eye of the storm

The Light in God's Eye

2012-01-29T18:22:00.001-08:00

"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.

2012-01-27T17:45:00.000-08:00

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

It's Christmas

2011-12-26T20:08:00.000-08:00

A tree melts to green
from the snowy winter coat
The pagan sacrifices end
and the giving begins

A brand new Season
in which days begin
to lengthen
The Worlds gift to us-
the promise of another year,

and proof we can't read each
others minds

the winter besets
leaving us to our privacy
of chasing candy cane lanes
to melt on the floor
sticky with each footstep
towards Hawaii

Till spring dreaming cleans once again
the avenues

To The Ends of Time

2011-11-30T23:38:00.000-08:00

The decadence of taxes
Is a rainbow of ten-thousand
Bridging Space & Time
In a glowing span of spectacle

One color fades into the next
Until each fly a million miles
But only upon occasion

While the serpent rides the winds of war
To break such promises of peace
Spreading claws to rake the young and the virgin

The spoils of war?
Useless until the fires burn out
And the woald turns green again

All that was built
All that was grown
All that was proven
Rubble- but in the hearts of Men

It may damn well be the taxes of humanity
To watch people suffer and/or die
Let us keep hope and thrive

Springs of Man

2011-11-17T19:42:00.003-08:00

The Rivers of Eon flows towards Metropolis,
to feed its aqueducts of Nature and Industry-
springing fountains to cascade brilliantly
in Markets and Man, civilizations last stand.

We stand on a bridge of rainbows on a path through
an orchard that brings gladness from ripe apples
Yonder is Hawking Market wherein robots sell their latest,
and further on the return path to the beginning of creation.

We tarry watching the River Eon to spy on goldfish and cat-tails
that grow wild like a sideways witch-
The rainbow bridge takes but only a moment, but saves an eternity
so we continue to savor the air under Apple that stands tall-
-er than Oak in the wastelands beyond Metropolis' gated walls.
A few warbles from a wren nearby lights up the bridge
to glowing, wavering green, pulsating to its soliloquy.

Hearts full, we continue to the other bank wild
with crazy cat-tails sprouting onto a path amidst,
and out into the orchard. We walk to the sound
of heavy apple planting themselves and
ten-thousand deer scattering the seed.

Feet-sore, we come to Hawking Market
to be pressed back by glaring plantations of billboards and infomercials.
A million lights blink and hum overhead as people crawl over each other
amidst billboards and robotic overlords and carnival rides set up.

We duck into a movie theater and wait in line to buy a ticket
for a romantic comedy of errors, The Lady of Mazes. At the end, a lottery
number pops up on the silver screen and Triton, my friend, wins ownership
to a central vending machine which means both work AND money.

Leaving the movie, we dodge and crawl
to program the business method of it.
Triton babbles on about his good-luck on the way
and I comment how awesome it is to be in the BUSIness district.

Approaching, it recognizes Triton's silver wrist bracelet he's holding out
“Root Access” blinks big and red from the front panel;
Triton quickly plugs in his AI from a small memory stick-
weeks later he'll be able to buy another hydraulic magneto
to run another vending machine.

Triton is lucky he got a break-in product
that will seed itself like a stellar big-bang.
I return home to drink a beer and sew up the tears
in my torn retina.

To Be Fed by Hay

2011-11-14T00:54:00.001-08:00

Of Life's Mystery
Everything was known
It was all so simple
so needed no simplification
adding to my smile a dimple...

Man, either a spiritual animal
or a materialistic one
focused either on Nature
or Industrial Suns

Nature flows to man as
Industry flows to marketing
Everything else a field
of force fields guarding
and returning to source
that is, Industry and Nature
of course
an electro/magnetic dipole

Of life's gravity
Cities, States, Countries
Men and their families
A solar systemic galaxy

Of monies nuclear attraction
protons, neutrons,
quantum
gluonic satisfaction
exchange of stability

Of taxes' radioactive decay
of income, property, and sales
a nuclear breakdown
of relative particles too large

Man navigates all this
like the bison
ranging 18,541 acres
Penned off and limited by industry
and corporate lobbying
Only free to explore
outside the means to work
within the limits of work,
or copper ore, or road corridors
farms, and Nations mutualism.
And these are our fences.

