Poetry Collection 3 -
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INDEX
Title The Book Is Already Written Thread The Needle Entropy Present To Win - Yesterday's Heaven Children & Fools Lather, Rinse, Repeat Disappointed The Sense Of Me Bursting Bubbles The Stem (My Zero) The Rhymes Dark Dreary Despicable Dire Death Kill and Conquer This World Buffalo Falling Where Are We Going? Erring On Optimism Inertia |
THE BOOK'S ALREADY WRITTEN
09-11-2001
The end ensues beginning
all bound within a book
The loss within the winning
The champion chides the crook
The book's already written
and we just turn a page
the dragons all are smitten
as done in every age
So all the world's a page
And we but merely layers
entwined are fool and sage
The skeptics and the prayers
And I a simple squire
wait to speak my little line
then in obscurity expire
lost to time's forgetting mind
But before I go, retire
this one wish of mine
to know the show entire
to squeeze out through the spine
A zen ken mind outside it
If I could escape time’s pages
outside all pre-decided
before me would play every scene sublime on countless stages
09-11-2001
The end ensues beginning
all bound within a book
The loss within the winning
The champion chides the crook
The book's already written
and we just turn a page
the dragons all are smitten
as done in every age
So all the world's a page
And we but merely layers
entwined are fool and sage
The skeptics and the prayers
And I a simple squire
wait to speak my little line
then in obscurity expire
lost to time's forgetting mind
But before I go, retire
this one wish of mine
to know the show entire
to squeeze out through the spine
A zen ken mind outside it
If I could escape time’s pages
outside all pre-decided
before me would play every scene sublime on countless stages
THREAD THE NEEDLE
October 31, 2001
With all the ways things can go wrong
I stall, amazed, as life goes on
children poorly raised get along
amid missing praise and cheerless song
So many ways to miss the mark
The masses crazed dismissed the ark
Their laughing days kissed breeze, wet and dark
Midst waning rays, enlistees embark
A narrow way to get it right
and thousand plus to slide from grace
An arrow stray makes lips purse tight
An art form to glide it to its place
Banish blunder all you might,
it grows heads from those you ban
Perfection not requisite for life,
especially all that hum-an
‘Tis good for most are errant rife
and thus avoid their doom then
for round every way to do it right
there wrong must at least loom ten
Error failure's prefect true
and error infects all but few
Man's sum perfect never knew
So you too should expect as well to do
October 31, 2001
With all the ways things can go wrong
I stall, amazed, as life goes on
children poorly raised get along
amid missing praise and cheerless song
So many ways to miss the mark
The masses crazed dismissed the ark
Their laughing days kissed breeze, wet and dark
Midst waning rays, enlistees embark
A narrow way to get it right
and thousand plus to slide from grace
An arrow stray makes lips purse tight
An art form to glide it to its place
Banish blunder all you might,
it grows heads from those you ban
Perfection not requisite for life,
especially all that hum-an
‘Tis good for most are errant rife
and thus avoid their doom then
for round every way to do it right
there wrong must at least loom ten
Error failure's prefect true
and error infects all but few
Man's sum perfect never knew
So you too should expect as well to do
ENTROPY
Nothing's getting newer, friends they're growing fewer
as everyone grows older, with winters feeling colder
The Sun it burns it's days away toward a dimming dwarf past play
while everything that matters, consumed to sinking cold
a tale of fawning flattery forgotten soon once told
Our energy we're consuming, while smokestacks do their fuming
Matter is degraded And we are all elated
Gluttony never sated, wearing our genes faded
Why can't we all just get along?
Why's everything good soon gone wrong
place good & evil side by side and good will bow to evil's pride
The bad apple spoils the whole bunch
like a small thread unravels the sweater
In this I have a bold hunch, people getting worse not better
Why is it nothing gold can stay? Everything tumbling t'ward decay.
Life a struggle every day, to cup a feather against the fray
fighting hard won't slay it, No matter how you play it,
just merely delay it, for physics can't betray it
You see Entropy it has to be. Crippling you and shriveling me
All this he does so carelessly - a buffoon blindly bumping backward
breaks all the finery
Entropy is everywhere
it's in your blood and in your hair
in aging skin and underwear
wearing everything to tattered bare
And relations too are soon gone south
so hard to bridle the impetuous mouth
Why can't we all just get along?
when neither you nor me feel we are wrong
Can't we outgrow the childish song?
cried out by cacophonous clamorous throng
For against stark reality there is only us and only we
against the enemy entropy. hopefully, eventually we shall see
To cling to love midst hate's foul play,
and silence criticism with rising praise.
Hope holds tighter each passing day
for our embracing good just may, just may … beat entropy's dastardly decay
Nothing's getting newer, friends they're growing fewer
as everyone grows older, with winters feeling colder
The Sun it burns it's days away toward a dimming dwarf past play
while everything that matters, consumed to sinking cold
a tale of fawning flattery forgotten soon once told
Our energy we're consuming, while smokestacks do their fuming
Matter is degraded And we are all elated
Gluttony never sated, wearing our genes faded
Why can't we all just get along?
Why's everything good soon gone wrong
place good & evil side by side and good will bow to evil's pride
The bad apple spoils the whole bunch
like a small thread unravels the sweater
In this I have a bold hunch, people getting worse not better
Why is it nothing gold can stay? Everything tumbling t'ward decay.
