1/3/2009

war erupts on the Gaza Strip
blood in the streets of Mumbai.

nothing ever changes
except the date
& the position of stars in the sky

an ancient crime
an ageless vicious circle
tit for tat
since the dawn of time

blood  into sand
distant land
or home to infants
children cry

feel it
see it
bleed it all the time
is it any wonder why?

sigh
prayers, whispers
thoughts of Light
in an endless night.


12/25/2008..

thank the soft
sweet rush of sounds
in other rooms

places soon
to feel you
in my living room
raging scenes
words & dreams

what will be
will que sera sera
into soft machines
indigo glowing
chief broom showering
light & angels
age of dreams.

12/10



this night she screams a song
so bleak & long
& hours waken by the sound
of silent sheets & broken promises.

 to stir in thoughts
& digital draws
& to caress forgotten saints
& sinners true

to spirits roaming
me & you
our immaculate dance

a dance of decay into soft debris
& smiling all along the way.

2

soft sweet mysteries afloat.
in these  crazy crayon canyons
colorful folk.

abound in jalopies candied
stereo supersonic vision
these crazy cool cat kook man

fruits & frenzied fracas freaks
such glib debris
in their  pencil man faces
& inscrutable grins

in circus tones
there are certain colors
that run no bleed
into one another.

& the house of cards
collapses on the game.

11/23/2008

Blues for Foxana

the mood is blue
as the night is long
I wish she was here
to whisper me a song

my sweet mystery
my angel afoot
in circles beyond us
I wish that I could

talk to her
hold her
scold her
what not
tell her it's OK
be yourself
& love me not

I will always cherish
what could have been
& what dreams I may have thought.

Pretending to Be YOU & ME

i am a mass of swirling
molecules

pretending to be human

sitting here

while the universe swims around me

pretending to be other people

shapes & things


the spinning clockwork of time

pitches forwards from the past

towards eternity



in the grains of sand

or motes in the eyes of the gods

this dance continues unabated for now



& I can only play my part

my cameo

& ponder where I might end up

on the world's stage



only to disappear into the dust

of the earth, a million pieces of me

still just spinning, pretending, & dreaming

I should have been a pair of ragged claws

on the floor of silent seas.



Small Laughter



small laughter

in the next room

a child's cackle

as she plays.. w/ the cat



sweet moment

of quiet gentle bliss

answers the end of

another long &

lonely night

of tossed dreams

& sleepless wonder.



another day assaults

our eyes

w/ demands & incessant

human noises of a more

infernal kind



the economic engine churns outside our window

spewing green  house  misery into the future.

how low can that Dow go, God only knows.



Friday has arrived

A good friend is coming into town.

Tonight we hang out with her & our son

& this blessed sobering.



I need to get going.

I need to be ready.



Night's Radios



i wear my scars

like radios

dangling from my

key chain



Frankenstein

lines like spider web

railroads



I love my rock

like I welcome

death's breath



would it always

be there to remind me

of a night.. I wasn't afraid to lie down

and sprawl on the floor



& call out for more.



..11/11/08..



who will be my bright morning fire?

what angelic eyes will inspire my flow?



she breaks my heart

in the deep dark night

we sleep alone

in rooms of stone.



little voices, eyes

gather dreams in

adjoining rooms

wild children

& vagabond ways

constitute our days



love the friends

who frolic in my forest

& say what comes their way.



10/30/2008



need a soul to save me

someone to come & claim me

before I slip into the old

neon past of black & gold



need a reason for believing

in season's mode of being

in the love that unfolds, unyielding

to the cloth of future folds,. we're seeing



down this self-loathing pitiful

hole of forgotten souls

one only has to read of history to see

that it is one of greed & cold

blood-letting of mankind's own.



wars upon wars

hate upon fate

fall to the executioner's sword

or the homelands call for more



in the revolutions of yore

what countless untold souls of men

lost to their own time & place

forgotten by the masses, their unknown state.



or lust, or ego, or envy

or any tale of a corrupt king

or commissioners court

bent on gold & yields everlasting.



what is our own life

but our very own sordid saga

of petty & profound noises.



our own range of glory & shame

victory & defeat

in the annals of time

to be visited by the ghosts

of future past.



10/10/08



radiant blue

the sky god & you

beneath wide clouded horizons

these fires aglow in castles & hillside
villages



children murmur

among the relics

& undress the night

w/ savage ritual



music is a religion

the inward road

to the sacred soul



our love unites us

across seas frozen by gold

make the world one

make it grow

wings of electric delight.



9/20



lost in time

on the edge of histo..ry

or smack.. dab in the middl..e

of etern..ity



searc..hing
for somet..hing

in the word fores..ts

& dream.. ....galle......ries

of Time'..s produ..ction



looki..ng
for ident..ity

in fluid.. scene..s

looking
for stability

on hot flowing magma



learn..ing
to surf the lava

love the myriad ways

dance..
with the decay

make peace w/ the motion

of history under way.



from the big bang to the Cosmic Dance

we are just jesters costumed
as if to say

we are players in the Greatest Play.



