Woman

imageI found a book there

in darkness

amidst the rubble

 

four poems

heat and woman

strength in struggle

 

survival songs

I hear the chorus rising

carry on

 

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Valentine’s Day

imageO Valentine’s Day

can mean so many things

roses and diamond rings

love pledges in the sky

romanty cards a sweet caress

how to say I love you best

hearts swell with prompt and sway

For me, it’s just my birthday

if I’m still here for this one

then Valentine’s Day must be

one perfectly magical gift of a day

in every conceivable way

and yeah, I’m glad to share it

with you.

Poisoned

img_5690I was standing just now outside

wind working hard to hinder or knock me off my held breath position

See I was hunched over legs open wide (human tripod in mind—

I lean toward organics) and nearly still still still enough at least

aiming my lens at this southern slip of currently naked tree trunk just right

exactly what I needed to cut what would in a few seconds be

a partial wink of perfect blinding sun leaking out from below a dirty

little trickster raincloud. I was there my right index already on the shutter so

light so close not even butterfly breath could have slipped through

Ready? Ready. Stop all thought no flow at all huh-uhhuhh do not blink or move

The moment the moment the slightest shift makes all the diff—

and then the poison! Politics. Other peoples’ stupidity. Madness baseless hate

Time wasters unwisers narcissism solipsism accuse-ism dumbism exclusionism

grimacism sneerism ignoramusism Imememine-ism foolism violencism

makenosenseatall-ism schism miserableism hatism destructism shitism…

It’s the twenty first century this modern mad dog barking muddled up plot

poisoning of the potential of the human mind

the threat to intelligence the rise of bad news fake news danger everywhere fear of

everyone run hide get a weapon buy another one shun shun news

fists of the vicious narrow vacant eyes looking in through windows prying trying

whatever means to pollute our innocent trusting souls with foul breath and

slippery slope arguments, with an utter inability

to comprehend the merits of respectful discourse, introspection, diplomacy,

consultation with others who know something of the subject in mind (any subject)

the advantage

of being kind, the concepts of considering consequences before shouting non sequitur

answers to question from mouths you can’t see because your monoism has rendered

you blind—poison seeps in so fast. It’s singular goal is to kill.

And it’s not the wind I’m wrestling anymore

It’s the great rumble of unstoppable nonsense

the roiling cacophony of fools fed on unfoods, ha ha sitcoms prophet for profit

slayers of evil undefined but true so true you better believe or hell hell

pretend leaders sleazy compromisers greedy petty world uglifiers

social media the news the mouths the heads half interested eyes the lips

The arses? Maybe. Sure. It’s the arses, too.

Do I have to love these? I guess I might. I do? (It’s not easy but hate begets

more hate and that’s nowhere to go for me not for you either whether you know it or

not, some things are just truths that’s the way it is so here we go, so)

I catch my sun ray. I am there. Imbalance is my cue.

I go inside wipe my nose

Camera down

I strike a deal. Squeeze poison from wound

Seems I’ll live.

Insert wisdom. Know when what where your balance hangs

mine is on the turntable

My mind is sacred

it’s not for sale for any price

Poison is dangerous. I saw the warning five hundred years ago it said

Don’t drink. Life is precious for everyone. Every one. Remember who you are

Remember what it is you cling to in this world is what and who you’re gonna be so:

I look for art in the raindrop on that flower next to the path

I see dancers in the roots of trees reaching out of limestone cliffs

I saw that sunset and it saw me

Now I’m singing and it goes like this (leave your hate in that old barrel

and you can come inside. I already forgive you for your lies)

Give a little bit

Give a little bit of your love to me

(Listen: Roger Hodgson 12 string shines here)

We’re still alive in the amazing light of our own stable making

Stay alert damn it. You and me, we’re worth saving.

we’re worth saving.

 

You Belong Here

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How do you think I know?

the Universe makes no mistakes

it’s true some doubt it

will try so hard to convince you test you

push you rile you accuse you scorn you abuse you

you may elevate and watch this poverty

unravel roll out slither from a sorry sack of ill intent

still it ought not move you undo you hurt you

well maybe scratch a little— you are human and will remain

but you your person your value your beauty your presence

cannot be diminished vaporized erased desensitized put out

You arrived

We met yesterday or today

We will meet again tomorrow

I see you there standing in your place your still slightly bewildered face

Your shining bright light full on but flickering adjusting unsteady

Tell me your name again so I can repeat it write it on our Human Sky

for all to see as they come to look for their own reasons

to befriend or dis or welcome or whisper or ask you out loud

why you are not what they expected

You arrived because it’s time and this is the place the right one your place

You belong here. We all do.

Hello.

Light

Shoes are optional

No one stands guard

No entry fee or protocol

you you You arrive

Ask: is this my home?

Is this the beginning of the journey—My Journey

—Is it The End?

Not much on offer in view

Many before you have crossed

Limestone is reliable shelter

You could enter settle stay

While you contemplate others’ bones sink deeper

These walls are reinforced by thousands

who arrived hesitated undecided lived died calcified

Are you hungry?

Is imagination driving you forward or rendering you static?

Is your heart—

you remembered to bring it, yes?

Is your heartbeat a barely detectable murmur or a drumline of thunder?

What are the lyrics to Your Song

or have you not yet written them in invisible ink upon Your Skin?

You willed yourself here

Look around

You are alone but for birdsong wind green leaves clay and stone

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Repeat

It means nothing

Inhale now stretch clench your jaw close your eyes

Howl until all breath is spent

Then step one foot in front of the other as though

you know Your Intention acknowledge it

as You Walk with confidence toward The Light

Time is fading and despite appearances The Journey is long

rife with tricksters detours delays poor signage distractions

Your purpose is not singular

Your path is not direct

and Life is positively short.

 

Empty Pages

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Fill up all the empty pages

can’t seem to say what I want to say

all those phrases empty spaces

between me and a better way

I draw close to pen and paper so word wary

no resonance no rhythm no meaning necessary

I can’t dance

I can’t sing

I can’t wrestle this night train down

I can’t keep this beat

up time in my mind

Listen to the distant howling

is that a watcher in the wood?

Raise a wave for the black bird flying high

It is impossible to reach there

but I’m still going to try

And bird rides straight on through blood red sky

Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.

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