This page holds a chronological offering of a few of my poems... more to come.
Yet my emptyness still sought release...
Hoping the potential of Heaven
is consciousness
In the fullness of her memory
CARDIAC DE-CONSTRUCT - For Schopenhauer (1990)
There are women running around/a part of me for their own;
My hearts'
essence
Theirs' to have
I gave this to them happily
I dont know if or where, what used to be me, is kept
I get the feeling
some is atrophied
Butterflied with pinned wings
While some is snug,
cherished,
Tucked in at night
Often I feel my heart is whole and huge and strong
Nothing is missing, I
am full of trust
On my own two feet I walk the Earth
This may be a little thing to a world making History,
And old hat on TV
But in a life still beating with the pulses of our universe
In the
blameless tick/tock of constant change
It makes me feel
What has been given,
Is just fine
As it is
STUNNING CATS & DOGS - for Hector (1993)
I am not a cat person
I am a dog person
I admire cats, because...
it is, I think impossible to stun a cat...
Still, I love the way dogs
respond to life!
Once my dog did a double-take, when,
he first saw me
after being away six months.
Maybe his nose had given no clue,
but he
was stunned.
Once when I awoke very late,
he pranced around me, mewling and yipping
Looking at him, I asked "you want out?"
"Uh-huh," he sounded human!
I let him out...uh-huh!
A cat wouldn't have needed, or wanted
to be
good enough,
to wait until it's need was great enough
to communicate
beyond it's cool ways.
The dog spoke to me,
I did a double take, stunned.
TRAVELIN' TIME (Constant Change) '99 (For
A.T.P.et.al.)
Though I know the stops before announced
This train I ride so often
from the city, to the city
Tenders a feeling of travel without routine...
Winter's bare trees
Open spaces
Yielding unremembered vistas
Even on crowded runs
My seperatness is not encrouched upon
As I am
only vulnerable to my own fate
I don't feel this in a jet, with it's massed
rush of condensed change...
How many lives to sojourn with?
Such beauty in our human diversity!
Some welcomed getting off
Others come on, departing...
How
long to be missed?
So I think of other trains to other places
Worlds apart, yet with no more magical names than Metuchen, Newark,or
Manhattan
Trains evoking sweet rememberance of a shared humanity
Labor strikes making the routine London/Saint Albans commute a jolly/bloody
adventure
Hopped freights in Montana, under the big sky
Along the
sparkling Yellowstone river,
Saint Cloud to Spokane...open box car free as
air
Or on olden narrow gauge
Through rice-paddy by Borobudur, Java
Through jungles near Limon, Costa Rica
Through the dusts of Mandalay
After the jungle was gone but it was still Burma
No seating, crammed, down the boot of Italy;
Then back up on snore-laden
sleeper, Brendisi to Paris
Or,ahh, first class slumber; Krung Thep to
Singapura via Kuala Lumpur
Luxuriant with a full moon down the Kra Isthmus
In tempos of furthering and rest
At each cross-road halting
Station after station
I've ventured out into most of these places
With memory holding my youth
Spiraling away in ever vaster realms
of accelerating time and space
Only my mind's extended grasp is worth the fare here
Wherever I am
bound...
FOR THE 2K POETS: (1999)
(YES We Have NO)
Step right up for the Millennium of the Millennium !!
Buy it on
time
Get it on time
Step RIGHT up, don't be LEFT out,
Get DOWN with yr
bad self, it's UP to you,
Any excuse for a party!!!!
Let's dance, let's rock out!
It's happening in Our life times... any
day
Now!!
Don't miss this chance to BUY/SELL, BUY/SELL,BUY/SELL...
Have you been wanting all your life for this ?
Your time on Earth is
already -
A fine deposit
For this cosmic prelude to the Future
Forget that "dust To dust" stuff
NOTHING HEAVY !
EVERYTHING LIGHT
!
The only CONSTANT, is CHANGE !
