Rivers of souls

Love knots

You have an honest face,

a soft smile a good heart

its morning a great time for us all

to be thankful, to reflect upon 

 what we have been gifted with

start fresh, counting blessings

 all over again

from nothing but love and the gift of life

taking times we have been hurt in stride

counting them twice

once for the opportunity to receive

a different blessing with understanding

time is short. we have work to do

a fresh start to stop wasting our time

and move on to a different lesson

to see everyone the same 
then let them be revealed in time ,

for who they are to us, 
and what they truly represent

...

Burnout!

information age ambivalence
provides tidal waves of distraction

entertainment choices expanding 
demanding time, drawing energy

personal cues, rub Aladdin's lamp  
to combat the blues

to initiate a sleeping beast
AI does the rest

the job requires a recall for emergencies
everybody is on call 24-7. 

Please! Let me be
i want to be free

most people view life
to be about self-satisfaction

but now we have lost democracy
found a neurotic despotic, fool

birthed the greatest kleptocracy
the world has ever known

day after day
we get hammered 

by news of governmental power 
being abused

getting yet another dose 
of a 2025 plan 

to take ...America back
to stone age want to be's

Where might makes right
and civil rights c...

Zoo be do (do it again)

Listing my sins?
where do i begin.

i have failed head of class
so badly i've mistaken

what the hell i'm doing here
rather than awakening

i've fallen asleep
and spilled my beer

repeatedly

well if that's not a sin
forgive me, it should be

ear to ground the movement felt,
low frequency channel open up.

i tap in to elephant frequencies
for some lucky placoderm

to get a chance with a sassy lass
let's get that man a dance
 
and whale songs travelling afar
separate the newbie's from the stars

as if ...

hosting a radio station
would i be a DJ

and on the...

Twilight Blues

Even a blazing comet

goes into transition
as it explodes and comes to rest

falling east to west creates a sonic boom
in tune with the tone

of my sense of loneliness
which breaks the silence

walking almost as a stranger
in a world, as if to myself...

oblivious to the dangers
lurking in this path of travel

through forest meadows past
cloaked in fog of lost moments memories

awakened with tears falling like rain
by the spirit winds ghostly presence

touching gently upon the aura  
of who it is i think i am

with an awareness
that life as we know it

hasn't always been so kind
but what's that...

the awakening

Let those 
whose hearts are pure 

endure the suffering 
that's sure to come

Even as, the wicked
who draw the sword

to harm the least of us
soon find, the same 

The ill winds come 
to fall among us

cold and heartless
abruptly darken skies

fill the edges of our emotions
in a foreboding way

lightning rides the storm
issues a warning as it arrives 

on the horizons with a fury
striking clouds and earth 

with a vengeance born of
unanticipated malevolence

fulfill a prophesy 
endlessly extending

threatening to expose 
those whose instantaneous conversion

to a faith, any hope conveniently awaiting
promises of a salvation ...

they hope can be bought 
on lay-away

somehow, remembering 
old relics of their you...

One moment without measure

As a stranger you touched a nerve
beautifully

though i don't play 
any instruments in particular

from the imprint of your energies
a chord emerged...

brought memories of
whispers to my soul

like a seashell 
found upon the shore

remembering

the rise and ebb of tides

of lives which come 

all to soon

 
passing further on their way

as a ripple 
of this moment is cast 

along the corridors 
reflecting upon itself

here and going away
absorbed 

perfectly elastic
Like Love, life's blessings lived

yet not forget, 
the tone of sadness

Even darkness fades 
into obscurity at Every sunrise

perfect fusion, yin-yang
no time for regrets

rain, or tear...

Passengers

Adrift along our converging dimensional planes

We are messengers of spiritual energy 

Passing sparks displayed pulses of our sense of being. 

The expression, experienced momentarily certain
or otherwise imagined we share 

In all ways. 

As if ripples from the heart of our souls 
to the universe to others of our kind.

What is this... POETRY? To you. 
Whatever method or technique you choose

 to use to express, promote, finesse

or invoke ideas shared upon an open plane. 

Can you access someone's means 
of opening a portal to their soul 

initiate a current in their dreams 
which feels comfortable or not so much so, 

should you expect an avenue, approved
which appeals to you and they. both?

note to self the reason we elope
to escape the mediocracy

Does the message it c...

Keep up

In a revised cajillionaire's latest meme
get in on the winning team

MAGA is looking for a few good guys
our version of diversity

front of the house
bankers, sharpshooters and lawyers

if you don't know how to cheat steal or lie
We can school you

got a conscience ,
Sorry we can't use you

if you've got a good wife

trade one in for the next generation
Elon model X A steal at 9.99Mil

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step behind the curtains for the I care series 101
hijack your life a surprise&nb...

Sun rain

Looking up

higher than high

irregular energies
flood from a hole in the sky

sometimes hot, other times,
more cool than not

between shadows i feel it
touching everything far and near

when its cloud curtains obscure it
and cool air swiftly comes

from dark heavy clouds
An opening act by lightning

with a thunderous refrain


then there's rain playing
a special concert for us

a gift from the sun,
no need to complain

it will soon pass
its dog don't bite

lets be children of the sun,
lets hold hands and play

pretend its love from
momma's sweet kisses

striking everyt...

Trumpets

Remember when Miles d. 

cracked the code...

Like Gabriel, blowing his horn

or was that J Coletrane on the saxophone

dropping the motherload ...on us

we knew then... there was genius among us

making it fun, just to be us ...again

to dispel the foul winds of the oppressive heat

placed upon us by some of those 

who couldn't drop a beat if it fell on them

anyway, they held their nose high around us,

doing their thing, cuz they supposed

they were better than us in some way

but whenever Miles played we knew we had wings

whenever John Coltrane played my favorite things

we knew then was not that day

And the heavenly band of angels plays on and on

so when you hear us p...