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Tunnel Effect
•October 9, 2009 • 1 Commentwe love to ridicule
to scowl to grope to shun
look down upon
those we hold ill-conceived
we play the part
rumor malice vanity
walking on the heads
of those in our wake
we love to indulge
imbibe imbrue entomb
to lie around and snub
any old reject will do
pointing fingers
judging juries
feudal languishing
merrily, merrily along
those others, “the them”
hate, “masticate the them”
with vomitous loathsomeness
“kill kill kill the them”
“throw them to despair”
bringing in the sheaves…hallelujah
laughing crying
singing praise
rubbing our plump bellies
all a daze
we are demigods
longing to be God
—except—
that would require too much work
at last we lay down
orgy-porgies
masturbating fornicating
prostrating finally
sleeping dreaming
wanting more
***
in the shadow of light
before we catch our breath
we tumble hurling upended
into our own undoing
helpless as ducklings
our directionless search
“how dark are these window panes”
spit and spurt
with a sows ear and
an orangutan’s rump
we are endangered
as our illusive pattern
is thus revealed
how we long for those days
guile and mistrust
feasting and dancing
revelry and lust
our mouths ache
stomachs distended
flavescent stool
cataracts and limp noodles
Dionysus and Bacchus
“where have you gone”
Prometheus, Aphrodite
“where do we belong”
we are not gods
we are earth and dust
not gods in any form
hackneyed Spakenet forlorn
all the while in another place
we see people
dancing embracing
filling their plates
“what strange beings are these”
“oh, sir, come and see”
“oh, no—not dressed”
“the light, it burns”
amidst canyons and peaks
mint trees and salmon streams
lived a lively ensemble
all alike but not the same
humans aliens
patriots outcasts
hunter prey
orderly disarray
a land forgotten
tantalizing radiant
reds yellows blues
gentle free
“here we love”
“what”
“how strange to our ears”
“yes, ever so”
come weary traveler
have your rest
watch amazed
pickleworms the cucumber doth bless
Goin’down
•September 12, 2009 • Leave a Commenti’m falling down
sinking to the bottom
looking for my love
i’m goin’down
down to the bottom
down
down to the bottom
looking for my love
life is passing
can’t see
much of it
but
I can see
death’s door
looking for my love
wondering
what will matter
when it all
begins to shatter
finally touching
the ocean floor
looking for my love
my love
where are you
my love
where are you
won’t you please
come and take
my soul
looking for my love
standing
right in front of you
oh, i’m standing
right in front of you
standing
right in front of you
standing
…just now
Useless
•September 4, 2009 • Leave a Commentmy poetry is fake
i do not feel my muses
i have only had two
and God knows
what i wrote then
i cannot see the trees
screaming or praying
i feel nothing
i am a charade
i have tried to pretend
just how spiritual
i am
but i am nothing
i am useless
Why Not?
•August 19, 2009 • Leave a CommentPAEAN I
Need it back
want it back
it turns me black
i must repeat
retreat
repeat
need it back
want it back
it turns me black
i must repeat
repeat
retreat
how fleet
that was a change
over
and over
again and again
what
why not go away
your driving me mad
need it back
want it back
it turns me black
i must repeat
retreat repeat
over and over
again and what
go away
i didn’t do it
why not
i must repeat
it turns me black
damn
damn
damn
need it back
why not come back
can’t undo
need to undo
want to undo
i must repeat
shout
scream
groan
this is not a training exercise
believe
let it be
need it back
i just need it back
i want it back
let me do it over
please
let me do it over
i can’t
it’s driving me
need it back
stop stop
it doesn’t exist
it doesn’t exist
can’t go back
go back
back
it hurts
need it back
why not
why not back
why
why
why
oh, this is unacceptable
blastie
blastie
chopped up with
a Pulaski
all this repetition
i need nicotine
nicotine
give it to me
giv’it me
com’on give me
something
i need it back
want it back
it turns me black
that same simple moment
didn’t know nothin’
nothin’
not nothin’
but there it was so far away
so far away
next door
next to
right beside me
this lens is different
i can go back now
can’t i
why not
PAEAN II
i need nicotine
while the bastard brain
farts about on Dante
and all the things
we didn’t know
rat-a-tat-tat rat-a-tat-tat
the blastie
it taunts us with its pliskies
for it knows
we are less fortunate
without secret revelations
and an ounce of perspective
how little we knew
a whole world surreptitiously
trapped in another dimension
that domed cap of mine
what would we have done
if we could change
what has gone before
what did we miss
as we groped our way
through
the mist
PAEAN III
oh, damn
not again
i need
i know
i know
stop screaming
stop repeating
retreating
it turns me black
just let It be
let it go
you’re straggling me
choking me
i can’t breathe
let it go
just stop the rat-a-tat…repeat
don’t care why
wasn’t me
it was my other self
i just need it back
i just need to turn black
Crazy
•May 11, 2009 • Leave a Commentmadness cradles the
uncuckold mind
rabid incest
wraps the loins
demons
flock like rats
to the garabage
of an empty vessel
The Story of Balat
•May 10, 2009 • 1 CommentSiddhartha taught me to seek my own path
Denderah taught me to read the heavens
The Niruttaratantra taught me to unblock my chakras
Lao Tzu taught me to empty myself
Muhammad taught me to respect my belief
Elijah taught me to pray and to believe
Abraham taught me faith and remembrance
Noah taught me to trust in God
Black Elk taught me the sacred spirit is all creatures
Mahavira taught me to cause no harm
John taught me to know and to see
Dōgen taught me to meditate without anchor
David taught me to dance and to sing
Moses taught me to endure and to persevere
Paul taught me to be bold and unashamed
Jesus taught me to live and die
El Elyon gave me peace and love.
Praise be to God……
I travel on……
Glass Soul (or The New Me)
•April 24, 2009 • Leave a Commentto find the you that is new
it is quite simple
just take the mutation
you are
charge back into
the monster
you were
through the muck
through the darkness
(warts—lies—andall)
find the glass stone
in the center of your soul
(the one you long for)
pick it up
claw your way back
out the other side
Now wasn’t that easy?
The Great Barrier
•April 22, 2009 • Leave a Commentfor you to control me
you must first
subdue me
for you to subdue me
you must first
bind me
for you to bind me
you must first
blind me
for you to blind me
you must hide
from me
the truth
If God Exists
•April 2, 2009 • Comments Off on If God Existsif God exists and we
believe Himtobe
why then do we
confine Him
strappinglimbs
to shackles
born of our own
bindings
canoursouls
not soar beyond
the meager
ankleheights
only when He
is brought low
do we assume acceptance
and say, “He is right”
what wisdomwedefy
what opennesswelose
simpleness remains
temporal and misty
we came
earth and life
we breath
encircling
all that we see
embracedbyHis
own effervescence
yet in our midst
He remains
the Creator
surrounds us
callinggently
our true selves
we in our
folly of ingratiation
dolaugh
a heartfelt conceit
while the dawn
inches for our
comfort
we herd at the gate
clamouring
for attention
failingtosee
the journey’s
begun
the road sosteeped
its massive unending
we are predetermined
to mislead
our blindness of geometry
creeps alongslowly
degenerating our view
of astronomy
we cannolongerseethesigns
the stars align
while we
watch TV
out of the mist 