Twelve Feet Down

Twelve feet down Baby,
Twelve feet down,
Bury me twice Baby,
Twelve feet down,
Bury me twice Baby,
Twelve feet down,
That`s where love lies,
Twelve feet down,
That`s where our love lies Baby,
Buried twelve feet down,
Deep down in the cold cold ground Baby,
Love lies buried twelve feet down.

Twelve feet down Baby,
Twelve feet down,
That`s where our love lies,
Buried twelve feet down,
This is where our love died,
Baby buried twelve feet down,
Twelve feet down Baby,
Love lies buried twelve feet down.

Twelve feet down Baby,
Twelve feet down,
Remember that crying night Baby,
Twelve feet down,
Crying on that rainy night Baby,
We buried love twelve feet down,
Twelve feet down Baby,
Our love lies buried twelve feet down.

When You Call

2:30 a.m. my plastic phone rings, momentary hesitation then I pick up,
My lucid mind knows this recitation, "Hello! How are you!"
Your flutter voice makes my shuddering heart butter up,
Sweetly swelling, "Hello! It's so nice to hear you!"
If only I could crawl through this drastic line and hold you I would,
Sometimes I still lose my spastic self dreaming about seeing you,
Long lonely nights I spend, making me think we should, we should,
I know you could in kind, you mind though caressing some other love plan,
I know there are times,  you nestled there in the arms of some other man,
From here where love streaked, on this distant peak where wistful stood,
Something caged dares raze up, deep inside ringing brass on a raised cymbal bell,
Sprinkling harmony in this crazed breeze, brazenly in some wonder dell,
I know tinkling words seem distant, there's all this cautious I speak,
My no whiled away from thee, while you`re walking some far off city street,
Vision wishes you standing in this naked light, embraced by these warm loving arms,
Love feeding us dates, passion peeling grapes for you, kissing your perfect charms,
Envision forbidden fruit, this rich light secretly ripens Eden with a bold and golden fall,
Life`s gnarled tree greening, knotted dreams just a step beyond these two feet and then,
So soon again, too soon another constellation `goodbye`, hanging us up again,
Captured and caged again, wonderment sings again with your poetic late night call.

When Love Leaves Us

When love leaves us,
Alone and wrung out,
Broken heart grieving,
Buried beneath disparaging weight,
Haunted night after haunting night,
Calamitous into disastrous thought,
Desperately stirred with incarnate loss,
Forever that deep abyss, tainting us blue,
Simple joy seldom finding us,
Wanting love never saving us.

I've written myself into words and sentences,
Paragraphs from dreams, sketched black and white,
Fairy tales imagined deep in the dark wood,
A rich glade where sorcery escaped the world,
Residing in the Necromancer's hidden forest,
Birds teaching nature with its verbiage and nouns,
Intonation conducting sound, tone with each conjuring,
Pronunciation seeking parable, plainly balanced midst abject chaos.

When I wake in the night, in the endless day alone,
Vividly remembering your taste your smell your love,
Intoxicated so long ago, tragically far away,
Destiny's current drifting us so far apart,
Knowing I will never return, you can't ever stay,
Quiet weeping, faith carrying us through each sunripe day,
Prayer finding us again, remorseful on bleeding knees,
Blessed heaven, not some tragic place of pain or hunger,
Skirting eternity with flocks of luminous angels,
Externally rounding cosmic variegated days and nights,
Eden's ripe fruit hanging, dangling plentiful and low for all to eat,
Remarkably grateful sky, awash with lover's dreams and tears,
Legions fettered and lost, loved souls drowned and drowning,
Sacrificed by ruined love itself within that deep universe,
Cascading snowflakes, vagrant raindrops into a nether sea,
Barren love falling, falling and falling forever falling.

Life after merciless love, 
After tortured death,
After traveling a million years,
Navigating a thousand life times,
Romance after exotic romance,
Universe through universe,
Earth beyond earth,
Dust into fine dust,
Love after love after cruel love.

Sunshine Before The Thunder

I think I've gone mad now,
Wild dogs keep barking at my gate,
Earth worms speak to me somehow,
My hands bleed as I toil, signaling fate.

Ravens come croaking stories, grafting other migrate tales,
Scavenging ancient myth from some mysterious hidden place,
Soaring far above this turbulent world as anger rants and rails,
Illusions condition deceitful clouds, escaping without a trace.

Waking in a fire dream, squatting beside a flickering Brujo,
Everlasting incense swirling, skirling prayers and phrases into smoke,
Sipping carnal knowledge, drinking from pools of bromine mojo,
Chipping intonation with sparkling flint, embarking into a fumarolic stoke.

Buddhist sentiments align with condiments along a spicy altar,
Medievil tapestry adorns this faithful pedestal where commitment lives,
Symbolic refrains and phrases, atonement better uttered, grace ne'er did falter,
Curled sticks grant consciousness to essence, unfurling certainty as blessedness forgives.

People have become complacent, gnawing on black and shattered bones,
Folk becoming desperate living dire, deformed places goading us with sharp slivers,
However it seems few of us are e'er reminded, remanding forgotten ancient tomes,
Ultimate destiny recognizing memories, navigating canyons and running deep rivers.

Sweet mango relish drifts like perfume, fragrance suspended on a equatorial breeze,
Aboard and awake on deck again, warily swabbing mahogany shipwrecks in a slippery sea,
Angry waves dash me ashore time and again washed and gashed, I lay spent but appeased,
Living bows to another sunrise, flood tides stripping death of reward with stippled me.

Gleaning rich profits, mainlining money like heroin and hardrock candy,
Why not herald our addictions, view this world through smug ruthless eyes?
Mountains of devils food cake, potent potions and virility seems dandy,
Maiming heaven men defile honour, craving desirably sly and devious lies.

Greed has marginalized our future, confusing thoughts of wrong and right,
Barbaric hath delivered us to the gates of rampage, rage manifesting a garbage heap,
Purity hath been imprisoned, something so very awry, all things robbed of intrinsic light,
Lethargy hath cooked the golden goose, losing that deep sacred we dearly hoped to keep.

Immersed in dangerous pools, swirling round all our hallucinations,
Whirling into some unknown, darkness wrapping itself around all life,
Prophetic signs paint relief by faith, pointing upwards with all our protestations,
Staging pompous acts , our Leviathan appetites engaging a bloodied knife.

Blood creating planet strains, veins altering our compromised atmosphere,
Mercurous lake, poisoned rising ocean, dammed river, spoiled radium spring,
Polluted soil, choking air, spirit body and ethereal mind, yet only a virtual tear,
Sacred vision has been lost, tossed hopes cry out, desecrated by everything.

Dreaming exalted Sperm Whales, clans drifting head down in the dying sea,
Forty catastrophes, ocean regions depleted of every fish and all forms of strife,
Dead zones growing astronomically, still pirates rape, pillaging free of every levy,
Water planes, subsonic whale song reforms joy to a dirge, bemoaning awful life.

Honesty should be served with our cannibal nature, consume population,
Tear out hearts, bleed the world, greedily devour every good thing raw,
Bludgeon children, squander life as we are tackled in this final conflagration,
Declare gluttonous war, admonish poor foreigners, diminish aliens with a profit only law.

More power more riches more wealth, barriers deflated then inflated so strong,
Pump crude oil, slash forests, mine oceans for snug corporates, smug corporal worth,
Peasants surviving plight and aggression simply to live, is not a moral wrong,
Waking on this abysmal crest rests a Sacred Turtle, still blessed by Mother Earth.
 
Curving carnival mirrors disfigure nature with strangely real impurity,
Deep oceans well up, roiling like cyclones in the midst of this desecration,
Sanctity flounders with this Cyclops terror, snagged by extreme insecurity,
Profiting tongues babble like broken records, preaching to a new generation.

Balancing I tip, elephant trumpeting, a physical lip on my extended trunk,
Possessing a wee jungle portion, glorious terra firm rising up to meet we,
Dreaming again, still trumpeting energy, manifesting silence as I monk,
Though I fail to speak, while merely smiling, the stars will even hear me.

Dissension feeding a smoking mongrel fire,
Like air like smoke dressed in reckless attire,
Ascension scaling forever higher and higher,
Like air like smoke like some sweet desire.

