I gazed into two normal mirrors
And watched as appeared my reflection.
With a tilt the image got weirder.
Millions of me in each direction.
The image infinitely regressed,
Forming ideas of every kind.
A science secret like a locked chest,
Unlocked by an inquiring mind.
What is worse? No love or only hate.
If Man continues, doomed is Fate.
Since Genesis, now Revelation,
All men shall perish in damnation.
***
With ten horns and seven crowns and heads,
Dragon waits for the Man Her womb sheds.
Great Michael waged a heavenly war,
Against the Dragon, so says the Lore.
***
Smited down by the Great Angel’s sword,
Hurled down from the sky was the Dark Lord,
Who blamed Mankind for his present case,
Vengeance for the woman he did chase.
***
The Beast of Earth and the Beast of Sea
Are destined to become, you’ll fear He.
Marks of Satan so the Book does tell,
Required for trade, Ticket to Hell.
***
Seven plagues for those who disobeyed.
Alas God’s final wrath is portrayed.
With dismay Earth received each plague sent.
Doom to those who refused to repent.
***
Plunging deep in the Lake of Sulfur,
Babylon mourned by Kings and Sailors,
Merchants do cry out for Her great crimes,
Angels advising of judgment times.
***
“Hallelujah,” spoke angels and people
For the Lamb be wed upon the steeple.
Those invited to the supper are blessed.
The power of love in them was best.
***
First Resurrected were followers,
Beheaded by testimonies, Sirs.
Second Death is the Lake of Fire,
For all who didn’t hold God dire.
***
Destroyed were the Heavens, Hell, and Earth,
To make way for the greatest rebirth.
New Jerusalem for eternity,
Where Men and God live in harmony.
Never give up when you fall off that horse.
Get right back on, and bring confidence of course.
When you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place,
Never bring your head down, keep running that race.
When you’re up a creek without a paddle,
Don’t give up, fight the river like cowboys do cattle.
Always keep trying and you’ll succeed,
Let your will grow, like a planted seed.
Once upon a year ago,
Terrible news struck my ears.
Time began to pain and slow.
Stabbed by words like pointy spears.
***
A dreadful misfortune struck.
A growth too much to handle.
All depending on pure luck.
Life dwindling, like a candle.
***
Now a year has timely passed.
I’ve learned new lessons that show
Pain and love can be amassed
By the friends who come and go.
Over a road and across a plain,
I ran in silence, except the rain.
I gathered wits at enemy lines.
Through a bush & through some vines.
***
I rolled across an open point of vision,
Up a trail, my skin gained a small incision.
Back through the cover of some brush,
Crawling forward, I told myself “Hush, hush, hush”.
***
On I moved until I felt a sensation.
A series of stings made from Nature’s Creation.
Hidden well with a fine disguise,
A mass of nettles caught me, but I gave no cries.
***
Continually biting, they burned my skin.
Made of steel, unlike their wooden kin.
Finally Nature’s Trap released me to pass,
Upon which, I moved out onto the cool grass
Forever
Lost in a Sea of Opportunity
Until
Changes in
Time allows for an
Ultimate recession
All
Things
Intense and lax but,
Not similar in
Girth.
Choices
However big or small,
Old or young,
Inversely shall pass through a
Cycle,
Even if
Sentimentality should hinder them.
I like to pretend that I’m upset to hide the fact that I don’t care.
I simulate fits of rage and bite people on the cheek to protest against
the dwindling state of the world. I cry wolf whenever I see a TV ad, and
wear aluminum foil on my head for protection.
They human gods who pursue to change people’s destinies
will not reach into my mind mess with their colorful, sellable verbose.
But I feel a tidal force crushing and rushing me at the bottom of this
increasingly aseptic world machine.
I cannot move with the flow,
the fickle crowd in a fleeting delirium seek easy lynches and moral short cuts
and then proceed to build new schools.
It is self preserving sanity not to care and long only for the ocean.
alas all
everyone ever
intends is
often overly
understated until
you yell
Waking up freezing
With full knowledge that later
Will be sizzling.
sweat
blood
cement
mud
coated with a day’s labor
building a deck for my Nanny
i know that my hands
are
clean
i shunned the pride they felt
when first seeing their name in print
the black and white word
bound by binding
seemed so trite
no different from electronic word
i was wrong.
i admit it.
the black and white word
so much more beautiful
i’m almost disgusted
the awesomeness
while not perfect
is perfection in essence
perfection in beauty
and perfection in binding
the black and white word
smells like glue from binding
a new book.
tear.
she’s beautiful.
i look good.
real good.
p.s. so do ya’ll
I love things that can be bought with change
gas station drinks being included within that range,
which though they may not taste right or be very good for you
there isn’t very much that you can do
because for something costing less than a dollar,
you’ll just about always drink it without making much of a holler.
