“I have had ALL the bugs. Whachoo know ‘bout bugs ? – i’ve spent my life runnin away from creepers. strange aviator glasses . Mosquitoes, fleas, flies, ticks, lice, bed bugs. mildew, mold – stasis. decay . All manner of effluvia. a bit of butter in the buttermilk .”
science
of entropy & light
forces of entropy
pull me, such gravity
i wish not to yield but
powerless stand
a form of Earth filled with Sea
Wind which does flow, I breathe
electric the symphony
synapses
slow, quick, fractious
‘ all that Is Now & forever shall be
spins in this centrifuge, come
Earth Has Latitude
We are all One, being Sun, Stars & Space
we are the Matter, Material
Making
tis not about One,
Create Love for the Taking
all aura & dendrites
if that doesn’t sound right
vibrate then Higher, find
more lively planes
forces of entropy
will not let loose of you
this is the truth of you,
through Rise, Arch & Altitude
Motion, the Summa Cum Laude of All
rise when you stumble
calm when life crumbles
breaking apart ’round your feet
we rise from the wrecking ball
“”Look Mom!””
not hurt at all
tired, yes surely
and being sucked in
Entropy’s neither foe nor a friend :
tis fact of the science of all of our matter
The Earth Spinning ‘Round
speaks both birth & decay
I vow me to vibrant be
out-last this form of fight
on the ropes
once or twice
down for some count
cosmic
pugilist mat
Let Me Bounce Back
I’m fighting the Good Fight
to stay animated
and knowing the chaos
tis me I’m sedating : I cannot the world calm
nor e’r stop this Ride
Oh Heart Keep On Beating
Wake me up in the Light
rituals of wellness
There is much wisdom
in the ways of that which Grows
but does not Speak;
which does not
seek shelter but provides it.
Deep roots and
Seasons of dormancy,
survival through spans
of both drought & abundance
Vital to my soul, routines of wellness.
To honor each day the elements is a most basic
and fundamental acknowledgement of my
place, my spirit & my sources of spiritual strength.
other humans ‘want’ & ‘need’;
many would
create static in our flow,
with interruption, distraction & demands
We Can Not from Nature
be separated
yet we are often
diverted from our healthiest Being
by the sheer volume
the flash & flicker which pulls our eager eyes….
Maintaining a spiritual focus in these times requires more than
just a desire to do so; one must make of such focus a priority
….
into the span of shadow
waking, ah…a rising to the surface
& an irritant, methinks the purpose is…
one known and known again ;
a ragged stuttering of pen
and ink on paper, a poem incomplete
on and on I venture,
this me who seeks to speak
Night then, self to carry, weary – wrangled woe
into the span of shadow
behind the Earth’s back, tucked in close
Sunlight cannot reach me :
oh, so much the Night can teach me
It quiets chatter from all ‘sellers’ and the
screens, my gods they lie
even mirrors queer the visage : bound to
psychologic missives
How to Look & How to Dress
eroding self esteem
without all doubts
mirrors, magazines & screens
None mean a single thing, they don’t equate
they are never in my dreams
and rightly so : there is no contemplation
of reflections where I go.
bring me Night, with fingers touch
in shadow I am quite enough
None into Dream can Follow
Nightsong Sigh, a soul unspooling
neither vain nor hollow
escape the pain of the form in which
i needs dwell : listen, shhh… She Calls
ah, the Night knows me so well.
we meet as in ritual, twilight Her Venue
baptism in darkness, thus
Life can Continue
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touch the sky
swirl of wind and rain, begin
the pattern here does never end
eternal hand biology
symphony so vast,
yet individually, we
need each other,
linked, the Spell to Cast
fabric of forever, ever woven, weaving still
we are instinct and free will
what laws adhering, we?
physics and biology
outside of space and time,
our soul
can fly
i seek to understand
and in understanding, touch the sky
a universe there in your brain
would you, could you will you fly?
your spirit indeed
shall arise
your matter drawn final someday to the
bosom of Earth
how far you continue
is unending : molecular, vast
happily sending
soul of us launched
in the great aethersphere
we imagine ; such is our mind,
this flight as with wings
fundamental as birds
kites, flags, clouds & lightning
you shall join them
t’will be o’rwhelming
but fright
i believe will have left me by then
my body not needing upon to depend
i know science says
this is so
great vast fine
energies surround us now : fluctuant,
not knowing
time
rising and falling as Sea known in Storm
and gentle Tide Pools Luminescent
what all will be present?
who can say?
but oh, I can feel it
shall be mine someday –
vast even now, in pheromone and
vein
the lightning
a universe there in your brain
different, different and oh, not the same
the frightened may end up in
paralyzed sight
but as Octopi I shall through
atmosphere glide
opaque yet translucent
;
this my soul conclusion
i rise even now in my dreams
darklings will know
what i mean
Vernal Equinox I
for me to see again the bees.
a mighty aphrodisiac
for winter has my knickers thick
and I’m me for some
skinny dip
BEE ware the Ides of March ?
Why, look and See – the Kites fly high
blustering – the trees begin
their budding
there is much energy
below our feet, feel it
rising
coming coming
all to the tune of Circadia
and the Brilliance of our Star
tis just the way we Warm, aye it is just the way
we
are
on a spinning ride
Sun as Hydrogen aflame
and Earth as Iron
molten core contained
fringed with creatures
flowing blood
filled with Iron
tendrils of cause
surrounded thus by Sea as womb
which thus gave birth all life
attuned
twenty five thousand miles
each day
Earth carries All
She Spins this way,
circumference
bringing, never varied
all that stands, from Day to Day.
you are never ever still
Our span of dark is blessed
filled with overt will
all the sanity compressed
do not listen to the crowd
for they are lost
and how vast this loss expressed
they know not life in gen’rous terms
see not the vast abstraction
egocentric
they, ballistic
ignoring science and mystics
travelers who truly see
we’re spinning to infinity
no central figure then
am I
current – electric
on a spinning ride
do thus as is fit and seek to be
of benefit to all near me
you rise and fall – intensities
recalling thus
there’s
only Us and all entire
spinning twixt
two balls of fire
Time is an illusion
perhaps then so are we
I do not doubt
num’rous conclusions
I would set my own soul free
shed this matter, willingly
rise to join the middle air and thus be
comforted, aware
but never bleed
i have done enough of that, it does
seem to me
wash my skin
and tho I know the Struggle,
i have not met the War
the enemy seems me .
bound in skin with senses weak
defining human frailty
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atrocities committed barb’d the wire
far forlorn
capacities would cower
rend their skin and be thus torn
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I shall live here as I’ve learned to, dwell within this form
mad as a hatter, a March hare. mad,
quite mad
with a mind quite rare
capable and evolving still
seeking kindred thinkers, somewhere, way out there
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proprioception and inner connection
far flung the fulcrum to swing,
swing away
let no urge be remiss
for in my heart i am a part
of all that which does live
a gift, this abstract thought
do you understand ?
the quantum physics of my universe
do My Will command
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– in your evanescence
a Higg’s Field you become :
connected in connectome
expand by definition
lambent flow needs nowhere go
decries its own volition
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– advise the heart on matters sharp
regardless of the pain
no war time crimes committing
wash my skin
as gentle rain
four fingers two thumbs 