Soft Kisses

Soft kiss,
A sweet summer breeze,
Delicate cravings, touching flushed skin with this,
Intoxication descends embracing acclivity, fiery zeal ne'er a simple tease,
Fragrance exploring this perfumed romance, promises whispered by a girl and boy,
Exquisite clouds shamelessly caress amorous limits, a distant beckoning savory realm,
Passion mirrored by this fragile sky, a boundless sea bathing erotic with swells of joy,
Lovers adrift anchored by enchantment, mastering bliss on an intensely turgid helm,
Carnal waves rise and fall, Eros adoring all that love Romeo and Juliet captured,
Cooing love and words, perception painting sensual dreams with such beautiful pleasure,
Remarkable flora and fawn wooing this flourishing domain, love blossoms enraptured,
Morning dew and honey dripped into this vast ocean, love spellbound with this rich treasure.

On The Bus

When that big yellow coach turned the sharp corner,
Transiting I acutely returned to the obtuse former,
Rumbling that intrepid bus rolled up to the intersection of Joyous and Hoped,
Looking at my wrist I watched mindfully wondering what choices approached,
Turning right that noisy transport negotiated a corner continuing its grumbling way,
Crowding ethereal thoughts I wondered if this time I should go or stray,
Nearing Cook and Baker the angle seemed as if an oven had been raised to toasting,
Grilled to maximum my boiling point whistled accused a steaming self of parboasting,
Roasting on my seat I felt myself floundering again sinking into another deep aquarium,
Sharks wrestled amongst teeming buckets of leaking chum redecorating my sanitarium,
Connecting to another universe my feet paddled uncontrollably through that murky water,
Grazing a blooming sun pop art zoomed excitedly past flaming desserts that wailed "Hotter!",
Triumphant horns blared as that big growling vehicle reasoned turning sharply from Season onto Exception,
Traveling rapidly stars fell into some nervous plight just missing delight passing a rising reception,
Central station plowed more plaza weary passengers onto platform 'Be' across from never awake,
Past a green through a yellow over a faint rainbow I envisioned a responsive lapping lake,
Stopping at a red light formulating a new and placid path down a mythical new road,
Avenues of transient ideas my ticking thoughts rambled blind reciting another material code,
Stout roots grew firmly from the bottoms of my feet into center my serrated leaves fluttering as I shivered,
Sheaves of blue grass bunched round my rotund trunk as my thin bark wept and my skinny branches quivered,
Queer birds nested laying eggs and ova sparkling stars woven intricately into a new thicket of sheer space,
Truth guessed at what lay next while opportunity and turning wheels thundered and raced,
Beneath every spring and bolt under fenders of bumpers searching for signs what read 'Next',
Bequeathing revolutionary anarchy before a surrealistic earth quaked speaking a simple text,
"Find courage!", squashing words into a back of the bus corner squished redressing a basic cringe,
Teetering on madness I imagined loneliness attempting to paint exits with a critiquing tinge,
Seeing a bundled woman falling asleep ahead of me dreaming of galaxies above and below,
Aunty Social squirmed restlessly as nuance and screams shouted at a loud transmuted foe,
Nebulae twisted conforming to every relative curve and groove along that harrowed street,
Narrowly missing scores of curbside passengers touching silent lips to tired moaning feet,
Twisting around wicked curves and vagrant corners that reckless bus harangued every crack,
Speeding now we all hung on a maniacal red faced driver racing down a crazed and narrow track,
Realizing another verse was prizing I traced forward rendering a transfer to another terminable time,
Exhibiting caution our coachman griped both hands on the steel wheel while I crossed a tenacious line,
Fare rhymes came to mind while worn brakes screeched with contentious issues and slim facts,
Stopping at Shore and Beach picking another rift of passing tides rising and falling in wavering acts,
Transposition firmly in hand I rose reaching towards heaven so I might leave reticent ringing a prescient bell,
Front foot stepping rightly thinking I left departing there and flying free across a crescent dell,
Lights turning yellow as a timeless clock struck midnight while the yielding quarter moon sank into a frothing sea,
Waking on the edge of an abyss I witnessed passion drowning in a bottomless ocean where all deep dreams must surely be.

Its been such a deliriously hot summer day,
My squinting eyes have summarily iced over,
A popsicle room has refreshed this month's stay,
Sweltering July finally surrendering a lover,
Drought turned brown grass to a crispier gender,
Significant rain with-held a sweet rendering,
Clambering with midnight my bare feet curled tender,
Lapping at love's sweat we foundered in dried clover,
Remarkably you lounged happy, under the tired languid moon,
Completely undressed, hearing a glorious hymn chortled by a loon,
I laid recklessly amazed by your amber side, shamelessly naked as well,
Wond'ring if August might evaporate too, deliquesced in this dell,
Precisely the stars in the quiet night sky, dissolved one by one,
While shy love grinned impressed, by all we had done.

One minute to midnight, deliverance and safe solutions are merely indelible myths,
Legend reminds us giants roamed the earth, searching for fresh blood and new gold,
Glorious birds warbling favoured mysteries, deciphering abstract ancient glyphs,
Remarkable creation alights, each atom and molecule living in a context powerfully bold.

Valleys of darkness, so much black hole fear in this earthly space,
Such plight and strife committed by uncaring evil, yet God is asking,
"What are religions doing to make this world a better more loving place?"
So much thoughtless wickedness, ruthless barbarians carelessly advancing.

Alchemists have conjured magic from deep beneath the toxic sea,
Crucibles bubble and boil, technology has magnified our barren souls,
God turns his back watching self, revolving and evolving magnificently free,
Humankind's quest is nearly lost, religion can't save us from our greedy goals.

Frigid and numbed by this cursed fall, sacred lies desecrated in a troublesome mire,
Over all the Holy Earth, throughout prophetic purgatory, vagrant desolation abounds,
Marking in the end each hopeful beginning, everything extant thus consumed by fire,
Resounding in each universe God's thunder molds voice, divine hands holding creation.

Now cannibals and headhunters are descending from the harried jungle,
Money has come to devour your young, feasting on their proud flesh,
Rampaging across the face of a hemorrhaging earth, lopping off heads in this wild bungle,
Grinding bones, slaying villages, guzzling steaming blood, victims indebted and sorrowfully enmeshed.

Winged firedrakes and serpents rush out from iniquity, breathing doom and fire,
Swallowing refinement, piercing every heart, stealing every ounce of valiant courage,
Before this trespass, ere the warring conflagration, before this shadowy gloom and mire,
Steely war lords gripped the world too, constricting throats with their bloody entourage.

Gather courage enlightened ones, for our feared enemies are marching ever near,
Jeopardous lions crouch, silently hidden by cooling sheaves of tall unbending grass,
Unwilling a quiet moon climbs high into a midnight sky, ne'er a peep of shameful fear,
Stalking mistress time prides of ferocious predators trundle, roaring with a critical mass.

Again and again I am drawn into Eden's sacred garden,
Searching for wisdom, consuming sublime earthly delights,
Planting seeds and trees midst clumps of tall cane without pardon,
Watching pristine flourish, magnificence that song and paradise invites.

Waking in an oasis we meet spirituality, God walking and speaking heart to heart,
Resting beneath the wand'ring sky, comfortably welcome under deciduous shade,
All those elephant mysteries divulged by shafts of perfect light, glorious riffs impart,
Simplicity engulfs domesticity, journeying into that fertile realm of Eden's blessed glade.

Arm in arm we play and run,
Prying through a laughing rain,
Plying a pouting desert arbor just for fun,
Heaven whispering such a sweet refrain.

Soar following radiant elephants as eagles tower above this sacred realm,
Joining hearts and binding devoted hands, tethers spliced with strands of love,
Cultivate peace with good men surely measured, steering from a blessed helm,
Irenic Saints and Angels sing, praising oracles, high heaven prophetically above. 

Storm clouds are grazing the careless range,
If by some vagrant chance I might see you again,
Kiss your pouting lips, this runaway love that is so strange ,
Might I ever be welcome to shelter you from the crying rain?

I'd buy you a gift, a box of watercolour paints,
Coupled we would prime our splendid dreams,
Fly high in concert, touch the brilliant azure sky,
Precious love anointing us, honey mixed with cream.

