Destiny Six

It is a year of six, I thought, staring from the edge of a dark highway up to an upside down moon.

Years of six have always been watershed years for me. These are years in which great and not so great decisions made in the previous five conspire together to form me into a new man with a new direction. I have never understood why this was so. I have just always accepted the inevitability of it, one of my few forms of faith, that in this year a destiny will be reached.

What is ahead, I wonder. Who will share with me, I reflect. What will change, I contemplate. Something will change and people will join me on the journey. I thank you now if it is you. I love my year of six. I love them for they are a manifest destiny on an unknown, uncharted journey.

And thank you for the past five years building to this year of six.

Dearth Evader

Confirmed absence

Is where I am

Checked out to check out

Who and what

The Do-Do doo doo

Will miss

This auld lang syne

Close is so far

Desires will ring

The newest of friends

The oldest of links

Crowds do abhor

The vacuous being

With acumen genesis

False starts the time

Again then again

Warmth has been found

Away and my home

Balance the balanced

Over then over

Germinate interest

Will grow from this seed

Foster and care

Veracity truths

And then dares

For want of the big life

I do

Aspershuns

Sir, come with us please sir

Huh, why

Sir, we don’t want to make trouble for you sir

I am sitting here, I am doing nothing

I demand to know why you want to remove me

Sir, we have been observing you for some time sir

You are doing precisely nothing sir

Your actions, rather your lack of actions

Are highly suspicious sir

You look uncomfortable sir

You look as if you do not fit in sir

You look agitated sir

Ah, so you have profiled me

We do not do profiling sir

And besides if we did you would not be a type we would profile sir

You are a white male

But you have profiled me gentlemen

And because I do not fit your version of normal

And because I am uncomfortable with these social situations

You have taken it upon yourselves to hassle me

Ergo you are profiling me

I do not fit your profile

We must ask you to leave sir

Fine

Emancipation

Woman I ran from you

Years ago

All your rage

The guise of your love

I sit here today

The man who took his freedom

On my terms

I never gave up on myself

You delivered to me

Over then over again

That stumbling loss of life

The boy doomed to failure

Because you willed it to be

And I never believed

Nor ever trusted you

Because only one can fail me

And now

I move on once again

Gravity

This state of being does not affect

My sense of station

Or satiation

Or need for satisfaction at all

To frustrate to this degree

Leaves one fully grounded

Pulled downwards to the earth

With this unbridled sense

All are walking over you

Oblivious to who you are

Or what you need

That is gravity I’m afraid

Suppressed and held

By a spin

And certainly the situation

One is found in

One can be so profoundly

Smitten that the impact

With the ground ceases to matter now

A break from the bonds

A float into the aura

To break the gravity of this condition

To express the art of humanity

On humane and essential mutual knowledge

Respect for you, respect from you

What more do we need then

But to satiate this thirst

Companions upon this quest

Different convergence

Respected divergence

Transgressions of this mind, soul, and body

Are simply realities enacted

To impact upon each other

This siren need of all

Laundry Encounter

I’ve seen you she said

An attempt at civility while crammed into the washer closet

And I you

My simple and civil reply

They really do not make these rooms for two

Do they she says

It really depends on which two, to, or too you refer

Numerically it is tight

To do, say laundry, then it is appropriate

Too also, say do laundry, then that too is also appropriate

Funny man

Does my laundry embarrass you?