Life a struggle every day, to cup a feather against the fray
fighting hard won't slay it, No matter how you play it,
just merely delay it, for physics can't betray it
You see Entropy it has to be. Crippling you and shriveling me
All this he does so carelessly - a buffoon blindly bumping backward
breaks all the finery
Entropy is everywhere
it's in your blood and in your hair
in aging skin and underwear
wearing everything to tattered bare
And relations too are soon gone south
so hard to bridle the impetuous mouth
Why can't we all just get along?
when neither you nor me feel we are wrong
Can't we outgrow the childish song?
cried out by cacophonous clamorous throng
For against stark reality there is only us and only we
against the enemy entropy. hopefully, eventually we shall see
To cling to love midst hate's foul play,
and silence criticism with rising praise.
Hope holds tighter each passing day
for our embracing good just may, just may … beat entropy's dastardly decay
Present To Win
Today is yesterday's heaven
veiled before our eyes
Our bread now rich with leaven
swelled in glorious rise,
in all that we are seeking,
this life's the golden prize
each crowned on earth to be king,
a dream in which one dies
Many look back behind them longing to be a kid again
Experience has defined them, wouldn't do those things they did again
If they could retain this brain gained through this life's stress & strain
The chance to do it new again from a higher sentient plane
Maybe this dream's not so far fast from real.
This life gained from the last's ordeals
like layered leaves we peel and peel
like art it chokes the heart
and our core reveals
Then there're those who look too much ahead
focusing on where they'll go soon after they're dead
so in the fray they fret and dread
each day they get to leave their bed
that they'll miss the mark,
center circle red
and in errant arc
hit something else in the dark
doom and gloom instead
Never enjoying here and now
so focused on moving on, up ahead
Did we have future hopes when but a cow?
Perpetually unhappy, dawn to sun down dead
The child wishing to grow old,
and the old one wishing to be young.
innocence delighting as stories old retold unfold
While wise eyes wish it unspun, revised redone,
A sneaking suspicion instills intuition that we're a replayed pre-existing condition.
What if this life is the better
a ripe rich reward every day
but we see it all as a fetter
rushing headlong to die and be saved.
What if mortality's the blessing before us, immortality merely a curse?
What if banality has us guessing the chorus' informality as queerly a verse ?
Raised above lower life's understanding, crowned with a priceless ability for joy?
Crazed to love sower strife's on demanding, drowned like a viceless agility poor boy
Experience deftly outruns capacity for appreciation.
gratitude's lack cripples both man and nation.
Children cry and scream and throw their silly fits.
Teenagers buy the cream, consuming cures for zits.
and every status apparatus they can ply for winning looks
expecting good grades gratis for merely skimming books
Adults all aim at acquisition, and later too high position
joyless striving becomes the disposition. choking the crumbs of inanition
The aged obsessed with health that's waning fall into incessant complaining
on vitality too quickly draining down death's corridor they're caning
Not one fully comprehends the greatness of the now
All they've ever known are the then's,
cherished from stern not bow.
This life a reward for the last well lived before
but we're aren't enjoying today's prize
eyes focused on tomorrow's door,
or looking back where we were before
When surveying all life on the planet,
humans are the top of the game,
how much we take this for granite
till in stone we must carve cold our name
having the highest of reason
the greatest to think and to feel,
viewing each changing season a treason
zeal will repeal our appeal
So heaven is right here on earth
and we are the gods of it all
if in merry gay's mirth discover today's worth
then we truly do have a blue ball
Today is yesterday's Heaven
and the only ones allowed in
are those who realize they're already there.
That You Must Be Present To Win
Today is yesterday's heaven
veiled before our eyes
Our bread now rich with leaven
swelled in glorious rise,
in all that we are seeking,
this life's the golden prize
each crowned on earth to be king,
a dream in which one dies
Many look back behind them longing to be a kid again
Experience has defined them, wouldn't do those things they did again
If they could retain this brain gained through this life's stress & strain
The chance to do it new again from a higher sentient plane
Maybe this dream's not so far fast from real.
This life gained from the last's ordeals
like layered leaves we peel and peel
like art it chokes the heart
and our core reveals
Then there're those who look too much ahead
focusing on where they'll go soon after they're dead
so in the fray they fret and dread
each day they get to leave their bed
that they'll miss the mark,
center circle red
and in errant arc
hit something else in the dark
doom and gloom instead
Never enjoying here and now
so focused on moving on, up ahead
Did we have future hopes when but a cow?
Perpetually unhappy, dawn to sun down dead
The child wishing to grow old,
and the old one wishing to be young.
innocence delighting as stories old retold unfold
While wise eyes wish it unspun, revised redone,
A sneaking suspicion instills intuition that we're a replayed pre-existing condition.
What if this life is the better
a ripe rich reward every day
but we see it all as a fetter
rushing headlong to die and be saved.
What if mortality's the blessing before us, immortality merely a curse?
What if banality has us guessing the chorus' informality as queerly a verse ?
Raised above lower life's understanding, crowned with a priceless ability for joy?
Crazed to love sower strife's on demanding, drowned like a viceless agility poor boy
Experience deftly outruns capacity for appreciation.
gratitude's lack cripples both man and nation.
Children cry and scream and throw their silly fits.
Teenagers buy the cream, consuming cures for zits.
and every status apparatus they can ply for winning looks
expecting good grades gratis for merely skimming books
Adults all aim at acquisition, and later too high position
joyless striving becomes the disposition. choking the crumbs of inanition
The aged obsessed with health that's waning fall into incessant complaining
on vitality too quickly draining down death's corridor they're caning
Not one fully comprehends the greatness of the now
All they've ever known are the then's,
cherished from stern not bow.