Lightning bolts might raze our careless hearts,
That blazing beauty, those deep eyes your grazing smile,
How do I hold on? How can I love all your perfect parts?
Succubi and Incubi wield truth and parable, a passing trial.

Renouncing all that plight which created a world that's gone mad,
There sits the Buddhist monk meditating upon self demolition,
Dreaming of that enlightened place, where life isn't so horribly sad,
Consecrated fuel spilled upon his shaven head, envisioning self immolation.

What is this finial madness finally gripping the ignorant tragic world?
Strangling men into submission, stealing away lives and sacred breath,
While kings and presidents luxuriate, we all clearly see, yet still we're told,
Sol rises and sets like religion, Old Man moon laments, consents to imminent death.

Waking, you are here, radiant and smiling beside me,
Lying next to me, sharing generous love between us,
I keep going back, a timely place, seems so gentle and free,
Hoping love's vision, some difference, quietly embraces us.

Envisage another me another you, our accepting arms and charitable smiles,
Every compassionate dream where rainbows dance, called by a blessing song,
Prophetic places where heaven sends peace, doves settling across divine miles,
Roosting and cooing while love raises us up to perfection where we all belong.

Wading along the sacred river, from placid shallows to the deepest pools,
Waiting for an obstructed world to open wide its blind intolerant eyes,
Reticent human beings opening bigoted hearts, to live not being fools,
Perhaps with hope and goodwill, mankind might alter a myriad of carnal lies.

I don't know where we all went wrong,
Perhaps when we stepped off the promised path,
All hoping that someday we'd exist in some exquisite song,
Love wanting to find us, continually consumed by exponential math.

Just another mad Max out on the twisting highway,
We wake realizing all our beloved visions were really terror,
Burning up prudent dreams along this crooked winding bi-way,
Regarding our cracked reflections in a shattered broken mirror.

Reminding ourselves we are human with a profusion of lethal flaws,
Leaving our flawed egos far behind us, buried deep with all our fatal fears,
Destiny blindly wandering down a midnight road confined by binding laws,
A glaring sun rising above the enshrined east, washed by all its blinding tears.

In my precious dreams, enveloped by my secret world, I saw us dance together,
Kissed by a beloved nature we stood weeping in that mysterious heady space,
Mem'ries crowded together, colouring rainbow's treasured ends, forever and forever,
Staring into your dark eyes my heart finds rapture, love encompassed in that adored place.

When the grieving moon falls from the crying sky, so many unhappy sighs,
Maybe then humankind shall open its weary eyes, finding that all along,
Whether we've been kneeling and praying, even picturing esoteric signs,
God hath certainly walked faithfully beside us, humming Heaven's song.

When I'm sixty-four,
Reveling I want to lie quenched,
Naked and glimmering in the thirsting desert,
Sweat pooling ere running in shredded rivers,
Shimmering on my rippled rectus abdominis,
Dreaming lyrically composing satyr poetry,
Penned with the tip of my blistered tongue,
Nude Artemisia reclining by my brutish side,
Grinning like a Baroque paragon,
Oil and paint liberally slathered,
Splattered across her swollen canvas,
Her moist vagina dripping creativity,
Full breasts heaving with such attentive nipples,
Painted Mars red with the tip of my rigid penis,
Spattered with exotic loops and Venus curves,
Hoops of erudite words and white cream,
Artemisia's paint box laid wide open,
Wet with a wash of excited expectation,
Heated sighs of lurid perfection,
Orally emitted with auditory profundity,
Our smiling audience gathered tightly around,
Applauding each bravo stroke and performance,
Shooting stars ricocheting into the glorious sun,
Heaven throwing open capacious golden gates,
Hell unlocking demonic fiery dungeons,
All the artists and poets and doubting Thomas' and Saints,
Milling to and fro atop high shifting dunes,
Uttering sweet nothings in that heady breeze,
Heads bowed in reverence at the spectral scene,
God Himself in happy attendance,
Clapping divinely with bright comedic eyes,
Thunder bolts introducing illustration to eternity,
Allowing light and shadow into a revolving cosmos,
Entering this abstract mood,
David's hand of God descending,
Fingering every limitless nuance,
Spraying spring water shooting fountains showering faith,
Jesus of Nazareth rolling back his tomb stone,
Wishing he'd been a poet instead of an oracle,
Nailing himself to his mortal cross,
Glad that in this final reincarnation,
Christ has happened upon this tempest,
All the sin and glory of the world unfolding,
Congregated in one sacred arid place,
Blood and wine finally mixing in his cup,
Apostles kneeling beside this tempera table,
Praying light will devour the tell-tale earth,
Sin collapsing into a Holy void,
Symphony reverberating as we all sink,
Beneath the everlasting sand,
Lost cities rising up in glory,
Shining and singing into the blinding day,
Generous Artemisia and I fearlessly celebrating hope and love,
Joy having kissed us and persevered together,
Unregretfully into timeless unforgettable and shameless art.

Thunder Before Lightning

I know, you won't belong to me,
Your uncertain heart has risen up and flown,
Another sunrise, there you'll surely wake and be,
Hope has it, that seed love planted has flourished and grown.

Here I daily monk, stowed away in my hermit rave,
Still I imagine all that distant music lasting sunsets parade,
Alone I walk through my garden, solitude just outside my cave,
Reminded of brilliant moments, in yesterday's Eden where we played.

Yet I'm surrounded, confined by towering circumventing walls,
Rising high these barriers hide, every unseen mystery which lies beyond,
Red flags flutter above each lofty corner, each streamer harkening a warning call,
My imagination shall never let me truly drink, refreshed by some cool placid pond.

If soothing music could comfort me all my abstract lonely nights,
Perhaps dreams I've dreamt would carry me to some alternate lofty height,
Shackled in my prison I lie down at its very centre, quiet and so clearly contrite,
Buttery blue flutterflies gather dancing around my being, clustered they freely alight.

Love has re-invaded my restless soul,
With all that crying pain, those love things,
I try singing it away, then perhaps I might remain whole,
Yet determined love, twists the knife that hurtful brings.

It's been said that joyous love outlives rancor, and certain death,
Souls mitigate and migrate, falling free from the perfect sky,
Spirit walks hand in hand with life, encouraged by each sacred breath,
Journey 'cross a blessed ground, ere divine love ever wither and die.

There we tread spell bound, mired in some terrible darkness once again,
Chained and desperately tired, saddled for life with so many disparaging fears,
Each lonely day wishing for fragrant freedom, liberation from all this horrid disdain,
Who would have imagined o'er ten thousand years, there could be so many trying tears?

Spurred on through the lonely night, errant time gallops away with us,
Myriads of ragged loneliness framed, contained by so many jagged jeers,
Time and time and time again, life conjures fiends abased by so much fuss,
Bags full of muss dragged o'er sleepless nights into dark days, so many dreadful years.

Manacled to our pierced and bleeding hearts,
Weeping with each searing ache, penance insists pain stays,
Requiring humble eminence, for all our daily sinful parts,
Such a torrid crucible, jumbled within these costly torpid days.

Lie deathly still, ponder presence beneath summer's sombre skies,
Day dreams come and go, prophesying verisimilitude that Tao imposed,
Forecasting each flagrant fling, every act and nuance of loathsome lies,
Naked under unbelieving stars, recklessly indifferent and so very exposed. 

Blistered molds reinstate unfolding worlds,  thoughts most remarkably suffice,
Blending life with withered grass, intricately woven with unending forgiveness,
Bits of shrunken solace in these hours, compassion rests its need for altruistic sacrifice,
Upon a terse loom each warped strand clenched by divinity's rigid righteousness.

Enticed by every integral breath we take,
Starved by each and every hungry mode,
Enlightened by ordinary  journeys we make,
Treading long dusty roads, so burdened by our heavy loads.

Kicking stones, lugging all that tiresome baggage we bring,
Passing blossoming fields, where we stop to gladly rest,
Abiding worn out souls, yet Larks and Sparrows harken even sing,
Divine glory behooves each remorseless day, lest fate and trouble attest.

Colour billowing in the wind, sacred gloriously recommends,
Shaded groves of stately trees, where righteous birds nest,
Pigmented layers upon a feathered crust, which ancient sends,
Rooted and roosting freely, chanting daily prayers such a brilliant crest.

You came to me in a dream again,
Just as you have so many times in our varied past,
I know this sentimental scene, all so seemingly wrong but then,
Hopes and dreams and forevermore shall never truly last.