The Cyser of My Eye

2011-11-08T18:17:00.001-08:00

As the river unwinds past cities
-it enters the aqueduct pipelines-
to which it feeds into Nature and Industry
powering magneto gunmetal
as well as orchard petals,
creating different beasts

The apple leads to Man supreme
-that plan-suited conqueror-
a creation of monstrous necessity
feeding off the nectar
predicting the vector,
and plants the Appleseed as investing

The electricity leads to Markets' steam
-that profit-robotic business method-
a creation of monstrous greed
eliminating freewill
while gaining mills,
and buys businesses for expanding

I would argue our power is only lent
-but that's not the truth of it-
bursting greed has always been inside, pent
greed begets greed
as seed begets seed,
Let us drink a glass of mead, and mend

This blog has moved

2011-04-13T20:27:00.000-07:00

for lack of interest
I have started something that interests me
This blog is discontinued
and shall be reappropriated, shortly
for new work by partners in crime and yours truly
cruise over to
In The End Is The Beginning

Power to the People

2011-03-15T20:40:00.000-07:00

The industry drives the market
supplies it with material
so does nature supply man
in matters spiritual
and thus all progress is made

Supplying the market with material
meters supply and demand
so that economics becomes synonomous
with materialism
and consumerism is bred

So does nature supply man
with houses like a beaver,
made of sticks,
and roads like the deer and elk
with webs of transportation

In matters spiritual
who can say what way is close to God
but close to God is the way
and thus empty of expectation
can one receive the present

And thus all progress is made
industry manufacturing the material
nature growing the spiritual
with all thought, a great tree,
bending to the winds of time

Industry grows like money
much like Nature, grows like God
and all the questions of the universe
reduce to, can we make it through this
for a present of progress

supercalifragilisticexpeaAladocious

2011-02-21T23:11:00.000-08:00

The rock strains
melodies of the past
histories pains
placating stresses
that deform
metamorph
recycle
and store
for us to tease and glean
the secret lore
from whence it came

Old is an attitude

2011-02-21T12:17:00.000-08:00

I feel like a teenager
unsure of my new feet
always tripping on myself
as I quit these cigarettes
If I had one prayer
it would be to see the light

unsure of my new feet
I grow unbounded it seems
new body, growing mind
growing health growing attitudes
growing hair to dislikes

always tripping on myself
because the shoes don't fit
wasn't the big feet
but that I needed to buy
two sizes too big

I quit these cigarettes
like a sailor finding a port
tired of the taxes
and becoming poor
acclimating to land

If I had one prayer
it would be to brainwash me
so I merely didn't believe the illusion
rather than creating a hell
to wallow in
Allen Carr anyone?

To see the light
is to see beyond the veil
making a connection
between the spirit of things

I feel like a teenager
I grow unbounded it seems
or at least two sizes too big
Tired of becoming poor
and being brainwashed
is to see beyond the veil.

Much like a rock hound

2011-02-19T11:45:00.000-08:00

to be a beer hound
is much like a rock hound
but almost too easy
to fall off the cliff
your digging
if you try swatting
all the back biting bugs
Broke my ankle once.

Like a rockhound
there's many ways of going about
but ya gotta stop and say hello
or there's no beer to flow
no rock to cut & polish
when ya get home

Falling off a cliff
is not fun flight
not only does it end abruptly
It's torture trying to walk
back to your abode
to fix it up.

The back biters,
ya swat, they come
ya swat, they come
ya swat, they come
friggin bugs
if sin is disease
then bugs are the diplomats
of the devil
repellance keeps you healthy
as well as happy

In your digging
you gotta stop and say hello
to those your friends with
or there's no rock to cut and polish
when ya get home
for all your swatting at bugs
and trying hard to think repellant thoughts.
Blessed is he who comes in the name of deet.

