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!