Soldiering…

This term “soldier” or “soldiering”… it ain’t so fucking grand, even metaphorically speaking, because the metaphor connects back to blood and tanks and guns and running over motherfuckers. Just because this is used in hip hop, and therefore modern culture, doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be checked on to see if in fact a different metaphor would be more appropriate. Life itself can be hell and a hell of a thing to go through but such associations only keep you locked down in there and the next thing you know you’re dead and for someone else’s cause.

 

Raise Your Vibrational Frequency to Higher Consciousness and Heal

A Factor of Travel

catching someone in an “imperfect” moment
but then a hot woman lady jogger, she goes by,
excites the imagination.
the phone rings; someone wants
to put you in jail, and says, “I’m a bitch.”

stop screwing with me and start paying me back
a factor of travel a large man launching out of a tiny clown car
I climbed to the roof to watch the light show
to UFOs some say NO but you never know
and now look, alas, a goddamn light show

I buy books before food and eat at Food Not Bombs
we should wage another war
call it the war on cancer
a man slides up to the nick nacks in a little dance
shuffles away, goodbye you condiments

every delicate possible break sends worry
down the spine
time to celebrate another homecoming arrival
all adventure holds mileage
even getting somewhere fast
the trip home seems like forever

Malfunction

a life trying to escape from Witch Mountain
watching girls twirl their hair
everything that I have tried to say
to a distant past
faces on the crowds who are going to stay
then go away
to houses of yellow light
the distant darkness
a hand trying to snatch you
back into it
all dressed in black
I feel grey malfunction
blue left leg draped
out of the microwave
beach prison
with pleasant view
stay stuck and don’t move
the mountain view
baked and abused
slide your half pint
in front of the great tube

Resolve

I resolve to write more, and say more.
More importantly, to put more heart into
the things I say, which is what, I, and
you, owe right on back to me and you.

You can’t stop a comet on its path toward the Earth.
You have to move Earth.

The Boys of Summer

getting along doesn’t
work any more
a storm has come
and frayed the wires
the boys of summer stumble
into this old
empty house breaking
every room to pieces
the house that
lost its heart before
perhaps they were born
the house that was left empty
while they were collecting
insects in jars

Please Call Me By My True Names

Reblogged from The Wondrous Dharma:

In what is probably his best-known poem, Vietnamese Zen teacher Thich Nhat Hanh portrays the compassion that arises out of the realization of non-duality, the oneness of all things. He wrote it in 1978, at a time when he was aiding Vietnamese boat refugees.

Please Call Me By My True Names

Don’t say that I will depart tomorrow – even today I am still arriving.

Read more… 312 more words

Thanks for Your Support…

Welcome to my new readers!

Getting stronger. It’s a balancing act. It’s look at me time, tie a knot. Not a long way but far to go. Forego the process. They let her go. Sly box. Halo effect. Day to day survival. Watch that car. Work, hop on one foot on an off day. Wait willingly. Wish on a star. Wish on a sports car. Wish a whistle blowing out windows of cop car. Wish on a throwing star. Poison darts. Fake ass art cars. Thanks for your support, now watch me teleport.

Love begets love.

What Do You Want?

what do you want
want
creek eye-s
oh
hurt ouch pain
same it’s
day pile
what they say is shit
wanna beat them
with sticks
bag of rocks
nightmare tight fists
what do you want
I said
hard hearted beat down
some sorries won’t do
hope they’ll forgive you

what from
life do you really want
wish I weren’t between
the rock and a wall
almost rather’d be
starving than to see
their faces again

boss industries
a way
a way out of here
do what you can
avoid harsh words
best you can
seek some sort of divinity
what you know is what’s already
been given to you in your
own unique situation
like you are God’s eyes
taking in the sights
but still shutting at night
at bed time
dreaming
looking within

