Survival

Blank-faced, I drive North

Into the Heart of Winter—

This winterized Creature, steady,

Clutching the Shaky Wheel—

I could have been Everything.

But from the day we're Born,

We humans Love to Refuse

The World, the way it is.

Like Stone, it rolls Shut—

Like a Switch, it turns Off—

And we always know the Potential

While relying on the Kinetic—

We dig ourselves into our Holes

And write our silly Songs,

Hoping to Escape to the Place

Beyond, Words and Time—

Warmer than any Embrace—

Beyond the Paradigm of false believers—

Deeper, than any Conversation

Could ever be, without collapsing in on itself.

Oh how Sick we are!—

But Winter drops the Purest Whites—

Lethargic Ice freezing our Sickness

Into a thick, heavy, limp Sleep.

Soon, it will be Spring—

We Sink into the Dream,

Of Rising—

With The Sun, Once again.

Broken, Not Beaten

You Fool!—

Look how Stupid you've Become!—

You used to not know what would Happen—

And didn't Care!—

But now—now, you know!

And Care too much!—

Pathetic!—

Look at you!—

Spending all your Time

Going on and on about Everything—

When Nothing, 

Is what you Forgot to Remember!—

You will Learn, you will Learn—

And it will be the Last thing you do

That Counts—

Toward a Sum too Large to Measure!

        ...Idiot!—

Those who want More

are doomed to boredom—

to disappointment—

that Second Helping

is never a surprise—

Those who want Depth?—

Crippled in the Shallows!—

where the Plenty flourish & frolic

freely, without Injury—

Now, forbidden their Danger,

Seekers are Exiled!—

closely scrutinized—

by fearful eyes

behind veils of worry—

Forever—

Allowed only Crumbs & Puddles—

the incidental stains

on mandatory uniforms

reluctantly worn

are the only signs of Originality—

Humiliation!—

but they call it Humility—

those who want More,

are Doomed.

Orbital Possibilities

The Thoughts from Night

Try to Darken the Day

As Closed-Eyed Comfort

Wakes its Way

Into the Sea of Memory—

While Sunkissed Thoughts

Habour the Night's—

Combining and Binding

Orbital Possibilities—

Beyond The Crystal Lake (part one)

A Parasitic Attack of Pink Balloons!—

 Marching—Stoic, to the drums of Death!—

  the Stomper's swollen, bleeding feet

   shred and bruise as Carcasses Spoil—

    then shovel themselves up

     off the Sagging, Filthy Pavement—

The Stench is swiftly Swept away

 by Unreasonably freezing Winds—

  Collected into thundering, Seething clouds

   Anxious to spill sulfuric acid

    upon all those Brave enough to still be Alive

     with Exposed and Broken Skin.

But we have our Doubts, lots of Doubts—

 they say crouch Low, be Invisible & Silent—

  as we're Guided with Intricate Devices

   into Arenas—the Fights are about to begin!—

    and the Fights both Excite and Tame.

And the Rain is so Numbingly Cold, 

 even substantially mixed with Tears—

  but still not as intolerable

   as being eaten alive by maggots,

    Alone,

     in some dark, muddy Corner—again—

And many, are still in the Prisons—

 trapped, afraid, and burning alive—

  the fires of Hell still raging beneath—

   no—Earth will never be depleted of Misery—

    it has Proven itself to be quite Complete.

And they say Heaven is beyond the Crystal Lake,

 beyond the moonlight's gentle Reach,

  beyond even, the dimmest Star, oh—

    but I have my doubts, lots of doubts...

     in anyone's Ability to Surrender Peacefully—

With Hearts all mangled and tangled—

 constricted to irregular and tiring

  intervals of beating and non-beating—

   and the Gods of Poetry have already called 

    the winner's name to habitually accept

     the ham-fisted Knot of Love—

      and Look! a signature is already there!—

       under the unbroken wax seal—

        and it is ours!...