This life a reward for the last well lived before
but we're aren't enjoying today's prize
eyes focused on tomorrow's door,
or looking back where we were before
When surveying all life on the planet,
humans are the top of the game,
how much we take this for granite
till in stone we must carve cold our name
having the highest of reason
the greatest to think and to feel,
viewing each changing season a treason
zeal will repeal our appeal
So heaven is right here on earth
and we are the gods of it all
if in merry gay's mirth discover today's worth
then we truly do have a blue ball
Today is yesterday's Heaven
and the only ones allowed in
are those who realize they're already there.
That You Must Be Present To Win
Children and Fools
Children and Fools, Children and Fools
believe anything, believe everything
from the fear of evil’s darkness, to bright hope the angels sing
Credulous eyes full of wonder, little open mouths that drool
What cannot be proven, only a fool would doubt
in the stellar cast of the unaccountable
lie possibilities so vast they're insurmountable
within such wonders looms God's clout
Only the unbiased inexperienced gullibility of a child can possess
freedom's full fantasy, fantasies full of freedom, and fantasy's freedom fully.
Credulous and gullible
If sedulous then cullable
to join the rank of rational
among old and wiser
Cupidity leads stupidity
if we stoop to play the miser
Children and Fools, Children and Fools
believe anything, believe everything
from the fear of evil’s darkness, to bright hope the angels sing
Credulous eyes full of wonder, little open mouths that drool
What cannot be proven, only a fool would doubt
in the stellar cast of the unaccountable
lie possibilities so vast they're insurmountable
within such wonders looms God's clout
Only the unbiased inexperienced gullibility of a child can possess
freedom's full fantasy, fantasies full of freedom, and fantasy's freedom fully.
Credulous and gullible
If sedulous then cullable
to join the rank of rational
among old and wiser
Cupidity leads stupidity
if we stoop to play the miser
LATHER RINSE REPEAT
DEC 6. 2001
A man of years near forty
naked here to there
steps in the shower sporty
to wash his everywhere
A simple chore he's done before,
so with a sigh he does once more
striking a thought of deep deplore –
of all the showers that lay in store
With his face in the spray
he thinks "Life's just that way
baths, basins, sinks. And everyday
You’ve done it. You do it, You'll do it yet again.
This endless washing cycle, cycling endless, never ends.
Life simply a fey replay, of yesterdays day-to-day, today"
"My oh My…" out spills a sigh
as out of slippery hands soap flies
and bending down now chest to thighs
he gropes to grip ‘gainst soap’s sudsy slip and what that too belies
rising back up now pride marks his brow in claiming sudsy prize
which grabbed too hard slick stick o' lard now rockets to the skies
and looking skyward just in time it hits him tween the eyes
falling toe ward to floor once more, soap stalkers cries
midst spurting shower squirts there lurks the soap he spies
life of lifting back and before him lies
picking up all things that fall and placing back on counter shelf or wall.
This simply the summation of it all fighting gravitation's constant sprawl, and matter's mundane migrations, "oh the clutter of it all!" Each day is just a race to put back in place out the gall makes him stutter stammer shudder clamor as he stands erect to avoid a fall
Yet always this nagging feeling within the rote routine that there's secret combination to an altered scheme of being. That out there some where amid all the lies the magic words, or the secret lamp to rub, that book that opens portals, or doing everything in the right sequence
stops to read the shampoo lines to entertain his wandering mind
and notices a silly thing he's heard like a nursery rhyme - Lather Rinse Repeat
this small simple instruction all his life ignored what a stupid thing to do oh well I'll try I'm bored. So one more squirt of shampoo into his hands he pours and when he rubs it in his scalp
Why this is something I've not seen before
Everyone has a magic key - something they know but will not try a silly instruction which logic defy
DEC 6. 2001
A man of years near forty
naked here to there
steps in the shower sporty
to wash his everywhere
A simple chore he's done before,
so with a sigh he does once more
striking a thought of deep deplore –
of all the showers that lay in store
With his face in the spray
he thinks "Life's just that way
baths, basins, sinks. And everyday
You’ve done it. You do it, You'll do it yet again.
This endless washing cycle, cycling endless, never ends.
Life simply a fey replay, of yesterdays day-to-day, today"
"My oh My…" out spills a sigh
as out of slippery hands soap flies
and bending down now chest to thighs
he gropes to grip ‘gainst soap’s sudsy slip and what that too belies
rising back up now pride marks his brow in claiming sudsy prize
which grabbed too hard slick stick o' lard now rockets to the skies
and looking skyward just in time it hits him tween the eyes
falling toe ward to floor once more, soap stalkers cries
midst spurting shower squirts there lurks the soap he spies
life of lifting back and before him lies
picking up all things that fall and placing back on counter shelf or wall.
This simply the summation of it all fighting gravitation's constant sprawl, and matter's mundane migrations, "oh the clutter of it all!" Each day is just a race to put back in place out the gall makes him stutter stammer shudder clamor as he stands erect to avoid a fall
Yet always this nagging feeling within the rote routine that there's secret combination to an altered scheme of being. That out there some where amid all the lies the magic words, or the secret lamp to rub, that book that opens portals, or doing everything in the right sequence
stops to read the shampoo lines to entertain his wandering mind
and notices a silly thing he's heard like a nursery rhyme - Lather Rinse Repeat
this small simple instruction all his life ignored what a stupid thing to do oh well I'll try I'm bored. So one more squirt of shampoo into his hands he pours and when he rubs it in his scalp
Why this is something I've not seen before
Everyone has a magic key - something they know but will not try a silly instruction which logic defy
Disappointed
Dec 21, 2001
A miss this life surely is,
she never goes as planned.
