Claustrophibic Corner Poem

to Vicky:
right exactly when
i put the last piece
in this second
thousand piece
jig saw puzzle
the electricity blinked
then went off
then came on
and the light bulb in the lamp
on the table next to my chair
popped -
then popped again
and Bronco barked
and Jeremiah jumped
right up into
the middle
of the puzzle
which caused the table
to meet the floor.

luckily,
after mixing up both puzzles
they went together
rather quickly
upside down and backwards

Oh whenever

from the depths of wherever
to the realm of however
returned we for whatever
the weather may bring�

deciding which is what
and for what reason
and why we are where
we are here where we are
is reason enough
to challenge the day
fully�

5,000 yrs

tall building touching sky
above the lights beautiful sight
mesmerizing height is those standing
bottom side peering sky height landing
pyramids egyption five thousand years
wonder if this one will be here then
williams center

it happens

we built on the glory
the monumental material glory
we trusted ignorance and fate
our mistance and non knowledge
we absorbed in the beauty
relished in the hope
and did not want what
we were after

we trust again in fate
non knowledge abounds
material monumental technicality
may lead beauty out
we again will build on glory
what is done shall return
non knowledge changes to hope
we were misled once
again though
we'll go after

chain reacting

tumbling round
the tube of known life
the ball is oiled
for smooth rolls
over the jumps
the bumps
the ball is oiled
and here it goes...

in the morning
awakening to the alarm by music
the soft gentle rolls of rock rhythm
the radio cord is pulled by a foot
in its wild attempt to find the floor
the noise awakens the dogs
who bark and chase off
the beauty birds who sing
on peaceful mornings,
the birds fly to the roof
landing on the loose antenna
which falls
politely and quietly
on the well abused ford torino
which pops the gear shift out of park
and rolls smoothly into the garage door
which being well oiled
uncoils its spring in a mighty twang
flies through the project room door
and into the kitchen
smashing the stove which has breakfast cooking
and causes the hot spilled grease
to run smoothly slowly steadily
through the dining room down the hall
through the bedroom door and onto the spot
where the other wildly placed foot
is just coming down.

corporate job

i'm a cog
a machine type cog
see me turn
i'll turn as much as you want
see me move
oil me and i'll move some more
i'm a graphic digital copy
in a computerizing monopoly
see me turn
i'm a cog in a machine
watch me change
become a new model
see my paint
i change it every night
a plastic elevator manipulator
in a structural calculator eliminator
i'm a cog

Baylee

she was
stiff and upright
smiling, jovial, and bouncy,
standing on the street sign barricade
propped up by grandpa standing�
in strong anticipation
of event fascination�
and then�
melting and limping all muscles
relaxed and
wilted
as santa claus walked by�

undefined flower of fig

unrefined,
undefined,
in the raw state of being,
we see, we think, we somehow
believe in the garden of our birth
that we each alone is the best,
the most
defined,
refined
citizen on god's green and blue earth.

we cannot be hurt
for he himself was given
for us

and he must have noticed
for the earthquake was
over there;
the tornado was in another city;
the tsunami missed us completely.

"Yes sir, those folks over there
they knew better.
Must've been their sin
to put their life in such tatters!!!"

until within,
so deeply within
the garden of who you are,
grows a little flower
layered and blooming
from inside out
like a fig
in fresh tilled
soil.

forgive,
and admit;
accept,
and repent;

you know not
even an iota.

now you may grow.
...enjoy...

MoJo

with her life
privileged were
we entrusted

the purrs
the cuddles
the be real attitude
the softness
all entwined

there is nothing
quite like
knowing a kitten
through adult life

now she hurts
and we must do
an entrusted

thank you for
letting us be yours

stay gold
MoJo

let's see now
don't motivate
de-motivate
and expect
less than the best
is a mode of operation
not understand by m'self
but has sucked
me
into the
great pretender mode
and out of this place must become
reality

Exponential

as the numbers get higher
unit by unit increasing one per time
the significance of change decreases
from the massive height
of one hundred percent at two
thru the half quantity change at three
to the infinitesimal change
of one at a trillion
does anyone feel the same

hen house american

there's someone in the hen house
that's not laying eggs
today
there's someone in the hen house

if left wing
is socialist or communist

if right wing
is so full of hatred
and breaking from reality

what is american?

more...
i always want more...
more of this
more of that
excess
abusive excess
two for the price of one
super size this make it bigger
i always want more...
why reach for a single universe
when you know more are available
more
want more
gets it
i needs it...

