Monday, March 3, 2014

18,19,20,21,22

18.  April 23

time is not linear,
earth is matrilineal, as we
circumambulate
circumnavigate
circumlocution
circle around the fire,
the center of the earth
entrain yourself
back to the old queen of hearts,
s.e. harold st.
la reina de los corazones
y los clubos
frank and evie,
charlotte, jesse,and, kelly
familar faces in a strange crowd.
zo.
karen coulter and karen silkwood
the earth day that wasn't.
happy/sad

19.  I don't need a grand home, with fine hardwood floors,
branches spread, o'er my head
tall grass and soft leaves, for my bed,
i don't see life as pest or weed,
mother earth provides all i need.

20.  si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida,-

mi poema yo escribo lo opuesto.
viviria con mas cuidad.
trataria cometer menos errores
y no malgastar mi joventud.
pero yo chiste,
no cambiaria nada
en realmente.

21.  a dios le pido

que mi familia tenamos salud,
que mis suenos venga verdad,
que mi vida sea mas facil,
que terminan los guerros,
que vivamos en la paz,
que la gente sean libertad,
que encuentra allegra.

22. in dreams the sufis call to me. swirling, dancing by the riverbank.
the bel fire burns bright.
the drums,
the dancing girls,
strawberries in the wine,
songs and magic.
but i,
awake, in the city,
go to work, school, dr. appt.
but,
in my heart, in my heart,
i am dancing.
- the life of a modern mystic



15,16,17

  1.                                                                                                                                                                                             15.  My cup runneth over,

and onto the floor, it floods out the basement, but still there is more. Inundacion, terramoto, disaster, fiasco, blessings and curses and cosmic karmic jokes, parasites and parasols protect us from ourselves, a whirling, swirling vortex, from whence does it pour, land of the free, where the poor are fat, and the rich are poor, our cup runneth over, and still we want more. What is it all for?
Thank you, may I have another?

  16.  Indidginous-

a murder of crows
and a loveliness of ladybugs
did didgeridoo one day.
whilst out by five rivers,
two girlz got the shivers
from riding too long in the rain.

in this strange world, what poisons us can be healing,
and what heals can harm.
hurting and healing, learning and growing,
finding some meaning, the hidden revealing.

  17.  April 19

my dreams,
dear to my heart,
unfolding like the buds of spring.
exploring the canyon,
deeper than before,
on a quest for otter, beaver, and lamprey.
found none, but the inevitable signposts
lead me onward.
fishing poles of childhood,
trillium fading, moss covered trees, fiddlehead ferns,
the aroma of skunk cabbage in full bloom.
a canada goose pauses to nibble.
raindrops reflecting in still water
an array of birds, wild and colorful,
the wood duck in full splendor
raucous calls and delicate songs,
blue heron, mallards
a large turtle plops into the water
floating, drifting
tiny, shiny head above
sunken carapace.
abstract sculptures
carved by crafty beaver,
the dam, long and winding,
across this watery haven,
shaping a new terrain.
the hand of man in concert with nature,
can create great beauty or great destruction.
arching bridges, cozy benches, bird houses and picnic tables.
limb lined trails with fresh red bark to cushion the step
and absorb the slippery mud.
at last the trail opens
into a meadow of grape hyacinth,
willows and roses. a neighborhood of houses,
prayer flags flapping in a breeze.
wild in the city

i return by way of a different path. somehow changed by my excursion. by a leaning cedar, i find a pair of rusty scissors, long forgotten, but still snippy. i will keep them as a memento. sand away the rust, and make them utile again. one must make room in one’s life for joy and pleasure. no need to count on others for fulfillment. a simple walk in the wilds of nature alone can inspire. i resolve to return again on fridays to explore anew, camera in hand. my quest continues.


10,11,12,13

  1.                                                                                                                                                      10.  Listening to good tom waits covers
and drinking whiskey sours.
I check your I.D.; I take your money,
this is my kind of night.
A magical rock and kind words from strangers
I am in love with love.
But I still need a man.
Someone to sing my love songs to,
someone who understands my heart.
I found my chocolate Jesus,
but he doesn't want to save my soul.
(or carry my baggage.)
Every stranger's face
reminding me
of another
time and place
Iowa
Alaska
Indiana
passports and cards,
each unique,
prove who you are.
Innocent when you dream.
I asked him out,
again. He said no,
(this time)
He questions my motives,
(and so do I)
Cash box, list, giant block of chalk
talked with a clown I used to know,
about how mental illness ruins lives.
New Zealand,
Australia,
Czech Republic,
(be my lover?)
The house where nobody lives.
Eggplant and roasted red peppers,
keeping me satisfied.
Regina LaRocca is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.
and Paul Davies is a damn fine kazooist too.


11.  P-funk

Paid my taxes to uncle jam,
harder than Japanese arithmetic,
she said it tasted like velvet,
I made her breakfast in the morning.
p- Funk was in the house last night!
Thank you 2 feathers


12.  I am amelie
; kismet, fate, anomaly, simile and homily majored in astronomy. Karl is the voyeuristic painter; gar is the one armed grocer. Is damos the ghostly porn store clerk? Getting the feeling that the world is a web of conspiracies within conspiracies, life is a sequence of synchronicity and coincidence, an everlasting déjà vu, did this happen before, or did I dream it? Robert Anton Wilson had it spot on. Que causualidada! What a bizarre, absurd coincidence! 


