Friday, February 15, 2019

2/2-13/19

What would You do
if you knew you wouldn't fail
if money were no object
if you had nothing to prove
if your will were free and wild
if you loved your inner child
if your wishes would come true
with no nasty consequences due
?
 
 
 
 
 stop relying on old thinkers from a different time
think anew on what we want and how to get there
 
 
 
 
mornings are hard
all that stinging sunlight and expectations
interrupting the vast solace of sleep
 
 
It’s not rule of law
or rule of the King
It’s rule of what enough
people believe
 
 
Curiosity is what we need
to get anywhere
 
 
Chaos promotes control
promotes anarchy
all immovable objects
call forth irresistible force
Yin-Yangs
reality reduced to 101
 
 
Role play plays a role
Feel those rules we need to know
 
 
The quality of your character
is not about what you are born with,
but what you do with it
 
 
Lyrics’ rhythm that makes its own music
 
 
Words that can give strength
 
 

2/2-13/19

Friday, February 1, 2019

for Brigid's Day

For Brigid’s Day
Who am i to bow to You --
me shorn of love, without honor;
You an enduring Goddess,
long honored for your bounty
of knowledge, thought’s ground water
poured, shared, carried forward.
Goddess of brides,
of hope, of visions, of poetry.
We who want a deeper future for ourselves,
more kind, more wise,
a better definition for humanity,
assemble on bended knees to
beg, accept, express your beauty.
Humans alive to art,
flow of mystic cavern seas,
can synergize, can command,

manifest as Magick.

Saturday, January 26, 2019

whistling for warmth

A time heavy with pressure, cold in disassociation,
sad, so sad
 
 
Prohibitions lead to war
Harm reduction based regulations
lead to conversation
 
(though, of course, we can lead a mind to
conversation; but we can not make it speak)
 
 
Sometimes power comes from wealth
Sometimes from position
Sometimes from a badge
or the barrel of a gun
Mostly power is an agreement,
an acceptance of
 
 
That on-edge dread
some presences inspire
 
 
permanent, emerging, and worsening
infirmities
 
 
is anybody really listening?
does anybody really care?
everybody out there whistling
filling the air
 
 

1/20-26/19

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.
 
 
1/14/-19/19

Sunday, December 16, 2018

problematic

problematic


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.


12/16/18

Saturday, December 15, 2018

self-reflection

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?

12/9-10/18