The Claustrophobic Corner

there was a silence
in this dream i had
when as a child
i crawled thru this
old and beautiful
maze filled bldg...

there was this tight
spot going up the
stairs
where easily
a person could get stuck

i used to fit and
go on up, crawl over
rafters and find this
room with hard wood
floors and lots of
toys and games for
fun...

then i got older and
somewhat didn't fit
thru that tight
claustrophobic spot
i didn't go for
years...

then the other night
i returned and went
thru with no fear
and crawled over
rafters with insulation
and found a living
room with a view
and an uncompleted
expansion area
with dust...

suddenly i was
outside, larger than
the little odd shaped
box which split open
in half so i could
see the maze and
that little tight
spot in that little
box so much like
life and the trials
you bear upon
yourself...

i felt good...
and complete...

congregating thought
animal lot
wonder has slipped to perpetual lift
and i drift to rotten thought
seperate
in a massive frenzy of wonder
the sun shines brightly that way
delay soul
wait for the beings to grow old
be sold
as each 20th century entity is
bliss cannot
and love cannot
i will not be
a simple pyramid under construction
four thousand years and today will be the same
remaining
no game but innate ideas of chaotic order
with perpetual goal lifting souls made to order
mentioned you
quite a view

geometric, no translate:personified;
visual? yes, classify:colored thought
synthesize
the
way
all thing change
a magical ocean is the worldly motion
a tropical river is the lovely realms
as stirring as any unsettled motion
moving as constant to the level it seeks
when
smoothly
a twisting occurs that wretched sky
has heard no words to darken everyones eye
yet the motion madness has everyones eye
and the ocean magic is brightened out of the sky
and crack
a quiet sound is heard amidst the trees
a universal order is dwelled in your realm
a thicket of peace encompassing all can be seen
and
color
sparkleing unseen and meaning the dream
is reached by the color thought of god
and you

Peace

10,000 people were screaming
found themselve a new home
20,000 people were believing
found ourselves a new hope
700,000 people were moving
nothing would ever be simple
2 people were talking
said no one noticed victory
everyone grew up
two hundred million too

The Paradox

we sat in the yard
discussing what we saw
with any who listened
we traveled the world
we explored in beyond
and came again to our source
loving the grass we sat on
we mentioned the paradox
for in each parodox we walk
in each endeavor lies paradox
and the yard was pretty
ready for an emperial queen
but could not talk

we traveled thru time
twisted the minds to love
even when understood
we didn't understand and then
the sky got cloudy
and it rained yet remained
a beautiful day

on a lonely road through the
abyss of a time warp, i saw
a glaring white glow beconing
my body onward. this ole
road was paved in mud and
blood, no gold around, so
the body knew the road was
earths mode towards the
end of time, and many of
the previous travelers had
long died and turned to
mud. still, afraid of
only my own ineptitude, i
kept my eye on the glaring
white glow, trudged on,
and became dirty and dirtier
and dirtier, finally concluding
that earth was meant to make
one dirty and the glow was
to becon you onward.

Alma
the starkness of the flower
against the white wall background
pink and purple and green colors forthright
we all have a right
to life and death on this earthplane complex

a most important day of life since birth
her atoms seek the earth
her molecules have the oxygen of freedom breathed
and now she like all must leave
and seek the universe beyond

a life is the time preceding death
a life is the short time you have
confused, disillussioned, and complex,
hopeful, loving, and a learning experience,
Alma, say hello for me when you get there.

if we didn't send
our technology
to walk on the moon
if we didn't send
a teacher
to blow up in space
then we could not say
if you don't enter the race
you can't run second
and if you didn't
run first or second
or third or less
then you didn't enter the race
you didn't have much to say

you can't run second
if you don't enter the race
and you damn sure can't win...

cliche so quit digging

a man
on the run
for fun
met himself
in a ditch
filled with water
and understood
he dug the hole
and supplied the water
and conceives a wooden raft
to float upon
if he'll build it

a metaphor
Tax Reform Act of 1986

indianapolis race cars
approached two hundred
miles per hour

the committees met
experts discussed
ways to reduce the growth
of massive speeds

think of everything
change concepts
reduce the boost (ITC)
change the wings (Personal Things)
change lots of things

engineers go to work
re-evaluate and redesign
and now
thw hundred fifteen for the pole
two hundred four to make the race
it's easier than before

what do you think will happen now
when accountants evaluate
corporate vs individual fates
the deficit shall escalate

Pitiful Soul

Oh pitiful soul
of such residing goal
lost in the rising
of a sun never setting
while with the speed of light
rolling technology's delight
the sole remaining
superpower
continually calling itself
names from within
and letting the greed
like the speed of light
take control
and flow�

oh pitiful soul
m-m-m-m-generation
let it occur
let it be