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So much faith behind the wheel


so much faith
behind the wheel
so much doubt
about yourself

it is easy
that we believe in those things
the things we take for granted
they are second nature

but believing in yourself?
why not?

you are the only
everchanging constant in your story
and ups and downs
are part of the ride

so the next time
you get behind the wheel
remember who is driving

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why do you worry so?


Don't Be Happy... Just Worry

Don’t Be Happy… Just Worry (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

not just the precipice
we peer over expectantly
waiting
there is peace in the light
but also in the darkness
peace
is where you find it
find yourself
not ruminating
over things that have no matter
nothing
nothing has matter
so why do you worry so?

 

reading of this poem on SoundCloud

 

 

 

Ruminations leading up to my 49th Birthday


and we are another step or rung on the ladder, i feel, by
obligation of our incarnation and to the people who raised
us from dust with their faith in humanity, for all its foibles
and folly, and the people we in turn raise with our actions
and words.

In the digital age, it seems to me that the Machines have
figured out a strategy to rid the world of humanity’s excesses
by slowly driving us further into insanity, at the peril of
once again losing all that we have built as a species. Tabula
rasa. Well played, Machines, well played.

The newspaper in my dream seemed very real. It was divided up
into its regular sections and I thumbed through it looking for
ads on stamp collecting, but not the sports section. I never
find stamp ads in the sports section, even when I’m dreaming.

I”ve been told by Gumbytron that my matrix panels are some
sort of hologram catcher, similar to a dream catcher.

sheeple e’rywhere jus’ wanna have fun
sheeple e’rywhere jus’ wanna be sheep
sheeple wanna play ‘n’ lie in the sun
and not give a fuck about Li’l Bo Peep

sheeple e’rywhere ain’t hurtin’ no one
sheeple e’rywhere ain’t doin’ no wrong
sheeple wanna play ‘n’ lie in the sun
carry on sheep-lin’ all day long

OK, I got the main matrix colored in for this level 4
replacement board. It’s taken me a while just to get this far
as I spend a lot of time considering what messages to send the
matrix in each layer of construction. Soon, after setting the
oil pastels with fixative, I can begin the process of attaching
and gluing items to the panel. That is some work in itself!

for they were free
free to worship Mammon
and wrap themselves
in His chains

to be carried by the weight
down
down
down
finding comfort in the Fall
finding comfort among the Fallen

is contemplating the riddle of the Sphincter…

an implication of Light


OMG Evil Groundhog

OMG Evil Groundhog (Photo credit: mygothlaundry)

dVerse Poets Pub has posted a prompt for poems related to brightness
in the shadows for Groundhog Day.  Below you will find my offering
for this prompt.

an implication of Light

the Shadow,
an implication of Light;
without Light,
the Shadow
cannot be seen

and too,
there are things
to be seen
even in the Shadow,
things perhaps not seen
even in the Light

i won’t fret when i am dust


 

Fret pattern

Fret pattern (Photo credit: chrisinplymouth)

 
the songs we sing while we are here
will be carried in the wind
i won’t fret when i am dust,
i won’t fret when i am wind

 

the songs we hear will be the songs
that we remember of our friends
i won’t fret when i am dust,
i won’t fret when i’m with a friend

 

song lyric fragment I wrote tonight…

 

requiem for a seed (Aaron Swartz)


English: Aaron Swartz at a Creative Commons event.

English: Aaron Swartz at a Creative Commons event. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

requiem for a seed

SoundCloud Reading

repressed desire
a seed under the asphalt of society
waiting for light, for nourishment,
for freedom to live and breathe

a seed, a hope
not alone
among other seeds
under the asphalt

a seed breaks through
a seed is weeded in the asphalt
but has broken through

more seeds see the break, the light
they mourn a seed
and in their anger
find the strength
to break through the asphalt

Retread Angels on Mount Ararat


Safeway Medallion logo, 1980

Safeway Medallion logo, 1980 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was walking with my magic staff in the Safeway parking lot when
I spotted another man walking with a staff.  He was rather disheveled
and had a backpack.  I cried, “Ho there!” and walked toward him.

He looked me up and down and said, “Hi!  Are you a magician?”

I replied, “No, I’m a wizard.”

He muttered, “Well I’m a working man.” and walked away.

Later, I would see him walking around town with and without his staff.
It was obvious that he was another homeless soul in the wealthy hamlet
where I had sequestered myself.

One day, I saw him outside the Safeway again.  I thought I would try
and approach him again.  I didn’t have my magic staff but I took a chance
and walked up to him again with a $5 bill and said, “Here’s the $5 that I lent you.”

He said, “What is this?  A pigeon drop?”

I said, “No, just take the money, it’s yours.”

He thanked me and went into the Safeway and I took a seat on the bench
outside to roll up a cigarette.  As I was lighting the cigarette, he came outside
and sat on the bench next to me.  I introduced myself and he said his name was Curtis.

We talked for a good bit and even bought a losing scratch off ticket together.
( He insisted on giving me 50c for half the ticket.)  Apparently he had grown
up in that area of California.

As we were sitting and talking, Michael, one of the guys that worked at this
Safeway as a bagger and cart rounderupper came over to us.  Michael and I
had often spoken, he seemed just a little slow, or maybe it was just an act.

Michael and Curtis seemed to know each other pretty well.  Michael asked if
that was a bottle of wine Curtis had in his backpack.  Curtis told him it was.
Michael told him to be careful and not get caught drinking outside the Safeway
again.  He then asked Curtis if he had gone through the groceries he had given
him.  Curtis said he was still good.

I am still touched by the pathos of Michael, a low wage bagger in one of the
wealthiest areas in the Bay Area, helping out a homeless man in a city where
Safeway would block people from taking day old bread out of their dumpsters.
(I got nailed trying to retrieve some dumpster donuts on a couple of occasions.)
I never saw Curtis again but I am sure Michael is still working at that Safeway.

I’m convinced that both of them were angels.

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