Perpetually I miss this bliss
and cannot understand
Why every time the drawn back hand, fist full opened disappointment.
Is there some kind of ointment missed to moll such disappointment?
Maybe it's due me supine I diss I whine on snake oil kissed my last coin spent
or maybe me it's meant to be upon the knee it's joint bent,
petitioned prayer despair to spare this both his and my point meant,
to avoid destiny's debacle of crushing deep to dusting clotted choking air.
Where once tempers sure would flare now sunk shoulders soon must square
as I take a long hard stare at all that's dismal there, in the head offices of despair.
'Hind desk She sits in her dark lair snakes writhing fits dancing her hair,
clothes rag stitched bits all want of care, skin splits dead and peeling falling here and there
yet she maintains an air of haunting attraction charming and fair.
Is there a salve for thinning hair, or is it simply "I don't care" ?
Must I find contentment with substandard as my sentiment.
I must rid all expectation of being a sensation
forget dreams of lauded adulation for my glorious oration
My life a sickly oblation such as those who fill the nation
Why try, I Don't know why. All existence my expectations deny.
All I can do is sigh and try to buy the lie long experience does defy.
That sky the lie I wished to fly while standing on sound ground did eye.
Now spy I on this round mound had wished awry for loft of sky and me did I confound.
I've legs for walking around on ground, I was for flying never bound.
So to get wise you must despise all that widens up the eyes.
Mind your mend in Buddhist Zen. Pain, and suffering refines the Ken.
Imagine then your lasting surprise when at last all expectation dies.
The joy when a thing winged awkward flies, or drive through ketchup with your fries.
Dec 21, 2001
A miss this life surely is,
she never goes as planned.
Perpetually I miss this bliss
and cannot understand
Why every time the drawn back hand, fist full opened disappointment.
Is there some kind of ointment missed to moll such disappointment?
Maybe it's due me supine I diss I whine on snake oil kissed my last coin spent
or maybe me it's meant to be upon the knee it's joint bent,
petitioned prayer despair to spare this both his and my point meant,
to avoid destiny's debacle of crushing deep to dusting clotted choking air.
Where once tempers sure would flare now sunk shoulders soon must square
as I take a long hard stare at all that's dismal there, in the head offices of despair.
'Hind desk She sits in her dark lair snakes writhing fits dancing her hair,
clothes rag stitched bits all want of care, skin splits dead and peeling falling here and there
yet she maintains an air of haunting attraction charming and fair.
Is there a salve for thinning hair, or is it simply "I don't care" ?
Must I find contentment with substandard as my sentiment.
I must rid all expectation of being a sensation
forget dreams of lauded adulation for my glorious oration
My life a sickly oblation such as those who fill the nation
Why try, I Don't know why. All existence my expectations deny.
All I can do is sigh and try to buy the lie long experience does defy.
That sky the lie I wished to fly while standing on sound ground did eye.
Now spy I on this round mound had wished awry for loft of sky and me did I confound.
I've legs for walking around on ground, I was for flying never bound.
So to get wise you must despise all that widens up the eyes.
Mind your mend in Buddhist Zen. Pain, and suffering refines the Ken.
Imagine then your lasting surprise when at last all expectation dies.
The joy when a thing winged awkward flies, or drive through ketchup with your fries.
The Sense Of Me
As I sit pondering midst the grass
The question of me, myself, I ask
this is, you see, no easy task.
The self's slick snake escapes the grasp.
But every now and then it strikes
when contemplating Marks, Macks, and Mikes
that roll past parks with packs on bikes
I poll vast hearts, wit, knacks, dislikes
Or driving by, noses up high, in insulated cars
Cells phones talking or rocking heads mocking, rock's celebrated stars
Oblivious as fast they pass, the grass, the trees, and me.
Just who do in the world do they think they are? Some celebrity?
If I were that someone else instead
would it be me inside that head
as easily theirs could be my bed
and to their spouse I would be wed
Ooh, that could prove favorable or au contraire quite scary
Approve if thin and smooth of skin, or despair if fat and hairy
So on this wager I waver wary to find that face and place contrary
But I don't think that I would be
this me when looking in I'd see
someone else calling himself me
indeed agreed he'd be a me,
for a me is in every body
Just not the one self spun that's me
that nebulous sedulous incredulous me
in constant state of inquiry
There is no winning and no losing
only being which is so confusing
since being is both winning and losing
and from the chaos we do our choosing.
So I choose me like you choose you
“Better the devil…”, words never so true.
But in this shared human condition
It’s hard to separate self cognition
From the herd of sheep who bleat and bleap
Whilst being programmed in there sleep.
As I sit pondering midst the grass
The question of me, myself, I ask
this is, you see, no easy task.
The self's slick snake escapes the grasp.
But every now and then it strikes
when contemplating Marks, Macks, and Mikes
that roll past parks with packs on bikes
I poll vast hearts, wit, knacks, dislikes
Or driving by, noses up high, in insulated cars
Cells phones talking or rocking heads mocking, rock's celebrated stars
Oblivious as fast they pass, the grass, the trees, and me.
