I get so sleepy in this dreamy place
Eyes are so heavy in my face
Where did I get this idea
To sit for money until the days end
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Am I Working?
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The Separation of Time
It often starts the same way, with no thoughts and no direction. It’s almost like a prayer: I am open and willing to be led into the spirit of giving. Sometimes the thread weaves into a beautiful web, intricate and decidedly serene. Sometimes the wandering lust manages a coup, and away to the battlefield we go. Today, I don’t know. It seems like we’re just here. We’re here in the train going nowhere. The distance varies in theory, but the destination remains the same. It’s not the philosophy of present moment hogwash. It just the kiss of time as she breezes by. She leaves us with debris and belongings. I often forget to thank her for the living gifts. Today it is still and right. Each moment a fluid circle.
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Howling Wolf Blues
It takes courage to sing
To let out the wolf’s blood
Let it rain into the mouths of preyAccosted by naysayers
Yet still unwavering
Into the moon’s waning ear
The strains of earthly summer tunes
Improvised by shutting out the noise
From the orchestrated bluesSometimes she must run
To escape the mounting tension
And build up the well
Until the levees burst violence
Spray the walls with blood red calm
Wanting to do no harm
But the chemical is strongAs the pull of the goddess mothers face becomes undeniable
She reaches down into her belly
Where the fiery pain burns
Where the gestating movement approaches critical mass
Stand straight, here comes the rain
And a thundering howl claps across the American sky
The ones who were waiting the longest
Are satisfied by the sound
And the beast deflates into a shell
Defeated in the true glory of nature
The sounds and the cells absorbed
Into a stark, silent western landscape -
It Takes All to be All
There are so many things to consider when being a human in this life. The speed of thought and travel velocity is become the topic of concern. Where is this madness taking us? Where are we going at such a rate. Some will always say its toward our own demise. Others will argue its evolving into a better life for All. It seems that acceptance comes more easily to some, and the death spiral is still the path of others–all wanting simply to be loved, appreciated, useful and secure, no matter what the outward elements betray.
There is no answer because there’s no question. There is only life as its always been since the inverted vortex unbeginning.
There stands a monument, in the mountains. It is but a flick on the continuum, but it’s meaning is everlasting. The pervasive entirety is good. It persuades a cynic like me to surrender. It fills the void or vacuum with intangible wellness and safety. There’s a medium of chaotic bliss. We are blessed with never, ever, having to know or understand. We shall always retain at least one mysterious non explicable notion in the theater of All.
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Our Love for the Queen Will Sustain
What if there were kings or a queen here
Ruling over this domain
Giving us the loving care
We can’t provide for ourselves
Because we are but simple peasants
Not accustomed to this way
All but suffering just to stay awake
In this American dreamLet the horns sound for the regal
Glory to the queen mother
She loves us without scorn
Feeds us from her pearly handWe are but humble stewards of the land
Don’t foresake us our wayward desire
To have what you have
To steal it away, forever hide it
In the precious places of our hearts
This pernicious lust may drive us down
To bite the sweet and gracious hand
That gives us love from distant towers
Our beloved sacred gem and flowerWe promise we will learn to live
Within the generosity you give
Even though our dark desire
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Random Fours
It’s a creators wild whim
To fill us full of thoughts and dreams
Let us wander through a life of never knowing
Where the start is, where the end lands where we’re going—-/////—-
It was spoken in a near voice
That the wolf would have no choice
But the raising hair would come
And the hunt must hungry drone—-////—-
In a deft stroke of nature
The cataclysm falls upon the land
Rising birds into the upper atmosphere
Dropping them like rain—-////—-
We are but pollen on the spring air
Wandering the cyclic sundry
Landing with hopes and intention
Procreating in favor of the mission—-////—-
I left the halls of mourning
To begin a new loves day
Dropping slowly all I carried
Lest the heavy be what my burdened way -
Oblivious To Be
Oohhhhhh blivion
How I long for thee
And your sweet shady tree
To lie below and dream
The day is long
And so perturbed am I
By distractions great and smiling
Lay me down by your stream
Of lazy coiling waters
Drifting leaves to no end
Will pass beside undetermined
If my languid spell won’t last
Perhaps you’ll give me motives
To stay forever in the sun
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Bring in the Wolf
I want to let in the wolf
To roam the halls
To pull a howling believer into me
To savage the pallid flesh
To wreck the furniture
I trust his style
Unrelenting and wild
It can be difficult to get him out
But while his hoarse cry rings
The world is right -
Black Ice
This is it
Have to break the ice
It’s thin anyway
The water is very cold
It contains the necessary nutrients
For survival
Stamp my feet
Spread apart a bit
It groans and cracks
I’m ready to sink
Into the inky unknown
The polar mystery
Of what might happen
Treading lightly is done
Skating is nice but for children
My family is beyond
My universe beckons
My trials await hearing
Into the split I dive -
Portable Black Hole
Is the Black Hole here too
Amidst the roll of hills
And still of water
I does follow me no matter
Can it be diverted like the stream
It wants to swallow all my dreams
Maybe I should fall in
Over expose my limited vision
Expand my particles beyond their capacity.
Let the funnel feed on me until the streaks of light are squeezed thin then dissolve into alternation
I should not fear the squeeze but I do
It’s my wholesome nocturnal home
The bridge into the central chamber
From the outermost bad behavior
When it’s done with me
I’ll know