We forward in this generation
Break my rusty cage
My son and his friends in the car
Speaking of a girl named Sage

One eye on Florida
Two ears in the wind
Gandalf on Shadowfax
Thomas means the Twin

My heart is in the Highlands
Denver. Susan Meek.
Email to Catteleya
Rocky Mountain Peak

Buddhamind in Bangkok
And in Mary's Land
Try to do my best
God will provide a band

                   And ...

Truly, Truly - I don't know what to do
Life is goalless. It goes on 2 by 2.
I live solo, but O how I miss you!
I am Catholic, but Jesus was a Jew.

                       Rendezvous...

Fatherhood is gratitude
And worry all the time
Keep them, keep them close
Every mountain climb

                    Patience.

so I wake up from this dream in the summer of 2015 with a poem/song in my mind or at least the first stanza and I go down into the lobby of the hotel where we are staying my family and I in Charlotte and I write the rest of the poem all day I try to remember where the tune comes from and then at night I walk out of the elevator and it hits me - Ms. Suzy Had a Steamboat - so I hesitate but eventually I send it to Wendy Doniger at the divinity school and she likes it but she doesn’t know that I’ve been listening to Lost Boy by Ruth B. (Wendy Darling) or that my high school girlfriend who broke up with me yes there was another guy at the end and I’ve been thinking about her every day for literally 30 years and then because Wendy likes the poem she calls it fine and thoughtful it gives me confidence and I keep writing and posting and sending for example I put poems on the altar at Georgetown and near a Madonna and Child statue and then the Secret Service visited me and asked me if I had a gun which I am not legally allowed to have because of the bipolar but if they gave me one and the monster of the American Unconscious with the orange hair was across the table from me would I shoot him and I said yes because he is evil and embodies all of our country’s worst qualities and they were honestly intrigued by my ideas and my reminder of Virginia’s motto from George Mason - sic semper tyrannis! - which usually translates as thus be it ever to tyrants but they didn’t know this so they took my picture in my Moby **** House of Kebab T-shirt and the picture of the depakote and risperdol I take for the anxiety and psychosis and mania and now I’ve written 4000 poems approximately in 4 years and can’t stop and keep attacking the white racist trumpfucks that have brought fascism ******* you ignorant nazis to our country and I told both Wendy and Susan that I love them both and i cant stop writing but I better now because it might be rhyme time ...

Got some psychopathogy at times
Chaos
Apophenia
Raging desires

He tells me bipolar people have tendencies to
*******
Suicide
Fires

I rest all day today
Call my son
Watch Batman
My poems: No buyers.

I like being a taxi service
Rainin'  hard in Frisco
Poems of truth
Against American liars

               Jokic!

tidal pools in monterrey my boys so young grey cloudy day california california steinbeck monument not far away monterrey bay aquarium we play in the sand and water my two oldest so young

                                                 so young

Early morning sirens
Daybreak emergency
I lay awake awake
Grey to blue the light

Carolina Inn
Postcards if I can
I hope I get the car
Batman's human flight

Jeremy in Hong Kong
My eye still on Taiwan
Ah! those Asian rains
Vegetarian delight

Emptiness compassion
Respect. Intelligence.
Courage to Taipei
Interior insight

We cannot easily forget
It is possible
To be a teetotaler
A nonsmoker
A vegetarian

And still be called Adolf ******.

Reading Julius Caesar in Reno
          Sage Ridge School
                 Dos annyos

Encounters with Chinese hermits
Protectors in the mountains
Out of touch with the times
But not with the seasons

Getting darker early
I wear my heavy jacket
There's a buck in that racket
Sophia has her reasons

Dim sum in Hong Kong
And in San Francisco
Richard Rodriguez, writer
Michael Gerson: treason.

She and I and water
Carolina Inn
Blue and black and bathing
Then positively pleasin'

                Si Senyora
                    He's in.

Death is all around
And American decay

I miss 101
And taxis in Taipei

I remain inside
Mostly silent Way

A country without hope
Can't even pause to pray

           My my, Hey hey.

Drinkin' turpentine
And breathin' Fire.

I think the Propher Mohammed was bipolar.

The suras of the Koran are like poems, he experienced terror when the Koranic voice first came to him and believed he was being spoken to by the angel Gabriel.  He also tried to resist it but could not (his wife Khadija was of great comfort to him).  He was also tempted to commit suicide because of the anguish and terror of the experience.
As a Turkish psychiatrist once told me:  bipolar disorder is good for society but bad for the person who has it.