Just who do in the world do they think they are? Some celebrity?
If I were that someone else instead
would it be me inside that head
as easily theirs could be my bed
and to their spouse I would be wed
Ooh, that could prove favorable or au contraire quite scary
Approve if thin and smooth of skin, or despair if fat and hairy
So on this wager I waver wary to find that face and place contrary
But I don't think that I would be
this me when looking in I'd see
someone else calling himself me
indeed agreed he'd be a me,
for a me is in every body
Just not the one self spun that's me
that nebulous sedulous incredulous me
in constant state of inquiry
There is no winning and no losing
only being which is so confusing
since being is both winning and losing
and from the chaos we do our choosing.
So I choose me like you choose you
“Better the devil…”, words never so true.
But in this shared human condition
It’s hard to separate self cognition
From the herd of sheep who bleat and bleap
Whilst being programmed in there sleep.
Bursting Bubbles
April 25, 2002
The Bubble's bulging bout to burst
at trouble's urging expect the worst
We’re all splurging to be the first
But the bubble's bulging bout to burst!
Ever expanding as it rises
Its fate to culminate in crisis
gluts grab to gain their greedy prizes
The land's demands polity disguises
Time erodes all things it touches
Governments and man crushed in it's clutches
Mangled to stand on unwieldy crutches
Like Rome's fall grand our fate this much is
Everyone expects to be first
to use the stream to still their thirst
With water wasting we're all versed
and in a bout of drought we're cursed
Stretching tighter, tighter still
we'll just dig another fill
bury it all beneath a hill
cap it with approval's seal
Swallowing such a bitter pill
the earth is bulging sickly ill
But she's the dealer and she will
let us cut the cards she'll deal
Just like hunt for sport of kill
All things wasted have a bill
and if we continue, as we will.
we'll reap the row we sow and till
All trends point behavior to this state
nothing stops till it's too late
dire makes point hard and straight
with such a mass it will be great
To our hyper-sexuality
add decreased mortality
Rat City a Reality
Outbursts the worst brutality
And if it's old, just throw it away
Population pressure
political corruption
Waste and
As Fossil fuels sputter out
The bursting we cannot avoid
The worst thing's to get paranoid
Calmness as all is destroyed
First lesson learned to be devoid.
April 25, 2002
The Bubble's bulging bout to burst
at trouble's urging expect the worst
We’re all splurging to be the first
But the bubble's bulging bout to burst!
Ever expanding as it rises
Its fate to culminate in crisis
gluts grab to gain their greedy prizes
The land's demands polity disguises
Time erodes all things it touches
Governments and man crushed in it's clutches
Mangled to stand on unwieldy crutches
Like Rome's fall grand our fate this much is
Everyone expects to be first
to use the stream to still their thirst
With water wasting we're all versed
and in a bout of drought we're cursed
Stretching tighter, tighter still
we'll just dig another fill
bury it all beneath a hill
cap it with approval's seal
Swallowing such a bitter pill
the earth is bulging sickly ill
But she's the dealer and she will
let us cut the cards she'll deal
Just like hunt for sport of kill
All things wasted have a bill
and if we continue, as we will.
we'll reap the row we sow and till
All trends point behavior to this state
nothing stops till it's too late
dire makes point hard and straight
with such a mass it will be great
To our hyper-sexuality
add decreased mortality
Rat City a Reality
Outbursts the worst brutality
And if it's old, just throw it away
Population pressure
political corruption
Waste and
As Fossil fuels sputter out
The bursting we cannot avoid
The worst thing's to get paranoid
Calmness as all is destroyed
First lesson learned to be devoid.
The Stem
April 26, 2002
Why am I doomed to be
The Stem For Your Bloom
The space in a vase,
The air in a room.
The writing erased
Original replaced
The plume of the boom
The track for the race
Life's silent soul
Excitement's dull lull
Ascensions Declension
Beauty's bone skull
Honorable mention
Relief's biting tension
The null of the bowl
Resolve's apprehension
The space between lines
A book's gathering spine
Nothing of a ring
The void that defines
The blow in the dough
The donut's dead hole
The puff in the fluff
The noun's article
Why am I doomed to
to be unassumed
the place for your face
the mirror in a room
April 26, 2002
Why am I doomed to be
The Stem For Your Bloom
The space in a vase,
The air in a room.
The writing erased
Original replaced
The plume of the boom
The track for the race
Life's silent soul
Excitement's dull lull
Ascensions Declension
Beauty's bone skull
Honorable mention
Relief's biting tension
The null of the bowl
Resolve's apprehension
The space between lines
A book's gathering spine
Nothing of a ring
The void that defines
The blow in the dough
The donut's dead hole
The puff in the fluff
The noun's article
Why am I doomed to
to be unassumed
the place for your face
the mirror in a room
The Rhymes
April 30, 2002
The Rhymes, The Rhymes, The Rhymes
Call me to committing crimes
of unremitting riddling rhyming.
with unquiting whittling shape refining
muted melodies I mutter miming, as the words ring out their cluttered chiming
Ever clinging clanging chiming in a singing ringing rhyming
My rhymes all over stated, as all times I'm under sated
no word fate and I'm elated empty plate won't rest unladed
my mind best is dedicated to betray a way to state it,
mate it, slate it, and portray it
till at last on hours past a vast bombast en masse created.