13. Wishes

are horses and beggars do ride! All you are seeking is waiting inside!

5,6,7,8,9

  1.                                                                                                                                                                                               5. Put it back together,
I will forgo,
I forgot,
It was a foregone conclusion...
Forgive and forget,
for god's sake.
Nothing wasted, nothing new,
nothing tasted, nothing tried
nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Baba Yaga and the 40 thieves.
Fill every space,
use every inch
Doritos tacos locos,
sights and photos,
muchas cosas para hacer.
To-do list, never done,
life goes on.
Call Carly,
ticky clock
tic tic toc
clean up the shit and take out the trash
get rid of excess,
sing, dance, play piano, paint sanctuary,
no pain no gain
♥ Nature


6.  Vanitas

makes you laugh and cry,
dances with chance,
strange changes
flowers fade, storms pass.
Coyote walks the dry prairie.
Raven, eagle, hawk,
cowboy's buffet.
Why did he leave me dangling on this hook?
Is it the way I look?
Smaller and sadder, where are we going?
Lovely, lovelorn, loveless,
weary, need rest.
Werewolf bite, mermaid kiss,
climbing all day for mountaintop bliss.


7.  Blank canvas, empty heart,

nervous hands.
saw you in your prison blues,
yellow jacket pet.
Flat trumpet notes, taps.
Friends beyond the veil. Fog and trees,
What does it all mean?
Why are you still here?
Voices, lonely in a crowd,
I miss you.


8.  3/13

Dreams and wishes,
dirty dishes,
purrs and hisses.
Homework is done,
housework begun.
Calls to make,
pills to take,
shoulder the burden I carry.
Work hard,
pay the debts,
Is this as good as it gets?
In love with love,
grateful for gratitude,
true friends,
and puppy kisses.
Enjoy the flower
as it blooms,
the petals wither, all too soon.


9.  Winding roads

Around each turn, a beautiful new vista,
blue green trees blanket hillsides,
white water rambling river,
cascading through gorgeous gorges,
moss draped stones and branches,
blue skies, wind whisked clouds,
cliffs and caverns,
rushing waterfalls,
and as night falls,

a dear in the headlights.

2,3,4...

  1. Rusty,
oxidation occurs with stagnation
weathering, withering,
when growth ends, decay begins.



  1. Letters to my past self from my future self-
Wow, I finally finished writing my book and it will soon be published. College was so worth it, now that I am a successful artist. I’ll have my home paid for soon and I’m buying the one next door for zelah. I finally organized the archives for my circus museum. Lex and I are buying that place in the gorge for our sideshow alien tourist attraction. Reiki has really changed my life, and my yoga students are on a waitlist for my retreat in India xoxxoxox-me
  1. Flying atmospheric spiders,

mold spores from outer space,
planetary collisions create trees.
St. Germaine, violet blue flame
uncontacted tribe, human planet, jungles...
seeing myself as an invasive species
plagued by parasites...
spirits, guide my words.

my stories are untold

A voice in a dream told me, “the reason we stretch is to make room for the spirit, the spirit is BIG!”
INSPIRE-to infuse an animating, quickening, or exalting influence into. to produce or arouse (a feeling, thought, etc.). to influence or impel. to animate as an influence, feeling, thought, or the like does. to communicate or suggest by divine or supernatural influence. to guide or control by divine influence. to give rise to, bring about,cause, etc. (inspire revolution!). to take (air, gases, etc.) into the lungs, inhale. to infuse (breath, life, etc.) by breathing. to breathe into or upon. to give inspiration. to inhale. INSPIRED- aroused, animated, or imbued with spirit. to do a certain thing by or as by supernatural or divine influence, "an inspired poet" resulting from such inspiration : an inspired poem. Inhaled
EXPIRE- come to an end, terminate. To die out. To emit the last breath. To breathe out, emit from the lungs.
Therefore- may we be inspired until we expire!
she mustard up her strength to ketchup.
I’ve been posting several of my writings and poetry. If you like what you read, consider it a sample of things to come. I am compiling my life's work thus far for some sort of publication. It may be called "stuff I found by the side of the road." all the poems I’ve posted here are new works- written this year. I will probably do a startup or gofundme if anyone is interested in supporting my work. I will keep you posted.
I have been posting (mostly Buddhist) quotes and notes from my (25 years’ worth) of notebooks from various studies. It is a part of my process of organizing my information and thoughts for a book I am writing. It also represents my joining the modern world, typing up my old hand written notes into a more flexible format. I am glad people have been enjoying my posts. It is my goal to type a little each day as I weed through my heaps of information. As I type these notes I can recycle some of these boxes and boxes of papers. Don’t worry, I am definitely using back up files, and will not give up my hand writing, just refining it. In fact I will be taking a calligraphy course next term. This is just a little note to let you know what I am up to. Whenever I am finally ready to publish, it will be a culmination of my life’s work and studies thus far. Don’t hold your breath, it may take a while. Thank you so much for your continued support. We you.
Picking up the pieces, cleaning up the aftermath, I tear down to rebuild again. On my own now, maybe for the first time. It’s going to be ok.
My stories are untold
i hold them in my soul
each of you have played a role.