They say Heaven is Beyond the Crystal Lake,

 beyond the Wake of our own Reflection—

  beyond the Drop and its Circular Ripple—

   beyond every Swimmer's ability to breathe—

    but they've never once mentioned

     what's Asleep at the Bottom—

      waiting for the Chosen—to Fatefully Enter,

       the Storied, Crystal lake...

Kisses Linger—

Smiles—Laughter—

Oh these Hands!—

How they Remember!—

The Heartbeat Hurts,

The Brain's in Pain—

Welcome!—

To Existence!—

Words are Said—

And Promises Kept—

At the Expense

Of an Innocent's Sanity!—

What Matters Most?—

Is Superior of Words—

Still Hiding—Inside Me—

Only Everything (pt.1)

I went for a Walk some years ago

   And never have I stopped

Even once to take a breath

   For fear that what is not

                    ~

Immediate, may soon remove

   Itself from Journey's Path

Which somehow found a Way for me

   Even though I forgot to Ask.

Forever, is a Series

    of Moments—

Collect them All—

  Invest in Time—

Cherish, each Expense—

  Then Eternity

   Will Pay a Visit—

When You least Expect it—

The Dance of Shadows

Behind Closed Eyes

The Shadows Dance

To the Music of Eternal Sadness

The Organ Reaches

For the Sound of Life

As it Echoes across the Valley

The People—Flat—

Ageless and Blank—

Their Stories not yet Written

And then the Scene—

Remote—Serene—

Vanishes, like it never Happened

But the Music Wades

And I hear Her Drown—

Beyond the Present Dimension

And what She Knows

Belongs to Shadows

Dancing, in Perfect Unison—

The Lake is Glass

The Sky a Mirror

The Moon, Silent, Reflecting

All that Is

And ever Was

Dancing, slowly, Dancing—

A Conversation With The Forgotten Recluse (translated from ______)

...Sir, I have come very far, for I have heard that You are the One

whom Nobody Understands.

I heard you were once a great Musician, composing Songs

Nobody could Understand; sung in a Key Nobody could hear.

...Sir, I too wish to compose Music, but not sound that generates Outward,

no—rather, sound Gathered from All things and directed Inward,—

I wish to Live in this Song, but have not been able to build it—

Most seek Houses for Shelter. I seek Music. Can you help me sir?

"Love is the Fuel of the Universe–

without it, we become weak–

we lose our balance and Fall, 

for we are Upright Creatures.—

Love is a Forest.—

One need only look Through the Trees

for both proof and Inspiration—

The forest does not look outward

for strength or fuel—it Is everything—

everything it needs to conquer,

succeed, expand, and prosper.

It does not question the Fire

But allows and forgives

while standing proud and sure, 

of its regenerative Power.

"Life is suffering" say the weak—

they have lost their balance

and crawl, seeking Pity while

forgetting their past laughter.

"Yes" say the Upright 

"for without suffering,

there can be no Love"—

we all draw water from the same Well

and water weighs the same

no matter our Strength.

We are Vulnerable, just as the Forest—

As All Life—as Love.—

Accept, Allow and Love also This.

The Barren Land Loves the Forest

For it knows it is coming—

The Forest does not Pity the Desert

but sees Opportunity.

The Forest does not curse the Fire,

the Tornado, the Deluge, nor Draught—

but understands, accepts, and adapts.

The Forest never loses sight of its Goal

for its essence is 'Goal'—

Attention and Intention—

This is Love.

Let it Bloom.

Let it Die.

Let it Transcend....

We All Embody Love

for by it, we are Born.—

It is nothing we must seek out, 

but realize, wait for, and accept. 

Nothing else has ours.

Nobody else has ours.

Every life-form has Purpose—

It is Universal Law—

Even momentum has purpose—

crawling slows our momentum

accelerating Decline.

Weakness then, makes room

for fear and isolated suffering

to form clouds and cast shadows—

when we, as the Forest—

Love the Sun but do not expect it.

The Forest is Memory

it is a scavenger

that squanders nothing—

the forest has many long arms.

We are not the only Forces in the World

Thus we understand and accept

Life's Challenges—

reluctance is weakness,

Doubt is Ignorant

And Fear is unharnessed Potential.

