Poem (today)

Gilding lilies
Should not be a career goal

One can break the surface
And explore the depths

Without(first) grenading the pool

Just get naked
And assume the liquid
Second Skin
Seamless, Complete
Transparent

No subterfuge, no deception
No pattern repetition
Simple pattern recognition

Transcendence

Liberating destruction
Rejection of inauthentic,
Unsustainable Reflections

And beneath the surface
Life moves slower
And somehow there's
Room to breathe

Poem (2nd November 2008)

To engrave in one's flesh
To make one's values manifest
Is to vanquish fear
This shell is not sacred
It's a tool, a device, a
Reminder of what it is,
Will be
Has been, was never
The point, the object
Merely a sufficient locus
For all these disparities to collide

Poem (2nd November 2008)

Damp hanging clothes
Insects
Gutter running outside
Sleep seducing but not succeeding
This drives me to drive through Fatigue and lethargy
To the frontier and back
Curiosity, ambition, wanderlust
Being and Time
My Experience
My Responsibility
We may only ever conjugate in the imperfect tense
So enjoy it or die
We're not rehearsing and when I regress
The clothes will be dry
The gutters empty
The insects older or past
My mind a place of possibilities, riffs and narratives
Could I lose that all to gain Freedom?

Poem (October 2008)

Not thinking aloud
Talking and then some
medicority frustrates
Wish I could terminate and be left with perfection
Exquisitely carved from the air to leave the impression
That I care And so much more
Drinking sessions
So affected
Take possession
Now bloods neglected
And as we act out these adult rituals
Our cheeks flush and billow And the air grows hotter
Watching the ceiling fan And listening to my betters
I decide again to start over and reinvent
Shed tired flesh and generate afresh
Running without moving the pose effects
An air of weary wisdom in a philanthropic instance
Of sharing
How gracious
How humble, how caring
How can they restrain themselves from
exposing all that was witheld from them so crudely?
In the time of hope and audacious facades mine is peeling
And what's behind?
The architect has long renounced the intent and design
The builders were cowboys killed in a shoot out far away
The rats in the basement and the bats in the belfrey
Have all abandoned ship
The cladding was new
The bricks borrowed
The cement old
And the heart blue
Now who would even squat this?
Regardless I've got this
And nothing more
A fool's education
A penchant for tasteless altercations
An emporer's new wardrobe
And no hope
No indication today of a brighter tommorow
Because it's dark inside and my curtains stay pulled

Poem (October 2008)

The rope around the flag pole
Lists from side to side
I breath out,
It still feels shallow
But I'm in a different frame anyway
As sight returns in blue tinged technicolor
Resolved to alter my situation
To adjust the conditions
To alter my experience of the situation I've put myself in
Even the traffic seems lighter for this resolution
I know that when my back is turned
The horns and brake lights will return
But it's a beautiful respite
This is my time, my point for meditation
This forecourt my shrine
I'll be back
Fast forward three hours
Cab passenger I'm thinking of
A Scottish Bodhisattva
And how she changed the world today
Soon i might know,
Catch a drop of enlightenment

Poem (October 2008)

The mind abides where there is no abiding
Just do
Be resolved
And you will not be perplexed
Going empty handed and empty handed
I return
I am the oppressor
And I am the solution
Beyond prejudice
Beyond Lust, Behind the edifice
Deeper than tragedy; recognising events, moments, happenings
Just for what they are
Not links in a chain but bubbles in an air stream
Infinite
Break the false connections and live
We're dead cold flesh already
Brown leaves in the breeze
Detritus of the universe
So bring the pure insight
The light beyond ages
To bear on evil ideology
On systems of control
And explode the lie that binds you.

Poem (October 2008)

Sit inside this character seven days a week
What's my motivation?
Cool insulated space
Isolated from the dreams I've been chasing
But plugged into a Million replacements
And a Million more
Two dimensional distractions that orchestrate the score
And define it with ill intent and ill execution
Blurring limitations and morphing elocution
Leaving No Trail
No wrong for retribution
Just martyrs for a culture mass producing
A 'Y' 'Three' 'K' Knowledge economy solution
And a self contaminated by spiritual pollution.