“star“
into the sky
and I did catch a streaking star
I could not gauge how high how far
so frantically I searched
for a sacred wish
not wanting to indulge in the selfish
needs of immediate intent
but is that not the first instinct:
a wish for more wishes
a wish for fame
money beyond riches
eternal domain
the love of women
the lure of flesh
all manners and perversions
entwined in sex
the consummation of all sins
or-
will pure light come forth
and may that be my guide
let now the wish be
for the life
of another.
“upon these waves of tall grass swaying scratching the back of the passing breeze might I ride my palm along the top soft tails in the warming sun, and feel each blade give and bend to gently slide back into place again for this bounty is not mine to hold unto the great mother to keep her own”
notes… ever drive by a field and want to reach out and ride your hand across the grass…. yeah… that was the genesis of this….
night fishing, sunday
might catch a bear, a scorpion
or a pair of twins
cast a net on a nebula
for minnows are comets
to use for bait
to lure a moon or two
or throw a hook into the cold outreach
hope to snag a neptune
a pluto, an exo-planet or two
or lose a line
the hook
the bait
in an event horizon
notes… file this under whimsy, just one of those silly things that catches me at the moment (I wrote this originally on 5.6, edited tonight), part of the inspiration for this is a work by one of my absolute favorite artists… this…
love is on a flight, on wing what is this feeling I had known to forget all in the sudden all possible seems to reveal and in my heart revel ’tis true! hearths know their purpose tend the fire still even from the silence of neglect the bricks reflect coals dancing again pulsing in radiance pulsing in the rekindling of spirit
notes: I wrote this back in March, altered a little bit tonight I must admit (wink), my mind works strange, thanks for all reads and eyes, I only hope to light a light because I am only here so long, and can encourage others to thrive!
yes, see, the world has awoken the bounty of spring has now been open life leaps forward sky and ground for the trees are fullest now full now within the grand display however within lies a great irony they cast more shadow now than on any winter day
I wrote this other night when I was writing this post, I am little behind in my work (posting things that is) because last night I got home after 3am from my real world work, something like an 18 hour day top to bottom, not a complaint, just a statement of fact, I wonder how many of you have jobs that require these overnight hours (no diss to you parents out there, I get it, not comparing), it is a strange existence, things are surreal, driving back and forth from the Poconos during a crazy rainstorm, fog and downpours of epic proportions, dodging 18 wheelers on route 80 screaming by in the night kicking up temporary tempests of road rain, windshield wipers from zero to 60 and back again, driving out there seems like there is no civilization and then… boom, you pass the Delaware Water Gap (literally like passing through a gap, you see the river and both sides, kind of like a crotch) and then, then there is … life, towns, seemingly created on the fly out of nowhere, a relief, and then the after, driving back, the sheer stark darkness out there, the narrow corridor that is route 80 and 202 (I think) out there, isolating, trying to concentrate and make sure you see your lanes, coffee as a copilot or a hope, following the lanes, the reflectors, trying to read the minds of the other drivers and their endeavors, speeding up when deemed, moving over when demons race at inexorable speed, but in the end, I made it home, and sam (the dog) was waiting, something about a dog just wanting to go outside made it all worth it, she has no idea what I go through in a day, she is just there, just the same, so I gave her an extra treat… don’t tell anyone…
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the thought: while driving the other day, looking at the usual things I see on the nj turnpike as my mind wandered that maybe there is messages hidden in the mundane (5.9)…
I try to find understanding in the patterns of rust on the guard rails the secret meanings in the formations of the grassy stalks pioneers in concrete canyons discern the words in the cracks of the median I search them all for meaning
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the thought: certain month’s mean a certain thing to us, depending on where we are quite literally, sometimes we forget that, and I was thinking about that (5.15)
I would like to know the flavor of May across the continents across all lands across the seas before the dominion of man so I might gain perspective and become sage for at least in this this month of May
so funny, I just wanted to post a /A> tag as I was typing the link… I will let the real old school geeks figure that one out, needless to say I still know GOSUB, and my DOS commands… crazy the way the mind works and the world moves on…
I am going to be my strange self here… usually I do not (rarely) “work” on a poem, it flows or it does not, when I used to try and do that I felt “out of the moment”, not a lecture on how things should be, just more a reflection of who I am and how I write, you? do your thing, your way, you’ll know it when you find it, and then lose it, question yourself, time will pass and you will come upon that familiar carved wood box, open it, and find yourself, once again, have a little faith, if you love to write (or insert other creative art here), the love will find you… tangent aside, whew, here is tonight’s entry, something I wrote for my cousin who is engaging in the union we call marriage, I don’t always like to give poems as gifts (and I am also giving cash, c’mon now folks I am not that guy), but sometimes the muse taps me on then shoulder and says “dude, let me get you started, you do the rest”… and so it began, this particular exercise, this expression of art… in two parts, I am posting the original as I wrote it verbatim, and then my re-worked version, thoughts and preferences would be appreciated in this circumstance, thanks (I have a few days before I have to wrap this up).