The Prophet Mohammed:  Peace be Upon him.

She claims to be a victim
But she's actually a victimizer

So much hatred in her
Continual despiser

I'm gonna read Shakespeare
Taming of the Shrew

Reading is my love
Maybe all that I can do

            That William
               He knew.

Cattleya
When she was good
She was **** good!
And she got her revenge.

I've made some big mistakes
I know nothing of Stonehenge.

My words were poorly chosen
But I did not know

Was raised to trust authority
Ay yay yay yay yo!

The serpent is suspicion
The serpent works for God

Women's intuition
Please make me just Todd

I'm gonna take him down
Wheel now is in spin

Please for wisdom words
Please forgive my sins

Please for Warrior Poet
Please to begin again

            Virginian.

So if you are with me this far
You see my thing with 37
Here it comes again
Diet Coke at 7 11

Probably apophenia
And my desperation
Did Shakespeare write 37 plays?
Is poetry bipolar elevation?

37 doctors in the Catholic Church
But I ain't gonna be one
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the Day is Done

I asked the Canadians and Americanos too
Which European country as you travel through?
They all said Italy
Sunlight just might do

Why, I asked?
The people was their reply
Warm, friendly, generous
Mama Mia - What a sky!

I met a French waitress
So what do you think of France?
Se magnifique, I said
If you see her, ask her to dance

        In this Universe of Chance

The desire to be good
In a world so full of evil

The desire to see wood
In loveliness medieval

I'm no saint, I too fall
But I like a little kindness

Silence can be comforting
A little idon'tmindness

The sadness will last forever
But what about the joy?
0! please protect my children
My darling growing boys

When I do go down
I'll go down in Illinois
But something left to do
Buddhamind nitnoy

Why do I trust the Buddha?
I'm in favor of desire
In favor of fighting
In the snow the Fire

Taiwan as a child
Again as an adult
Late night Bangkok temple
Silence amidst tumult

Thich Nhat Hanh in Berkeley
And at Mason Nation
I walk the empty Diamond
Bipolar elevation

Kamakura Buddha
My Thai mother in law
Tuk Tuk in the traffic
Horton hears I saw

           Krop Kun Kop.

The chapel is quite beautiful
I could sit there a long time
Catholic silence and Buddhist silence
Oui. Xie Xie oui.

I puzzle about fame
Best to avoid the limelight
Work hidden
But ........................   To become a Name.

Struck by Georgetown
Genuine beauty
Greatness
Makes a claim.

Slowly.
From a distance.
Patientia ...

Aim.

         Green Arrows.

Desantis is Disgusting
And American to the core
Florida is thunderstorms
Hamlet is Elsinore

Salvador Dali Museum
Carl Hiaasen books
The Republican Party in my lifetime
Ignoramuses and crooks

Nagarjuna sits
Shoots down all his foes
Astrobiology
Maybe UFOs

I, Robot today
Lake Michigan attack
George W. should be banished
And strung up in Iraq

               Hackysack!

Fantasies still female
But experience an Abyss

La Florida in Fall
Long ago first kiss

Just to be held and holy
Tears, idle tears

In the bath for hours
Drifting toward my fears

     No more King Lears!

So unknowing is clearly true
Nothing is certain
(Except maybe some math)
(And the beauty of her voice)

Science keeps changing
Knowledge keeps changing
People change and smile
But the agony abides

The Cloud of Unknowing
Medieval English mysticism
De Docta Ignorantia
The Abyss

Emily only famous after death
Fascicles
Wild Nights!
I try. I fly. I miss.

            In times like this.

At times I can see quite far ahead
But much is also dark
In Georgia Dr. Livingston
In Sacramento Mark

By Grabthar's Hammer
Agatha, Arthur, and Dash
We climb aboard their starship
The Captain is Johnny Cash

Mr. David Markson
Que Selah Selah
Gerard Manley Hopkins
Bright wings sings and ah!

When the Night is cloudy
I'm helped by two green lights
She sees me in the dawning
Gonna be some fights

               Mystic Flights

For her this night. For her.
And all I cannot know

Give her North and South
Let her tulips grow

Give her krop kun ka
No Pinnochio

Give her Toledo, Spain
Give her I don't know

            Give her yo.
          Please El Padrino.