There can be no virtuous place for us,
Where divine good or romance forever wins over,
In fairy tales and legends midst all that rustled muss,
Where magnificent love might truly take a passionate lover.

Perfect rays of flawless sun, shines on everyone,
Unlike this plastic artificial world, all void of glories,
Filled with greedy sin and hardship, keeping us undone,
Worshiping jewels sparkling in the sky, oh lost treasure stories.

Mired in some stinking bog, such a twisted cruel world,
Where hard rain floods the land and delicate tears constantly fall,
Compassionate love is merely a dream that remains hardened and curled,
A world where battles mark death, rallying down stark alleys with a brutal call.

No matter what we genuinely feel or wish or want,
No matter what our heart seems to dream in any good guise,
Fairy tales, myths and legends unfold spent and gaunt,
An ersatz world foretells a stormy future with so many shadowed lies.

Wading and waiting along all those soothing sacred rivers,
Waiting patiently for all the world to open wide closed eyes,
All sentient beings tearing open closed hearts, become reverent givers,
Perhaps hope and purity brings good  fortune, dispells all irreverent ties.

A spark, created by our own calloused hand,
Channeled down a hardwood board, even crucial pressure,
A dried wooden stick firmly gripped, under our command,
Making fire, thus man is born with sentient good and earthly measure.

Still I'm imprisoned within this walled surround of silent grief,
If only I might rise up, fly free from this castle of correction,
Memories of you keep me tethered and grounded in my belief,
Chaste love gives us wings, so we may escape self imposed detention.

Distilled inside this divine creation, a beating heart grumbles within my being,
All my broken dreams, nothing but illusions concocted behind each towering wall,
Yet dreamy clouds drift by, thunder breaks the silence with enlightened meaning,
Still I can't fly or see as lightning blinds me, forewarning me of all that red flag pall.

You arrived like a hot July afternoon,
after so many distant years, so far apart.
I had you again, a split second, just a fleeting day,
a sliver of gold offered by the argent moon.
Romancing this divine garden,
we picked peas, snapped photographs,
spoke about loved ones,
philosophies and poems,
danced together down arbor paths,
admiring bright flowers and tall stems,
all those pulsating shades, oh those floral greens!
Sharing tales about pungent issues and prickly herbs,
so much vibrant life in that microcosm, so it seems.
Distant thunder, signaling some sweet arc,
transfixing time, segmented and transcended,
orchestrating some fine balance,
statues and art admired in this blessed park.
We spoke about blue whales and hot air balloons,
caring words long into the tender night,
comforted by that expectant full moon,
brilliant heaven appeared, near at hand,
close enough to touch, in that storied land.
I watch you, quavering,
lithe and long legs, a level match with grand,
your pretty mouth and entrancing smile.
Those blissful quivering moments,
I drink you in, your contented style,
such satisfying sweetness.
I adore you, shimmering,
your presence delights me,
yet I am uncertain in my present state,
I know I'm not thinking straight,
but truth whispers, quietly in my ear,
wishing we might fall together,
deep into some love story that dreams invite,
discover magic sparks, which true love ignites.
Standing stark still, 
steeped in the music of this precious rill,
just a delicious breeze, fluttering the Kestrel's feather,
bathed by that extraordinary buttery light.
There, that beautiful mouth, in plain view,
I want to kiss you,
those trembling lips,
pull you close,
wrapped in my two arms,
let me feel your beating heart,
melting into a conscious dream,
melodies replayed from long ago,
bordered by walls of delicate blooms,
showered in that heady garden fragrance,
awash with happiness, all those water colour rooms.
Divinity's friend, a happy sparrow, flitted by chance,
graciously landing, balancing on a slender quaking branch,
singing and bringing, some captivating ancient chorus,
warbling a splendid wondrous tune.
Joy descended, thus the world seemed a perfect place.
Yellow moon amazed, with its curious face,
climbing the wandering sky,
reaching higher, pondering love's precious pace,
not quite sure, quietly wondering why,
witnessing debatable clouds scudding by,
pink and grey across a doubting sky,
remarkably smiling, still love remains quiet and shy.
Once again you are on your way,
pirouetting with your colourful flutter,
ascending that apex, your blessed goddess mountain,
pray your angels catch you, stumble with fate or fall,
tumble into their sure and gentle arms.
Thus the day is done, time has flown by,
still such a sweet goodbye,
and once again, away you fly,
like an anxious bird of paradise singing,
colourful and free and soaring,
uncaged, as you should be too.
But a lonely heart at times,
wishing my love could catch you,
embraced by strong arms and ardent rhymes.
I know there are tears,
glistening as you softly weep,
late at night you sometimes cry,
those sad eyes steeped at times,
alone in some gentle mist,
passion hugging your needy pillow,
holding on for dear life with one clenched fist.
If only I were enough,
such a lonely heart,
chiseled from the granite tough,
parched by all that desert rough,
yet such fine treasures and memories,
such delicate bliss,
one last precious kiss,
one last flirting rhyme,
just perhaps my love,
until next time.

Disappointed

We're all disappointed when life doesn't turn out the way we had hoped,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when time ticks away and we find we are late for everything,
We're all disappointed with that,
We're all disappointed by life with all its disappointments and heartbreaks,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when that ice cream cone we had wanted so badly plops scoop down onto a filthy street right before our disbelieving eyes,
We're all disappointed with that,
We're all disappointed when the three-ring circus ends and the fun loving clowns stop making us laugh,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when the picture show we had been so excited about seeing for the first time wasn't worth the expensive trip to the theatre,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when day turns to night and the party is finally over,
We're all disappointed when that happens,
We're all disappointed when the blessed spring and nurturing well runs dry,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when that rock solid warranty, marred by planned obsolescence, ends up a sham,
We're all disappointed by that,
We're all disappointed when years of hard work don't pay off and our secure pension we expected disappears and is sucked back into the greedy corporate world,
We're all disappointed when that happens,
We're all disappointed when things don't turn out the way we had hoped,
We're all disappointed with that,
We're all disappointed when we discover things we believed to be true turn out to be false,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when that gift we had so looked forward too doesn't show up under the artificial tree on Christmas morning,
We're all disappointed by that,
We're all disappointed when that shining diamond we thought so valuable turns out to be nothing but shattered glass,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when we find out that special someone we loved so dearly cheats on us,
We're all disappointed when that happens,
We're all disappointed when our friends become our enemies,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when our mothers don't love us like we so desperately wanted them to,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when we realize all that mistreatment we received from our abusive fathers ruined our lives,
We're all disappointed by that,
We're all disappointed when we arrive home to find our home has burned down,
We're all disappointed with that,
We're all disappointed when our beloved dog is run over by a careless speeding driver,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when the buffalo and wolves are gone,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when the last prairie Meadow Lark and that last Bird of Paradise falls silent in a dead jungle,
We're all disappointed when that happens,
We're all disappointed when we find our sacred forests decimated and shipped across the ocean to another country,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when the last African Lion, Bengal Tiger, White Rhino and wild Elephant are mercilessly shot and killed by trophy hunters and poachers,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when the polluted seas turn red and pods of whales wash up dead on desecrated beaches,
We're all disappointed by that,
We're all disappointed when the specialist tells us we have cancer and only a fifty fifty chance of survival,
We're all disappointed when that occurs,
We're all disappointed when the sun doesn't shine on the weekend,
We're all disappointed with that,
We're all disappointed when that person we voted in as leader of our country turns out to be a selfish idiot,
We're all disappointed when that happens,
We're all disappointed when that individual we had thought so highly of turns out to be nothing but a low life and a criminal,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when bullets start flying in our neighourhoods,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when tanks begin plowing down broken streets and avenues we once freely meandered, not so many weeks and months before,
We're all disappointed when those horrid events take place,
We're all disappointed when bombs start falling from the innocent night sky when all we wanted in the first place was to live peaceably and to see the stars,
We're all disappointed when that happens,
We're all disappointed when life turns out to be shit when we had dreamed such sweet dreams for ourselves and the world,
We're all disappointed by that,
We're all disappointed when ships overloaded with desperate migrants sink and so many innocent souls are lost at sea,
We're all disappointed when those situations take place,
We're all disappointed that nuclear disasters occur, poisoning the world for thousands of years to come,
We're all disappointed by that,
We're all disappointed when the sky turns black and we witness our loved ones choke and die,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when our messiah doesn't return in the flesh when he promised he would,
We're all disappointed,
We're all disappointed when all those promises our saviour so fervently promised us don't come true,
We're all disappointed with that,
We're all disappointed when myth and magic end up being fairy tales and slight of hand,
We're all just so disappointed by that.
We're all disappointed when the blood running through our veins turns cold,
We're all fatally disappointed,
We're all disappointed by all these many disappointments,
We're all disappointed.