The progress of Man

2011-02-19T10:49:00.001-08:00

The progress of man
is slowest at communication
All the change in the world
can come too quickly,
if he can't learn what it is.

Slowness in communication
is an easy thing to digest.
The unlearnable is the complex
Which is just an easy thing...
not explained well.

All the change in the world
is constantly growing a new body
for society...
refreshing the forgotten patterns
and making young children out
of old men with the same ideas

which if in coming at us too quickly
we lack the time to digest properly
And so, those with the least time left
need the most in hand as there's
a million things in their mind
that have to make room for the new thing
to fit,
both likes and dislikes
have to take second fiddle.

The progress of man
is an easy thing to digest
It is a constantly renewing society
with the last becoming first
in a refreshment of forgotten patterns
to drink in at the speed of life
with your likes and dislikes sometimes
having to take second fiddle
if you don't know what something is.

opportunity knocks

2011-01-23T16:20:00.000-08:00

Let technology create opportunity
much as your possesions don't own you
let them not dictate your lifestyle
let them not smother you with their importance
break free
break free and fly fleet of soul
not weighed down by material things
their status, their preoccupation for more
and be loved outside of consumerism
less, less, less
instead of more, more, more

It's quality instead of quantity of family
that determines whether you end up in jail
More inmates declare they were abused as a kid
than less

quality, not quantity of your food
for the same reason we like flavorful cooking
over tasteless food

quality, not quantity of your ideas
for the same reason we prefer intelligence over ignorant ramblings

quality, not quantity of your peace
for the same reason I'd rather have a heartfelt hug
than a lifetime of indifference

and with less we may see the true value of what we have
and stressing that in our lives
rather than stress something totally inconsequential.
Stress things that enrich your life that one may understand fully
the quality of it would probably expand
rather than buying into many of something you've never figured out
just quite how to use fully
Make your own life accessible to yourself
by discarding the consumerism that caused you to buy so much stuff.
Discarding the packaging the present has arrived in
and
strive
for
peace

SteepleJack Beer

2011-01-16T02:01:00.000-08:00

32 downloads of a book
32 proof, 16% alcohol by Volume
4 squared dancing angels on the head a pin
and two starving artists hungry for more poetry
to stuff into bottles and cans
to fill their bellies with
to light their way ahead
to power their gravitas
and the magnetic induction in their brows.
Of the two, one always waits
while the other reads patiently.
But both create the dipole moment
one with industry, the other with merchantability
and without ever exchanging a single thing
but by merely being who they are
create a moment... shared...
that can make a pauper or a king
a rich man
or even heal the blind

Maybe fools come in twos

2010-12-13T14:32:00.000-08:00

forgetting was yesterday
today we must open the present
to find the layers of the pearl peeled back in....
... ruin ...
or just love it for what it is
a pearlescent shining of a rainbow
arcing to bridge space and time
like a dance on a thousand rain drops
or a shot of whisky in your coffee
(we wouldn't do so bad to imitate that)
sometimes things aren't so complicated
sometimes they're rude
but know this
it's more about them than it is about you
the hate, the greed, the ambition, the pride...
do good works

Donations please

2010-07-03T14:42:00.000-07:00

God Save the Spring

2010-07-03T12:38:00.001-07:00

The mountain sparrow
sings to the moon
the rock pica sings to spring
A thousand things awaken
with the cycle of the seasons

The mountain sparrow
small and gleeful
like spring itself
flitters with energy
from branch to branch to seed

Singing to the moon
cycles time itself
a communion with the sojourn
a communion with the self
bringing home solstice solace of the soul

The rock pica sings to the spring
echoing off the rocks
barking that marks
even the unseen accompanies
the wilderness in it's solitude

A thousand things awaken
from hibernation, from death
the flame of life accustomed to this hardship,
unfolds it wings from slumber
to soar above the barren to the cities in the sky

The cycle of the seasons, the four doors to eternity
through one, the dormant awakens
through two, the juvenile play
through three, wisdom takes and sows
through four, time itself forgets

The mountain sparrow
like spring itself
brings home solstice solace of the soul.
The flame of life accustomed to hardship
with wisdom takes and sows
until one steps through the door where time itself forgets

Cradle to Cradle

2010-07-03T12:36:00.000-07:00

Time forgets,
the seeding rots,
the water stagnates,
and the frog
hibernates

In the seasons passing
all those lives
that built the cities
glowing in the sky
at sunset time,
time forgets.