Ever clever words I sever like a beaver with a cleaver
chipping chopping chunks so busy
busy busy in a tizzy til with sizzling sound I'm dizzy.
Upon refrain I strain my brain up to a toiling tizzy
until in pain its bane boiling fizzy
is he crazy? is he? I can hear them ask to diz me.
Such a query cast can't phase me
but like a bleary blast belays me
as a cozy dozing daisy
amid rosey rows of paisley
Like silly bulls a bounding
the syllables are sounding
in closet rhythmic rhymes astounding
feel a pulse hard pounding
as sounds on sounds are sounding
April 30, 2002
The Rhymes, The Rhymes, The Rhymes
Call me to committing crimes
of unremitting riddling rhyming.
with unquiting whittling shape refining
muted melodies I mutter miming, as the words ring out their cluttered chiming
Ever clinging clanging chiming in a singing ringing rhyming
My rhymes all over stated, as all times I'm under sated
no word fate and I'm elated empty plate won't rest unladed
my mind best is dedicated to betray a way to state it,
mate it, slate it, and portray it
till at last on hours past a vast bombast en masse created.
Ever clever words I sever like a beaver with a cleaver
chipping chopping chunks so busy
busy busy in a tizzy til with sizzling sound I'm dizzy.
Upon refrain I strain my brain up to a toiling tizzy
until in pain its bane boiling fizzy
is he crazy? is he? I can hear them ask to diz me.
Such a query cast can't phase me
but like a bleary blast belays me
as a cozy dozing daisy
amid rosey rows of paisley
Like silly bulls a bounding
the syllables are sounding
in closet rhythmic rhymes astounding
feel a pulse hard pounding
as sounds on sounds are sounding
DARK DREARY DISPICABLE DIRE DEATH
January 07, 2003
Death shroud death cloud
Who are you to be so proud?
For soon too you will sure be plowedDown under deep to join the crowd
Of men long dead who’d talked aloud
To death shall every knee be bowed
Bodies mere corpses in the making
As time’s cruel forces do their taking
Bones to creaking, muscles aching
Burnt synapses fizzling breaking
as neural nets are sizzling, baking
to a fried crisp crackling and caking
Rotting slowly every dying day
A tired trod trail toward tombs decay
Hair lost luster lays dull gray
While inside the brain is lain same way
Life’s devastation no one can stay
But oh how we work to wish it away
To create something, a god, who’ll this horror’s story bind
A superpower king, a rod of might and glory entwined
As always wish fulfillment works it’s wonders on the mind
To create hereafter tales of great imaginings, every kind
remove all rational reasoning, with only Faith will these you find
And so to have hope and purpose follow dumb and Blind.
But death is the great equalizer
the matter mulching minimizer
Turning all to fertilizer
And leaving none no more the wiser
So if you like your Tranquilizer, you just hold your breath
I’ll keep my eyes wide open size, sure fixed on true god – Death
January 07, 2003
Death shroud death cloud
Who are you to be so proud?
For soon too you will sure be plowedDown under deep to join the crowd
Of men long dead who’d talked aloud
To death shall every knee be bowed
Bodies mere corpses in the making
As time’s cruel forces do their taking
Bones to creaking, muscles aching
Burnt synapses fizzling breaking
as neural nets are sizzling, baking
to a fried crisp crackling and caking
Rotting slowly every dying day
A tired trod trail toward tombs decay
Hair lost luster lays dull gray
While inside the brain is lain same way
Life’s devastation no one can stay
But oh how we work to wish it away
To create something, a god, who’ll this horror’s story bind
A superpower king, a rod of might and glory entwined
As always wish fulfillment works it’s wonders on the mind
To create hereafter tales of great imaginings, every kind
remove all rational reasoning, with only Faith will these you find
And so to have hope and purpose follow dumb and Blind.
But death is the great equalizer
the matter mulching minimizer
Turning all to fertilizer
And leaving none no more the wiser
So if you like your Tranquilizer, you just hold your breath
I’ll keep my eyes wide open size, sure fixed on true god – Death
KILL AND CONQUER
January 15, 2003
Blood lust is alive and well
And comes down through the ages
This story old forever retold sells
On all of history’s stages
War and fighting killing foe
Empowered by an ego just
They’re not like us so they must go
In our god or king we trust
For god and freedom strike a blow
for flag of country’s hue
Pillage and plunder as you go
All things Superior Entitle You
Your god will grant you true reward
And bless you with earth’s treasure
So take it while stabbing with your sword
And torture for good measure
The human race will never learn
To value anything foreign
So in the end our earth will burn
we’ll kill even that on which we’re borne
Egocentric, Ethnocentric, Anthrocentric, xenophobic fools!!!
January 15, 2003
Blood lust is alive and well
And comes down through the ages
This story old forever retold sells
On all of history’s stages
War and fighting killing foe
Empowered by an ego just
They’re not like us so they must go
In our god or king we trust
For god and freedom strike a blow
for flag of country’s hue
Pillage and plunder as you go
All things Superior Entitle You
Your god will grant you true reward
And bless you with earth’s treasure
So take it while stabbing with your sword
And torture for good measure
The human race will never learn
To value anything foreign
So in the end our earth will burn
we’ll kill even that on which we’re borne
Egocentric, Ethnocentric, Anthrocentric, xenophobic fools!!!
THIS WORLD
Who made this world with its savage struggle to survive
Each form killing another to stay alive. Cruelty woven into the fabric of it days. A sun that shines its warmth with lethal rays. And we the topmost of its chain put in our place by a mighty brain have proven immense intelligence was mainly evolved as defense against all other life forms and ourselves. For the world’s greatest irony is that we are our own worst enemy.
