Diamonds and Diatoms

The voice of wisdom said hi,
And I ignored her advice.
What's she like inside?
Young and beautiful...
Like the prettiest step-sister
A few years younger
Blonde hair, round,
And maybe a bit naive.

Is this the root of our hurt?
When we settle into this life,
With our mental status and/or strife,
Perhaps our youth and stupidity
Outstrip our experience and wisdom.
Still, I'm glad wisdom showed up
For the fun&profit.

And in Time&Space even the voices occupy a mind
Like a book occupies your life
These aren't relived memories
Or even people I know well
Perhaps they're mantles of power
My intuition&feelings wear and war with,
As a book can put you on and/or scare.
As a prophet can inspire their community welfare.
As a movie can shed light even while requiring your mind.
As boxes of logic can prove thought.

And my feelings inform my intuition
And my intuition inform my feelings
And my body talks to my mind, and so forth.
They are materially different bodies, you know.
Ancients would think with their stomach place
The vargus or our second brain to which we satisfy our lives
For belonging, or for hope, with love thrown in,
While atp dust we create powering the ingenuity&happiness.

Arguing with myself is a hell
And my world is anything but monocotyledon
It isn't mono diatomaceous, but millions of remains
That preyed and played with each other,
In one vast soup, all their days,
Left to me like a recipe
To explain the inanity of reality
So as maybe to make poetry&lemonade.

Change the Options or Death

Hydrogen pebble bed reacting mass into liquid gas
Manufacturing economy of travel for passing lanes
Drive down on the free-way in this green-class
We got 15 months of easy payments with approval

And that's why we bought solar panes for our place
Racked up and screwed down and there, hydrogen
We dispense to pumps&collection whom ship when they return empty
But not so empty with hydrogen, It's a bottleneck at gas stations

So they have a fleet, and we have feet to buy groceries
Otherwise, we just heat our houses with electricity
Sunny affair really, We closed the loop through using what we produce
American ingenuity, that pebble-bed reactor, yessir

Brains Folding in Memory

memories is another word we use for remembering
My remembering has creases in them
Folds where there were remembering
And Folds where there weren't
Because I didn't remember them

I don't remember light-bright with Jill
It was the silver-lining to being locked down.

I don't remember my Mom singing out of tune,
Because her violin was always so, so, beautiful.

These are memories written down and revisitable.
A story telling about something interesting,
But the truth only lasts in the telling,
And remembering the last time I remembered.

I can examine the grape,
And remember how he laughed and played in the sun.
All the friends he had and lost,
All the family of leaves supporting their group.
All the institutions holding up grape to sky
To eternally kiss the rain heaven sent.
But my memory of sweet wine does not hasten them,
The grapes continue to play until days end
When fate is ready to receive them back into earth.

Then they're full grown, they greet the sun
 without memory, without examination
But return rememberance to their grapes clustered with friends
And support them with their wherewithal they command.
This is not a memory I have of vineyards,
These are remembrances of what I remember of my friends
Clustered there under sun, and helping train the course
Of my world, of my height, by what we remember when we learned about life.

And how I've carried myself back into Sun,
And trained my world after near-death
And subsequent burial in shit.
To bring fruit to you!
Merely by remembering the last time I remembered, too.

Digital Pizza in the Stone Age

My Digital Pizza
Comes out the Oven
I press it and make pieces
To share and edify

It's no thing but it's expensive
But in the land of Billionaires
It's cheap if not free
And I like the taste of them
So I keep doing my pizzaria

Some of the regulars
Buy my merchandise
Some of which I like
But could never afford
Because of the awesomeness

I'm searching for the lost painting
The lost song
The lost poem
What if I searched the whole world over
And never looked inside of me for it?
It would be like that guy looking for an honest man
Never realizing he could be what he needed to find.
That's why I make

And my pizza is kind
I think it helps calm in this crazy mixed up time
I think painting or poetry calms me
Like sharing a smile with someone makes me happy.
Like angry music can annoy
Like fantasy can help me escape four walls
And travel the world without a dime in my pocket.

Certainly I do all the work of six men
But I still have to wear seven hats to make ends meet.
So, I'm a misfit, a dreamer, a poet, a painter, a woodsman, a butler, a cook
But a vow of poverty won't pay for freedom.
That's why I try to sell stuff!!!
And that's partially why I have inexpensive hobbies
While trying to run the pizzaria.

