hands. ******* America as Intended 12/20/82 Time set an eagle to flight up and into an enchanted night, intention being to bring to light seeds of love and grain. ******* In 2001 humans have learned to walk and drink water. ******* Your fragrance lived on in my car this morning. On my way to buy bread and milk sweet flowers bloomed in the cold September rain. ******* She said her heart was a nice place to visit, but she wouldn't want me to live there. ******* We propel the human mind forward. Can we stay ahead of it long enough to become wise? ******* A slippery thought slips by, I can't stop you; I don't know why. As thought to thought is linked so fine, there's a long train coming down the line. ******* 3/2/81 Men without boats on the river, the current silently flows past them. They remain fixed and dreaming. ******* Lost Civilizations Ate at Joe's 1981 The seed fell to the soil and reached for the sun. A cow ate that grass and a man ate that cow. Stop. Man ate that grass. Stop. Man went to the sun. ******* Divine 6/4/80 When eyes no longer shine, and ears have shut off meaning, a heart will go on beating. When taste has lost its tongue, songs hide from being sung, this love will be our saving. ******* |
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----------------------------- Pieces 12/20/98 It could be a puzzle or a broken... Pieces come in shapes like scenes from a movie, lines in a song, a sentence in a book. I put them into your heart to change your mind. I place a few more in and you go to your phone to call me. A few more pieces and I won't have to write this. ******* Visions 10/18/98 What if rivers flowed upstream, and snow and ice rose from the seas; if raindrops formed at our feet and ascended up our sleeves. No, rivers root above and crown below. Sailing toward the mountaintop, a traveler wouldn't ask these questions, he would simply sail. He may even dream of rivers that flow down to the sea. ******* 1/24/99 Our wishes direct our planets. You don't have to be a weatherman to create which way the wind blows. ******* The first rays of the morning sun make magic of the forest. Overheard in the writer's mind: does anyone know where we're going? Cast the stones, read the cards, consult the charts... are there no shortcuts? ******* June 1983 Nothing so still, quiet and relaxing, as a hot Summer Sunday afternoon, when children are napping, and machines have been silenced and put away. The sun soaked horizon shimmers in the distance. Listen. ******* Seeds, by nature will open to the sun above. With full intent leaves shoot skyward. Your children's children will learn from you. ******* He was THIS BIG! There he was just dancing atop the lake, his tail a broom swishing. Mouth open wide and eyes bugging out, he looked like a salmon swimming upstream. But he was no sockeye. He just balanced there, teetering, looking. He danced on that tail like he was reaching for the sky. He thrashed water everywhere-- he wanted to get caught. his mouth was open so wide you coulda just dropped a big ole hook right in. Damnedest thing I ever saw. I think he wanted out of water just to see. Stretching like he wanted to fly like a bird, I gang hooked him. Came splashing right out happy as a clam, like he was happy to be invited. Never saw nothin like it, there he was standing on his tail on my boat, real still, he's eyes looking up at the sky. His mouth wide open like people do, is when I saw it, I never hooked him. He just wanted to come dancing like that. Damnedest thing I ever saw. ******* Hot Pneu Haiku 12/25/82 Sun and snow play mist rising for the sky, heaven and earth do their stuff. ******* Wintery Mixaphors 1/18/83 Snowflakes drift through still night air to be caught by branches turned to white, while the sky stays charged while the rest wait there, waiting to form and take to flight. Crystalline figures float to earth, some caught by intruding limbs softly to detain their course, to soon fall again. White downy feathers fall to earth white feather clouds molt to mark caught by chance in a higher metaphor: below earth waits to drink each milky drop. ******* |