Even though it is really our LAST year
(Of 2000) we are celebrating
Not
the FIRST of another..
How many ya figure we got LEFT?
Even if it was
Constantine
Switching Apollo/Mithras' big day
For Christs'...
RIGHT?
Even though in most calanders it's just another day...
EVEN if it seems very ODD
There is yet Tet
The year of the
Dragon
Rosh Hashana
Ramadan
& the end of the Mayan world in 2012
Any excuse for a party
Or use for
marketing
SOMETHING...
What!?
NOTHING Else On Your Apocolyptic
Calander?
Apocolypse means Revelation not distruction...
Got Any peace of
mind?
Wanna piece o' mine?
Gimme dat banana!
WEEKEND BLUES (2000)
Far from New York City
Grandchildren laugh
Through eternally blue sky
weekends
Their symphony of love falls into
Mondays' open breifcases...
SELF-ISH (to S.Pagones)
How ... discribing yourself as kind,
Skulking behind phrases through which most can see
lieing through girlish
harp-shaped lips and churlish smarm
Posturing as if oozing charm, butch as
only a closeted sadist can be...
You desire The World to be blind.
While the true picture of you only your victims and abeters can frame
(Billy Stanton, Wojo, and Pappy ...took no heat; poor little Stephy took all
the blame),
But maybe yr ex & yr girls know as well...
Did you play in there
feces too? Do you think that they'll tell?
Or did they leave you 'cause you rape black children, foreseeing your Hell ?
Thousands know what you are and soon millions will!
Still you wish the
world to be blind.
And The World just wishes to leave you,
and your ilk...
behind...
HAIKU
Crook'd limbs soar up
Emphatically alive
Over scarred bark
KIDS THESE DAYS
Blue as sharks
Armored with silence
Through oceans smelling of ink
Children get what they want
Like pages torn from a book
Scavenged
with impulsive
Needless greed
The real meal obfuscated
By a hunger
for things out of context...
The tome that life tenders
Barely scanned by the sonar
They call TV
CICADAS-
Free from cocooned sleep
Cicadas chortle their quivering sound
Soporific, trembling, insistent
The very sound of desire...
Listen.
HEAVENS
In Heaven
Peace patiently happens
Elsewhere
The Sun will time the
planets' changes
And stars beyond sight
Wait for life
NO DOUBT
I am Summoned
to your love
Where visions of rapture
are
imparted...
And desire carries me
past sentinels of doubt.
EARTH DAY
Bright as hope
Reflected heat
Mocks fickle desire
Betraying a world
We never repay
BE HERE, NOW
Consciousness...
(once it is extended beyond our will,
suspended in
the eternal present),
does attest...
A moment of time is always
Now...
For stars-
crossed beyond the planets
time happens
elsewhere
The sun changes patiently.
Look...
The moon floats
calm as anything.
- MATURITY-
When memory lends us compassion
through exposure to elements and fears.
Ignorance is forgotten like childhood...
Our humanity becomes mature
Time will nurture a mellowing
We'll become Earthlings
equal under the
stars
A gift taken for granted
not long after it's ours...
- MILES: (for Bob-san)-
Long clear notes
blended from time-mellowed brass,
cool blue lips
(puckered & dented like a wizards' brow)
and soulfull, resonances
gleaned from celestial vibrations...
Notes torn from silence
like berries from a branch
chosen ripest and
sweet-sour
Expressing messages plaintive as a lost bird,
or the doppler
whine of a far away train...
Catharticly fused with electric urgency and verve
Blurting through
textured rhythms,
kaleidoscopic psychedelia
or coalescences of
proto-world-beat
grooves with hard as rock-steady blues
Gone... so far
gone
man, gone...
& too freaking soon....
-CREATIONISTS' BOOGY-WOOGY ( A Sonnet)-
So, why can't God be a big-bang, a constant in change?
And how can only
your "good-book" hold all of truth?
Or do these conceptions strain and
derange
Your erroneous ideas, so long in the tooth?