Same Difference

I am an orange
but I look like an apple
I'm small, and I'm round
I AM FRUIT

I am an orange
un like a great pumpkin
I'm soft, and I'm sweet
Like an apple
I AM FRUIT

I am an orange
I grow in the sun like an apple
You say patato I say pototo
Same Difference
I AM FRUIT!

Conflationary Confections

Painted M&Ms are the same difference
Coke & 7up are the same difference
Apples and Oranges are the same difference
Peas and Corn are the same difference
Goldfish and Carp are the same difference
Pine trees are The same difference
Wally and Beaver are the same difference
Shoulds and Shouldn’ts fertilize criticism

The tinmen, scarecrows, and cowardly lions are the same difference
The Emerald city and the Yellow brick road are the same difference
Mansions and Castles are the same difference
Fishtanks and Houses are the same difference
Comforters and Afghans are the same difference
Couches are The same difference
Compliments and Criticism are the same difference
Shoulds and Shouldn’ts fertilize criticism

Pillows and Feather beds are the same difference
Dreams and Paintings are the same difference
Painters and Photographers are the same difference
Curtains and Blinds are the same difference
Walls and Bricks are the same difference
Stone and Soils are the same difference
Geologic and Critical thinking are the same difference
Shoulds and Shouldn’ts fertilize criticism

Campfires and Hearths are the same difference
Boots and Tenny runners are the same difference
Walking sticks and Pole-arms are the same difference
Squirrels and Pack rats are the same difference
Ungulates are The same difference
Fish tank gravel and Trailer pads are the same difference
Grizzlies and Kodiaks are the same difference
Hunters and Footballers are the same difference
Stars and our Sun are the same difference
Moon and Earth are the same difference
Circles are The same difference
Shoulds and Shouldn’ts fertilize criticism

Fractals are The same difference
Torches and Flashlights are the same difference
Friendship and Love are the same difference
Bob and Stephen are the same difference
Rosa and Colin are the same difference
M&Ms are The same difference
Reading and Spelling are the same difference
Carnegie and Alexander are the same difference
Dick Dale and Dale Carnegie are the same difference
Synonyms are The same difference
Closed and Cold are the same difference

We Got to Turn This ShitAround!

Turnkey Solutions in Hydrogen and Propane
There is no them, we are them
Our own competition, Our own worst enemy.

Turnkey Solutions in Equality and Justice
There is no war, we are war
Our own enemy, Our own worst critic.

Turnkey Solutions in American Ways
There is no anger, we are anger
Our own critic, Our own worst feeling.

I tell you three times
We are the Evil we see in the World

We got to turn this shit around.

I See Beautiful People

I have a body
I eat
I need to
I don't like to
Why must we talk about food, now...
Because I have a body
And I have to eat

"Love, I only lost weight because I had the body of a twenty-year-old"

now, I'm slow... I work... it's all downhill
Everyone has to eat
It's WHAT we eat
the refined sugars and carbohydrates
The simple carbohydrates and fructose doing in the Inuits

This isn't winning to lose weight!
Winning is being healthy and eating.
What we eat! Our veggies our fruit.
Sideline the snack with celery and peanut butter
Have an apple or granola bar
This is me winning back my health!
Eat as much as you want I opine
But forgo the clean for the good, better, and rather-than.
I hated being hungry on special K cereal
This is me winning Health!

And one less beer or coke is better!
Better none for the simple carbs in them...
the refined the simple, the simple calorie for my thigh or belly
While maybe I have a glass of water before dinner, or lunch.
But I use to stuff myself on veggies, because I cut out red meat and pop.
Now I don't, but I'm on different meds, too, that don't cause diabetes.

~fini


have to share this awesome article I read on weight loss
"All diets don't work!" - from the article
Everything We Know About Obesity is WRoNg

V as in Vocational

The white lady prevailed
my muse and by my musing
She lies strong
While medusa swims searching the lakebed
With vacated beaver, with vacated burrow in shade

I know not where my mind wanders sometimes
Pops thinks I'm an idiot or watching fish
But I see, I live so much
While silently musing in worlds and in my world

Much as one muses with muted television...
Making up the plot.

Much as one muses with synchronised rhythm...
Bossing the rot.

Much as one muses what NY couples fight about...
if it's money or not.

It is not so much as what we make up,
Magic and Magistry are real enough!