Chant "Fight!" Chant "Right!", loud shouts and more!
Tyrant war always raises its cruel head,
Arrest the world ere it reach a perilous shore,
Raging waves rush brazenly in war's ugly stead.

Cultivate your hate, anger mired in your hardened hearts,
Yet horrid hate shall punish thee and weary your fruitless ways,
Under a weeping sky goodness must surely be torn apart,
Anger troubles a tortured moon with a lifetime of hateful days.

Pray for salvation, perhaps a pure white dove,
Hope for peace and good earth, hope for the blazing sun,
Kneel and bow forever singing, searching for blessed love,
Wish radiant sunshine, for surely this ragged age is far from done.

Solicit deliverance, trust God open his mighty ear and hear,
Voracious hunters forever prey, requital hounds calm placid waters,
Condition sustains hungry predators, whales and minnows brace in fear,
God remits, covering divine ears and eyes, shirking all these human matters.

Where is goodness? Some corner where brilliance resides?
Is heaven simply some mystic myth or other daring dream?
Will virtue reveal itself, perhaps continue to cower or shyly hide?
What divine hymn can angels sing as right is swept away in a conscious stream?

Nail my stoved in head upon a monumental rock,
Rest my deaf right ear on some ancient glacial erratic,
I listened, patient as a cooing night hawk spiraling with its flock,
Quivering I sensed a nervous quaver, as Mother Earth spelled enigmatic.

On Turtle Island, this once hard shell has curled at the edges and softened,
Crossing oceans, across each vast deep bog, people waste their precious lives,
Wood ducks fall and fail, smother beneath drowned cottonwoods, the case all too often,
Plovers topple on desolate shores like broken sticks, mirroring desecrated beehives.

Gaze into the blinding angry sun, stare hard and long enough,
Miraculously an untainted blue Angel shall ceremoniously appear,
Hey Hey! Hey Hey! Blazing father sun! Resiliently pure, so extremely rough,
Hey Hey! Hey Hey! Ceremony, miracles and blue angels, forever dear.

Epiphany comes knock knock knocking,
Chanting Hey Hey! Hey Hey! Dripped like wax in this molten faze,
Holy drumbeat! Master sun invokes sacred names as he is talking,
Silent dew drops condense through a transparent evening haze.

New days surely dawn! Profundity shall mark this cosmic tale,
Reach each oceanic surge, death shall cleanse the ailing earth,
Anger and loss, frustration and disillusionment shall not prevail,
Through some mystic maze, beyond dark ages there shall be rebirth.

Power! Hey Hey! Resurgence! Hey Hey!
Oh burning sun! Oh blazing raging sun!
Chant, "Hey Hey!" Sing, "Hey Hey!",
Ceremony marks the holy path, Earth's sacred run.

Conjure good medicine, dream healing remedy,
Smudge and smoke! Salutations! Wave away all our earthly sin!
Nothing holds us back, nothing chains us to calamity,
Springs gush! Washing o'er us, delivered by some sacred kin!

Imagine depths, into spiritual deep, above the raging waves. Rise up immortal!
Take a ready stance, dance with Holy thunder! Rejoice within your Sacred heart!
Holy cows kneel before Isis with what she taught us, revealing that heavenly portal!
Worship daily for a great slaughter is coming, severing each and every physic part!

Common joy blessed, adorned with its common attire,
Surrounding nature and existence with purity and blood,
So you've witnessed calamity, the catastrophic fire,
When will war and wrath, come the final tragic flood?

Shall the devil himself dwell within you? Salvation!
Cast out hateful demons steeped in your watery mind and heart,
Such holy power! Prayers you own, like intuitive thought!  Ablution!
Yet moon and sun and stars, beloved earth, all Creation's sacred part.

Revelation stands before us, that sacred tree we call life,
Abide in holy Eden, in that garden God shall ne'er be cast out or hide,
Ra showers us with light, yet severs us from heaven with his cosmic knife,
Cloaked in darkness by the fearless night, trepidation ne'er subsides.

For the life of me I don't know how we journeyed here,
With the death of us I don't know the path, or where we're going.
So how doth this make thee feel? Why be there so much arduous fear?
Blood drips from our worldly wounds, still a blessed wind is blowing.

Nothing really matters, nothing ever matters,
Immense as the Universe, as small as a miniscule speck,
Swimming through this sea of adversity, all in bits and tatters,
Imbibing poisoned water like soda pop on what was to be a sacred trek.

Oh Holy of Holies! Crawl on bleeding knees into blessed places,
Goddess reveals lost sacred traces, midst all these pressing things,
Devils and demons desecrate the world and so many ancient places,
Razing all Earth's precious singing forests and sacred singing springs.

We are precious everything and we are priceless nothing,
We are the Universe, yet we are but a single atom in God's hand,
We fumble laughing, tumbling hysterically, we stumble crying,
Elephants trumpet roaring lions, copulating in Creation's blessed hand.

Sappho, in a single word.
Lesbian world unfurled.
Why not lesbians?
Why not more lesbians!
Population control tool, of sorts.
Reduce friction, conserve marmalade.
Love? What love? Free love?
Let lesbian love be heard and seen.
Why not more love?
What is love, but marmalade,
Without bright orange peel,
Or burnt toast, nor bland unsweetened gruel,
No butter nor margarine,
No virgin oil at all, and no pits,
But heavy on the lemon rind,
Kind of sour and bitter at times,
But desirable and best when chilled,
With pink grapefruit juice,
And other flavourful liquid or fluid,
Body juice, oral juice,
Juice from the source,
Juice from the deep well,
Juice of love and juice of mango,
Dripping wet with emotion,
But never frigid, nor glacial,
Dribbling wet through rose coloured glasses,
Running love's rampant race,
No disgrace or about face,
Out of every orifice,
Frothing like a cold soap stream,
Bubbling like a hot soda spring,
Dessert at the end of the day,
Where two legs meet,
Kissing two lips,
Cooing adoration,
Dipping and diving into pink gum,
All those wonderful lesbians,
With their flirting eyes,
Keeping toying men at bay,
Using toy men for raucous play,
Making males ponder and wonder,
If only there were more moaning than cooing.
Why all that preponderance?
Such a delight in the soft moonlight,
Bliss in the carnal morning,
Before an early breakfast or work,
For lunch and brunch,
Enjoyed during afternoon tea,
Served like, before dinner cocktails,
That hour of solace, yet fun,
When red wine turns white under the blistering sun,
Two arms entwined,
Two hearts beating the band,
Four eyes drinking in a heady atmosphere,
All that wondrous girl love,
Leaving men far behind, crying in the dark,
Male parts hung out to shrink and dry,
Like wet pyjamas,
Drenched with morning cum,
As lovers twist and twine in a columbine of flowery light,
Ne'er reminded of those horrid boys that teased them,
No appeasement in the anxious school yard,
Ere that ring of the silent bell,
Before naked puberty took its toll,
Ere diction resolved connotation,
Before lust won out,
All those lesbian hormones,
Dancing outside denoted bedroom lines,
Bare feet pirouetting across that shimmering zone,
While breasts swell with expectation,
Whilst all the stars in the universe collide,
Culminating in swaddling cloaks,
Castigating the randy snorting bull,
Castrating the anxious bleating ram,
Cavorting bad girls escaping the harem,
Counting all the pros and cons,
On one hand, then the other,
On her left foot, then her mother's right,
Only to find the Sheik's pearl eye hath been blinded, 
Plucked out and deaf to every gem,
Opposing royal emerald ears,
 Mute to every sugar daddy tone,
Yet mastery and brilliance is magnified ten fold,
By some marvelous females radiating illumination,
That men and bastards can never rightly understand,
Which torrid lust and romance will envy at times,
While the heated beast in all of us wishes was our own.

