February 04, 2012

Bungling Buddha Bums


They laugh and prod these two lazy bums
Working (yeah right) in their respective worlds
The winter sun unusually hot
Visions of frosts blocked by pane
Wandering their homes
From meditative to contemplative to vegetative
And over again
Our monks doth doff of their cloth
Naked masters over their world
Privacies shared through reflective prayer
Sun worships, moon celebrants
Curled cats from room to room
And across the wires
I know what you are wearing
And good on you for your proud bearing

February 02, 2012

Dose of Real


What up?
It certainly isn’t down
Believe it
From riches to rags
I am suddenly richer
Exhilarating freedom
From the yoke
And some time joke
A promise of better things
Guarantees no one will lose work
But my work it is not lost
Save only to the one who didn’t wish it
My beliefs they are so very sound
Command and control will fall
To the arms and the minds and the hearts
Of those who will own it
And they will own it
Because the others
They do not deserve us
And I will reveal
And I will revel
As I paint this town red
And look at each direction
And marvel at oysters
And send blessing and thanks
To the people I love
And the people who do love me
And the people who will love me
We change no change to change
Really

January 31, 2012

sad lad




so far away
feeling



            nothing

where does it all go?
it hurts doesn’t it?

doesn’t            
it hurt me

no

yet the absence is real
i miss

                        you!

                        i do

i miss

                        us

                        i will

Looking Passed

She sits in her chair
Wheeled to this spot to wait
Enforced patience
Patient or not
Her alabaster skin is beautiful
Pale and translucent
This tall woman needs no make-up
Her shoulder length blond hair
Beautifully brushed long and straight
Her rigid body strapped to her chair
Slightly angled pillows wedged beneath her side
Bright purple and red
In contrast to her simple brown coat
Her mouth held open
A forever scream state
Tongue moving to hold her dignity
No sound to ever return to this world again
There is a twinkle in her eye
A celebration of the activity around her
The children playing near her feet
The exhausted happy look of a new mother
A new father, and a new life
The sadness of the bereaved
Loss real, love swelled
And a husband returns
He kisses her fully and passionately
She is still his, he is still hers
The love in their eyes
Only for each other
Crossing all barriers, all challenges
They will endure
To the last
As life is passed

January 29, 2012

Nein One-One


Please state the nature of your emergency
Oh the commentary I could fill your head with
Of the people who have done so much wrong
And perhaps the retaliation as lame as it is
Ignorance by ignoring would be my mark in life then
Wouldn’t it?
So dear operator it would seem I have lost track of my heart
In fact I am not certain I have ever had one
Is this a point of concern or the simple facts ma’am
I am a one I am says I, a narcissistic fool of life
Knowledge of my place in this world has become quite clear of late
And frankly it is criminal.
To provide such observational understanding of the human condition
To see the math and the science and the logic of typical life
And then deny the constance of relational connection
Well that is just wrong.
And what of physical connection, isn’t that a Maslow conspiracy
As a member of this species I require such connection
And am deserving of such attention as I should like to also give
Yet cannot or could not because I am not a connecting human
Well not connecting in the manner desired of the body of the genus
What is the nature of my emergency?
I am a one wanting a one who will remain with this being
Aware of the who and the what and I am not always a where
But there is good stuff in here
Clay to be molded
And while rigid I am malleable
For the right person
No emergency but an urgency to fulfill my human destiny
I hope