Life is just that mean people suck, and...
the Universe is a low-band pass filter.

2do

Combustion engines are the new slave economy
Our labor market, our freedom, our electricity
And we pool, puddle, and piddle in our stagnate

where for then, do our thermoelectrics begin?
where is the solar panel and direct generation?
where is fusion and our faster than light drive engine...

They are at the bottom of the lake
Sunk, begging to begin
To birth new invention and new industry, again,
While we wallow in cheap labor

Should they rise up, we'd need no empire
And we... could descalate our calamity!

Thermo Electrics

I am lost to words
They hold me now, but...
I was searching online for someone,

And instead of one I found an other
A mysterious women accomplished and erudite
And I'm like, dang, haven't met her.

I am lost to worlds
One holds me now, but...
I was searching online for universe

And instead of one I found an other
A mysterious earth accomplished and knowledgeable
And I'm like, dang, haven't explored this.

I am lost to space-time
Fabric holds me now, but...
I was searching online for miracles

And instead of one I found multitudes
A mysterious magic that slacks in low-band-pass
And I'm like, dang, why slave labor?

I am lost to existence
Feelings hold me now, but...
I was searching online for audience

And instead of one I found you
A mysterious engine that stagnates with the rest of us
And I'm like, dang, let's revolutionize industry

No Such Thing as Expanding Dark Energy

The Earth is a low-band pass
Maybe space-time is, too.

On Earth's wars are fought with weapons by the lowest bidder
High-energy p-waves become long wave p-waves
Stereo systems sound better on reproduced tapes with bass
Longer wavelengths travel farther, like Ham and AM
Easier things are done more frequently, like Video Games instead of Reading

So wouldn't this make sense the Universe... is a low-band-pass filter?
And one's dark energy, is another man's hydrogen(or dust), shifting things red.
Air, Earth, Water, Fire  act in this way, so does Space-Time!
So below as in Heaven, no?

One day they won't take and excuse themself

This is not the science that saves me...
This life learning laughter and love that builds me
I fail at perfect, haven't been and what is science?
Best practice and knowledge, perhaps.
I am because I follow intuition, in bed and shit yesterday...
And that is heart that reacts and mind predicts, you know.

I know not why I'm dead,
too much booze or loneliness
I killed my television and microwave, so
That can't be done.

And the haters hate
Lovers gonna make, craft, create
While the rest of the world spends it's own destruction
Wherefore is the peace in buying one's stairway to heaven.

One such as I can't foretell
History is written as much as mitigated by the victor
I know not whom got rich selling bullets
For I fight for acceptance, companionship, and opportunity

And all the good, better, and rather-thans still open
While clowns invade my privacy and domicile
I haven't a secret in my easy going except who I am
Money harasses, and women judge...  I am not my own anymore

My life is what it is, the life of everyone trapped in poverty or class struggle
We speak of third-world countries and world banks
I am a nation without a rose, and will be
I die now alone.
But life is the present, the gift, secret, and key.
For we each live on in our own way.

Lost Saturday

I played the Ungame with my parents.
It was hard reading the question because there was know card.
My Dad had a proxy torwards the end of the game.
Mom has passed away but she played the best she could.

It was fun!  i half-made up the questions I wanted to ask.
But they were printed on the paper, so they believed me.

I wish Dad didn't quit.  But at least I found out some things.

The hardest part was moving furniture to play the ungame.
We didn't use to have the easy chair where we sat.
We did sit on the ground.  It was easier than playing in the dark,
Where one is all the same height.

I wish only that I could concentrate longer.
My Parents Are Such People!
I had fun finding them!!!

The Northface on Exposure in Avalon's Wakening

A little bit of tea rests undrunk:
the bugs are waking with the spring
the birds, too, eating them
as the bugs are eating the plants
and the bees will find nectar.

what spring of my tomorrow, rises
i'm smart and funny, but alas
I am alone, single, annealed
or unwanted
a sexy killer with a blue dick
A blue face from praying to God
A blue hand and pants from painting lonely skies.

There is a tomorrow;
There was a yesterday, afterall.
my here and now is material
and existential problems with no solution
Where did all my red roses go

My daisies sit that I bought for myself
Daffodils finally bloom in the garden
The monster of mischief comes with scissors
I water them, but then they're thinned, gone, and given.
What flowers, the sky gone dark with my pining.
I rise, I sleep, I dream awake of tomorrow's tomorrow
A plan of craft and construction and conservation
While my Gods steal all that is money from coffers,
Rewarding me with what he has thieved from mine.

