• Am I Working?

    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

  • 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.

  • Howling Wolf Blues

    It takes courage to sing
    To let out the wolf’s blood
    Let it rain into the mouths of prey

    Accosted 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 blues

    Sometimes 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 strong

    As 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.

  • 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 dream

    Let the horns sound for the regal
    Glory to the queen mother
    She loves us without scorn
    Feeds us from her pearly hand

    We 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 flower

    We promise we will learn to live
    Within the generosity you give
    Even though our dark desire
    May conspire.

  • 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
    Beside the wicked water’s draw

  • 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