This world with all its outward beauty hiding something dark and ugly
So much lurking dark and hideous an evil so insidious. All minds must endure the hellish nightmare of being hunted fang and claw. The predator lurking soon to strike the blow with deadly jaw. The wind to blow destruction the rain to bring the flood the earth to open wide and belch its heated deadly blood. The ice to bite and chilling cold. The sand of time to wear you old. Hurricane the poor to beat, enslave. Typhoon, tornado, tidal wave. The heat to scorch and burn the skin, that is ever wearing thin. Each gap of pain in toothless grin careers headlong blundering forth to win
This world with all its killing and pitiless pain. Suffering sustained, a rich history of its reign. The elements Harsh and brutal beating back life on every edge the gross unspeakable inhumanities throughout time. Time the longest laundry list soiled with survival’s crimes.
With all of this it astounds me so - that I still love the God that none can know. He who made it and put me here to be alive. To struggle each day a constant strive
And me – no one shall ever see – my rich dream of life, its majesty. A spectacular thought filled tapestry. The saddest thing to realize – that it wasn’t meant to be – an extravaganza thrown for only me. Soon I’ll swim the surging swelling sea of forgotten memories as I plunge into the abyss of nothingness. So I undress to join the rest with one last fleeting thought before a fire dimming, “O how happy and full my life was then, all the things I learned and loved and dreams I hoped to see come true. And although disappointed, beaten, I made it through the blue.”
Suddenly engulfed by all those who have died before in countless lives mixed in suffering and joy, full of pleasure and pain. Especially struck by those who endured unimaginable horrors and those who committed such. With such a long legacy of pain and suffering Isn’t the time ripe for love and tenderness on the earth? haven’t we learned yet? Will we ever learn? Wasted potential in every form – falling so short of what greatness we imagine of the earth, of humanity, in ourselves. It was a wondrous dream, wasn’t it? If only to dream it would be enough. If only to awake from this dream intact.
Who made this world with its savage struggle to survive
Each form killing another to stay alive. Cruelty woven into the fabric of it days. A sun that shines its warmth with lethal rays. And we the topmost of its chain put in our place by a mighty brain have proven immense intelligence was mainly evolved as defense against all other life forms and ourselves. For the world’s greatest irony is that we are our own worst enemy.
This world with all its outward beauty hiding something dark and ugly
So much lurking dark and hideous an evil so insidious. All minds must endure the hellish nightmare of being hunted fang and claw. The predator lurking soon to strike the blow with deadly jaw. The wind to blow destruction the rain to bring the flood the earth to open wide and belch its heated deadly blood. The ice to bite and chilling cold. The sand of time to wear you old. Hurricane the poor to beat, enslave. Typhoon, tornado, tidal wave. The heat to scorch and burn the skin, that is ever wearing thin. Each gap of pain in toothless grin careers headlong blundering forth to win
This world with all its killing and pitiless pain. Suffering sustained, a rich history of its reign. The elements Harsh and brutal beating back life on every edge the gross unspeakable inhumanities throughout time. Time the longest laundry list soiled with survival’s crimes.
With all of this it astounds me so - that I still love the God that none can know. He who made it and put me here to be alive. To struggle each day a constant strive
And me – no one shall ever see – my rich dream of life, its majesty. A spectacular thought filled tapestry. The saddest thing to realize – that it wasn’t meant to be – an extravaganza thrown for only me. Soon I’ll swim the surging swelling sea of forgotten memories as I plunge into the abyss of nothingness. So I undress to join the rest with one last fleeting thought before a fire dimming, “O how happy and full my life was then, all the things I learned and loved and dreams I hoped to see come true. And although disappointed, beaten, I made it through the blue.”
Suddenly engulfed by all those who have died before in countless lives mixed in suffering and joy, full of pleasure and pain. Especially struck by those who endured unimaginable horrors and those who committed such. With such a long legacy of pain and suffering Isn’t the time ripe for love and tenderness on the earth? haven’t we learned yet? Will we ever learn? Wasted potential in every form – falling so short of what greatness we imagine of the earth, of humanity, in ourselves. It was a wondrous dream, wasn’t it? If only to dream it would be enough. If only to awake from this dream intact.
BUFFALO FALLING
March 07, 2003
Oh noble buffalo how you were laid so low
Beneath driven sand and snow
Out where prairie winds howl and blow
A billion bleached bones left behind to show
the madness of a fiendish foe
A great herd 60 million strong
beat the earth in thunderous throng
calling out for miles a rumbling song
Buffalo falling Buffalo calling Buffalo falling, bawling, sprawling the mauling appalling - galling
How does a “Chosen” nation
commit such an abomination,
the near obliteration
of Earth’s most grand creation.
Buffalo blood mixed with earthen mud
rings the deluge, damnation's flood.
A prayer of remorse and regret is thy due
How could we ever forget what great sins we do
Every buffalo soul calls out to
Man cut down his Buffalo brother
Merely for his hatred and fear of another
All done to choke and smother
Children of earth mother
The herd ran out it’s madness blind
Riding on hoofs spurs maligned
Idiot fools rode atop enslaved beasts
To cause cruel useless death fit for no feast
Brutal brutes savage slaughter
Poisoning the well water
To kill a noble being so grand and pure
How could god idly endure
Or did that day he make hell hotter?