first draft: for on the morrow you shall wake and shall you now be bound by more than words beyond a vow conjoined rings are merely a reminder to remember the moments forever after as you look into each other’s eyes and know how you have arrived here for marriage is just a word the foundation with which to return to is love beyond ceremony, beyond celebration in everyday life, honor with veneration the very reason for being in this union at all for let it guide you for years now till old your love.
final (?) draft: on the morrow you both shall wake and gaze warmly into each other’s eyes now, as husband and wife in that moment you will know you are inextricably bound to each other not by words, not by vows nor twin rings on fingers crowned for these are just the reminders for the true foundation of your house is – your love.
remember this, above all else.
notes… Feel free to borrow this one in lieu of a non thought out card (besides have you seen the prices of those things lately !? for a damn card ?!)… just lob me some credit if you do use it, thanks.
5.14.2019 the terrors of the night they come for me night after night they come for me but yet, I survive so do they even exist anywhere but my mind
5.15.2019 I shadowbox at night admittedly not quite the fair fight but my desire to win has become- addiction
notes… I call these thought poems because, well, I felt like it, damn, that does not seem like a valid reason, hold on… (pacing), I think these are like haiku in intent, meaning to deliver a feeling or a thesis where not all my poetry endeavors to do (man that sounds so much better), sometimes I am just a distiller trying to distill, because that is what distillers do silly. I must be daffy, it is one of those weeks, work is bonkers nuts and my home laptop SSD drive is dying/dead, I had to take the thing apart tonight to recede the drive, my crazy insane dork laptop crippled by a SSD… hah… ah, life is ironic.
this will always be my beach/ocean song, I was in the keys when it came out just watching the aqua blue waves roll in with thunderstorm clouds spotted and rattling in the distance, I can not describe how surreal it was, sitting there, my feet dangling off the dock into the warm waters of the gulf stream, translucent glistening surf in moonlight, lapping waves, cracking thunder, palm shadows… and this tune…
I should be inspired by the shoots of grass in the cracks of the sidewalk
Fired up my Haiku-inator 3000 (c), this is the model that can cut an aluminum soda can in half for no apparent logical reason, it can also fry 40 pounds of food without oil, it can chop nuts like nobody’s business, but mostly, just mostly it transforms mundane every day american poetry into haiku, so I browse the instructions (I mean how difficult could it really be, plus I never read the instructions on anything anyway), ok, fold in half, place in tray, press the ‘presto‘ button (I can’t believe the manufacturer is implying there is actual magic involved… oh the hubris), so anyway with some beeps and whirs… and this weird non chromatic clicking, almost like a vending machine vending, out came this…
an inspiration shoots of grass in the sidewalk life will find a way
I still have 3 more payments of $9.95 on the thing (I think, I have to check my statement), it is warrantied of course (again, for how long I have no idea), the my pillow guy said I should keep it though, sounds legit…
…if you missed the link I am repeating it, tonight’s musical suggestion that is…
one of those bands that is a like em or not band, I get it, geddy is a bit nasal, they are a bit prog rock, but I guess that is what makes the world go round (well, that and the actual laws of the universe but let’s not get into that right now…)
and I would be remiss if I did not say thanks, for the eyes and the time, all thoughts and such are appreciated, bricks through my car window… not so much.
Dearest Andromeda, how long have we been twin galaxy twin system for your beauty has never withered on that celestial vine your wardrobe of stars gathers ever closer to mine the space between us dwindles as we hurtle to collide but for now I can admire your perfect spiral glance to bathe in the goodness of your light as fate reveals our path through, all of the black of this infinite space, your vision, propels me on, drawn, drawn to your arms the gravity of eons for we shall become, one – my universal love always in my eye, my heart, my mind my horizon, my dearest Andromeda my eternal love.
notes… if you did not know our galaxy is on a collision course with the Andromeda galaxy (relax it will happen a few billion years from now), our nearest big neighbor, not our nearest galaxy, the collision is inevitable, the strange thing is that when galaxies collide not that much may happen unless the black hole cores merge, two galaxies can actually pass through each other quite easily, in space there is a ton of… (wait for it)… SPACE! seriously, there is so much room between stars that whole galaxies can pass through each other with nary a collision, imagine that, ponder that, space is just that vast, now you know why I am trying to realign my mind here to realize how small we are and try to focus on what is important… logic/science balanced with emotion, it’s worth a shot, I am trying….
music… I could go weird ambient here but I am not in the mood, how about a rock band that never got their due…
Shades of My Garden 