She put on her face of straight-laced unrapture
to playcate the everyday odd

But she knew in her heart she was a radiant part
of the bleeding out nectar of God ~°

Somehow in someway on some beautiful day
When the sun’s shining down through the clouds
And the wind whispers still from the top of the hill
And you peer on the vast moving crowds

There at the center, standing in place
Will be a lone staring familiar face

And I hope you don’t mind if I cry
Cause I’ve missed you through all of these years
And if this should be our goodbye
I pray you can let go the tears

And drip in the spill from the tip of the hill
And look on me then as I look on you still
My brother, my sister, my lover, my friend
Remember forever~ This isn’t the end.

Drip drop drip
Terrarium heat
Baking nefarious precarious treats

One eats it daringly
Staring the tip
Of all their icy notions melting
Drip drop drip

Unburdened the guise of physical eyes
lies a the kernal of actual seeing.

You know, it’s a funny thing.
You learn, you earn your turn, you sing
And just before you burn, you bring
Yourself to fling
The tragic thing you fold away
So magic can take hold

And all the paper scraps you follow
Scripted with your drifted sorrow
Come out from their holding hollow:
One last read, and then tomorrow
A day starts uprooted, lifted
Nothing borrowed ~

A life unscripted

I smoke a toke and become a different bloke that’s chokin
Broke in the open trope of never known n tokin
Floatin the streams of never beens
and ever-seepin grievers
Street-level open-shovel diggin up the reapers

Look at the mangled roots
Look at their stretch
Look upon the tangled poet
showin all he’s etched

Seep into the reaping true to fleeting all the gangles
Always reaching to uphold the scolding credo tangles

This is how a marionette is draped upon the stage
Of all the world in acting’s Globe
in every given age

Meditate to medicate
Smoke a little hush
Pierce your vains with observation
Chase a higher rush

The desert rose
another sun
of ocean blues
and all the stunning vista sprays
growth upon the seed of days.

I guess that I’m back at the start

She broke my heart
Opened me up
Tore me apart
Poisoned my cup
Oh, what an art

We met in the middle
And little by little
We’re found at the ends
No matter the fact that we started as friends
Something still tore us apart

I guess that we’re back at the start

What a curious and complex puzzlebox…
However to cleverly sever the locks?Unriddle the middle of meddling muddles
Break free of the caking of coddling cuddles
Unpity in pious implosions unpacking
The deeper down presence and essence that’s lacking

Focus the hocussing pocussing mind
On doorways and storings and soarings to find
Clear out the fear-ridden, stress-laden stations
That block out the body from chockful vibrations

Deduct the distractions
Adding the actions
That equal equanimous soul satisfactionsLessen impactions of the world at its worst
By building the best parts inside of you first ~

The magic, the mystery, the profundance of history
Of humans unlocking the riddles of misery
To pass through the bastion of Man’s mystic source
Slowly unblocking the infinite force
That’s outside the boxes, but found in the cores

A poet
A know-it-all
A throw it all away
For the chance of a dance in the falling array of a meteor sky
That paints all the world in a phosphorous high
Of burning the charcoals of human becames
To light in the fires of meteor rains

Autumn comes early here…
With birch transcending their naive roles
to states of golden brevity
Some tip-tinged with the fiery notions
of passionate blaze

And others will look on
Green as envy
For they’ll never know the wild surges
of beauty and clarity their glowing neighbours behold

That flash of brilliance that can capture a mind
Turning all around to see

Then wisp on tomorrow’s away…

And leave it bare
So bare

Empty in the shatterfold of winter

While lush neighbours
Green as pride
Look on swelling
at the rustic bones nearby
still reaching

Oh how quick a man can turn
His back upon the land he burned
And act as though he weren’t to blame

Then pin the world for all his pain

What a strange place to start~

Totter balanced tip-toe wobbling
the straight pillar plunged skyward
Sword lunged heartfirst
ventricle spilling

Ready willing & able
to straddle this taut cable battle
Wind face swaying thousand foot daydrop splatter
down below–

Hello hello
Old eagle, my friend~

What a strange place to end.

All that was lossed
Gone with the winned

Every day swept
under the rugged unspinned

Swallowed up hole
Followed in tow
by tomorrow’s parole
of the locked away soul
of yesterday’s dimmed

Drawn in the dawn
of the gone with the winned

Take that buzz of lustful creation
and send it upward–^

Tap the spinal sap in rise divining

Spin high to the third eye diamond shining

Inebriate the cerebral vortex lining

Flood right through the medula oblangotta spout providing

Gush upon the lushful rush of flushing tides insiding

And use that lust to bust the crust
of creative gusts in hiding

Oh Jellyfish! Jellyfish!
Why’s life so smelly?

Cause you don’t give a shit
You god damn asshole