My love broken into rubble has turned blue again
Without acceptance or companionship
Leaving Opportunity to wilt while I wonder way.
There are abundant forests, and fruitful imagination
They graze-like by roadside while one slows for their progress.
Some feathered, some hairy-beasts of four legs,
And some shadowed so heavily by hunger, they eat pavement.

Oh! inspiring messengers of Nature's calling!
Why is coexisting with an Other so fraught with prudence and caution.
And why Must we isolate so as to Love and Share!
Love should not be so confidential, nor sharing so jealously guarded!

Oh love, i love you, too

i know not where the shift went to,
Seems a dead thing that whispers here i am
i can not find me, i can not find, i am incomplete

i want you to tell me you want me
i tell you want i want you
there is no echo in my life
i love you, but where are you

and when the stars sing and dance
how come that is too much
and when our souls match
why is there nothing left

i know not where my love went
But i love you, and i want and need you!

The Mud From the Last of Winter

The coffee pots whistles a little
The fishtank an eternal spring trickling
Traffic comes and goes by ceaselessly
And on wet days sound like spaceships
Whizzing through the air.

My flowers are wilting today
The daffodils still yellow, but bent
The daisy's a little better and wilting, too
They rest in center of dining room
A sweet scent in a world of latent memories

My Mom used to sit there, and Dad would too
Now the silence fills the room with their remembered smiles
And all the silent noises are absent, that used to drive me crazy
Now just the house creaking, and furnace heating
While the traffic continues to pass through our town

I do not remember summer, or last spring
My mind is full of sleep and quiet, made light by birdsong
I do not weep constantly over what I've lost
But my mind makes lists of stuff I do and don't want
Finding the labor is daunting when I write down all my dreams.
There isn't many to help, I'm isolated having found heaven
Here aren't many to talk with, I'm lonely having found myself

And so I travel a bit, smoke, and talk with friends
They've always been few, but the right kind
And I write messages to you, encrypted, and sent on spaceship through
Merely in hopes, my time is not wasted...
But in having found myself, also knowing myself
And what extends surrounding this small part of Earth I share
With worlds that extend into the Universe's further reaches.

Space is the Water We Swim

The last day of winter,
Little Spring lifting,
What is this thing called bOunCE?
Bunnie got banged!

Month of my soul's gray,
Sky's of murk and steel,
The skies eternally cry!
My house weeps in lament.

Moons of hidden wanderers,
Stars of blanketed nights,
This winter is pretty much over!
Only the birds and frogs know it.

When too do flowers know
When do buds grow closer to green
What street is washed away
What nature swells to press earths belly

It is the rain that baptizes our soul
And love but right now pregnant
...in worlds of liquid sunshine, and vitamin D...

Time is the Fire We Each Burn in!

I lie in imagery
Your living room
Box-like furniture in a boxlike room
In a box-like house on a box-like world

BUT THE WORLD IS ROUND!

We shelve these ideas, because...
...it burns...
We burn with the fire of Life
In all our sands of time
we did not start the fire

And so to soar in a world that comes round
To fly free and feel worlds beneath feet
!This could not be uS! with wind in feather
But there's the valley, there's the highway
There's the trees and the street and streetlight gleaming
We lift our wing to the future everyday
Everyway we make it happen
Because we are free



And the oxygen feeds our flame
Slowly feeding us what we want
To consume our soul, until done
We want every ounce, every pound
To Burn! To Burn! Live! Live!

While we may breath, and bread, and breed, and bean
Life's narrow hallowed living

I feel humbled we are so straightforward
Our words like forklift, or picture, or flashlight
And my poems sooo abstract
I think if I imagined more than conversation
I'd be here with you, saying be kind, sweetie.
Above all else, be kind, love.
And then go back to painting.

The Replacement Living

I wonder and I walk upon a kinnari beach
Is this so great?  Is this so me?
My mountains are clear and cold to the bone
I relax here, I sleep to be shoken, I do not wake
I do not wake from impending disaster
The ocean washes all stress away but I die.

Is there no noesis, no perception and intelligence?
It is the third science... that which replaces science...
Which had replaced. faith.. noesis...
What comes after the end, why am I so dark?
Why must this inspiration come from our generation??
And why must worlds fall? to be?? reborn???

