Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool
left for your shunned silly sullen self
or did you forget in your superthoroughness
that the proempire are unforgiving?
Yessir, yessir, three bags full
of preimbibed puss oozing
novel neoactivist nonconformity
reerupting in a manner most moot.
One for the master, one for the dame
who bore this malapropos monstrous beast
not out of love but as harkees to the harkers
of bogus biology and tacky tradition.
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane
of false philosophies where authority astraddle
and dreams dormant from fermentation
suppress shining souls most sincere and true.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Monday, July 16, 2007
Salt and Light.....or (I Am Unfinished)
hey out there and hello again...black-cloud clarity and liquorice lies...sugar shine my shoes...sugar take my blues...and make me make them be of use...own them unlike the life I lease...stand up, fight, and die for peace...watch me watch the world slip by--two hundred channels at a time...put 'em down on paper for someone else...put 'em down
forever...sunset on my face...smoke streaked skies burning my eyes...fuck this place...take me home to somewhere sane...that has compassion's pulse: one, two, three, and four years more...can you remember what we did this for?...not me or you or the kids or the crew...but the double stitched, navy-blue sympathy and starched collar cry that told us why...why we had to hold our heads...high up on that hill...but still, the city burns...and turns my mind to ashes...
fly away...make it true...two by two thousand times...remember each between the lines...getting dark as the dismal day...weary shadows stretch our way...and that holocaust heap, uneasy, rests on our feet...uncountable, ground down, Al Hillah on high...or at least nearby...even to an average guy...almost done with what's on my mind...shrinking sun explodes...supernova soul on these desolate roads...unknow...unknow...let go...no......it's not dark yet...but...
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Gaping
There's a hole in his backyard, so he throws in:
Two authentic foods that devour him with the gastroriffic goodness of their truth. Three board games that he always conquers because he is the only player subject to their risky rolls of dice. Five dear friends old and new, lost and found, who pose the biggest threat to the hole. Seven fake antiques with no meaningful history but the ones in his morose mind. Eleven films for futile escapes into other worlds that would break him just the same. Thirteen glaring glossy pages of insistent instruction that tell the how-to-writer how to write. Seventeen harrowing hardcover tomes offering meanings of lives that elude the very life they claim. Nineteen plane tickets to familiar and exotic places that remind and humble his minor miniscule existence. Twenty-three scorching suns he has avoided, but that fuel the jump-and-jive journeys across foreign lands. Twenty-nine sullen songs that allow momentary lapses of rhythm for an otherwise dying dance.
There's a hole in his backyard, and it never ever seems to fill.
Two authentic foods that devour him with the gastroriffic goodness of their truth. Three board games that he always conquers because he is the only player subject to their risky rolls of dice. Five dear friends old and new, lost and found, who pose the biggest threat to the hole. Seven fake antiques with no meaningful history but the ones in his morose mind. Eleven films for futile escapes into other worlds that would break him just the same. Thirteen glaring glossy pages of insistent instruction that tell the how-to-writer how to write. Seventeen harrowing hardcover tomes offering meanings of lives that elude the very life they claim. Nineteen plane tickets to familiar and exotic places that remind and humble his minor miniscule existence. Twenty-three scorching suns he has avoided, but that fuel the jump-and-jive journeys across foreign lands. Twenty-nine sullen songs that allow momentary lapses of rhythm for an otherwise dying dance.
There's a hole in his backyard, and it never ever seems to fill.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Visions of Happiness, Abandon the Sadness
In a moment,
a singular,
lasting memory.
The time that we spent together,
the ongoing tension.
Thoughts return to the happiness
But...
somewhere in the back of one's mind
sadness and pain creep in.
While the mind realizes the happiness of being solitary.
In life we need friends,
no stress,
no disfunctionalness.
Reading a book does not require debate,
or to motivate one to question fate.
Friends grab your hand and lead you on,
family does that too.
Your own mind knows that there is a reason to not dwell.
Forget the life that you had in that memory.
Create a new one with what God has given you.
Remember goodness, charity, and kindness.
Forget the distant memory filled with a past that drains.
God wants you to move forward,
your friends want you to go on,
and your family waits for you to continue.
Become part of the love,
the peace,
and the contentment that this type of life gives.
Take a deep breath, exhale, and think.
Life can only be as good as you make it.
Pain washes away that concept.
Continue to see the beauty in the world.
Trudge on, and remember happiness.
a singular,
lasting memory.
The time that we spent together,
the ongoing tension.
Thoughts return to the happiness
But...
somewhere in the back of one's mind
sadness and pain creep in.
While the mind realizes the happiness of being solitary.
In life we need friends,
no stress,
no disfunctionalness.
Reading a book does not require debate,
or to motivate one to question fate.
Friends grab your hand and lead you on,
family does that too.
Your own mind knows that there is a reason to not dwell.
Forget the life that you had in that memory.
Create a new one with what God has given you.
Remember goodness, charity, and kindness.
Forget the distant memory filled with a past that drains.
God wants you to move forward,
your friends want you to go on,
and your family waits for you to continue.
Become part of the love,
the peace,
and the contentment that this type of life gives.
Take a deep breath, exhale, and think.
Life can only be as good as you make it.
Pain washes away that concept.
Continue to see the beauty in the world.
Trudge on, and remember happiness.
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