12 Years of Old News

It's 9am, I'm tired
Thought hot coffee, swirled.
A small cup of joy,
I dip into lakes naked.

Where are all the loves
In the sky that created time?
Why does hate worm it's way
Along the Earth where we stay.

In the cloud's eye I feel as one.
The straying mote floating like bright
Drifting, as smoke drifts.. my life, carried
In the stillness, nearly invisible, except for the light.

My love is a familiar love now, comfortable and in reach
Trusted..  but infrequent
My love is a friendly love, that seeks companionship
Lonely..  but loving

And I float on and on and in spiral's reach of galactic clouds
A speck on a speck on a pale blue dot
The heavens holding all of spacetime,
In worlds' series of circles enfolding.

Love the great universe holding curiosity about itself
What's over the next mote, page, life, thought, taste...
Overlittle.. but learning, laughter, love, and life
In the light passing through the clouds of di-hydrogen oxide.

What a curious feeling, this cup.
Feels like my soul has wings
Where is psyche off to now in this winnowing
I dive off dock into calm ocean, naked.

A Shot Rings Out

A shot rings out, echoes through the canyons of buildings
Rolls through the ground
Another person dies, another crowd

How many dead, lost count
300 mass shootings in as many days...
Another Mom gone, and another daughter dead
Another man, someone's baby, red.

And we spend our money building prisons
And closing schools
Which would give skills to earn a living...
Other than cheating, stealing, lying  ..killing..

Another shooting 200 injured
Gun Control being gutted
Health insurance being gutted
Mental health funding gutted
Social Services being gutted

It's almost like big-government, big data, and big money
Don't care about the people that are creating their value
In their money, but in their bills, too
In their bills, but in their house
In their home, but in bed, too.

The wealth of nations' resides in its humanity.

Tryst Twixt Cupid's Psyche

My Psyche with beautiful wings
Dances with the couches
Reading books and playing games
Plays all day with the dogs of Diana
The sheep the cats the horse
Brings dreams to Cupid
To forge into arrows

My Psyche can't sing, can't dance
But she's beautiful in the meeting
The hot dish, the cup of coffee
Her body sings in my blood like honey wine
While reading _poems to f*ck by_
And her wings take her to eternity

Narcissus even fell in love with her beauty
But she left to play in forest wild
And his will left alone
Gazed on his body, it was something,
Until he was struck with vanity
And binded yellow and dumb.

My Psyche I would suffer mockery
For her kind heart does not know why she laughs
Does not know cruelty
My Psyche I am in love with
And hope to steal a billion kisses +1

My Psyche is a beatiful rose
Meant to spread her glory
Reaching into heaven's sky
With roots in hell
To bring love to worlds' story

My Psyche is another love I cannot compare
And I hold her dear
Oh, to hug her in my arms again
To feel her body heat
To feel her heart beat
To press her lips against me
I should love my Psyche, with butterfly wings.

You Don't Write, You Don't Call... don't you love me!?!?

Where do people go when they work
The hive eats them up
Borrows them while they're out
Finds them returning
Gives them  back to the world

Where do people go when they die
The dark eats them up
Borrows them while they're down
Finds them when busy
Gives them back to the universe

Where do people go when they laugh
The joy eats them up
Borrows them while they're bored
Finds them when light
Gives them back to the joy

Where do people go when they love
The fire eats them up
Borrows them while they're lonely
Finds them when surrounded
Gives them back to their family

Where do people go when they're anal
The pedantic eats them up
Borrows them while they're critical
Finds them when they're awake
Gives them back to the asshole

Where do people go when they read
The focus eats them up
Borrows them while they're spelling
Finds them while they're concentrating
Gives them back to the library

Where do people go when they flow
The role eats them up
Borrows them while they soul
Finds them while they're creating
Gives them back to the woald