Dancing to tunes long since out-dated
Having two lefts,while dragging the
right
Sweet celestial spheres' harmony negated
Like a hapless seperation
of rainbow from light.
With graceless will,slam-dancing a two step
You reel to a stomp and waltz
to the twist.
Silly curmudgeons having lost all of your pep
Believe what
you wish, ignorance is not bliss.
Once, Galileo was tortured for believing-church dogma unwise,
But now
even the Pope has given creedence to his eyes.
KKKmen, (pigmy 'gators)
(to:Gary Wojohoicz,Lee,Denis, W.Stanton,
S.Pagones -KKK cell of Poughkeepsie)
Predatory hate-blind/half-brutes; foolish with soulless contempt...
Spewing hollow menace from behind yr chicken-shit-duck-blind-
With
narrow eyed/narrow minded hill-billy myopia...hissing in the wind.
Yahooing ignorance with silly glee of demented children...
Wallowing in
excrement...filled with the barefoot longing of neglected babies.
Anachronistic clan of clueless clucks
Squirm in your hutches, now open to
the world,
Your "leaderless cell" is simply mindless...
You are homophobic/homosexuals; how twisted is that?
So, genuflect to
your burning crosses and schwatzstickas
What you believe are mere lies.
You have no future!
What you think no longer matters
you have
foresaken your humanity.
We, your victims that live, have grown,
we are still human...
Maybe
more so for the suffering, yes,Transcendent!
Our world is of Love and Grace,
Here, there is no place for you.
Pity is the best you may hope for in
this world-
God in heaven knows your deeds,
so forget about the next.
MY COMPASS,KARMA, AND JUST DESSERTS
Compassion is my compass
The Polaris of my soul
Arcing dipper filled
with Buddha-nature
Spills love like caramel
over the nutty kharma of
polemics...
Still I scream:
Passions are passing-
As if tied to the moons' phases
Ebbing & flowing with the blood in our brains!
Love's gravity holds
us together!
Serious as an attack-
I point to my heart,
that holds life rich in sympathy
like Pi holds
secrets
rich in symetry
I point to your heart...
Drawn to the true North of my own being
by the light of reason.
each
night's wholeness tenders revelation:
Molicules are shared among us all
in air, water, death and chocolate
Please, have a taste-Le Chiam!
bitter-sweet
or suger-coated
Life
is to be shared
and each of us gets, yes,
our just desserts.
TEMPTATION'S JOY (2001 - For J.)
When, across it's self-consuming flame
passion's frenzy promised
my
tranquil heart a tempered reach,
I found you waiting...
When, all I knew mattered little
discovering you, formed a reality -
magical, with intimacies too tender to describe
yet shared in warmth,
still lingering...
When, I remember my skinless sense
that my being... linked me to
infinity-
before flesh found it's own reasons,
my will had no meaning...
When, I act wisely, my will banishes desire.
this void fills with serene
light,
fading the surface charm of things.
yet I long to share this
also...
When, our longing & some cosmic design unite
is there enough reason
in the world to doubt?
Harmony may find us listening;
for truth's appeal
we may hear, finding our way...
to each other
SUMMER
Heat waves shimmer on the rise
Breezes
ripple tall
grass
B-bang! the screen door again & again
clink porch chimes...
(sea shells and bamboo from far-off places
once precious to long-gone
natives)
I watch prairie hawks
lofted in the thermals
then tuck&swoop on
field prey
At night it's the owls, with silent wings
in darkness that feels deep as
the Titanic
Everything seems slow
I know the air will remain quiet, mostly
'till
the geese come back in the fall
WAYFARERS
The dawn lifts lake mist
revealing blue skies
beyond
are
mountains under dragon/clouds...
but first we must cross
So we leave well water behind
out of the courtyard
A gentle wind at
our backs
seeking the magic turtle covered in ancient runes
there are no
secrets
only a need to open our eyes...
