But perhaps this writing helps,
This stirring of water
Hands dipped lithely in search
Of fish spawned
By what demiurgic agency? -
The pregnant and mysterious mud
Like a fire in a cloud.
For what reason the translucent
Diamond scales
And the meaningfulness of a human
In quiet, clear waters seeking
Posted on February 4th, 2010 by admin
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-Ehh, morning. Waking up is like a fight.
I am a lion roaring Peace and Peace!
-Maybe some breakfast - omelet or French toast?
I am the water that you float on: Rise!
-When does the Charlie Rose show start? I’ll see.
Just feel eternity - the might: Redeem!
-Ahh, sleepy - really have to fix this gut.
Go seek the mountains. Look for glory. Find!
-I wish the coffee was already made.
That glory’s nectar. Seek, become. To war!
-That topmost button of my pants is tough.
Fool, fool: Go seek and find. I am a fire.
-The goddamn dog is waking me too soon.
Just hear the sound of the deep universe!
-Ohh, good dog, good dog, that’s a good, nice dog.
I am pure and eternal longing. Yes,
Akin to that which raised you from the dust,
Propelled man through the ages of long time:
That flame that fuels the furnaces of life!
-Perhaps some music - Holy Ground is good.
A comet shoots from your dimly lit cell.
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Ahh , waves of gratifying mirthful light.
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The stormy waters seem to find repose
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Light dappled, calm. Hey, wait! Where did you go?
Posted on February 1st, 2010 by admin
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I stood imagining one Winter night
And saw the organ of a monster’s sight:
That ghostly orb, a serpent’s blinkless eye,
Was swimming through the ocean of the sky.
The world, submerged within surfaceless dark,
Seemed changed and transformed: it was then as stark
As any sea’s low floor, immune to rays
That bring illumination to the days.
The leafless trees were like anemone,
The swaths of dusty snow, shipwreck debris,
The burning taper of my breath sustained
Expiring cigarette, the single flame.
Reflections clear and hard as glass desired
To catch the silver and alien fire
While ponderously blowing wind was like
A crocodile that waits for prey to bite.
That sound, because it was so persistent,
Endless, eternal, never to be spent,
Became like silence to transfigured ears:
Some base of existence seemed to be near.
And then my mind, just like a scientist
That studies organisms, discontent
To view just one, but searches down the line,
Began to think of stars, to redefine;
For they seemed now to be so many eyes
All focused on this world, to my surprise,
As if they were the viewers of some show
That wait for a conclusion yet unknown.
Posted on January 31st, 2010 by admin
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Words were invented to prevent the explosion of human beings.
Posted on January 30th, 2010 by admin
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Life always happens faster in hindsight. This, in fact, is one of the principle powers of memory: its ability to function like a circus mirror of time, reflecting a warped and false image or idea, something which is inherently different than the experience of time as the present moment or as the impediment to some future reality. Each member of the trinity is but a face engendered by a certain perspective or faculty: the truth of time’s nature is dependent on the eye which is observing.
Posted on January 30th, 2010 by admin
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The will is a force of spirit: it is the sculptor of an idea - the stone being a life.
Posted on January 30th, 2010 by admin
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I never trusted schools:
Too much linoleum and metal -
No sense of the spirit.
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Churches didn’t appeal much either.
A church doesn’t look very different
Than a CVS.
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But there is, sometimes,
A wildness in the Spring air
Like a fire that can be caught
Breathed, smelled, tasted.
If that is not the Glory of God,
Then I don’t know what is.
Posted on January 30th, 2010 by admin
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Perhaps we should really treat life as if it were a prolonged celebration.
Posted on December 16th, 2009 by admin
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See the cracked egg, dark house
Of incubation
Concealing the latent animation, spark
Lively and drawn outwards itching
To escape, to be.
See it break the feeble barrier
Freed from the limits,
Soaring up with holy vigor,
Logos fueled, an emblem
Of the tremendous will
That is always countering
The down pushing thrust,
Ubiquitous sword,
In perfect balance reviving
Nature liberates life eternally.
Posted on December 16th, 2009 by admin
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The barbaric sea rages,
An inharmonious wind seeks to scuttle
The world,
I stood
On stone projected, land tentacle,
Into the wild, dark waves
Ripped by the wind in white
Gashes sleek and easy as
Cut bread.
Churned water, wind
Like god’s hands sought to dismount
Me from my station -
As if I were
An apple -
And toss me lithely into the chaos.
I though about
The carelessness of the world
With my life or,
For that matter,
Any life; how
So quickly
A stone could fall or
An earthquake shake and sever,
A bolt of electricity burn,
How simply and
Easily
I could be wiped clean
Like a smudge on a window shield
And how the world would yet continue
Churning, chewing, breathing,
Ignorant of my personal tragedy.
Posted on December 13th, 2009 by admin
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