9/17



flow around here once more and then just flow

flow into town; just grow & just go



I'm always here, always swimming about

like an island of lost freedom

learning to love, live, & live w/ out.



love the warm winter

the fog & embrace

love the long summers

& the easy going pace



learn to dance

in dark circles too

swim below sunrises

& frolic w/ the moon.



just let go.



***



as though you could force divinity's hand

w/ masonry



supplication.



metaphors mistaken for fact

fixation on last acts

& calculated end of days.



even my own hobbled

handicapped

fertile infantile

brain



can see though this confusion

can call this a charade



this second coming

third rapture

fourth age

trap



deludes

modern minds w/ a taste of

the fantastic



though in the light of day

reason may prevail

by soft the glow of candlelight

a man's mind may rage



mix w/ dreams & thrashing in sheets

in a clandestine night

the body fights for sex & truth

in the dark corners of his soul.



take a deep breath

don't look for your answer "out there."



it's inside. go there.



9/16/2008



the girl from the north country

she slips into a song, and like the song

she is gone, so I say to her so long



movement in soft motions

I feel the need for some emotion

sure I saw her pretty smile

in the barrel of a gun, aimed at my head

oh what a notion

what commotion

born of raw love

a potion

in words & whimsical rhymes

in a style beyond time



I heard her put words

into my head

until my love for her

was dead



& yet the song, she rattles on

like a drum beat

like a gong.



so long

so long

so long.



9/11/2008



it's been awhile now

since the morning air burned w/sadness



rising plumes of smoke

screaming silver death

& clouds of dust



what god awful thoughts of hell bent minds

that fateful day, riding the bus

talking to strangers, the universe seeming to be

on the edge of irrevocable disrepair



the TV’s were on everywhere

no one talked of anything else



we were united in our shock

& disbelief



the twins freedom & enterprise

stand no more;

a scar on history

a sign of misery

forever



what human element

can be factored

what hope can be mustered

for those so desolate

& w/ out hope, or meaning

must succumb to hatred's

fatal grip?



still i rue the way the ragged, proud peoples

scurried after the rats with lusts of vengeance

just as the rats had hoped



the scrawny playground kid who throws rocks at the bullies,

because he wants attention



they were craving attention, any kind of attention

& we gave it to them, 10-fold

chasing after delusional Jedi's

in their rebel caverns, & grimy scenes.



silver linings abound in liberated burkas

the undoing of tyrants

oh the spoils of war

& all her paradoxical glory



can it happen any other way?

could peace be fought & paid for with

non-violence



could the slaves have walked free

not because of Shiloh & Sherman's scorched earth

but by a cold war of bluffing & cool detente?



what implication than for future lives

must bombs of infinite destruction be

forever a possible antidote for mankind.

earth's cursed parasite, or sons of Gods.



We so flatter ourselves, but in the annals of time

what are we but a short term event

in the life of planet, born before time



like the Egyptians, Greeks or the Neanderthals

our fates will studied, our lives will pondered

& represented by half-truths & theories as to why.



9/4



sadness strikes the gong at dawn

wake up alone not the least enthralled

this girl from Calgary meant the world to me

sometimes it's so damn hard to stand proud or tall



when will it end, when I can lie in peace?

& dream forever in the Palaces of the East?



9/3



yeah I'm not sure what road she is on

what trip she's rolling

or the name of her song



all I know is something like a bird within her sang

she sang a little song and then flew off just like the song



& I swam in Grateful Dead imagery

as I tossed out this broken poem

like my heart, but my soul endures that which doesn't kill me

knowing the lightning will get me soon enough after all



like words echoing down an empty hall





8/31



why can't I find my way

through this money game

legal quandaries, annuities, loans



why can't I love this

why must I remain

rooted in mystery, love &

the end game



why do I come here

only to complain

I wish you all the best

but wonder if it's in my cards

to remain



or to follow down that same jaded path

into darkness, & despair

& ultimate release into the nothing

that sits suspended in thin air.



i love my girls

but hate my own life

love my son

but loathe this ceaseless strife



words & images

of hate & disrepair

concrete, gates

walls, & borders

divisions, souls barred.



this mad, fast

temporal fight

for the stuff of dreams

that vanishes with one's last breath.



I wonder why it matters

save for the eyes that lay upon thee

with words of affection, trust, & need.



What can I offer; against what grandiose fate

can I offer true protection

but only faith in the one that brought us here

will be there, to take us under their wing w/ care



in the end

it all rolls into one

& not even Jerry Garcia was free.



and there's nothing you can hold for very long.



