Om

An empty irritation, 'ere life is through
is felt and released, and washed anew.


To write poetry,
one must forget that one can't write poetry.
And to forget that one can't write poetry
is an undaunted task-
one that requires
unlimited attention,
fills one's soul, and then
only then will one write true beauty;
and yet, to say that one is a failure,
is the biggest inducement of failure, ever.



To other poets, your beauty shines,
And I am gratefully your hearer.

Every line is a laugh,
and a beautiful soul speaking;

If you breathe, and hold,
and feel, and know -

Infinite wisdom and compassion
draws forth greater love and passion,

from the whole entire sovereign nation
If you breathe, and hold.

Everything that would destroy me
Vanishes in my breathing.

Everything that would hold me
Cannot control me.

I have lived and died a thousand, million times.
So have you. Can we put an end to war?



what would be the key
to life
the secret
what would be the answer
the one thread
spinning
a thread through them all

i would say hope
its call
its voice
an answer unlocking heavenly dreams
and the key to why nature only seems
to elude


A touch on the forehead by an angel is this
an education in life, love, and infinite bliss


For I am just a little ghoul,
and I do not go to school
by a bus or on a train,
in daytime or in the night.
But I've found, all to my gain
That I've learned the lesson right:

I cannot speak of how I came,
nor how I knew;
but I would, gladly, all the same
listen to you.

It's rare for disparate, desparate,
desolate beta waves
to come right to the heart of it
or history save.

In the quest for certain ken of truth
One must begin;
And it's well to leave in early youth
than to settle in.

How sweet does life taste,
when peace is known!
As Life would never a moment waste,
or miss its own.



How I yearn for a new day, a fresh page,
Youth coupled with the wisdom of age-
Any way to reveal myself to me,
An answering spark of my future destiny.
Peace of knowing that spirit spark
That sings without tune, and glides without arc,
A gentle reminder of days that were
I'd let go, I'd let go, I'd let go for sure
If I could remember that my heart glitters
And hastens above, and calls to the critters,
"Come haste, come haste! ye little'uns wild!
Come haste, and find, and speak to y'er child."
My day, almost perfect, becomes perfect sitll
when all around me, your echoing will
in warmth, love, surrounds me, and I
cannot remember the where or the why

I fell deeply, and blissfully, in love with you-
An imagined love, an imagined blue,
and certainty traded for shadowy clues
in singing chaos and transforming shoes.

My day, and all my tears fell just like rain
upon the windshield, and there's no pain
that could relate, or any care,
to bother me since I know that you are there.

I need nothing, nor do I want anything either
I am happy with the pleasantries that are-
A moment's truth, was all I ever needed
to know that in my life I have succeeded.

I have not known a thing except your face-
and felt a share, when I looked there, of grace.
I have not knowng a thing, knowng a thing,
Except that to love is to sing, and to sing.




All my promises I shall keep
if my heart you would gladly know
and I know I shall not weep
If my dreams should not be so;
Gardens and palaces divine-
Animals play while angels guard;
Whistlers and bards and fortune's shine
Listlessness and futility against to ward.
This is what I think about,
What I cannot do without
Nor merchant's greed
Could sate my need;

Ah, little cat, I love you so!
And your electricity tingles, know-
But you grow, without knowing,
And you know, without showing.
I need nothing except the day
When heaven's fears have gone away,
And lateness gave up years ago,
Without the tracest mark on snow.
I am not special or extra-special
Or shout to your pretty face, "Bull!"
But I will go passing on quietly,
And saving the world with my poetry.




A hundred million coccoons I would give, for your smile,
And I would gladly linger for a little while
In sight of you, while through the wispy haze
our sunny friend of bright-moonlight assays.

I have always felt so connected to the sun, and sky,
And the moist ground, with its layers of life, don't reply,
yet with their presence, and glistening softness
relate the day to peacefulness.

One day more, shine into my heart-
As if I knew you from the start
As you break through the clouds, it
never seemed so much like trust and life fit.

Sacred heart, blessed vision,
Lordly sight; alluring precision.
My heart is found whole and new
A thousand million times, 'ere life is through.