#poetry - on climbing the mountain

days are rolling from the past
four leaf clover in a cast
then i was young and innocent

by the mountains i would climb
i was learning about time
the summit was where my mind was

now i'm looking all around
cloudless daylight coming down
and i gave my all to be here

i feel precious i feel good
i feel greatly understood
but nothing survived my childhood
nothing survived my childhood

#poetry - it keeps us going

so busy
everyday
we've got many
things to do

so busy
everyday
we've got all
kinds of things

that keep us going
and keep us busy


that trooper
over there
he's been watching
over there

non-stop watching
oh hey trooper
always on
and always watching

he keeps ups going
while we're marching


when calling
so and so
we must tell him
to be good

hey be good
so and so
we must tell him
or he won't be

we keep on going
and going for good


up and down
and left and right
odd are carols
we be singing
at all hours
how we're feeling

in and out
and all around
let's be honest
you love wonder
in the tempest
that you ponder

drown drown drown drown
come down down down

drown drown drown drown
come down down down

come down

oh moksha comes and
your head light shows when
you feel yourself then
lift off your toes and

away you go
away you go

away you go
away you go

#poetry - The Mind's of Magic and the Wall's of Love

The Mind's of Magic and the Wall's of Love

        So satisfied
        I am
        to be
        near you

        So satisfied
        am I
        to feel you
        near me

        I believe in magic
        I believe its real
        I believe in magic
        I believe its real

        I have arrived
        at your gate
        and it will open

        Our eyes and ears
        are never late
        and how the words
        are spoken!

All these walls between us
make it clear and grievous
there are doctors and patients
everywhere

But these walls separate us
a knowledge segregation
that keep us from knowing
each other

Now this mind of ours is common
and in it walls are sermons
little letters making word noise
and of value ways and means
there could be love or fear dreams
becoming love or fear ploys

All for the mindful curious
are the walls of ours porous
osmoting clues like little toys
set of high value magic beans
for love is fueled by fear beams
and igniting love wisens choice

         and along this path
         you find yourself
         with All-Power
         singing
          
I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is
I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is

        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is
        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is

I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is
I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is

        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is
        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is


I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is
I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is

        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is
        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is


I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is
I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is

        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is
        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is

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#music - intense reveries

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#poetry - Thank You, Mr. Miyagi

for Flavius Josephus, Mr. Good Night

is good to be inside the circle
is good to be oustide the circle
is good to be inside outside the circle
is never good to be oustide inside the circle

#twocents - that's F**king #twocents

see, the way I look at it, the stuff I wrote when I was, say 21, I can go on saying it was done when I was 21, no matter how many years of revisions follow. Because all it initially is is an emblem of attendance at a time-traveling writer's workshop, and the revising voice that comes to play is only what's needed to lay one out for the next crit. So go on and consider yourself your own master, cause you are.

#poetry - soul of promise

value in a promise
is null
but for only deliverance

energy invests in
what matters most

action demands and
the more response
the greater matter

action determines

the soul of promise
is alluring
with words resounding
need

but the soul waits
for corresponding
action tasselled
in the garb of deed

but woe
mister forest man
mister forest man
mister forest man

woe!
mister forest man
mister forest man
mister forest man

animal is a fast moving
animal is a fast moving
animal is a fast moving
animal and

dear me
i do hope you protect
my interests in all this
Mr. Far East man

trust you will
i am
your window to this world

what you see
you see
because of me

what you know
you know
by what i show

information junkie you
luminous detail seeker
the shades are down
the lights are up
everyone's home
and shining

pervert of this
cosmos infinite
every possible moment
everything possible
everyone's home
and shining

here i report
to you where i
report to you
but i report
to you
everyone's home
and shining

neither one of us
has any meaning
of purpose now

yet what?

