Raining Frogs

Raining Frogs

 

I don't know much about frogs.

Water carried in skin and structure.

Compromise from fish to lizard.

Squishy science project redolent of formaldehyde.

I am not like that.

Surging ahead on time with a plan.

More Earth than Water.  More Air than Earth.

My mind's in the stars; see me waving from

constellations, from outside.

 

Outside of time, deep roots of imagination.

Totem tales inspire awe -- gaping chasms.

We know we will fall, always, forever.

Sacrifice, the price for salvation -- no One will

love us, sad, ugly, cruel.  Shriveled sacks of DNA,

bow to slaughter.  Daughters of destiny weep

even without knowing why.  None dare question.

It is given.  It is taken.

 

Today it is raining frogs.

Vast dark plops from Heaven's

lotus ponds.

Cracking bones, gushing blood,

revel in mortality.

Wiping new born guts from my vision,

I marvel.  A gaping cavern opens in

my mind.  It is clear, my plans must change.

The life I wrote them for buried in amphibious waste.

 

June 27, 2010

Like a Pan of Stone

Like a Pan of stone,

ensorcelled, cast in pain

from home in mystic plains.

Immortal held below 

mundane sky.

 

Mercurial phase.

Experience teaches as recitation

never will.

Solitary sojourn.

Search cascading stills,

divine signs.

 

I fish for gutter snipes,

smoke to assuage hunger.

Haven't you?

Silly me, to contradict

your view.

When we met, I was still

so new.

 

Practice willful skills to habit.

Mindfully design impeccable spells.

Immerse in scintillating tidbits,

encrypted tones of Temple bells.

Silly Buddha tricks

are for kids, who sell

services for circuses.

This phase relaxes -- sings out for fun

Enjoy!  The next track looms ahead.

Stone bases crack, licked by the Sun,

Spirit dishonoured as dead

reanimates.

 

Glorious battles can start

in an era of heart.

Glorious peace can be found

in an era of mind.

Stories absorbed in the womb of man

live

in the day to day,

cast an unconscious play.

Until the Covenant is broken.

Astronished, stone breathes, alive.

Mature, Pan, self-freed, grieves

lost time. 

astral vision

Mystery mists of history holy crescent lightening sky

Calm anticipation early pinks crescend from eerie violets

Thunderous Jupiter twinkles like a happy kitten,

tummy extends for adoration

Omens, prophecy, hope for endless happy returns

quests into/out of space/mind

(without gravity, how can we fall ... or love?)

Aching for stars, planets, dreams,

silent assent that means all is promised

I touch a cosmic peak

breathless at such altitude

 

June 8, 2010

omnipresence

There is purpose in the highs and lows

Flying over rocky terrain

entranced in sea waves, currents,

light of the Moon.

There is magic in the swoon,

the dizzy heights,

seeking ecstatic stars.

Carrying the seed below,

stumbling among rocks,

tillable soil,

carrying water,

stirring the mud into food

for hungry beaks,

falling entrenched away

from seeking.

Solidly aware

that touchpoint of glory

above the waves

remains.

 

June 6, 2010

slip between the slicks

Under Lying Message

 

Coma Baby, any ubiquitous tragedy

Petroleum under the sea

breaking surface

fissures in our social contract

corroded wealth

corrupted Earth

Tell me a tale of forgiveness.

 

"Tough choices must be made!"

Congressional random phrases

 

The difference between faith and bliss

engine of tarry black submarine

leak of held back tears, grief of millennia

 

I feel America crying

taste salt, polluted brine, dystopia

The best hope for our regeneration

for our continuity

for our survival

Let GO

let the race be won

the trophy given

the competitors disperse

aglow in glory

while we who endure

quietly, quaintly, alive to each moment

slip between the slicks

 

June 3, 2010