The seeding rots
when wisdom is no longer guided
but returned to the earth
to feed again the shade
that protects the wise

The water stagnates
from a creating role
to a supporting one
in the pond
with frogs and fish and lilies

The frog hibernates
the water freezes
the sap returns to root
and the cities in the sky
lift a little higher than before

Time forgets
those that lifted the cradle
to protect the wise,
from a creating role
to one of supporting,
and the cities in the sky
lift a little higher than before

PUBLISHMENTS

2009-01-09T12:50:00.001-08:00

SteepleJack Beer

by yours truly!

been wondering what else I've written

well here it is

Soylent Green

2008-11-11T22:06:00.000-08:00

Whether it tis nobler to drink ale
or ply the crook and brook to fish
the bubbles are the same that arise
if you keep in mind, one is God's land
and the other but human nature
both stir steady relaxation

release in work, relaxation
to tie the fly, ply, and chill ale
while wading in or from bank, fish
the eddies of flowing that arise
from the cycling eternity of land
that is Eden when smog lifts off nature

when foggy or snowing or of rainy nature
maybe it is too hot for any relaxation
seek the shade brew some ale
buckle down, tend house, smoke fish
shine the light so you may arise
to meet demands of cynical land

to meet the demands of a cynical land
that would hide the fish and beer in nature
that would hide the steady pace in relaxation
that would addict to work and ale
that would poison the byways of fish
that would put guns in young hands, arise

like fertilizer that bring tomatoes to arise
oil can both be a boon and vice to a land
it brings the dollars and ease greasing nature
but brings inequality to deserved relaxation
instead of volunteering your drinking that ale
instead of inventing your out for a fish

we used to fertilize with fish
and something would stay with the land,
when oil runs dry so do farms in nature
and the malt shrivels in relaxation
and then we have no more tomato ale
with hot tamale sauce and got to fish

If fish could feed millions in Jesus' land
we're going to need it as we reinvest in nature
with billions more, arise, brew a ale. Relaxation

Obama in the yold

2008-11-06T00:35:00.000-08:00

Pisces in the Milky Way
swims upstream to breed
10,000 miles he's traveled, astream,
to arrive again from where he left
to embody and release
and fertilize the valley
with his honesty, integrity, and thick skin
in the cycle of things

His brain, his philosophy
His heart, his economy
His gills, by the grace of God
gives life to hope
that is fish

all of these in the cycles of things
give rise to new life
like the body of Christ
nourishes and feeds the soul
that is wheat, tree, minnow
meadow and fold
hearth and hold

a check on power that would corrupt
the cycle of things brings
moderation to an entropic woald

TradeWars2000

2008-10-31T21:03:00.000-07:00

My purple crayon is my intelligence
the hand that guides, my wisdom, and
In my brainpan lies the world
unfurled & unrestrained by boxes of philosophy
it lies beyond the fictions of man
unto it's own rules
as a constellation of synapses
unfolding king cepheus

Sight, touch, hearing, knowing
these be but a smell of flower
that grows under a rock overhang of time
which, the rock, uncaring loves neither you nor me
until that day Jesus comes to bless it
yet the flower will grow all the same in indifference
having sprung from the same well
it's role entwined with the universe
refuting destiny by imparting free will
to truth itself
in that
it asserts one aspect of all knowledge
in the same note and key
to play along in melody of the universe
for the senses are not greedy
they just want to keep it real
like the best rapper out there

what is this thing remembering the unlearned
but trying to smell a flower that has long since
gone to seed on a mountain top 33 years gone by
there is no tapping the nOosphere
in an electric universe...
only waves and currents
circuits and maybe dynamos
that pie the sky with the likes of Leo and Cassiopeia

so try not to turn lead into gold
but observe the universe
and transmute ignorance into fine clothes
therein lies the Diamond Mind

