the specter was child
and they dreamt a mystery
i listened and learned

the constellation
was formed i see the image
forever mirror

the self created
demons can be self destroyed
pyschology 1 0 1

there is peace of soul
wherever the heart wanders
no journey to far

the generation of knowledge
a task an event a time period
birthed in ignorance
no future thought just now
over and over creation here
the window of memory closed
on the thousands who first
built fire understanding nothing
except burnt fingers smokey eyes

the answers we seek
are within as the questions
that form in our mind

can there ever be
more positive expression
consciousness than you

one of the poets
on planet thinks their shakespeare
which on is it   ha

its all a matter
of an emptiness that falls
up to a nothing

I charge to apprehend

          the journey of a wheel

                    for the exhilarating chemicals

                              of crushed toes

dark is not faster than light
   it is everywhere always

      yet

the dark is negated by light
   always forever everywhere

i am absent just
not empty not gone
when empty not gone

when i reach
the end of my journey
i will tell you

i am not teacher
you are not ignorant mind
you create meaning

the most important
thing in life keeps on changing
which is important

the son comes at night
the sun is a holy fount
electric shakespeare

there is a something
that i want and want and want
it makes me blind now

haiku 22/1/9

common stealth of a
dream moving to the hidden
i awake to soon

the simple folk surround me

the terribles astound me

i wonder which i am some times

and walk among the free

full oblivion
and absence of consciousness
i am i am

dog  dog breath  dog ****
smells like security now
in days of our need

"Clouds of Thought"

The muse arrives with familiar ease
And illumines the realm of inner view.
Quietly births a soulful breeze
Forms clouds of thought in purest hue.
How lifted do I tread and plod,
Humble receptacle, servant of God.

Each mortal frame a joy contains
That soothes the soul and heart to find.
A healing balm for worldly pains
A heavenly cleft from beastly mind.
Oh, how honored do we tread and plod,
Humble receptacles, servants of God.

"We"

I know my share of troubles
        I own them all today
Its a price we pay for breathin'
        And its each in his own way.
No runnin' from the pain now
        There's no place left to hide
When the weight of life is heavy
         I need people at my side.
With caring hands that hold me
        To help me through the day
And a warm and human shoulder
        As I cry my blues away.

Our pain is not the devil
        Nor a hated curse of man
Its a common tie that binds us
        Through the colors, creeds and lands.
Now some have trouble walkin'
         And some are halfway blind
Yet we can help each other
        To a gentler state of mind.
We know our share of troubles
        We own them all today
We can let go of many, and
        Live through the ones that stay.

i see a litle corner of red
and my mind ignites infinity
aided by the history of mind
mechanics oh so magnifiscent

the progress is progressive
the power is for sure
the mind of men is future
again again so intensive

i am ignorant of what has been
i see not the past as manifest
but i am here now thinking
the dead are the masters

the crickets in the
night out the window create
patterns of peace mind

i dream of a day
when pain shall no longer be
oh so like a child
my mind grasps blindly

"Work The Slow Work"


Work the slow work of diligent accomplishment
In the only now that does exist
Chimeracaly  no forced coercion can prevail
Relatively we bend and sway and break with fads
Hatred commercial excitations selfish desires
****** reflexive static cyclic molecular physics
Birth death birth death birth death
Ultimately i do not understand          therefore i am

the dogs of life they
they tell me what to do please i
want to be of pack

woman and man tools
of freedom stand and be true
you say you say you do

A wonderful life is not coherent
No linear course can span the all
From 20 till now, a course unimaginable
Yet hear we are, compassion trying to express itself
        despite the illusions.
Forgiveness is not a lie, to stop is to stop
Therefore it has stopped, a comfort of feeling.
The journey is my road, traveled by me, and
Everyone else in the space/time/mind continuum.
I am the sole owner of love, as i am the sole owner
        of fingernails.

Giving up the honey on the razor
Blade      for the nectar of the mind      giving
Up the honey on the razor blade      for
The nectar of the mind      giving up the
Honey on the razor blade      for the nectar
Of the mind      giving up the honey on
The razor blade      for the nectar of the
Mind      giving up the honey on the razor
Blade      for the nectar of the mind
Giving up the honey

Long ago i saw you
Altogether      one      walking in my head
You were stabbing yourself in the arm
With a knife
I was eight years old
I loved you then      totally
Beyond conditioning      totally
Beyond words

angels of heaven
torture a mind to persist
in the realm of god

do you walk upon
water the exigent wet
do fishes know swim

the water is low
the sun  beets down forever
all  frogs to sleep

not a leader but
sideline observer
happy revelation

empty black beans can
full of cigarette butts the
smell is unnoticed

the devil walks the
shores of a deep black ocean
my mind is the cause

Airhead

airhead,be airhead
airhead,be airhead

wondered what i's gonna be
slept till noon, memory

fleeting lost, don't remember
what's the cost, forever never

called a friend, wasn't there
been a lover, and airhead

pay you back, in next life
kiss my ***, it don't exist

can you be, a memory
after death, i do not see

airhead, be airhead
not an orbit, no no no

orbit better than i know
cosmic man flying free

earth bound me, misery
call it all i do not see

bean to heaven, been to hell
just some word's, in my skull

no place running, no place hide
no big choice, live or die

who are you, see you near
do not care, why you're here

just like you, live or die
cosmic blister, in my eye

let's get free tonight
let's get free tonight

let's get free tonight
let's get free tonight

Oblivion!!!!!!!

sept.22,18

residue of thought
my life resounds
in my head
a circular

the circle complete
squirrel foot prints in deep snow
blossoms memory

haiku 22/6/16

i see a pale horse
grazing on grass in field so
peacefully

1,000 yrs ago is nothing in the
  tower of when. Standing on
a rock 2 million years past.

The future is present and
   the present is last.

bean thinking bean trying creating some song
don't know where my mind is be
what can i do for you know wrong
here is a piece of holy me

oh where are you going oh i shout aloud
oh where is the silence of the sea
it's not here i swear my wonderful child
no treasure's found in me

you are the source of penultimate heart
i am the source of knowledgeable free
where is the limit of what we can be love
what is the limit no limit i see

here is a time of again and again
nothing is happening new
cross the river we travel a far long
good night sweetheart i know your love

saw was if fi not ton
a soldier a child a serpent mild
**** lik crap parc fell lef it ti
a man will grow and be

the world folds into
unconscious mind which sends dream
to ego center

"Wet Green Rock"


The wet green rock
That is our world
Floats round and round
A flaming torch
That sends its rays
Through cold dark space
To warm the air and land
And thus is formed
The womb and tomb
In which we live
Our mortal days
And pained we dream
Of other realms
To lay beyond this sphere

i'm going to the
liquor store the liquor store
i am going to

i want a spring bonsai tree
posses it as own
shape it to controlling will

the total volume
of my mind is a peanut
of huge proportion