Notes, all over the place

new me old me same me crazy me normal me lazy me hyper me agitated me lonely me angry me tired me laughing me joking me smart ass me biking me writing me reading me walking me exercising me designing me talking me quiet me cooking me eating me watching me wishing me breaking wishbone me rebuilding me recycling me meditating me mentioning me getting me understanding me patient me trying me

all the layers of me. lightning strikes a tree, branch, a trunk, the tree, finished. they rev a loud, electric saw. neighbors turn the volume up on their TVs so they can hear.

solitude hunt through
photographs
poem attitude
walk that narrow path
quest for quietude
with your better half

drop the kids off
get a note back
fighting on the playground
not permissible
don’t know what you’ve been
teaching them at home
but there’s no excuse for that
just a warning for now
later this could warrant
more drastic acts

I “blooped” back into material existence
the sea of suffering
never to be seen again

the sun is so bright
the seeds of enjoyment
are here
a light breeze
Kirk says it
feels like California weather
’cept that their air feels more
“soft, powdery”
mic check mic check
the mic is up nice and loud these days
no use screaming into it
if you dont want to anyway

keep your hand out of
the light switch the fingers
the forks the knives they
wanna sneak away from whatever it was
the mother the father the grandfather
were all saying earlier
just what is the harm
in there?
why ain’t this a good place
for children?
what makes you think
I wanted to be a child
for so long anyway?
children unknowingly seek grander
perspective and look up to adults
they want to be raised by the wiser souls
even though it’s not in their vocabulary
when they’re older their role models shift
because for a little while
a small few of us can come across looking cool
doing all the same things all the rest of us are doing
walking standing shitting in a bowl putting on garments taking them back off holding our breath talking to girls thinking about the museum asking for a Nintendo from dad because we wanna build our own tracks in Excite Bike or shoot ducks out of the sky but not the dog that runs and catches them for us, he’s cool, he’s Grade A.

Drinking Water

I know about this really great product…
it’s called I DON’T KNOW

and the tremor of the knee
it’s connected to something else
what is it bothering you?
I DON’T KNOW

he posted a photograph
some monster chopped
a baby elephant’s face in half
I caught my palms
catching my face in gasps

go and shake
if you want
if you must

the soreness from the day
I asked is such work even necessary?
they sent me off
I set off on a new route
you’ve got some attitude
NO I DON’T

hello, foot pain
you were at that party
the other night, weren’t you?
okay strained so so
couldn’t squeeze much more
joy out of life once
the zombie plague finally hit
like in the movies
like on TV
like the morning papers
like the news coming
ringing a bell

you must think you’re so great
that’s the first mistake you make

images flash in the mind
as if the mind were made for that
the blind man’s insistence
to date a model
all his friends would lie to him
she’s beautiful, a looker
“yeah, aren’t ya jealous?” he’d say
they’d roll their eyes
like they were ready
to die
and ascertain stumbling around
in front yards as zombies
in eighties movies
which you can check on IMDB

losing your soul is another way of
saying that you even
have one to lose

losing your soul is another way of
saying sensitivity is lost

lost on ya
chewed up flannel long sleeve
grieve
good grief
there’s an end in sight to such needs
in flight
so naive
grass colored green
don’t be such a skeeze
please
home grown
home schooled freak
home alone prone
to tweak a sneak peek
but the plastic bleeds

into the water

you’re drinking that water

Radar (Rémi Gaillard)

Morning Poem

Friday, October 21, 2011

things wind up as they are
spread system wide
eyes sunny bright cat or owl like moon
cleavage smartly
however these guys here
never speak interestingly instead
deck, out there, sanding the deck
in the weekend
it’s a passion I guess
minute spec hidden gem
tarnations! transactions
the transgendered magazines
on the rack
that man has a nice rack
are you sure as sunlight?
mistook the hidden identity of
a strong right hook
a shame has a face to hide
the color of pride
the color purple
the blood on the emerald
red bookmarked sparrow pocked
glistening
bud in pipe
happy please