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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

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

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

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

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

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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

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

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God Save the Spring

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