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Monday, December 17, 2012

In Pantheons of Gods

In ancient days the pagans sang or praised
many Gods in Roman plays and temple place
Worshipping with many altars giving alms
until Christ the King rode over palms
and Roman Constantine made One God
the Roman Way, both axes and rods.
Subsuming roles into church and state
so too did many alters amalgamate
Or did they?
Today many visit banks,
visit church and give lip service
in lasting and meaningful places

Take Walmart or MickyDee's
or any other corporate beast
In servicing needs, we alight on piece
present offerings, hang out a while
Just like the pagans in their style
they'd visit five temples a day
when we visit 5 stores in similar ways
servicing our contentment for some money,
If you give, so shall you receive honey!

Something through this societal contract
in pagan roots, and modern contact
We worship ingenuity and wealth
as well as acceptance and of health
Isn't that the modern Pantheon?
By my eyes, It is an ancient one.
but not the original G
no that was a tree
which provided protection and food
enough for some, maybe all but fools
in search of truth and beauty too.

I wonder what kind of tree
would bring full circle
questions of God's people.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Cropping Closer to my Soul

time's abyss opens and swallows me
chewing bones into splinters
smashing grey brains to grey mush
leaving me wondering
who am I, what do I want
and how do I begin again
all cherished activity

A dream of being
a fisherman plying the stream
refreshed by rushing rivers
over my toes and into my bones
catching the occasional trout

could it be that easy,
just hop in the truck and return at sundown
my biological clock screams no
don't go it alone
ticking off needs for company
with each passing moment

finding needs replaced by wants and greed
Time's abyssal maw crops
closer to my soul's cradle

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

The Star Dawns

The star dawns
to glow low beyond
where people lay
sleeping
Even birds sheltering
this morn
as the dewy rose
rises silently
in the red paints bleeding
through trees and smoke
and a million atoms of
carbon dioxide
spewed out from
freedom and necessity
pumping change into ecosystems
As if we, the human race
hadn't changed enough
Or have we?
We still treat amusements
as curiosities, and little gizmo
revolutions aren't what
aren't anything preconceived
so do we ignore the levity
of good fortune

the fortune of prognostication
through oracles of science fiction
the fortune of demonstration
through summits of simple toys
the fortune of illumination
through power grids of historical poets
the fortune of leadership
through history of democracy
the fortune of peace
through work of dreams
the fortune of work
through presents of time
the fortune of time
through health of galaxies

The rise of Mankind dawned with gratitude
for connections that protected and fed
his freedom and necessities
If we worship anything, we worship this
in our daily struggles for fish and bread
let US in our daily lives
give thanks and recognition
because Life
 is all connections

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Feeling Rational

When I step into the dark
I step into me
I don't know what I feel
I don't know what I'll say or do

in search of mystery
out in the dark night
I've become the biggest
mystery of all
only knowing what I've wanted
in the past's saying or doing

The darkness bleeds
from under my eyelids
and I'm left wondering
if the birds that visit my tree
have any paper or pens
so that I may compose
a few thoughts
before wanting, saying, or doing
anything
that I'd rather not
be accomplice to

There's no end to every action
whole continuums have been erased
by this Bull pine in a china shop
dropping pinecones.

and so maybe I wear a chalkboard
to say the things I DO Want to say
Do not gawk, I'm only trying to live

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Penguin

The hungry penguin
searches the seas
for something interesting
a bright light
that glimmers
under the water
!dinner!

Swimming he glides
walking
and getting
to the waters edge
not so much

but the swimming
peeling past
the hungermomfs
and sleekers
is sometimes done
with the greatest of ease

and so much water
to grace the skies
and so much beach
to settle on
I can not resist
the urges to use it

Change

The mad dash past sharp sharks
draws a light withdrawn and melancholy
for thinking and dinking around productively
in the oceans seas
seems like so much work
after such a brush with finality.

Where comes impetus
to change what you do
rather than to
change circumstances
of oceans blue.

From you
must vision gleam
of detrimentality
and Your soul
guiding
towards lives
of hope & love

through intuition

to faith
    of
 dreaming hearts

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Countdown to Independence

the drink undrunk
drinks itself
till wet

the thinker unthunks
burning itself
till hot

the sound silences
ringing itself
till spoken

the poem riddles
proclaiming itself
till news

the blood bleeds
pumping itself
till red

the friend hates
loving themself
till compassionate

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Are you sane

If I can just put these words down
the world may make sense
and I can stop pretending
that everything is rational
I will then be able to predict
which treatment will cure
and which disease is incurable
and which addiction
be it sex
chocolate
coffee
or cigarettes
will kill me

I'd like to know
the difference between
inspiration and a dose of insanity
and whether if I get a wish
if I wished I am God
that I'd just disappear
from within the cage cave
overlooking existence
to never reappear

These are all pertinent questions
to my toothbrush
but really, I'd just like to memorize
something, anything at all
that I wrote
that would explain why
my toothbrush is asking the questions

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Chemical Wetware

I sit watching the title
on the tv as music plays
It plays melodies
and rhythms that can spell
mood doom in the right light
but mostly
it drives the sullen silence
that can only come with winter
and quiet nights when all slumbers
But for my beer,
I'm am the only thing bubbling along
and the quiet serenade of crickets
but a memory recorded on some
magnetic disk somewhere
magically inspiring thoughts
that are recorded on some
chemical net inside
hooked up to MY internet

Sunday, January 29, 2012

The Light in God's Eye

"We are a way for the Cosmos
to know itself"- Carl Sagan

With the Sun shining
bouncing off the trees
it hits me
This is the stuff
that dreams are spun of

You glow, too, like the sun
giving off heat but startlight too
It's in your food
in your water
In the breath one inhales

Every food molecule grew
from sunlight
and having ate all this
all your life
you shine too

We do not exist but as light
our flesh of the starry heights
dreaming constantly the intuition
of the Cosmic Dreaming

We walk the Earth that was some
star that exploded years ago,
congealed effervescence,
from which we drink and eat
in a Communion with the Universe

The One gave his life for us
so that we may live
tell jokes
comfort each other
and dream big dreams

Do not waste it
for we are a dream
of something else bigger,
The light in God's eye.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Dread I Dread

The robotic profit lords
pluck your dimes
in a nickel cascade
off the money tree

People grow money
much like trees grow soil
or the sun produces light
making land fertile
where there's trust-
a desert otherwise

so be steadfast
in the name of progress
pool your money locally
so the children of your community
can swim in it with glee
and eat the bread of life

-too much only makes one glow
from the stardust of Eon, incorporated
reaching a higher energy state
till your veins pump starlight
and your brain bleeds insight-

These quick rich schemes
only profess the winning scenario
as a bird flies it seems so simple
but One travels Earth
and can take nothing for granted
so the Stock Market is a gamble
with its ups and downs that can last 10,000 years

Do we really need more robots
wandering the forests
turning rich earth
into weeds, inhospitable-

where's the progress
in turning barefeet
into iron shoes
which removes mountains
poisons streams
and casts us from
the garden of eden in exile
to scrape in the concrete
hoping a dandelion will grow
in the cracks too many have fallen
just so we have a splash of color

where's the progress
in turning care
into carelessness
learning over
the lessons never writ
that men lived and died to teach

tax the currs that destroy the Earth