Saturday, December 30, 2023
Thursday, December 28, 2023
poem
(untitled)
If it’s ‘ignorance
is bliss,’ through
and through,
all the way
to the end,
then I guess it’s true
no one could
have ever
liked this
trick—
though I did—
difficult
as it’s been.
Tuesday, December 26, 2023
poem
(untitled)
Just pretend my face has been burned
in a fire of finding out;
just pretend my ugliness
has been for what
happens when the
truth is as important
as life itself.
Sunday, December 24, 2023
poem
(untitled)
(untitled)
When everything becomes an argument,
and no matter how right, is still wrong;
when argument is still love for truth,
expressed and manifest;
the fight to get humans through
to more hope down the road.
When all existence is a narrative
where events occur,
leaving the players
to concur or not;
leaving each spirit
in proximity
a choice
to turn away
or take the path
of the free.
Thursday, December 21, 2023
Monday, December 18, 2023
poem
(untitled)
I wish you would see me,
and not necessarily physically,
although that would be the
most thrilling;
the accomplishments over years
and why they still matter today;
perhaps they’d thrill you too,
but in this day and age
and moment of history,
more likely they’d make you run away.
I wish you’d see me;
obsessed with truth and beauty
for hundreds and hundreds of months
on end is unusual; sometimes it’s obvious,
but mostly the result is unseen,
a gentle regime.
Tuesday, December 12, 2023
poem
(untitled)
When everyone has learned to view you
as the uncaged animal in town—
when everyone knows you
and you don’t know nobody;
when they’ll talk and bond
over your legend for
hours on end while
flinching at the notion
for a visit to see first hand—
where you’re Macbeth’s last fear—
staked to a pole for the zombies
to marvel at.
It’s kind of cool
in a way—takes guts,
but kind of commendable
in such a day and age.
Sunday, December 10, 2023
Wednesday, December 6, 2023
poem
(untitled)
There have been kings and queens
dating back to when the gods
conferred sovereignty on them;
those they knew had the heart
to administer to the creation;
those born on not just another day;
those who if crossed
could make a stupid monkey dead;
those they spun like a top
to see where they
wandered across the table;
an entertainment
going on
this very day.
poem
(untitled)
At times it appeared to be working,
fingering a braille of the imagination—
a language of intuition
scarcely to be explained
was a navigation of intangibility:
like manning a helm on a moonless night
over an unforgiving sea;
while everyone turned away as if you were crazy,
as you struggled with waves of doubt too;
but stayed the course in case it was true
it was making a difference;
you carried it through—
had to choose risking the love of a muse
for saving a way of knowing;
steadfast, awaiting conclusive proof
you could dismiss the notion at last;
to rejoin the pursuit of all that’s natural,
away from storms over dark seas
into the smooth arms of joy
and light in her eyes.
Monday, December 4, 2023
poem
(untitled)
Most say Aristotle said it first
though it was an African proverb
for ages before he took his
initial breath: those who
speak the truth have no friends.
The fate of the poet,
artist, and scientist alike
is to suffer this
as the wheel of the world
rolls into the future,
as if it’s a game
of who can get closest
without getting caught;
sure to having plenty of enemies;
and when they can’t kill you,
simply live with the understanding
of a sentiment
spoken again and again
down through the ages.
Sunday, December 3, 2023
Quote
Due to concerning circumstance I sought my dog-eared copy of teachings by my favorite teacher; flipping randomly to highlighted passages was this, a timely reminder: "Never value anything as profitable to ourselves which shall compel us to break our promise, to lose our self-respect, to hate anyone, to suspect, to curse, to act the hypocrite, to desire anything which needs walls and curtains: for we who prefer to everything else our own intelligence and spirit in the worship of its excellence acts no tragic part, does not groan, will not need either solitude or much company, but chief of all will live without either pursuing or flying from death; whether for a longer or shorter time we have our spirit enclosed in a body, we care not at all: for even if we must depart immediately, we will go as readily as if going to anything which can be done with decency and order. Take care of this only all through life, that our thoughts not turn away from anything which belongs to an intelligent animal and member of a community." --Marcus Aurelius
Friday, December 1, 2023
Sunday, November 26, 2023
poem
(untitled)
I suppose if true
that I shall never
kiss you head to toe,
it would be pleasant
and enough to know
I’ve done right by you—
just a fellow being attempting
to leave behind
some understanding
where before was none;
to pluck joy, great or small,
from the landscapes and mists
of what might have been,
is to fortify reasons to live.
Though words of my past
may have missed the mark
in calling out through the dark,
I live on the hope
you’ll hear me once more;
source of inspiration, muse.
Saturday, November 18, 2023
song lyrics
I'm an alligator
I'm the space invader
I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut
You're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm bustin' up my brains for the words
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!
The church of man, love
Is such a holy place to be
Make me baby, make me know you really care
Make me jump into the air
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!