Saturday, January 19, 2019

peaking over Saturn's wall

peaking over Saturn's wall
Do we? Live like undead slaves?
Do we only move as directed, never dance freely in a whirling wind;
never touch finger to foreign finger for a thrill of acceptance?
Never savor music within assimilated from exhausted nights
swirled into revelation?
Such solemn vibration lingering warm and sweet.
Reach into balance within limits of room, laws of motion, draw of elation.
Nothing is sacred; all is permitted; the going is ridiculous?
Which of the plagues, weapons, increments of Earth destruction, cataclysmic storms,
nuclear heck, submission to fantasy starving for money, or even more fantastic
lapse of sanity will we choose?
Do we go through changes in values, ideas, aging, reremembering?
People enmeshed in self-destruction, species-destruction, world destruction: whoopee! We’re all gonna die, and ain’t it grand!
We made this mess and refuse responsibility.  
People who believe in the plan of their god ought to realize that all this mass migration among humanity just now is about homogenizing us,
making us neighbors in a community of every kind of human being to end these false divisions. 
In a time of potential self-genocide we need to get together to save our species
 -- this is the Judgment some religious have been preaching and awaiting.
sexism, racism, colorism, ageism, ableism, classism, casteism, 
any ism that teaches us fellow humans are our superiors or inferiors, are essentially the same ism
– that abstraction that tells us we can order living beings into static categories the better to lash out
with shame/blame/rage/violence rather than look to our own living beingness and tell our most wonderful stories.
Imaginal sketches
of people (places, things)
who inspire remembrance
Give the people what they want
at a cost they can really afford
get rich without becoming evil.
Everyone sucks
but not all the time
and some much more than most
so we each need to decide
what level of suckage we accept
from ourselves
and each other.
Don’t miss this chance to let them know
“I love you” when you can.
Even when the words won’t pass your breath,
jump to hug, gently caress a’smile.
If the worst, they back aghast,
at least in the end you know
they mattered.

Sunday, December 16, 2018



Human institutions like democracy (or monarchy, dictatorship, divine authority),
the marketplace, marriage, and other theories for social harmony, are not
predicated on true values of essential Man.

Even capitalism, lauded as being based on human greed, misses Man’s willful gullibility,
indecent meanness, finding fun in kicking the bleeding cripple further down.
Man, who prefers pleasure to duty, self-absorption to practicality, finding a loophole to
finding a better solution – we must realize people will never become purely virtuous
to fit some expectation.

We need to devise social institutions that fully accept and start from true human
values yet keep us from killing all that lives in our race to species suicide.


Saturday, December 15, 2018


Could Persephone (Aidan) write for me those journey stories?
Just past her 40th birthday
(and Johanna’s 42nd)
All signs point toward a deeper ambition – time
to learn my trade, move beyond ease of
imagination, discipline to create a voice that will be heard.

Creature of philosophy writ large – ever searching
within for all of eternity integral hologram
mapped on my mind.

Government, as any human enterprise,
reflects our true values – merely a structural
idea of how we decide to live among us.

Denial of responsibility to life, to our world
that gives us existence --
what kind of sacred husbandry or even
self-survival are we honoring?

It’s not even white men – just another scapegoat,
you know all those homeless ptsd harassed
ghost-skinned males.  Our human enemy (that
which makes the scapegoat so harmfully persuasive)
is our market-based policy: 
divide and conquer to win.

This very moment
muddled words of imagery vie for mind, memory,
clarity of vision
but is that poetry?


Friday, December 7, 2018


Is there a word for
the beauty of well-wrought pain?
I'd rather wander a beautiful field under magnificent stars hearing soft strains of magical music, wondering
No lives matter.
After climapocalypse
waters rise, levies break,
outside humanity’s zone of comfort, bearability.
Note our coalmine canaries,
so many suicides,
leap to desire to sleep forever.
Why not coalesce into intelligent survivors?
Where is our memetic uniting
against the common enemy
we must accept is us?
Breast-beating hominid --
better dead than allowing
truth’s challenge to power.
Learn to dismiss this misshapen world,
caught up in your beautiful vision,
entangled in grace.
year of ice and fire ...


Friday, November 23, 2018

Endothermic Ideas

Endothermic Ideas

Strangely, people tend to re-act more favorably
to being included in a greater good
than to insults or vilification.

Don’t organize around “identity,”
but around issues.

All people suck
But not all the time.
We each have our occasions
-- some more than others --
or, like bipolar mood swings.

Of course we like feeling superior.
We know! – so much fun.
And it can’t be smug
when we are right.

When everyone goes negative,
we naturally side with those we see
as like us, against those we see as

Threatening people for expressing concerns
about violence
portrays the gun lobby as irresponsibly
trigger happy (so to speak) --
demonstrating an excellent argument
against a community wanting them
to have access to guns.

On the hate wagon
enjoy this wild horror ride
to the end of Earth.

Just an an inspiring thought
to be turned to action
if and when
I am ready

Respect the symptom – discover its message.

People who get you, enjoy your presence,
and you get/enjoy
-- isn’t that what it’s all about?

Mourning my memories
worlds long evolved to oblivion.
So potent.

The rule seems clear:
avoid harm to the greater number
even if that means harm must come
to the lesser, unless
that smaller group has added value
like being specifically, personally
meaningful – us versus them.

Clear, simple words to carry
ideas, ideals, mission-based communication.

For art of emotion, imagination,
more frilly metaphor,
symbols as soliloquy,
delicious juxtapositions,
jams and jugglery
employed for your enjoyment.

Bound to gods
No matter human depredation,
protected from annihilation
while I can serve.

Extrinsic traits are only that.
Social roles are only that --
fungible to change for circumstance,
not our intrinsic possibilities.


Saturday, November 17, 2018

#religion #antiwar #Earth #future

Any group if they feel attacked, will likely want to retaliate -- but then aren't most groups in some way attacked by those who disagree with their premises or actions? Look at all the wars and lesser battles that go on seemingly forever. Even within families, there are those circular battles.
So, at this time when we are all in mortal jeopardy (and isn't the old meme that we will stop our infighting and come together against a common enemy -- but what if we meet that enemy and learn it is us, we who are cynically or ignorantly or angrily destroying the planet we NEED for bare survival?)
let's just jump on the hate wagon
enjoy the wildly horrible ride
to the end of Earth
Could we, maybe, even bit by bit, find a god who truly loves us all and live in that tradition?