8/26



If there is room for all the sinners & saints

Than there must be room for me-

Move over Beethoven

Let this poor boy be.

Into your gates

....Pearl...., fate

ties us to a date & time

etched forever in the annals of life.



Animal gate lust

driven

dust & despair

forgiven

driven to the heights of

desolation row.



..

......

devin

she spun me

now no one owns me

I belong to the past

& I am glass, that is fine.



what's mine is mine

wrapped up in the eternity of mind.











8/25....

someone has stolen my heart

& sold it on the black market

someone has stolen my soul

& absconded on the high seas

..

......

somewhere there is a dreamer

who dreams in the same colors as me.

somewhere there is place

where I can simply be me.

..

......

***

 

she speaks in riddles

moves in dreams

frightens me



she is a mystery

soft, unseen



upon this 11th hour

& no one knows the darkness I've seen

here in the land of lights

& cities shining on hills so bright



like a hurricane out of nowhere

a fountain of words & sensibilities

so easy it seems she knows me, reads me.



still I don't know if you should hold me

or stone me.



i feel

so evil, small, petty, cowardly.

inept on the stairs

scared to step into the scene.



that's why I hide here

in words and dimensions

invisible & hanging in the air



that's why I think I ought to hold her

& why silence is so hard to bear-

more than my betrothed,

or the apple of my girl in the brown truck eye

she speaks my language

& for that I hold her so very dear.

the language of her body, her art, our lives.



turning, & twisting in the wind

torn from the vine.



***





lost in the raindust of a desert sky

lost among diamonds of the finest kind



look into the mirror and gaze into the past

each life turning on a dime into liquid glass

out of nowhere a spirits falls along the path

& finds his footing, fate, & math



plotting futures, planning lives, beyond which there can be no mind

no one to hear the forest fall

no one to tell stories to, once & for ..ALL..



i burn for her

in a soft diamond sky

shooting stars at dusk

remind us of a T I M E



union at sunset

radiance at dawn

L O V E, one ( love (((unites us))) )

once & for A L L



****



i hope she has found it

her soft soul joy

an inner knowing

that leads her down



to a place where

peace erupts w/ in ones soul

hope she knows

what we all must know



hope one day

she knows why alone

I linger in the hall

in the emptiness

in the cold



waiting for the one day

her smile I can feel

her radiance becomes me

& the two become one

& congeal.



hope she knows

deep down

I treasure her being

her heart & soul.



i hope she senses this

as she loves & grows.



============



8/22



i enter the word forest

lost, & amazed by the swiftness of your dream



born each of us

to the same infinite self

to be spun around

in an illusion of free will



where is my soft soul sister

whose angelic face graced my night

lifted us, in the intoxicating dawn hour

restless & rising w/ little sleep.



here comes the singsong dawn

another angelic morning

spin into dust, the devil hides in despair

evenings always drink us down slowly



same ol' spin

on a new nothing day.



===



is it YOU

is it dark yet

Night she tempts me

alone



i wonder about her

out of nowhere

like a an angel from the wilderness

she rises in my mind



it scares me.



on this spinning weekend night

the kid he chews cheetos and watches cartoon network

she's at the gym, with the girls, and probably seeing him

i am tossed, aching, lusting after her anyway, like any other dead end.



I am stuck on this spot

Wanting

Needing

Dying on the vine.



who I am to know or feed

we all live frantic lives & bleed

a time to leave, to heal, then leave

into the Immortal.



8/23



she speaks in riddles

moves in dreams

frightens me



upon this 11th hour

& no one knows the darkness I've seen

here in the land of lights

& cities shining on hills so bright



like a hurricane out of nowhere

a fountain of words & sensibilities

so easy it seems she knows me, reads me.



still I don't know if you should hold me

or stone me.



i feel

so evil, small, petty, cowardly.

inept on the stairs

scared to step into the scene.



that's why I hide here

in words and dimensions

invisible & hanging in the air



that's why I think I ought to hold her

& why silence is so hard to bear-

more than my betrothed,

or the apple of my girl in the brown truck eye

she speaks my language

& for that I hold her so very dear.

the language of her body, her art, our lives.



turning, & twisting in the wind

torn from the vine.....

Soon the night will claim
me
soon the night will claim me
come to quickly rearrange me
as I settle into dust
no more nights of being lost
or misplaced lust

the gentle breeze that blows through time
calls all to peace in their right time
calls all who hunger to feast as soon
as darkness fall

soon the night will claim me
dress me in her satin & cage & frame me
in the forgotten corners of mankind's mind
not a whisper
not a cry

just the sound of echoes from the past
forget the martyrs
just fill my glass

fuck this
angel suit
I will not wear it
in the gallery of lost diamonds.

i will find my secret place
my sacred space
somewhere
where they can't touch me.