Poem for Anita

Oh steadfast sun!
Oh faithful sun!
If only friends and lovers could be like you,
Honest in your devotion, so very true,
Never ending rays, always bright and never blue.
Yet with that in mind, a kind blistering sun!
Oh sunburnt man!
Sometimes those rays that sooth, they betray all fun!
Oh blistered man!
When you finally wake and move,
Recant the day, those sordid kisses crying in some wretched groove, 
In the dark and all alone, before the coming dawn,
Standing naked, shivering under a persevering waterfall,
Realizing everyone and everything you loved is gone,
All those sun dreams you dreamt, wondrous thoughts so grand and very tall,
Ripping open your abject heart, discovering what might truly yet be there,
Mem'ries you find, worshiped bits and pieces that hope once called,
Fragments of what once was, things at times seemed so good and fair,
Still you sit pondering, under the burning mortal sun,
All alone rehearsing love poems and songs, as if some immortal cared.
Thus you woke again, wearing an expectant hopeful guise,
All that desire and optimism you frankly shared,
Blurring hopeful vision, flooding your unbelieving eyes,
While familiar rivers of words, accompanied by endless tears, always run,
Until another bitter day is finally settled and thankfully done,
Still somehow, something better dared,
While all that something, however uncertain it was,
Rested all that pain and sorrow, all those fatal flaws,
Appeasing weeping wounds, easing blistered scars, left by an indifferent sun.

Dr. Mole and Mrs. Vole - A Comedy of Fears

Creation!
Life itself!
This Universal libation!
Magnificent Blue Planet!
Vibrant! Top shelf!
Mankind, humankind!
People! Amazing people!
What an amazing find!
Genetically engineered people!
Hmmm?! Really altering reality!
Changeling gods, das ultimate plan!
Some messed up duality!
Will! Perhaps science can!
GMO organisms, GMO plants, GMO animals.
Hey! Someone's rewriting this unfolding mystery!
This is fantastic! This will be recorded in historic channels!
This will be written, digitally etched into timeless annals!
But wait a fucking minute!
This must be some kind of Agatha Christie,
No! A Darth Vader mastery!
GMO people! GMO woman! GMO man!
What the fuck! Yes we can! Yes we can!
A brand spanking new Adam and Eve!
A little bit of magic! Look, nothing up my sleeve!
Genetically engineering . . . !
Genetically modifying . . . !
Now where is that changeling rabbit that was in my magic hat?
Hey! Wait a fucking minute!
Captain Kirk! Who is at the helm of this Starship?!
Khan? Are you fucking doing the steering?!
Oh! God will be so mad!
Changing his Sacred Holy plan!
I'm quivering a bit now, this seems so fucking bad!
Oh my! Oh my goodness! Oh God! Oh woman! Oh man!
With that thought, my hand slapped to my forehead!
Oh man! Oh man! Oh man! God's gonna be so mad!
Oh geez! Oh geez! Oh pleez! We're gonna be dead!
Genetically modifying!
Isn't this black magic life like sodomy!
Isn't this some devil worshiping dichotomy?!
Take a nice ripe strand of human DNA,
With mask and gloves on, maybe blinders on too,
In some secret underground lab,
For this sordid roll in the hay!
Okay! Okay! Now just settle down!
Hey, wait a fucking minute!
Do we think God is some fucking mad clown?!
Or is science and those mad scientists,
Is that? Are they? The craziest ones around?!
Oh my! Oh Lord! Oh Good God!
Take that sacred strand of DNA,
Carefully snip it and splice it,
Manipulate fyfe, create artificial life . . .
Paint abstract lines with all this strife,
Psychedelia wades up this hypocritical stream,
Whoa! Whoa! Just hang on for a second there Mr. Scienceman!
Put the brakes on Mr. Van Gogh du Marquee Esprit with your GMO dream!
Create life?! Like our Creator has! Like God did and does!
Oh my! Oh my! My little braided mind is spinning now!
I'm feeling flushed and really dizzy!
Oh man! Oh man! Oh Holy Cow!
This is some kind of science fiction tizzy!
Oh geez! Oh pa-----leez! Just wait a minute Lizzy!
This isn't, Henry the Eighth science is it?!
No way! No way! From the tower to the chopping block,
Cutting off heads so the blood spurts gloriously out!
Blood gushing from the neck, while eyes roll, and ears still hear,
Is God near now? With all that gore and sixteenth century fear?!
Ewww! What kind of guy . . . what kind of King?!
Just so he could say the Pope was a dope,
Just so he could hatch a divorce, that pathetic captor,
His wife's severed head beginning some new variant chapter!
Toppled into a bloodied messed up basket!
So he could be King without any remorse!
Man! Oh man! This isn't soap on a string!
This isn't some dope at the end of a rope!
Seems the play is the thing!
Hey! That line has a pretty nice ring!
Don't you think?
Kablink! Kablink! But don't blink!
Or does this entire play kind of stink?
After the third act we'll all need a tall strong drink!
Geez! Rink-a-dink-dink! This ship is going to sink!
I don't know! I'm just a regular Joe!
I'm just a simple little dink, a genuine shmoe!
No mad scientist, no microscope, no soap on a rope,
Certainly no King, and I know I'm not God, or 'A' god!
For God's sake! God gave me this soul and mind and flesh and bod!
Okay, so let's just settle down, all settle down . . .
Whew! Take a big breath, clear our minds,
Maybe if we all just slow down for a sec,
Just maybe we'll realize, that we shouldn't be playing god,
We shouldn't be fooling around with DNA and sacred creation,
If we stopped  for a second, we'd understand that,
Shouldn't be happening at all,
Not in any ritzy lab or modulating station!
Oh rats! Oh holy cats!
Genetic engineering!
Weaving new life . . .
Oh good golly Miss Molly!
Who's wielding that sharp science knife?!
Who's in control?! I'm shouting, I know that now!
Okay, I'm going to try to quiet down somehow.
Take a deeeeeeeep breath, clear my boggled mind,
Ommmmmmmmmmmmm! Mani Padme Hum Ommm!
Can you hear the wind in the willows?
Is that a real scientist . . . dressed all in white . . .
With his mask and his gloves, with his keen science knife?
Everything neat and tucked in tight!
Yes! Yes! I see more clearly now!
Just give me a second so I can focus my rife sight,
My oh my! Well whadaya know! 
Indeed! It is Mister Mole!
I thought that furry little devil looked so . . . ?
Familiar! Wickedly so! I know! I know!
Look! There that little devil goes!
He's scrambled back into his little mole hole!
Oh geez! Oh geez! Oh God! Oh pleez!
Is Dr. Mole taking a tunnel down to hell,
For a conference with that master changeling hisself!
With Lucifer's autographed book of alchemy sitting high on Mole's shelf, demon devil!
So is mad Dr. Mole working secretly on some other level?
There's going to be hell to pay!
I'm sure of it! I'm convinced, this is so messed up!
But when we see how messed up it is,
Who's going to fess up?!
Who's going to say, "Oh! Sorry folks! Sorry God! We messed up! I messed up, hahaha!"
"I kind of feel sheepish now, hehehe!"
"But please don't be mad! By the way, that sheep we made,
that cute little woolly Dolly! Oh by golly! She was a sweet thing!"
"Wasn't she a sweet thing?! Oh my, suddenly I'm feeling all hot!"
"Whew! A bit embarrassed I guess, cuz I seem to be turning all purple and red!"
"Hehehe! Oh those guilty ones! Not me! No sirree!
But those others, they sure know how to spin a fine line!"
Okay! Take a deep breath and remember not to whine.
Oh my! Oh my! Now I'm feeling so much dismay!
But come on now! Who the hell is going to fess up and pay?
Who's responsible for all this messed up play!
Genetically modifying the world like some toy,
Genetically engineering a new girl and boy,
Or are those superhuman soldiers you're making?
How many souls have been lost with this grave undertaking?
Oh this is so alarming! Really  Dr. Mole, frighteningly disarming!
These experiments of yours are not even close to being charming!
This isn't like hybridizing peas or cross pollinating with bees,
Or any kind of good farming! Don't you see!
Open your eyes and your narrow profit mind,
there is no margin for this kind of rancid bargain.
Don't you see what your harming?
Or is that your true ultimate goal?
Mr. Mad Scientist Mole and compliant Mrs. Shareholder Vole,
Don't you see you're digging a huge hole!
Oh my! Oh geez! God is going to be so damn mad!
Or do you think God will somehow be glad?!
Do you think you'll get to heaven,
Where God will pat you on the back,
Tussle your hair with his Holy hand?
Say, "Good boys and girls! You've done such a splendid job!"
"Just like Steve Jobs did, him making that Iphone!"
"Oh just a sec my children, that's my ring tone, I need to take this call!"
So God is busy, taking a billion calls, toddling down the shopping mall,
And here we are lingering, down on cool planet earth,
Genetically modifying, so Colonel Handles and Uncle MacDonald,
Can have something new at their fast food venues,
A Chicktator burger, or McMooupchuck dinner on their menus,
Could be take-out, or take-away, at that fine modern diner,
With fifty different GMO herbs and GMO spices,
Don't forget that special GMO sauce that'll make the plastic seem even finer,
Looky here, that GMO food even splices and dices!
Oh united! Such gladness and happiness! Life full of mirth!
Celebrating scientific victory after profiteering victory!
But now let's just carefully measure, modifying possibilities,
How about three months from conception to birth!
What has all this done to the breadth of your girth!
Hmmm! Okay, so we've put on a few pounds.
Who cares!@Life is short!
Besides, Fukushima is still melting down, and that we can't abort,
And ISIL, well hell, those fool fanatics are still raging around,
And Colonel Handles and Uncle MacDonald and Mr. Monstrosito,
Well heck, they still need to make a big profit!
And believe me this isn't some Vatican Descanto!
But Hark! Off in the distance!
That voice, calling to us from the wilderness!
Listen intently and oh so very closely!
Cup your ear with your hand, so you better understand!
Is that some prophet, wailing in his madness!
Or is that just mother nature, crying because of her sadness!
Or some singing forest, a chorus caroling Holy songs!
Nah! You're imaging things! We're imagining some fake golden things,
Forests don't sing! You foolish twerp!
Those sounds are just distant bells and various rings,
Up on fat cat street, down on Wall street, over on Fleet street,
Where Shopmart traders get together and meet.
But still, someone's splicing and dicing,
Every little thing spliced and diced, particularly nano nice!
Chopping some GMO onions to cook up with that GMO rice!
And GMO corn, GMO rape seed, GMO potatoes, and GMO wheat.
GMO, GMO, GMO, GMO, GMO animals, a real GMO treat!
Okay! Whoa again!
How much of this messed up stuff do we need?
Genetically engineering, switching things up,
A nice shiny mirror image, of what once filled our cup,
So, creating GMO life, modifying DNA with your big science knife,
Let's see what you've done, take a close look in the mirror,
Hmmm! Not quite believing my eyes, scratching my head here,
Not quite sure if I agree with all that I see.
Okay! Another deep breath, take a closer look at what is truly there.
Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mani Padme Hum Ommm!
Live and let live!
But remember, this is the human race,
We're supposed to be full of grace,
Looking into that magic mirror on the wall,
Is there any good reflected, real good that we should embrace?
Oh my! Oh my! This doesn't appear to be well thought out,
Staring at that image, an opposite reflective view!
Live looks like evil! So fiendishly backwards!
Aren't we supposed to be traveling forwards?
Oh shit! Why didn't someone say something in the first place!
I'm panicking now, beginning to tear out my hair!
Why couldn't we see? Evil is actively motivating this race!
Geez! We should have known better!
You know! Cuz God is going to be so mad!
In the beginning, God spoke these words,
"Let there be light!"
In the beginning this was God's show!
But now! Oh Holy Cow!
We're in trouble Big Brother!
Lamenting our poor ailing Mother!
Our failing planet, this wounded earth!
She's not so full of happy, and I don't see much joy or mirth,
She's grieving for all her children,
Every living thing is suffering,
All the plants and the birds,
All the lions and tigers, elephants too,
Giraffes and rhinos,
Those few exotic whales,
Still sounding and still remarkably blue.
Mother Earth she's weeping, for all things she once had,
All the moles and the voles,
All the females and males.
Oh God is going to be so mad!
I can tell you, we haven't been careful,
God's not going to be glad!
If God comes down to earth,
Comes here as flesh and blood, in some miracle,
Wanting to talk with his creatures, like some oracle,
Wanting to enjoy a sunny walk through this jungle, His Eden!
Wait a minute! I think we need to hide our heads in shame,
Not just bury our dumb heads in the sand,
That's pretty fucking lame!
Just the same, just the same,
So we've polluted this earth,
We've saluted some obnoxious stupid flags,
Those uncaring things would have made better rags,
We've paid Kings handsomely,
Or was that payment most often a ransom? Gee!
Oh God is going to be so damn mad!
He's going to give us the finger!
Likely he'll wipe us off his map,
Cuz brother we've fallen,
Into our own damn trap!
Now we're in debt, cuz we've gambled it all away,
Now we're going to have to pay!
Pay dearly, I'm sure!
Pay with our lives!
Pay with our souls!
All because of covetous foolish kings and belligerent stupid queens,
And ignorant careless presidents, reckless governments and other greedy has-beens,
All because of grabby Mrs. Vole and dastardly Mr. Mole.
God is going to come around and find us,
When he does, he'll grind and chew us up, spit us out,
Feed us to his three headed dog that is always enraged,
While the devil squats there on his hot rock, patiently waiting in hell,
Laughing his head off, raking his ragged horns against his hell fire cage,
Basking in those infernal flames, pleading with God to let him loose again,
Ready to clamber out of that rotten bog, dragging and rattling his heavy chains,
Rise out of his horrid punishing shame, arise once again with his chastening game,
Ready to pick through all the stinking garbage, GMO leftovers and rubbish remnants,
Dressed to the hilt in Satan's finest hellfire vestments,
That inevitably, when we're gone after this critical run,
After all testaments have been spoken and are finally done,
Thus nothing but a decaying planet remains,
Void of hybrid strains or anything or anyone,
Vacant and feral, spinning 'round a morose forgotten sun.

