Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

January 13, 2015

F A I L U R E

A peripheral-visionary

Somehow stepped in cow poop.

Then  a man-on-a-missionary

Also Failed to see all  his true path

Also Failed to seek wholey  his newest  breath

Tho’ he hovers over roses,

Forever forgetting  lettting  out  as tho’

Fire candles require no

Repose

April 17, 2014

GETHEMANE

There ought better be a beacon
on a pacific coast cliff could be
where hope’s light works with a sea horn
where a night light works with a warning
forces & forges the blackest fog & forests

There can be a candle
in a window with enough heat
to fire the hearth
to light one lone solitary stone room
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(from 2010)
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.”Writing is nothing more than a guided dream” -Jorge Luis Borges

October 9, 2012

Setting The Table

Aw heck,  on a lark,

I likely heard a   “Hark,

Hear all this  beck and call”.

There, I see it had hailed from  icy altitudes.

So, when I wised up some, and tried to listen,

At this end, I waited, and while I waited, I understood.

It wasn’t  the explanation,

It was the going  on & on deal,

Passing time,

It was  setting the table,  not the meal.

July 15, 2011

Coincidence? Synchronicity? “Miracles”, Beauty, even

                       ONE    EXPLANATION
“It’s a popular fact that 90 percent of the brain’s not used and like most  popular facts, it is wrong…
It is used. One of its functions is to make the miraculous seem ordinary, to  turn the unusual into the usual.
Otherwise, human beings, faced with the daily wondrousness of everything,  would go around wearing a stupid grin, saying, “Wow” alot. Part of the brain  exists to stop this from happening. It is very efficient, and can make people  experience boredom in the middle of marvels.”
-Terry Pratchett, writer

March 26, 2011

STILL, THERE WAS THAT LIGHT

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She won’t remember when

Without a word we wandered

Dark  collegetown  neighborhoods.

Where were the dogs & cops?  I wondered.

We were thrilled for the night  still.

Still,  there were all the satellites.

And very still, there was that light

In a candlelit  picture  window.

It  gave  a silhouette, a shadow   readying  a bed.

Buffing up a sheet,  she showed us,

Me and my sister Janny,

Her  heartstopping   Beauty;

A silent ballet shadow show  that

We acknowledged

Her  walkstopping   ethereal naked lines,

And continued on, still wordless

And getting stiller yet.

March 23, 2011

NEW THINGS (from 2 yrs ago)

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        N E W   T H I N G S

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                    i)   

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            M  U  C  H

often it’s uncertain   to see,

to see the true things through,

but certainly sometime’s there’s time

when surely much of what’s new

when noticed might matter

to you or rather

to me

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“Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing,moving at different speeds. A sense of humor

is just common sense, dancing”       -William James

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                D  U  E

I fear I forget that the frail,

nearly unable, but

when a whisper of   Will…

when they muster an incalculable

measure of  reach

to straighten, and lean up

for what’s due.

That’s alot to wait for

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The Freshest thing in the clearing

by the pond’s sunk boat,

near a nest,  There’s this ringing

drop, possibly  just now dotting

one leaf,  left  just new

by all the dew

That’s what I wait for

October 18, 2010

my lite liturgy

fluently  I fought the words

and forced them some to fit

the lyrics weren’t as potent   at all

as the emotional pull they rode on

Inately  it ain’t a litany

that soothes the breast, softens rocks

It’s the pipe organ

that happens to spin

one   into control

October 12, 2010

two alarms (impatient)

Is  or isn’t it odd

that the gods have their own take

on what all gets  the go ahead

and all  just what must wait?

I was brought up to believe

that all’s seen through for some reason,

but if it happens  “as it should”

what if you  know it all goes wrong

and it’s going wrong all day

when two alarms should’ve gone off upon rising?

Or once again you wince & wait for your own way?

 

June 10, 2010

Lunch Break

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muscles settle some

my soul eyes off

to whatever nothing offers.

Zen enthusiasts

have been happy hunting

for Art on empty wall space

for most of this time,

most all that time ahead.

“I’ll have just a slice, please.”

April 28, 2010

shackled in full moon’s shadow

if my bloody feet

work the way

up my path as they

might,  come day,

                 .

these falls,  this stumbling,

All before my Moonlight

would be humbling

with goodly reason.

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