For the space dock has been blown up by a quantum torpedo

Me and My Truck

2008-09-27T16:30:00.000-07:00

The manifold of sustainability
lingers on hopes and dreams,
yearnings.. steaming beans,
that only widespread change can meet
The gov'ment, the voice of change
the guiding hand
the prince of lanes
whom directs traffic down avenues

Me and my truck is all I have
I can screw in a lightbulb
but where is the love
to make me stronger
to fly like a dove
to fly through the canyon
with a gallon of bioamplification

we can eat our disease
or we can make it clean
full of life in balance
teaming with frogs
and bugs that pollinate making honey
and wildflowers that harvest the sight
as wolves bite out the sick and overpopulated
Let us be wolves and bite out the waste and overconsumption
before the economy of ecology collapses beneath our feet

Like Oil and Water

2008-07-03T19:07:00.000-07:00

Drilling rigs are boring
through the iris of the earth
one finds the salt of the gods
imitating water
but poison to the yeast

When descending into the Iris of the Earth
relative baselines become basin and source
while one weathers into the other unending
the valley is to the mountain
as the root is to the peak
and the crust to the rift
where all mountains begin
from compression produced therein

From the Salt of the Gods
Ra's Chariot becomes commonplace
to dangle on a thread
between love and hate
in our roadrage
and mercenary economy
of corporate lobbying

In imitating water
heaven's abode is synthesized
giving life to the tree of economy
but so large it grows
kills the ground growth
and threatens houses
in senescence
from 10,000 winds
caught in it's leaves

The poison to the yeast
is as peak to root
in our roadrage
in our mercenary economy
but so large it grows
into 10,000 winds
it is as poison to the yeast

It's 3:15 and the bell is ringing

2008-06-28T12:27:00.002-07:00

When no longer found to other's vision
a beer gets drunk, and assholes get punked
signs get started and poems get thunk
wildmagic blooms in stars above
wild hearts loom the magic of love

When a beer gets drunk and assholes are getting punked
mankind is better for it
nuff said
except that perhaps nothing comes for free
when one tries to build a better futurosity

When signs get started and poems get thunk
consciousness is harkened to foam at the front
erasers get nibbled, conformity funked
and wheels get driven past driveling frivility
making what one prays to be a better day

When wildmagic blooms in stars above
constellations wave back and footsteps glow
doorways appear and overgrowth folds
sanctuary holds for your souls sojourn
past delusion, past preoccupation, and straightjackets alive otherwise.

When wild hearts loom the magic of love
glamours wished become reality
while perhaps nothing comes for free
the wheels get driven past driveling frivility
in striving for heaven for who wouldn't want to
when wild hearts loom the magic of love

2008-06-28T12:27:00.001-07:00

options of perception

When a man/woman/or child is freed
truth is tasted
in every mouth food is richer
in every mind idea's picture
The horizon's eye becomes broader hotter
no longer lost to other's vision

When truth is tasted
the lasting pride of heaven's abode
opens doors to minds forlorn
thrusting freewill upon one's rill
Letting one cut one's bank a little deeper
Letting your soul to run a little thicker

When every mouth tastes the food richer
more hope is born in souls sojourn
more burden furlowed, more strength observed
more keen of eye, more rich the pie
when every mouth tastes food richer

When in every mind idea's picture
problem grasped and answered at last
before when and what is wanted played
prepares one for the day of inequalitay
guiding your actions, guiding your prayers

When the horizon's eye becomes broader, hotter
the better you can watch for weather
distance closes, options open
chores get tended, less is broken
plans get made, actions gets played
and the struggle of life get more embayed

