New Years Day

My face frozen onto a window
My eyes twin mirrors of my soul

Just now first light from the clouds
Turns the porch posts white
As shutters open wide

Light crept in at the solstice towards
A crack in the wall to fall on me
Sitting with both my hands
Over my head holding

Two strands of ancient strings flying
Around and around in a double
Helix it was my own family
From Eve down to you
An unbroken chain

Advanced Logic

Since I exist and know that I exist
Nothing is perfect. Let nothing
Represent the null set. Now
Imagine the null set raised
To infinity is equal to one

That describes your relationship to
Infinity. We call this relationship
Solipsism. Let education begin

Our ships are raised from the depths
Of a formless nothingness to float
Like atoms in a dimensional web

Atoms are like notes of music played
On the strings of our dimensional
Web starting with a drumming
Of an explosion between two

All living things cause ripples to flow
Through the dimensional web to an
Event horizon which surrounds us
Letting little tiny pieces through


These tiny pieces arrange their self back into
You and I on a vast plain where we find
Ourselves under a constant light and
Sure enough we find the mansions
We were told that would be here

Quantum Relativity

The great God above is lost inside of His creation
Until acts of will bring Him out to weave a mind

Consciousness a fractal expression of your DNA
Itself a fractal expression of the whole universe

The gift of eyes to a blind God that needs Love
To rest inside hearts He’s made to power lives

Help Me

I’m adrift on this vast ocean
Without land about me
Watching seabirds
For any green

Twig of a plant that might
Mean hope is near for
I’m a land dweller
Dreaming of a

Better world far to settle in
Away from those that
Want to break my
Bones and eat

My brain in the vain hope of
Stealing my knowledge
Of time travel and
Catastrophes

Halloween

Here we are
Naked monkeys
Over six billion strong
Being taught everything wrong

Trying to cure defects in Einstein’s relativity
With dark matter and black holes we
Struggle to understand UFO’s
Flying through our skies

Why did I come here in the first place
Out of darkness into this light
Where nothing ever goes
Completely unnoticed

Let it all fall into the river
Hold nothing back from God
Waiting on the other side to see
What we’ve fashioned from our clay

My Poems

I want to make words fly
Like birds from my lips

Up into the sky to disappear
From my sight into your minds

Then down brain-stems into hands
Helping you fashion new truths

And on into your feet making steps
Follow one after another to help

All those beggars who can’t read the
Signs saying their waters poisoned

It's Done

My brisket cooked to charcoal
My glass’s full of uranium
Philandering about in
This monkey suit

Some old heads poking above
Those carcinogenic clouds
Where we saw a future
Expanding in spades

Unfolding slowly over decades
After Kennedy and King are
Forgotten about and dead
Inside all of your heads

The Ant People

Live deep under the surface
Of the Earth where they
Do many things with
Their large brains

Here we are
Boys and girls
At the end of time

How funny the Nazi’s
Lost in their bid to control

The rest of the human race O Navajo

Missing Crane

I have to find my self again
Among the bull rushes
And fluttering red
Robes of their
Matadors

I am sorry to have wandered
So far away from home

Where I have to ask directions
From children playing on
Sidewalks near parks
Along snake river

Built up or dug deep into banks
Where small furtive birds
Constantly fly and
Play with me

Now beside myself with new fears
Swimming upwards through
The salt of so many tears

I find the right way into the woods
Where out of the forest stood
A grove of kissing cranes

Curt

You remind me of somebody always
Finding new reasons to go back

To work on problems few
Besides you knew
Or actually


Understood
Shaping tipping
Points into new ways

Free of those old hostilities
Keeping necessities away from fools

It is about Time

The Philadelphia Experiment Was Real
Sailors did return fused with super structures

And even left evidence of their existence deep in time
Before those three Jewish boys altered everybody’s history

Shadrack, Meshach, and Abednego crawled out of the deep tunnel
After having been made invisible yesterday by the Third Reich