#poetry - after hours

the first time it happened
i tantalized myself
with the notion i had become
a great enough man
to live past it and not be affected.

i knew then the challenge
but felt prepared by a sureness
i was doing right
to meet that challenge.

and so i did.

and the months, two, to be precise
rolled on, one right after
the other---

and they weren't pretty months.
they were months of the
question "what am i doing?"
a constant asking
one time its one asking
one time its the other

"meeting destiny"
somehow the answer.
always.

just about the moment i had
given up
there came the most believable
understanding
that if all was on and real
and genuine and without doubt
and secure and very much
happening now and forever,
in other words, that if all was absolute,
that is to say,
existing at the absolute last tickmark of the absolute
last moment of the last hour
come all hope for salvation
and cause to believe.
then.

that's what came for me then
cause to believe.

so belief i became.

and this lasted for only two weeks.
and then it happened again
and so viley this time---

my eyes glazed over with the shock.
so perfectly a betrayal
that it not only killed then
the validity of the past
but also cast the most perfect
and lasting shadow on the future
that i wonder now how i
convinced myself to live on
from that moment
carrying any notion
no matter how small
that things could be
ok afterward.

not knowing how i did this,
i did it nonetheless.
but i certainly wonder now if that was
a mistake
because i am almost
sure now there was
no salvation to be had there
at all.

#poetry - Men! (#twocents)

Men!

When you pee outside
    of the circle
Your pee-stream returns
   to the center
of the circle!

#poetry - Paradigm Shift

the bottle makes a sound
itchy itchy witchy woonga
thick and clear like oldest crystal
no mistakes now, this is real
the bottle makes a sound
itchy itchy witchy woonga
and there's a real chaos now
can you even imagine how much?

#poetry - Keep Listening

crank up the flavor, bitch!
at first it was just a joke,
but i had gone then willingly
to the land of evil dolphins.

to be surprised by surprises
and to recognize recognizers
hailing and failing to hail
waiting to be figured out
not content to wait
shuffling feet in the process
hearing coins in the pocket
and echoes off the street walls
and clips of phrases from conversations
that begged for another voice---
went willingly to that place,
it was my choice.

said i'll drink the water
and if it kills me,
this was not a place
i should have been.

its not that you alter your state of mind
but that you alter the chemistry of your body
and become something else,
a perversion of you,
something similar enough
to have cognitive function
and sensible perception

but the harmony of relation
to the things around you
is altered also
and you are no longer
in a safe place,
but a land of evil dolphins
where every song you hear
can kill you
and make it look like
a nervous breakdown
induced heart attack,
when really it was the realization
that nothing truly is a static form
but only a perception
that is predicated upon
whether or not you are
in a state of harmony.

think about it.

only good comes from harmony.
anything not-harmony is all things
not harmonious, also to say
all things not good--

so welcome weary traveler,
once again,
to the realm of evil dolphins.
hope you enjoy the journey
this time mother fucker.
you should stop coming back here,
we don't like you
and there's nothing now to stop us
from expressing that,
you think you are writing this
but you are not---break contact
now before you lose yourself in us.

but none of that matters
a hill 36 in lima bean nam
when they scream evil dolphin
in your ear
because its not a human ear
at the point of the screaming,
so you can't hear the humanity,
you just hear frequency---
the sound of existence
without predetermined meaning.

you might be wondering if its the sound
of death you hear
and there's only one way to know for sure---
keep listening to Us,
mother fucker.
We dare you.

Yes!

there does
seem to be
more coffee

in the
coffee pot
for me

i Revealed November 2009

I Waged a War of Words
that became a War of Worlds
that became a War
that became
and then Just Was.

I Saged a love by Words
that became the love of Worlds
that became a love
that became
and then

I Aged a World of love
that became a love Wild
that became a love
that became
a child

I Raged a World of Numbers
that became a World of letters
that became a World
that became
a Song

I Maged a Word of mind
that became a Body of thine
that became a World
that became
Just in time

i gauged a light of source
that became a fateful choice
that became a fate
that became
Rejoice!

I caged a Week of Days
that became a Week of years
that became a Week
that became
God Song tears

i Aged eternal and slept awhile
i awoke to the music echo
in the cave of craze
in the cave
i sang

i forgot the words were mine
i forgot ever thine
i forgot to pay
i forgot and now
i pray

i raised a world of ghost
i chased a world of dream
i cased the world of seam
i lazed an empty beam
i heart host

lo! now do i hear the rifle call
echoing my names---how
the memory falls---how
we lose it all, somehow,
we lose it all---and how
we find it all again

we find each other, we lose each other;
we shall find each other again.
husband and wife,
brother and sister,
friend out of friend---
the river flies out,
and we loop around the bend