Poems Out Of Dreams

All these poems,
Out of dreams,
Dreams writing poems,
High in the billowing clouds,
Words flying across the blue sky,
Floating over ocean waves,
Diving into the depths of the cold sea,
Where whales sound,
Discovering untold mysteries,
With King Neptune frolicking,
Swimming with shimmering mermaids,
As titanic coral reefs rise gloriously,
Pristine from the ocean floor,
All the way to the awesome sky,
Where we fly,
Yet if something refuses to fly,
It inevitably crashes,
So we must learn to fly,
So we don't crash,
Even though we don't have feathers or wings,
Even if we just learn to fly,
In our perceptive mind,
Otherwise down we come,
Gravity forcing us,
Where we crash,
Some times burn,
Some times land,
A soft landing,
Or a hard landing,
To the unforgiving ground,
All in our minds eye,
Depending on how weighty,
Depending on how lopsided,
Depending on how aerodynamic,
Our thoughts are,
How lofty our ideals are,
How full of air our lungs are,
Depending on if we are hollow,
Or if we are dense or narrow,
Down we'll come,
Falling in our dreams,
Discovering, finding that in the end,
Our story always concludes the same,
Or almost the same,
Either soaring forever,
Eventually reaching enlightenment and Nirvana,
Or descending, plummeting like a stone,
Arriving in our liquid dreams,
And slowing sinking,
To the bottom of the sea,
Realizing we are one with nothingness,
Discovering gravity has no hold on us,
We are but we aren't,
So we become Heaven,
So God wraps us in his nothingness,
So we become God,
Where we discover all things have passed,
Where Buddha and Jesus and Mohammed,
Have dwelt all along,
Beings simply like us,
In that spectral light and dimension,
Where the dream and the poem and the song,
Are all the same vibration,
Existing on the same wavelength,
Performed in the very same key,
Where nothing is nothing is nothing,
Forever more, all the way to infinity.