No, of course not

I have in fact handled your garments before

While making room to do my own

Allow me to make an observation though

Your frilly under things

Really you should hang those to dry

Running them through the dryer will render them frayed

It is no matter she says

The only people to see them are me

Sadly

Well, and you, my laundry mate

You are the only man to touch my frilly things

As you call them

A funny term sir

A term to intimate the intimate

In a way to also (as in too) quell any embarrassments

I or you, as in we two, may suffer

Sir I will trust you to handle my frilly things

With the utmost decorum as a gentleman, no cur

Your trust is well founded

And now my work is done,

Good day madam

Good day sir

Suppressive

Can we just feel

What used to be there

And fall into it

Again and again

Feeling over

What remains to be there

Craves to be heard

We pushed to our core

Two minds all sensible

Placing that which is logical

Above all feeling

A shame really

O & Xmas

I 

love you

Simple as that

No obligation, no fanfare

Today, above all, it is you I think of

Living so full of gifts, celebrating our lives

Intertwined and so far, apart the sadness grows fonder

Yet my heart is here grateful for you

My love for 

My loves

Scent You Us

Oh my,

Oh my, oh my, oh my

It certainly feels right and real

His arm gently across her

Possessive and close

Only them

Swaying to the art

Back then forth

The children occupied

A couple momentary

Alone together

Nuzzling in her hair

Sensing their scent

Their mind turning to…

Oh my,

Oh my, oh my, oh my

The body interested

It sends forth the signs

Only they can perceive

Two too interested

In and out of the moment

They mingle of themselves

In memory, their memory

Come together in scent

Remembered together

Our sense.

Downhill

Wheeee!

Here we are

Five bums on a big comfy couch

Of a slide

The long undulating slope before us

Filled with excitement

Filled with opportunity

Trees, no problem.

We can navigate around them

Shrubs, we will doze over

And we’re off

Overweight

Over-imbibed

Ready for bear

Hard right around the spruce grove

Picking up speed

Collapsing through the banks

Sprays of frozen flakes pour over

And over

Filling faces peals of laughter

Through the shrubs

Propelled pioneers

Forging new paths

First one path, then two

And finally a third

The last exacting its revenge

Slicing a gash through the cushion

Our big comfy couch of a slide

Deflating as we pick up speed

Now a carpet of five joined souls

Over a snow hump

Airborne to the edge of the ditch

Through, landed, and dumped

Unceremoniously upon the road

We scramble apart

As the country pick-up

Rolls over

Deflating the last of our steed

Laughing, crying, big children

Stuck in a ditch

Warmth in friendship

Love in our fellows

dintensions

He is a cranky old bugger

This time of the year

Especially as he finds his way

His own self-seeking fashion

Contrary to so many

Complimentary to his manner

A necessity of means

Will yield the best mode

Time the crucial median

To find the center ground

“Do the work and show it”

So says his teacher

“An answer is not an answer

Until the work is done

There are no short cuts

Dear life pupil

You are as yet a novice

Responders will hurt

Supporters will respond           

And hence the journey reached

We all will celebrate”

Sorry, but I must study

Cause I really must excel

The future of this very world

Depends on me to do extremely well

So leave it be

To leave me be

To be the best of me

I will arrive you know

Exactly precisely intentionally

As God intends me to be

 

A Defining Moment of Relations

An expression of, of,

of what exactly?

Will there be respect?

Of course.

Will there be love?

Unconventionally.

Will we eat together?

I can manage that.

Often?

As often as insanity will delight.

What of our friends?

They are precisely that.

Will people think less of us?

Only the conventional.

The others will find

This grand experiment fascinating.

Will my needs be met?

Only you can answer that.

Why all this space?

Necessity of sanity I fear.

For both sides my dear.

Decisions of choice are yours.

I remain as always.

Faithfully your friend,

Lovingly your lover,

Singularly on my own.

Remote, distant,

And altogether.

Yours truly…

My Scarf

From across the ages

She has wrapped herself

Autumn to Spring

Around my neck

Keeping me warm

In the memory of her affection

And now another

She comes forth

To wrap in renewed tenderness

Prepared with hands

Caring and thoughtful

Granting me new memory

Renewed thanks

Of that never ending

Rime kissed hug

Poetry

Sounds like poetry really…

I am feeling the warmth myself

And really liking it

Silent movements

Sighs of pleasure

The tightness as we, experience

The release with you

A sudden weakness and shudder

As our energies join

From me to you to me to you

…Feels like poetry actually!

 Love is not for me...

                            ...love is for those people who are fortunate to be...

