Against the Grain

At times in our lives
When everything spirals
Out of control
& beyond any semblance
There seems a gnawing, nagging dread
Egging us on

It is alright to call me later on
I am not in a bad mood
simply typing with my voice
while we're talking
yes, audiocontrol

I'm putting the words into the device
hopefully the words will turn into something to help
help people to defeat the negativity
wow, they're going through the hardships of life

The words in my room
in my room and im pretty weird
but true
the word my room
my room spirals and embraces
old old
also phone phone
old home, who would hear it ?
we know who
Who would share it ?
moon doom aurora massacre
who would find
Scrambling in front of them,
know inside of them,
sew them in so,
Not let them go,
Who?

It's not brain surgery
It's the healing of the spirit & the mind
Neither intellect nor firepower
Could allow you the peace
Given freely
From the Son of God
Our Lord
& only salvation
Jesus Christ

If you find yourself
In that precarious spot
I'd definitely hope not
Take a prayer break
& ask God for direction
Before you destroy
Yourself
And everyone
In your immediate vicinity

Ceiling Forever Above

Not enough for me
For anyone
To explain the sky
To bring you down
To lift you up

Our horizon runs along
A crashing surf transforms
To lap at the toes
Of dancing sandpipers
Dragging grains of time
To the Earth
Farther below

I hold you in my heart
High above my head
You caress the ocean
Far above crashing shores
Leaving messages tattooed
In Heaven's forever
Reverberating frequency

All We Have Is All We Need

It never ceases to amaze me how much 

is taken for granted
stars were assigned their transitus 

before the beginning of this age
still and deep
congratulations are in order
at the newest discovery
of human achievement  

You think this ain't love?

Sounds float up from the street
Speed Street; O'Farrell Street
streets are streets
upon their surface 
paths do meet
by chance 
or precisely manufactured plan

That probably ain't love either, huh?

The coloration of the flora
blooms and decays; blooms and decays
over a matter of heat
through these calendared days
from May to May

Accredited to which law; in which universe?

Poetry grows on trees
Pictures are manufactured by bees
Buzzards circle the cul-de-sac 
for reasonable rates
(on home loans)  
“Eww! I hate it when he goes dark, with these.”

Honestly. Is love too playful for you?

Time's gear house is running down
-Happens every so often-
so say the shaman of the maize
so say the cosmic cats
with their focus of eons away
purr and chirp through the haze
all through the night
as the sky gives way

Love is light

Ispettore di un Amore Perduto per il Mondo

In the morning, when I rise
I may as well shut my eyes to the sun,
Stick my head beneath the pillows
Let Melancholia and Lethargia
Continue their marathon run

When at five, out from my cube
In my gray flannel suit
I creep through the grate of streets
I should melt beneath the crush of feet
Ground to dust & blown discrete

Lost in traffic, none will know
Never daring to carry a note
Nor the breeze to deliver
A memory of your scent
There'd be no reason, after all

I work the scene, countless hours inside
There's no clue left to categorize
Or label for a box of evidence
When what's missing is without
transferable valoir
What's missing
is the press of your lips
& the warmth of your breath
It is you that's missing
in the equation of us

Striving to Gain; Objects Like Bombs - Part I

If it were a simple question

anyone could sample before answering;

before boarding the plane

into the exclusive, first-class section

of the cabin occupying the space

directly behind the cockpit

the co-pilot stumbles across

their feet with his aging horseflesh

his total & unnerving constipation

of apologetics. He knows about time.

He knows about space. Wind drag

& the desperate cries of a field bird

as her nest is circled by predators

A family of dogs / Their beautiful noses /

sniffing up springtime / & saving the snapshots /

House lizards are racing / towards insect communities /

across the red-bricks of warm wintered chimneys /

Across the stories of mortar

This guy over here

wants a shot of whisky

& sing the harrowing truths

of inequality, after all...

after all his baying & busking

he may curse time or his lot

in life or the brilliant fish

that escaped the hook

or the lovely servant girl

who was never his wife

with her invisible treasures

locked deep, deep inside

Polarizing Polemics (because we care)

Give thanks for every aspect of life that you experience.
You never know how quickly the negative publicity
Can transform into a positive message for you
Or a larger group of people;
A group you may or may not know

When someone is sick or dying
Avoid making them feel worse about
Their circumstances.
You don't necessarily have to condescend
To brighten the mood around the hospice,
Hospital, funeral home, cemetary, sick room
Consider your loved ones position
Think about how you would feel
Be happy for those crossing the threshold
This portion of their mysterious journey
Is coming to an end

Never forget
Someone loves you
Personally and deeply
& every move you make;
Every atom you displace
You can never do wrong
If everything you do
You do for the eyes of love

We don't always get the maximum allotment of time
To tell others exactly how we feel
Or to explain why our dreams are so important
If you get the chance to have this discussion
With anyone; at any hour of the day or night
Speak clearly and honestly
It maybe the very last sound
That either of you
Ever hear

Know that you are perfect
Exactly as you are
What the standard of the world
Refers to as 'flaws
Are in actuality
Marks of distinction
Which reveals the individuality
Of every single heart

I hope these words help you as you
Move on down the road
Towards your final destination
I offer these humble thoughts
In a manner of kindness

Long Remembered Orchestration

When the sun is hot
It warms the skin;
The weeds;
The woods;
& everything left
Over from wynter-tide

Hungry is our acceptance
Thirsty, the epidermis
Through cones & rods
Streaming, as we're
Screaming 'Light!
& Life!
& Flesh!
& Feast!'

Every inch of fiber
In anticipation of this moment
The pistil of the field
Stretched taut to the blue
Forest glade & brook
Practical gurggles
Amplified
Into this symphony