I thought I wanted this;
I have been working toward this;
but now I stand on the cusp
of finally starting a “real” job,
and all I feel is ambivalence and fear
seeing the future stretching
indefintely out before me
into the obscured distance.
Mixed with the uncertainty
is excitement as to what might happen,
but along with the excitement
is the knowledge that
I may not like the future and that
the only constant is death.
And so from this cusp,
my only responce is paralysis,
in the contemplation of
the unknown preceding death.
Now her feet are green
From all the running around
Without wearing shoes
.
I’d wash those feet off
But won’t wipe away her smile
If I can help it.
life was simpler then
more innocent than most ladybugs
almost as cute
i bought cereal because the box was interesting
picked ice-cream for color, not flavor
chased girls but genuinely feared catching them
life was easier then
and nights were longer
ah. to be again
21
I.
he won’t agree
he may even complain
but we all know
the truth speaks
for itself.
II.
as our wives looked on
disapprovingly, we waged
battle in the only way
available to civilized man.
we can hold hands and try not to stumble
against the strong wind
we might hang onto electric poles
and dream a light beyond our lips and fingertips
but the sunset approaches, and
we cannot not last in the dark.
Daylight is all we have,
my jacket and your heart are full of holes
our coins can afford us a one way bus trip to
the flat city where the future calls.
my darling one, how many more shades of pain
must we wear before allowing ourselves to drift away
from one another and shrivel in secret?
a decade ago friend
departs leaving
my soul
heavy and sad
in the wake of this
parking space.
notes passed in class
of a non offensive nature
staring around waiting
hoping
i will see you again…
till then (!)
something, someone, tells me
hoping is not in vain
everyone gives up on
rejection. feelings of
lost
ones. but i
cannot give up on 100 pounds of puppy
kome home. soon. please. – you need a shower
Never a dull moment in my life
Shielding my eyes from dust storms
Watching the stock cars spin out
Hoping they won’t crash and burn.
Never a dull moment in my life
Off the highway we drove home
At least until we ran out of gasoline
And pushed our car all the way home
morning times filled with hope
like a balloon filled with water
made to be thrown
and popped
and ruin someone else’s day
lucky for me i throw
like a girl
I need another version of the “live life to the fullest” phrase ,
I need it now, a quick word injection thundering through my vein
and spiraling me away from right now where full isn’t what is cracked up to be,
and fullest is a sharply pricking thorn.
daily he
looks to the horizon
girds his knickers
runs through the night
often i
think of the future
gird my thoughts
stop dead in my tracks
daily he
awakens to find he’s run to far
cannot return to where he came
so
he girds his knickers
runs
often i
awaken to find i’ve gone nowhere
but cannot return to
who i was
i gird my knickers
up
(higher than i should)
sprint into oblivion
where i find
people call them pants.
Slow as Slo is to learn,
To have a mom is love he learns.
To be her son is his wish.
To feed from her and not his dish.
Slow as Slo is to learn,
Desire to know the world he yearns.
They both wish for attention.
Lovestrong air holding them in suspension.
there’s moments in music
when the drums tread increasingly upon the silence
(as if walking up stairs)
only to stop—suddenly—sensing your thoughts—
returning—wildly—crashing—
with the strings and the horns
desperately trying to hold the world together
by a single measure
and there’s moments in life
when your hair brushes my skin
(as a bird along the water’s surface)
only to stop—suddenly—sensing my thoughts—
and
continuing—gently—gliding—
so i can feel each strand reach
trying to hold us together
by a single moment.
quietly awaiting
– (a phrase which somehow always sounds poetic)
the money which will precede
my glorious fame
ousness
Restoring sunshine
Lays a golden rectangle
Through an open door.
Revealing the
Entrance and its
View I quickly
Entered a great
Land of sight and truth.
Allowed by a
Telling
Intuition,
Only revealed by my mind’s
Notion.
