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
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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...
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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...
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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
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however for the daring, sign here and get the upgrade
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... |
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