Dark Dark Night

Somewhere,
Deep in space,
Voices are calling us,
Somewhere,
Beyond the known universe,
Our Creator is beckoning to us,
"Step into my divine Light",
God is yearning for us,
"Open your fortuitous third eye",
Our Creator is anxious for us,
Somewhere in space and time,
A place few have ever gone,
Is patiently waiting for us,
While the good earth turns,
While the enduring moon sings,
While the vibrant sun shines for creation.
So here we are,
Immersed in all our wonderment,
Crying and weeping alone,
While all the oceans grieve,
While flocks of birds fall,
Deathly still from the polluted sky,
While humankind struggles,
Through each hour,
With broken hearts,
And soon no matter,
How much we pray,
Nurturing blessed day,
Will turn to dark dark night.

Dead Men

Dead men come to visit me,
Arriving late at night,
Even in early morn,
Placing hot fleshy hands,
Which I clearly see,
Speaking beyond the burial pit,
Where their souls have been stripped and torn,
Firmly touching my uneasy hand,
So ghostly and free,
Quietly commenting on how we're all reborn,
Serious eyes focusing from the grave,
Where one would imagine them still to be,
A look that is far from wicked or forlorn,
Oh how warm and alive those dead men's hands,
Yet as those dead men stand there,
Staring down by my bedside,
I can see that they're wond'ring,
How life is now,
Considering they're dead now,
No longer abide,
Existence as we know it,
Bathed by day and night,
Yet ethereal somehow,
They speak simple phrases,
While I lie there amazed,
Looking up at their intelligent faces,
Wond'ring if I'm asleep or awake,
Or just half dazed,
Their words are generally few,
I wonder if they'll leave traces,
After they're gone,
Departed like the vagrant light,
Once they've touched me,
Marked me before morning sight.
Was it a dream?
Or was I awake?
Did those dead men truly appear?
If so what did they take?
Am I still whole?
Or have they left me torn and in parts,
When they spoke their clear sombre words,
Did they leave some lasting mark?
Any scars or holes?
Any memorable wounds,
With their healing arts?
Again I close my eyes,
Dream of distant Ararat,
And that sacred lost Ark,
There in some ethereal mist,
In a remarkable cloud,
All standing together,
On that high mountainside,
We're gathered together,
Gazing down at the world,
All those dead men,
Standing tall and erect,
All out of their tombs,
Shoulder to shoulder,
With crowds of soldiering Angels,
So I assume they haven't lied,
As I stare at their faces,
Look into their deep eyes,
Wonder if we've been saved,
And there on that rugged mountain,
A burning bush enlightens that early morn,
All those dead men,
They're smiling,
And I know in my heart,
Life is reborn.

March Snow

Snow on snow,
Flake after flake,
Falling and falling,
Falling and falling,
Falling and falling,
Blanketing a slumbering world,
Putting us all back to bed again,
Flake after flake after flake,
All this snow on snow,
Snow on snow on snow,
Keeps falling and falling,
When spring should be calling,
Still old man winter keeps rocking the cradle,
Snowing on still frozen streams,
Flake after flake telling a snowy March fable,
All this gelid white still falling in themes,
Brisk March setting a snowy cold table,
Covering the landscape like fluffy whipped cream,
But spring should be knocking,
Still old man winter keeps on rocking,
Comforting the cradle with his cold snowy dreams.

You stare at me,
I know you're woeful,
And so very wise,
Your two pouting lips,
Your sweet delicate guise,
Sadness yearning in your deep eyes.
You say, "Don't ever leave me!",
"Don't worry," I tell you,
"I'll never leave you",
"Not in a million years",
"I'll always be with you",
I say this honestly,
Void of all those drastic fears,
All in a reassuring tone.
"I'll always be with you",
Yet still you sigh and moan.
"You'll always find me",
"Always be able to see me",
I speak those words,
In a waning light,
As swooning day,
Turns to somber night.
"You'll see me when you wake",
"And when you sleep",
"In your thoughts and dreams",
"I'll be here beside you at all times",
"Where e'er you go",
"Hand in hand",
"With a cast of dancing moonbeams".
"I'll be there, with all my poems and rhymes".
"You'll find me in far off Africa",
"You'll find me in that North Pole view",
"You'll find me on an ice floe in the Northwest Passage",
"You'll find me at the South Pole too",
"And crossing the equator, that long drawn host",
"You'll find me wandering in vast Asia",
"And on that sentient European coast",
"You'll find me on brave continents",
"In each and every strange country".
"You'll find me standing at the top of vacant Everest",
"And pondering at the deepest part of the callous ocean",
"You'll find me on the stark moon and  emotional Venus",
"You'll find me on planet Mercury and warrior Mars",
"On ringed Saturn and beautiful Jupiter with all its wondrous elevations",
"You'll find me on transient Neptune and transitory Pluto",
"And far out in boisterous space",
"Evolving in all those mysterious revelations",
"You'll find me circling bold Sirius and pert Andromeda",
"And you'll find me in your bright living room",
"In your sheltered bedroom too",
"Snuggling close to your warm body",
"And you'll find me in your laundry room",
"On that bar of soap, washing away all your gloom".
"You'll find me in your car and in your fragrant garden",
"You'll find me in that book you're reading",
"You'll find me everywhere",
With humility, I beg your pardon.
"I'll never leave you",
"I'll always be right here by your side",
"At noon and at the stroke of midnight",
"You'll find me on your morning ride",
"You'll find me when you meditate",
"And in your cognitive mind",
"You'll find me harboured in your heart and soul",
"You'll always find me, midst all the grind",
"You'll see me when you turn around",
"When you look behind",
"Trust me, I'll always be gentle",
"I'll always try my best to be kind".
"I'll never leave you",
"I'll never be far away",
"You'll find me where e'er you look",
"You'll find me shining here everyday",
Like a prayer or ray of light,
Reflected on still water,
"You'll see me perched on snowflakes",
Flying with flocks of glorious birds,
Such a fabulous wondrous sight.
"You'll always find and see me",
"In all your waking hours",
"And in your hopes and dreams",
"In all those things that are truly good and right".
"You'll always see me, always hear my voice",
"Although I am nothing but a vague and distant memory",
"Of what is and what was",
Precious things that make you cry, like heartbreak does,
"A filament of some figment",
"Imagination, walking hand in hand with mine",
"And when all the mountains crumble",
Into the deep uncaring sea,
"I'll be there, in that perilous tumble",
"Where e'er you stumble and land",
"Caressing your beautiful face",
"Kissing your pouting lips",
"Holding your cautious hand",
"While I look into your blessed shining eyes",
"And when the tired sun decides not to shine",
"And the Universe sings its final hymn",
"I'll be there with you",
"Wanting to speak, lyrics 'tween my two lips",
"Say those words, I love you".
Waiting to take you in my outstretched arms,
Bear you all the way to infinity,
Carry you to heaven and eternity,
Where Alpha meets Omega,
Where God will speak some final word,
And that last spark of sacred right remarks,
"How beautiful you were!",
"Existing side by side",
"Like two dazzling singing larks",
Where every splendid poem,
And marvelous song lasted long,
Tasted so wonderful in all that blessed goodness,
Regarding each other with our perfect attitude,
Ultimately immersed in our ocean of love and happiness,
Together sharing smiling rapturous plenitude,
With joy fusing our lonely hearts,
Just as I promised,
We'll never be apart.

The Moon and the Sun and the Stars

Take off your rhinestone mask,
Let me marvel at your sultry face,
Come closer so I might see,
Those deep dark eyes,
Suffer me to hold you closer,
Allow me to feel your perfect curves.

The moon,
And the sun,
And the stars,
A divine genuine sea,
Propensity for passionate life,
All those endless possibilities,
 Painting all our wondrous dreams.

I've always wanted to be a writer,
Now I'm just digging my own grave,
Digging and digging and digging,
Deep into the formidable earth,
Soon I'll dig my way to China,
Where I hear they have a lot of yen,
And rice and other luxuries,
Like hundreds of millions of people,
And hundreds of thousands of writers,
Writers that are digging into the earth,
Digging and digging and digging,
Deep beneath the once mighty Yangtze,
Digging for poems and forgotten stories,
Digging graves and tombs for all those dying sacred places,
That once shone splendidly above the yellow earth,
Exalting nature and mighty Emperors,
Delighting billions of Asian eyes,
Marking that wondrous Asian landscape,
Like some great wall,
Built to keep all the writers in,
And to keep another billion eyes out,
Where so much freedom has been lost,
Like so many forgotten poems and stories,
About splendid nature and magnificent Emperors.