Their flesh to rot the ground and cry out to mother earth
No feast was held no ritual blessing to thank the creature for giving of its noble life
Only sad desecration and mockery of this
Who was the real “savage” time does tell
evidenced by the great many buffalo that fell
to fix the place of the hunters in hell
One of the greatest testament of the man’s sin and ignorance
is the unnecessary slaughter of more than 60 million bison
in order to further oppress, bring under subjection,
and to rob of their birthright a people already driven for two generations
before a greedily advancing civilization.
White men slaughtered the buffalo
in order to starve the Indians
of the plains into submission.
One of mankind’s top 5 all time greatest sins against nature and the earth.
When one is young and foolish
hey kill for sport and game.
Brutish savage Cretans
all out to lame or maim
No how deep runs their shame
seeing others do the same.
March 07, 2003
Oh noble buffalo how you were laid so low
Beneath driven sand and snow
Out where prairie winds howl and blow
A billion bleached bones left behind to show
the madness of a fiendish foe
A great herd 60 million strong
beat the earth in thunderous throng
calling out for miles a rumbling song
Buffalo falling Buffalo calling Buffalo falling, bawling, sprawling the mauling appalling - galling
How does a “Chosen” nation
commit such an abomination,
the near obliteration
of Earth’s most grand creation.
Buffalo blood mixed with earthen mud
rings the deluge, damnation's flood.
A prayer of remorse and regret is thy due
How could we ever forget what great sins we do
Every buffalo soul calls out to
Man cut down his Buffalo brother
Merely for his hatred and fear of another
All done to choke and smother
Children of earth mother
The herd ran out it’s madness blind
Riding on hoofs spurs maligned
Idiot fools rode atop enslaved beasts
To cause cruel useless death fit for no feast
Brutal brutes savage slaughter
Poisoning the well water
To kill a noble being so grand and pure
How could god idly endure
Or did that day he make hell hotter?
Their flesh to rot the ground and cry out to mother earth
No feast was held no ritual blessing to thank the creature for giving of its noble life
Only sad desecration and mockery of this
Who was the real “savage” time does tell
evidenced by the great many buffalo that fell
to fix the place of the hunters in hell
One of the greatest testament of the man’s sin and ignorance
is the unnecessary slaughter of more than 60 million bison
in order to further oppress, bring under subjection,
and to rob of their birthright a people already driven for two generations
before a greedily advancing civilization.
White men slaughtered the buffalo
in order to starve the Indians
of the plains into submission.
One of mankind’s top 5 all time greatest sins against nature and the earth.
When one is young and foolish
hey kill for sport and game.
Brutish savage Cretans
all out to lame or maim
No how deep runs their shame
seeing others do the same.
Where are We Going?
March 07, 2003
We’re all spinning in the same circle
while each moves within their own
Rotating round the blazing sun
Which rotates the unknown
Everything is on the move
differing frames of time and space
But where is it all going?
What's done when won the race?
Where are We going?
Why SHould I Care
just sit back and enjoy the ride
you'll see once we get there
But Dad,
Where are we going?
A restless imagination
That can't be comfortable
without a destination
March 07, 2003
We’re all spinning in the same circle
while each moves within their own
Rotating round the blazing sun
Which rotates the unknown
Everything is on the move
differing frames of time and space
But where is it all going?
What's done when won the race?
Where are We going?
Why SHould I Care
just sit back and enjoy the ride
you'll see once we get there
But Dad,
Where are we going?
A restless imagination
That can't be comfortable
without a destination
ERRING ON OPTIMISM
As far as success in life plays out
tis better to think well without a doubt
for they do better that smile, not pout
and live longer that take the higher route
I’d rather be happy and wrong
While Singing out a cheery song
Than be right about our dreary plight
And suffer demons day and night
As far as success in life plays out
tis better to think well without a doubt
for they do better that smile, not pout
and live longer that take the higher route
I’d rather be happy and wrong
While Singing out a cheery song
Than be right about our dreary plight
And suffer demons day and night
Inertia
March 19, 2003
I like to play like I just couldn’t care
It leaves me down, and fighting for air - I’ve got to deal the day
The sea of emotion
puts it in motion
Breaking forth to a life full of sound
We’re breaking out (and dealing the day) or (and feeling profound)
The notion of emotion so big it blew you away
No way can you stay that way
If life’s a breeze, and you just couldn’t care
Why do you freeze when the wind’s blows your hair? -
You’ve got to feel to play
The motions of the oceans
breaking forth the waves pull & pound
Because the Earth tugs the moon around
But moon’s motion moves the oceans,
so big it wears earth away.
No way it can stay that way
So uninvolved
that I’m falling into the fray
I’ve got to peel away
Sink or swim
March 19, 2003
I like to play like I just couldn’t care
It leaves me down, and fighting for air - I’ve got to deal the day
The sea of emotion
puts it in motion
Breaking forth to a life full of sound
We’re breaking out (and dealing the day) or (and feeling profound)
The notion of emotion so big it blew you away
No way can you stay that way
If life’s a breeze, and you just couldn’t care
Why do you freeze when the wind’s blows your hair? -
You’ve got to feel to play
The motions of the oceans
breaking forth the waves pull & pound
Because the Earth tugs the moon around
But moon’s motion moves the oceans,
so big it wears earth away.
No way it can stay that way
So uninvolved
that I’m falling into the fray
I’ve got to peel away
Sink or swim