Fire, Clouds, Hunger, parasites—

to understand all is to Love,

and Love is the Net

to all Condition's Pitfalls."

Bedtime Story #27

The Night takes Flight Inside The Mind

  Above these Starry Shores—

Look!—Up there!—are All The Thoughts—

  Just Waiting, to be Yours!—

And there's The Dream You Were Last Night—

  Still Soaring,—all along—

As Sleep lies Waiting, with Curious Eyes—

  Hoping, to Write Your Song—

And the Day is Done,—what You've Become

  Lies Here, right on this Bed—

And All you Were, or Ever Will Be

  Is There, Above Your Head—

And Darkness Hides the Full Potential

  Of even the Brightest Mind—

And that is Why, we Close our Eyes—

  To Seek, is not, to Find—

The Human Brain can Feel no Pain—

  Much Smarter than The Heart—

As it does its best to keep us Sane

  When Living's, done its Part

To Crush the Heart with Gravity

  Too Heavy to be Measured—

While the Ceaseless Beating keeps us Breathing

  And The Murmur, Slyly Stifled. 

On a Central Plane

Lies Imagination—

Direction has no Place

And the Dream last night

Quietly Escaped—

Leaving only a Partial Trace

For Where it's Born

It must Return—

And There, it All Remains

For in the Sky

Lies Everything

Consciousness, Contains.

Entrance

Always Finds Time

To Lead

The Exit Away

From the Forward Motion

Of Desire.

That Light we See

And Distance Felt

Is How we Place

Ourselves.

The Possession

Demon!—Rid me of this Burden!

Rid me of all Desire!—

Of all Thought!—

It is of no Use! I am of no use!—

I am not Here any longer!—

I cannot go on waiting for Nothing

To Happen, or not!—

This Slow Death called Life.....

—It's Dead!—

I now Live and Thrive

Behind the Impenetrable Walls

Of Death itself!—

Where All is Born and Re-born!

—Yes!—

I've accepted my Decline!—

Into this repulsive decadence!—

This Controversy!—

This ridiculousness!—

I indulge in excesses of every kind!—

Addiction!—Obsession!—

Infatuation!—

Yes! Yes! Yes!—

More!—MORE!!!—

The Ocean Overhead!?!—

The Abyss Below!—

Both have become too Loud!—

I have gone Deaf and now,

Somehow I've grown New ears!—

My Dreams are Disturbed, stressful!—

I lay half awake all night,

Floating in and out of some other Hell

Besides this one!—

I have no Desire—other than to sleep!—

But I'm unable to do even that completely!—

I've been pacing anxiously,

Behind black curtains—waiting,

—Waiting for what?!—

Oh Leave me alone!—

Please!—

Why me?!—I am not the one!—

...I need a hobby...

Oh, but hobbies bore me to death!—

I would rather die from confusion than boredom!—

I would rather Suffer! why?!—

Leisure without purpose—

It's Death!—

Inexcusable death! Irresponsible death!—

NO!—something is Important and it has ME!—

It is not important the why......Focus!—

Have I gone Mad?!?—

I've already done everything I know to do—

Everything that I can think to have in Place, 

Is in place!—

AH! I am missing something!—

That's it!—

But What?!?—

I am climbing, yes—did I forget my Shoes?

Was I Trying to get to a point high enough

So That I may bolt on my wings and Fly!?—

AH! where are my wings?!—

They are stored away—

Why did I take them off?—

I was tired, yes!—I'm beginning to remember

Singing rearranged folk songs in Flight

Upsetting my stomach...

Ah!—my perception of the Present

is tainted by my assumptions of the Future!—

Where is Ground Zero?

What world is real anymore?!—

What I thought I knew has been 

Replaced!—

By Memories!—

Oh!—how can I trust the Past?!—

Is it not tainted by the Present?!—

Only when we are Invisible

Is anything able to be Seen

For what it really is!—

Can anyone see me?!—

—No?!

