Friday, November 22, 2013

Spurious


Spurious

False prophet

     MONEY

It gives a ludicrous
sense of safety

It might buy you
a way out of chaos

Probably not
yet you strive 
to stack up earnings

It is your only goal
to accumulate 
worthless paper

Nothing backs money
it is only paper that
we keep grinding out

Once money was based
on the gold standard
always gold was sought

No more
paper money takes the floor
its all paper

I trade paper for services
I have a lot of paper
it is my commodity


Thursday, November 21, 2013

Wrapped

Wrapped around must do
without stimuli inspiration
it doesn't adhere to writing

doctor's offices
supermarkets

I do try for stimulation
walks in gardens
drift line fishing

I can't get him
to the beach
or to movies

just to doctor's appointments
lunch with lunch buddies

Tonight he said he will
see a movie
I select Gravity in 3D

Maybe he is opening up
we shall see


He Asks Me


He Asks Me

He asks me
again and again
used to be irritating
can be now though
I know why

He can’t remember
anything new as he
describes it so he asks
me again and again
I know why

Yet I can’t truly understand
give thanks for my memory
that I took for granted
I’m not irritated now
I know why

I want to wrap him up 
in a big ball of memory
I want it all to come to 
him who is lost in seconds
Why oh why

He asks me

Tuesday, November 19, 2013


PhOTos
Is She Me
She is Me
Me is She

Waterfalls


Waterfalls

Water falls
over cliffs
pools 

Beneath
is secret

I am secret
beneath pools
I wait

Waiting is death


Sunday, November 10, 2013

I Don't Care

I Don't Care

I don't care if you don't understand me
just don't try to make me do
what is abhorrent to me

I will dance insanely to your beat
I will sweat within your heat

I don't care if you don't understand me
it is enough that I understand myself

Take me even if you don't understand me
just don't try to make me do
what is abhorrent to me

I will dance insanely to your heat
I will sweat within your beat


Untitled Post

The page is blank
what I wish for
a white page
no past nor future
we had photos
taken of our
non-event
it is over
the page is blank
it is my blank page
Before Hot Screen

I breathe in deeply
I exhale
I breathe in  deeply

I hold my breath
waiting for a signal
I breathe in deeply

I exhale
lungs bursting
waiting

I breathe in deeply
I exhale
I don't give up
I Want

Wanton
I want
to luxuriate
in my own bed

Wanton
I want
in silk to sink
into ecstasy

In my own bed
I want
to listen to music
in my own bed

Wanton
I want
to luxuriate
in silk to sink
Blank

I tried to write something.
It only came up blank.
This page was empty.
Then I found it again.

Now I am going through
motions to get something
down that isn't mundane.
Why am I wasting your time

Unless it is about process.
I am writing it now
working through it I path
my way along

Where Oh Where

Where Oh Where

Where are we going
on this orb in space
spinning around God
our sun who feeds us

All of us in spite
of our level of hierarchy
spin on this orb alone
our sun who feeds us

I don't know, do you?
Do we only die and if
we die do we transcend
to another life?

Do we remember?
Would we want to?



Solitude


Solitude

To be alone
to wake each day
to revel in sunrise
to be at peace
to dine on fruit

To be alone
to revel in sunset
to be at peace
to dine on vegetables 
to lie at rest

To be alone
to be at peace
to wake and sleep
to dine and dream
to be awake



Without Further Ado

Buckle your seatbelt, Miss
navigate with grace
visions humming 
in an instant all could change
drill your young ones 
over years as they stride
for freedom
to be wise and loving

Friday, November 8, 2013

Anger


Anger

It busts harbors
roils calm waters
sets boats slipping
from their tethers
fierce it disturbs calm
caged inside erupts
all over everything
leaves one empty
quivering until next
onslaught over inane
unrooted accusations 
I scream typhoon
get out of the way!

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

I Am Sad


I Am Sad

I am sad
beyond sad
beyond what
sad conveys
I can’t cry
only anguish

I anguish over
pain and anger
subsequent to
impossible life
living within a
form of insanity

No sense rules
nonsense days
as life drifts by
no way out of
wasted moments
cower moments

I am depressed
beyond belief
know I need to
search for ways
to help myself
to keep alive

Days challenge
every moment
no soft time
no relaxation
no off time
no respite

I am sad
beyond sad
beyond what
sad conveys
I can’t cry
only anguish

Ping Pong


Ping Pong

My brain bounces
back and forth over
the net of insanity
paddles smash home
the intricacies 
despair circles around
as I try to make it all right
there is no right only wrong
Ping Pong 

Wind


Wind

I love language
I love word wind
it thrashes tree
stirs things around

I love language
words wind around
stir things up
how did we form

language I love
can’t imagine before
language  how words
came to be 

Wind

In The Dump


In the Dump

I scavenge
for peace
shard of tie dye
in a warring world

I scavenge 
for warmth
a quilt of love
in a cold world

I scavenge
for fairness
for everyone
an entitled world

In the dump
I pick among
bones of loss
cold hard world