Charles Helt Transisitions Unwanted Poetry

a conscience decision.

a brain cell
receives
instructions to vibrate electrons
bringing structured
instructions
to the other electrons
in your body
to begin
altering
your present
concept of reality
by use
of your physical extremities

but what
essence of you
started the electrons
moving
in the first place

wooden stump
standing for a tree
long gone

reminds me of
American peace
long gone

The culture
of war has been

seeded in our tree's fruit
and won't go away

military/industrial
complex
really happened
mr eisenhower

Seperate Concept

rattled superiority
from incompetence
of righteousness
bred insubordination
returning blackened
and reddened eyes
for christians
and christ
conscience
cells and atoms of
galactic eleventh dimensions
of morality

this is one
reality

source returns
a spring bubbles from the earth
water
and air
converge and burn new breath
something fresh
and new

a tree replanted
becomes
a universe
viewed from
a new place
with new eyes

this is my
reality

done did
for years on end
a dead end
seemingly with no end

should've known
did know
but kept on anyways

occasionally recuse
yourself
from being a recluse

isolation
is of use
but there is a time
to be of use
elsewhere

oil
takes a long time
to form
but then we don't know
how long Adam lived anyway
he said

another chip is taken back
by a lack of allowing
creation to display
the continuity of
the vastness

some granite
in some minds
is impenitratable

another lack of really
wanting to know
how the soul
strolls with the strings
of quantum and gravity

God is there
so why
do we restrict him
so much?

Tqma

cooking
at the racetrack
with grandkids
and camera
is earthly bliss
allowed unto
this entity

Rumbling Goulish

raceweekend
begins tonight
at midnight
as race demons
emerge
with darkened
deeply concealed secrets
conceived in well worn garages
rumbling with goulish pulsations
penetrating with sound waves
all across the
land

gentlemen start your engines
is the last seen of gentlemen
until the checkered flag
engulfs the wind
and silences
the rumbles

Sadness

more than deeply
compressed in emotions
of earthly pangs
is depressed said i

get unfrozen
free will exists
choose to procede
stop the frozen ice
clogging the veins
of wisdom and truth
procede

just fine
he lied thru his non-
existent teeth

it's ok
everything always comes
out to be ok
his teeth clamored

it is bitter and sweet
and his sole soul
asks why
and lies
just fine
it's ok
go away

little man
big gun
mouth same size
hates
in jesus name
makes
me puke

rich man
poor man pays
believing fair tax
trickles down
like piss in a
regressive supply
side misnomer economic
system

ye pitiful
christians of today
need no romans to feed
you to the lions

ye do it yourself
voting republican

you two get along now
'cause I won't be here
she said in her dying days
and it took a while
and a while longer
and maybe not exactly
but we did
as she said
and had a
helluvatime
helluvatime
having a helluvaGoodTime
he said last summer
at the racetrack
with a sparkle in his blue eyes

suspecting
death was behind the door
marked do not enter,,,
my pause was
less than a moment
before seeing
it was
true

happy birthday dad
the ole earth wonders what to do
without you
happy birthday dad
miss the ole tulsa stories February fourth
without you
happy birthday dad
your dog sadie wonders and snores
without you
happy birthday dad
you're 83 except for two months and two days
without you
happy birthday dad
racetrack turn four will miss your eyes
without you
happy birthday dad
for an orbit of the sun
without you this time
happy birthday dad

Claremore Telephone

chat again
my feelings say to call
been used to
for so long to say
hey
how goes the day
no answer
on the phone though
we never said good bye
we always said good night

what a rock you left
solidly
the american dream you had
and oh how you did
live it
without being able to say love

we never said good bye
we always said good night

we eat we sleep
we belch and dream
we work and play
all day

we achieve
so we can sleep

and belch and dream
to work for play
and keep
the american dream

his thinking mode

"no need to understand"
"tis of no use to me"
thought he as the science magazine
was pushed to the side

but a fraction of an inch
of construction width
to the level best
of a hammered nail

or which tool to use when
why the crossbrace works
or combustion engines sing
was second nature for him

his way of thinking
his modus operandi
can I see it
does it need fixed?

quantum mechanics to black holes
god to earthly codes
"no need to understand"
"tis of no use to me"

wonder why

it won't cut...
i've tried...
and it has cost me
monetary massive
but it won't cut

so i wonder why
i've still have shoulder
length hair
by choice

i just wonder why....

it just won't cut...