                                                                                                      ...able to be in love

Eruditriculous

I love the sorrow that is your face

You look like them my beautiful friend

All those lost and finding

The reality and the beauty within

Knowing people will soon join

Without judging

Their words and their world

Giving of themselves

New senses

New sexes

Realities of singularities

Peculiarities of sensibilities

All knowing is the understanding

Neuralmatic is typical

Syndromatic atypical

Hypersenstemic untypical

We learn of each other

And switch those toggles to meet mutual need

A meeting of these minds

These beautiful unique and wonderful minds

Sharing each other of each other

Harmonious understanding in singular utopias

Erudite we are of ourselves

Imagine we knowledgeable of each other

Would we war or would we love?

Recoup

That man, he is long gone

And I am all that is left

But you know something

I’m free now

The burdens

These issues

The salvage attempts

To raise the rusty old hulk

All have been abandoned

All that is left

Is the shell from which

Renewal will take hold.

1984 Redoubt

Smile for the camera

It sees all

The prophecy privacy humanity humility

We guess at what you may intend to do

We see-ee you!!!

Right there what is that…

That, right there, a big shiny moon?

What moron would moonshine my lens?

We all just might really

This impudent impertinent attempt at impotence

Of what?

Expression?

I may not be able to do this much longer

They are watching me, I’m certain of it.

And when they come

We will all have a great big laugh

As we sort through the album

Of these feeble attempts

To artfully dodge the reality unlawfully

But with meaning once again

…and repeat!

Neglect Economics

Abandon all hope all yea who enter here

My God what a powerful statement

Touching to the soul

That essence of this being

The greatest of guilts is to abandon

Without apparent regard

It is not depression, as some would have you believe

It is not melancholy, nor despair

Dejection, nor hopelessness

It is the hapless momentary monetary recession of the soul

Dragging to find its depth

So as to build to a new height

And in the effort to build this new economy

Will be those who cannot subscribe

Or who will be unsubscribed

The hurt and the abandoned

Whether purposefully, accidentally or by their own choice

Facts:

Don’t know what is wanted

Don’t know who will be

Want something better

Yet am confident to get there

With or without, us

The answer lies here, in this great empty cavity

corps

gaze down upon me

have I ever been born

again and again

gaze down

lifeless though I am

I breath life so I am

we are the lifeless

so it is told

the troops so extraordinary

and appearance so ordinary

fade to black

fade to the back

have I ever been born

can you see

when you gaze down upon me

look into the eyes

they look into yours

soulless is so full

get it

compensate

this patience compensatory

on societal norms

of rules discriminatory

to the being of my brethren

we are not the dead

you can see me can’t you

you can feel me can’t you

it is all in here

gazing out and into you

knowing knowledge without truly knowing

we gaze upon you

in envy and life’s wonder

gaze down upon me back

would I ever have been borne

She

She holds within the very source

Life elixir

The secrets to create

Gifts of humanity

The wondrous beauty of it all

She holds my heart

Entwined to hers

The source of life

Revealed in thought expression

Felt with thee

Worshiped by me

For the being

She

I'll be Damned if I Am Going Camping

Thank God art does not need to be based on a populist marketing strategy that could be appreciated in the same superficial consumerist manner that we all pride ourselves in…

Or do we

Are we happy and fulfilled?

This ladies and gentlemen and girls and boys and politicos and protesters, this is the season, as anytime is the season.  You can take pride in being the consumerists.  Or…

WE!

Can take pride and support art and homeless and homeless art and charity and food banks and we can make art and we can give time to our families and our friends and we can make new friends and be part of humanity and not spend money wastefully supporting the richer but be supporting a smaller sustainable quality level economy of people who work together to make a better world locally which will make a better world globally and serve our environment practically.

One does not need to camp to be a protester.  That is just lazy platitude.  One needs only to SPEAK WITH their (YOUR) CONTRIBUTION to society.

Whaaaat?

Take More...

                  ...Give Less

Really?

On balance I guess this is what we often do

But on balance this is not on scale

It tips to one end

And will end badly

These words live vicariously

Through the statements of others

Triggers of thought

Synapse of feeling

Bubbling to the surface

Scraping along the bottom

Soaring the believer to new heights

Give amore...

                   ...Need less.

Truly

Do