I know I am ridiculous
My wish for mystery too

Ordinary history
Troubled Kalamazoo

But here we are alive
Threats abound. They do.

How to help us thrive?
Existence and the mu

   Horton Hears a Who?

There's no real happiness
Or when it comes, it slips away

Life is misery
Today is a grey day

I walk the train tracks
My sons:  Callooh! Callay!

Rain came down came rain
I came down hey hey!

Nothing supernatural
Nightride downbound train

If love is ever actual
She rides in Purple Rain

Rides to Helsinki harbor
White cathedral, green the dome

The boat leaves for distant Asia
I leave my hidden home

                      I roam.

Was in Toronto once
Three or four days
The University
2 Blue Jays games

I remember Korean drummers
Yonge Street hotel
Good food
CN Tower

I soon turn 54
Exoplanets
Coincidences
Names

Dread Annihilation
Missing my mom
Remembering prom
Hope for the Flowers

            El Futuro!

The darkness has a purpose to serve
I seek the Sacred Heart

And the truth is evil
I shoot my poison dart

Sallyport in county jail
That's where legends start

Silently I must prevail
Silence is an art

             Luna!

Teilhard de Chardin
Teleology in nature
******* Stephen Jay Gould
Mario Cuomo did write

Me in Seattle
Who is God?
Reading on my lunch break
Libraries give light

I like grilled salmon
And salmon teriyaki
Miso soup, udon
Puzzling my plight

Train station Kyoto
Bainbridge Island memorial
Farewell to Manzanar
Tokyo - what a sight!

          City at Night! City at Night!

a little bit of Europe
a little bit of Asia
a lot of USA
the need for yon Fantasia

i'm aging and i'm lonely
basketball at night
i go down go down broken
but not without a fight

          Kierkegaard
      Not Sein und Zeit

Proclivities, destinies
Still got 'em at 54
Fatherhood is gratitude
Inner Harbor, Baltimore

Bipolar my whole adult life
I seek the foreign shore
Tired, hesitating
Forgotten. Forgotten lore.

According to David Markson

Shunyata, not Heaven
Emptiness for me
I will disappear
Taiwan when I was 3

Asia, Mother Asia
Chambers. Ishmael.
Rieko y Takahiro
Ain't no tongue can tell

Snowfall shunyata
Kyoto to Tokyo
San Francisco Zen
Stanley and Zero

Barely even noticed
Kiss her twice for me
In my solitude
Beauty Baltic Sea

                Oui

I admit I'm intrigued by the email

                        ?

I still seek the Unseen
but, of course, I can't see it

I once read of the Beguines
but, of course, I can't be it

life is a horror story
but also dear with wild hope

so much is just endurance
waking, sleeping cope

what is it that I want?
where can we elope?

Neither a prophet
Nor the son of a prophet
Such is Cornel West

Sacramento indeed a Sacrament
Nurturing as a nest

Still seeking Love Supreme
Coltrane blows (then beats his chest)

A Bluesman in his soul
Everyday people, students, prisoners
the unknown, the famous

Walking freely, speaking bold
journeying justice
Like long ago ancient Amos!

He says I sound like
John C. Reilly
For which I say thanks

My family
Now in Vail
Colorado banks

The Zulus
Have the spears
The British had the tanks

Listen in
Your ears
Silence against the cranks

Julius Caesar playing in Staunton
Dr. Cohen gives his lecture

I stand and watch
Lights on my conjecture

Sic semper tyrannis
Motto of Virginia

But the play is cautionary
Anarchy within ya

                  Cinna!

When I make mistakes
Help me not to panic
But watch and listen and learn

I might fly with Interplanet Janet
I might take my turn

Vincent's yellow. His green eyes.
Oh how they burn!

Solitude and loneliness
Yearn, baby, yearn

               Fern.

I like universities
But just to walk around
Everybody knows
I am the newsboy of this town

Basketball at UNC
Max from Heidelberg
The magic number is 3
Nashville I observe

Tomorrow Mason Nation
Once more into the breach
Little Sage Ridge School
Where once I did teach

            Did I reach?

The extremes are true
And a bit dangerous
Today it's steps not flight

Long live Harry Chapin!
Eckhart, not Sein und Zeit

I met Max from Heidelberg
Shared Highway 61

America needs more beauty
And to throw away the guns

            Y un pequito fun

Says Colossians 3:3