—Excellent!—

Oh Alcohol!—bring me Words!—

A sign of the New World!—

A revolution!—Fuel for the tired Engines

An epiphany! A revelation!—

A new obsession!—a new infatuation!

New eyes!—A new mind!—

New Blood!—Put the Beast in front of me

And let me at it! Give me something!—

Something to, Fear!!!—

Yes! I have become fearless! careless!—

There is no danger here in this Garden!

Show me the Devil himself!—

Or Herself!...ah!—I have seen them!—

But they are not really Devils!—

No!—Men like to fear what they cannot 

possess!—

Oh I digress!!!—

Oh but they do fear God yes!—but look!—

They worship God!—For they have created Him!

As a pet I tell you!—and thus many men

Prefer pets as wives!—

But no!—Women are Angels!

Angels I tell You!

Ah!—but how quickly they can turn!

—Like a Switch!!!—

Moody Demons!—

But you cannot blame them!

You Demon!—

Leave me be!—

I am not Mad!—

And this is why!—

This is why we put ourselves through Hell!—

We could never be above the heavens,

And we refuse to be equal!

So we choose to be below!—

And beg for mercy! for forgiveness!

We beg to be saved!—

Ah! no!—I am not talking about Christ!—

This is too much!—Too Much I tell you!—

Show me what awaits for me 

Should I stay Here!—Here,

In comfortable, incomplete, vague Hell!...

...You taunt me, you tease me with a task

Then leave it for me to figure out what!?—

How cruel!!—yes!—Aha!—

Anger!—

I can use my anger!!!—

I'll get out of this, you Demon!!!—

Ha! I have tricked you!!!—See?

Do you see Demon?!?!—

I am in Control!!!—

I am in Charge!!!!....

...the Demon, smiles to himself, 

  and turns calmly away—

    content with his work,

      and patiently waits

        for yet another Artist

          to transcend their own Art—

...to lose themselves....

           and be resurrected

into the eternal purgatory of Existence...

..."Antennas of the Earth!—

          Give Birth!—

     To Empyreal Signals!—

            Dying Eternally

                         while Waiting

           For their Receivers!"...

A Thought is Worth a Lifetime—

  A Feeling, yet Another—

The Secret to Eternity,

  Is Intensity's Endeavour—

Leave no Thought Abandoned—

  Leave no Feeling Alone—

They will Show you, if you Allow

  Yourself into Their Unknown—

How to Forbid your Present Fears

  From Drowning out Latent Love—

To Forever Think & Feel Intensely—

  What Lies Beneath, can Rise Above.

And Listen Closely to the Silence—

  Feel the Beat of The Hidden Heart—

Remember the Music not yet Made,

  And Watch all Ends, Become a Start.

  

Availability is Kin to Ability—

  In order to Express, we Must

Be There for, the Thing that Wants—

  Regardless of Time or Place.

To be Busy, is Kin to Inability—

  We'll miss what could've been Known—

While Ignorance is Bliss to some,

  Others, it will Never Own.

Count the Years—

Not the Months—

For Weeks are Lost

Each Day we Stop—

To Clock the Hours—

Or Calendar a Box—

A Minute is Wasted

Every Second We Stop.

A Portrait of Two Nights

Angels are Asleep Tonight:

There is no Moon,

And the Tide is Low.

A Town shuts Down,

All gets Quiet—

Windows grow Dim with Exhaustion.

                ~

Demons are Awake Tonight:

Stars are Hidden,

And the Water reeks of Sulfur.

A City Becomes Busy,

Sirens Wail—

Flashing Lights, Seize the Streets.

A Haiku Experiment/Distraction—

Women Are In Charge

Follow the Current to Death

Do not Wonder Why

                ~

If You are Lucky

A Precious Gem will Find You

Keep it in the Light

                ~

Autumn's Love Fell Slow

Its Dying Leaves Mimic Snow

Bold enough to Freeze

                ~

Art Can Save A Life

If its Intent is as Pure

As its Origin—

                ~

Love—is not Human—

We are the Result of It—

Look!—at that Sun—Shine!—