I must say that's the 1&    and the 3& of it all, to do...
two steps forward to noesis from gnosis, to see..
to sea, to free, to be, and maybe to lee
and hide in cool shade while bullshit pleads
I need not, but a kinnari beach!

And sweet noesis.. ah to perceive and think!
What is this science, anyway, with blinded mule!

My Dream Last Night while I Lucidly Slept

Dream a little dream
of Elements surrounding
In some dark space
Not the least forboding

Add some spice Add some flavor
Make the Elements some to savor
See the blocks come alive too
Add the world so they do favor you

Come the fifth and final last
What comes back to you perchance
A dream of a little dream they dream for you
Something living you now have, true.

Leave the world and now come back
Have it one's hand for our stash
Place them, cherish them, and help your world
For through our dreams we are living, too.

Through our feeling we are creating
Through our thoughts and deeds we are, too.
If one thinks the worst of people, you will find it,
As intuition melds these thoughts and deeds and feelings through.
What comes to one is real, are you?  Are you?

Easter-April 1st

Today,

My cousin got out of the hospital...

Joy and Terror surround me...

Will I always be this lonely...

Will I always be sane in an insane world...

What kind of sanity Is that then...

I walk,
      to the store,
                and put a two twenty-five down...
For another beer.

Is life chaotic,
             Certainly.

I want a friend, but not a roomate.

And when the edges meet, do the pieces mate?

A Moonbeam Upon the Night

The Moon Base is ready
Already frigates steady
With Silicon Carbide hulls
Poured to exacting measure, fully.

The moon dust easily scooped
And carbon shipped from earth
Oxygen in our habitats pooped
With food on the way, in dirt.

What then is deep space and mad men?
Gone, from the borders of sanity...
Gone from sight and sound...
They keep losing their minds in hyperdrive.

Humanity needs the golden,
Only we can save ourselves.
If only we could sleep,
And pilot reality from our dreams!

Ahh, but if we could dream!
And real while we pilot sleep!
Then, what is the abyss to the common Man I ask you!
For the sleeper Awakens!

Then no silicon-carbide ship shall be dry-docked.
They shall explore the deep night connected by daylight
And keep the stars in their wake under every moon!

A thousand star-dust nights then could smile
And me with them with you, too, Here;
And open beer would celebrate my return, Everytime!

Inheriting the World

Of the black
To the gray
Which way makes me better
My face may be rearranged
If I can't get over my vanity
I need to get over my inadequency
To set my life in Victory,
as well as to source the strength for freedom.

Of the gray
To the White
The fight within
The fight without
To be bigger stronger faster
Until one's wizened life is buried:
smarter, wiser, germain.

The One-Headed Monsters

Twixt the government assist
Safety nets and the like;
And social supports in heights
Lifting people up through prayers
And social giving of charity.

People selfish, People hypocritical
Self-same problem of the commons hypothetical
Giving/taxes and/or Charity do help us
But without outside oversight regulating
There isn't enough for everyman's greed.

How you get there does matter,
(For capital or social safety nets)
Life isn't one or the other
But two heads are better than one:
Both giving and charity..
Doing and sitting with a cup of tea;
One needs a life to enjoy their time.

That's what my taxes pay for
While you all charging war on a credit card.
The world provides enough for everyperson's need,
But not enough for everyperson's greed;
And That is the Problem of the Commons mind.

A Hundred and 99 Words For Work, And Paycheck Isn't One of Them

There is a poem in me
That sings and dances
I only know the rhythm
As it twines around my bones
Like ivy pushing out my skull

The poem creeps up
Sprouting leaf here And leaf there
Questing the sunlight and heavens
As the poem roots into my marrow

This joins me to the rest of the world
Great green loving worlds of life and breath
Connecting in like to those whose bones
Are being crushed and reborn from the inside out

I don't think there is a plan or fate,
What I do think.. is that there's Work
Work that makes more work...
And work that gives back...
makes one feel better, heals,
creates while being created.

Like the ivy, this poem creates soil,
Breaks up the dirt into tinier problems,
Makes room for more air and purifies,
And leaves leaflets for tomorrows' sunrises.

This is not mine anymore in sleep's hold
I give this to you, so that you may grow
And dance, too, while knowing no song or tune
To lift spirits higher in greener worlds
We drink of earths and skies eternal
While it snows cold outside, we can dance with life.