When no longer lost to other's vision
your life becomes your own
and the lasting pride of heaven's abode
opens more hope born in souls sojourn
guiding your actions, guiding your prayers
to close the distance and open the doors
when your no longer lost to other's vision

Shoestring Theory

2008-06-21T12:39:00.000-07:00

Laces and the shoes on the street
brace entropy from entreating
sprains, sprungs, springs of sorrow from
the failing hate of gravity

Laced up and tied right the plights
of ankles in the city tonight
hop, dance, bop, shop
in serendipity while securely alight

but one tangle, one poor knot
may throw most into chaos:
broken legs, bent fenders...
society itself has to doctor
what was once thought
a loquacious civility

Tying together financial empires
and used by warmongering liars,
the humble shoestring may be really,
some tool of the devil's hellfire
feeding the flames of eternity
chaining us to the bottom line
through coporate lobbying
Free the Shoestring!

It's a group thing

2008-06-08T20:06:00.000-07:00

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flight Pan-Am

2008-06-08T18:03:00.000-07:00

am I in love
new sets of eyes
that soar the horizon
one kiss at a time

a slip of the worlds
that glide eternity
my reality fading
into the same rut
I had with my last girl

born anew
a toddler in swaddling
same old body
new cup of coffee
spawning wants
of yesterday
yesteryear torn asunder
pieces peeled afeather
to fly a new bird up

but what dark vision
is this
thunder clouds out yonder
now clearly viewed
as illusion of lust
once shattered
patchworks the scenery
abounding under
true love's destruction
having come back together
with patchwork seams
to put blinders on my needs

I soar, preoccupied
by times waning strength
to leave me seeking
that next kiss from the abyss

a glowing cigerette stick
streaks past my reach
darkness has fallen
but new lights guide
my glide in soaring the heights

a spangled sky seeks my soul
and the stars in her eyes
scream louder than the wind
of patchworked illusions of lust's
karmic clockwork death

and I find a tree next to an intersection
the light blinks red and I rest
for minutes on end
finally the dawn arises anew
and with it my soul sojourn

site retasking

2008-05-29T18:41:00.000-07:00

in the spirit of recycling reducing and reusing, this site has been repurposed
please write all complaints in the box below
-the Mgmt.

I don't know if this is still a group thing, but I'll post it anyway

2008-04-05T06:00:00.000-07:00

Libertas8376

Liberty, peace, security
unfried lines of sustainability
green peace spread thin
while politicians pander
slander, ramble, and dance
to views of impossible opinion
in hopes the invisible thirsty two-headed giraffe
doesn't get to their beer first
doesn't read their governance laws online
doesn't know legality doesn't mean morality

I bet the crew who knew Malcolm X
were fed the same bullshit we have now
the same constraints on their voice lent
I bet the crew who knew Lincoln
celebrated freedoms not listed in the amendments
like that beer you fear congressman
like that smoke you toke senator

If it were left to me,
we could tread more lightly:
build houses that didn't sprawl,
require crop-rotation,
plant perhaps borders along rivers,
to soak up the fertilizers point source pollution
for a day in when we may.. just pray
and celebrate
that we did the right thing,
not fighting in contention with corporations
for the voice of reason.

congealed effervescence

2008-03-15T06:36:00.000-07:00

wiggidy wump the frigid corpse
hits the floor. "too many sins,"
claim wrens pecking near
"No dear, 'twas the fear,"
ravens state peering at fate
with a dinner leer gleaming
upon their faces pacing adjacent.
pacing closer to view the boon
to the forest folks' resources.
"Tear the hair," declare the wrens.
"peck the flesh," stress the ravens.
"But it's only a poem spun from rainbows,"
declaims an owl down to the ground,
"and that my folk feeds the soul.
So dine friends with minds divine,
with christs' cup from magic height
and rejoice the gift given present
for life is to live and be loved today
with vigil and intellect
for tomorrow won't harmonize by its own.