Feeling Rational

When I step into the dark
I step into me
I don't know what I feel
I don't know what I'll say or do

in search of mystery
out in the dark night
I've become the biggest
mystery of all
only knowing what I've wanted
in the past's saying or doing

The darkness bleeds
from under my eyelids
and I'm left wondering
if the birds that visit my tree
have any paper or pens
so that I may compose
a few thoughts
before wanting, saying, or doing
anything
that I'd rather not
be accomplice to

There's no end to every action
whole continuums have been erased
by this Bull pine in a china shop
dropping pinecones.

and so maybe I wear a chalkboard
to say the things I DO Want to say
Do not gawk, I'm only trying to live

Penguin

The hungry penguin
searches the seas
for something interesting
a bright light
that glimmers
under the water
!dinner!

Swimming he glides
walking
and getting
to the waters edge
not so much

but the swimming
peeling past
the hungermomfs
and sleekers
is sometimes done
with the greatest of ease

and so much water
to grace the skies
and so much beach
to settle on
I can not resist
the urges to use it

Change

The mad dash past sharp sharks
draws a light withdrawn and melancholy
for thinking and dinking around productively
in the oceans seas
seems like so much work
after such a brush with finality.

Where comes impetus
to change what you do
rather than to
change circumstances
of oceans blue.

From you
must vision gleam
of detrimentality
and Your soul
guiding
towards lives
of hope & love

through intuition

to faith
    of
 dreaming hearts

Countdown to Independence

the drink undrunk
drinks itself
till wet

the thinker unthunks
burning itself
till hot

the sound silences
ringing itself
till spoken

the poem riddles
proclaiming itself
till news

the blood bleeds
pumping itself
till red

the friend hates
loving themself
till compassionate

Are you sane

If I can just put these words down
the world may make sense
and I can stop pretending
that everything is rational
I will then be able to predict
which treatment will cure
and which disease is incurable
and which addiction
be it sex
chocolate
coffee
or cigarettes
will kill me

I'd like to know
the difference between
inspiration and a dose of insanity
and whether if I get a wish
if I wished I am God
that I'd just disappear
from within the cage cave
overlooking existence
to never reappear

These are all pertinent questions
to my toothbrush
but really, I'd just like to memorize
something, anything at all
that I wrote
that would explain why
my toothbrush is asking the questions

Chemical Wetware

I sit watching the title
on the tv as music plays
It plays melodies
and rhythms that can spell
mood doom in the right light
but mostly
it drives the sullen silence
that can only come with winter
and quiet nights when all slumbers
But for my beer,
I'm am the only thing bubbling along
and the quiet serenade of crickets
but a memory recorded on some
magnetic disk somewhere
magically inspiring thoughts
that are recorded on some
chemical net inside
hooked up to MY internet

The Light in God's Eye

"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.

Dread I Dread

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

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