Who revolutionized Nebuchadnezzar’s bookkeeping system
Installing themselves integral parts of advanced society

Those three boys grew up revolutionizing powers
Streamlining the advent of their genetic seed

Hitler immediately recognized an error
And had all but the field marshal

Who oversaw the experiment
Killed to keep it all quite

Edith's Boy

In the first grade I stood up
Turned around and said
I went for a ride in a
Flying saucer last
Night and then
My brain quit

I sat down
Stunned

I’d caught a glimpse
Of my feet passing through
The closed window of my bedroom
That day at lunch I ate Lima beans and puked

Strike Three

My auger slowly turns
Into the blackness
And I’m alone

Near death’s door
I am boring

Into the zero mother of
Ten thousand things
Through her hole

My head comes out and I
See the Promised Land

Everyday

Thy star gets larger
Your knotted string shorter

Thy strings a rosary
Moving easily over fingers
Each and every bump another prayer

Thy fate’s sealed on your lips
Moving easily from your body across
The universe to the surface of your event horizon
Where each quantum state of every free atom remains intact forever

Thy immortality certainly assured
Simply by the structures inherent in reality
Helping life adjust to each and every energy bearing
Molecule that exists in this symphony of mass and energy today
Where what we were suddenly seems so insignificant to what we have become

Somehow

It seems that DNA has been shadowing
Every adjustment made in life to
Environments encountered

Along your vast trips
Here into the ripe
Old Milky Way

Linda Lou Allen

What does being alive actually mean to you
Counting backwards down from the sky
She asks him in fields of deep purple
Where have all the shadows gone
Standing here naked with me

Enchanted my eyes looked deeply into hers
And there found chocolate brown with
Thin green rings all around she was
The most beautiful woman in the
World so I married her lovely

Here I am now fifty-eight and still very happy
Learned to love without any expectations
Getting along with her on a wonderful
Ride across the globe we saw it all
Unfold as two birds in paradise

God?

Can we survive our success
Long enough to achieve a
Functioning immortality

Long enough to learn praises
Worthy of your attention
Words worth knowing

Still just naked apes we scrape
Piss and crap on ourselves
With books on shelves

We stand speaking by fireplaces
To those huddled masses of
Scared and bewildered

Humans who do not understand
Whose lands and materials
Anticipate ownership

Standing there looking down river
The mist lifts and we see deep
A throne where He sleeps

Forget Words

Distinctions lead to prejudices
Words fall into secondarity
Everything’s associated
With something else

Leading one up
Then down
Steps

Toward hostilities and war
Between families and friends
Until we learn the term cleansing
First our mouths with soap then minds

Leading one up
Then down
Steps

Into brain structures evolution left behind
Where creatures know their place in a whole
Without the need for words or hollow sentences
We’ll all turn around and simply greet the universe

Grays

They call this the planet of pain
We look but do not see it
They’re in the slums
Diving into shit

Shantytowns perched on dumps
Children fighting big packs
Of rats gnawing at the
Tender finger joints

The internally broadcast screen
Has replaced our eyes and
Hidden the poor away
On dark continents

And the grays are sad because
They feel all of their pain
Knowing full well how
To make things better

And the grays had a plan and
It has been executed and
Just look at the special
Children growing up

These special kids are their work
Changing the world simply by
Improving human genetics
Making better children

Better able to receive the lightning
Arching out of blackness into
The sky above our heads
Illuminating clouds

Stand Up!

The sun’s closer
On mountain tops
Cool breezes quicken

Flows to the valley
In ships for your sun
Finding black and white

Pulsing day and night as woman
Scent on the limp breeze
Blows in windows

Triggering many olfactory memories
Of things left unfelt and outside
A constantly working brain

No matter where we’d gone nobody knows
How we’d gotten where we’d been
So perfect was our disguise

How It All Works

Imagination approximates reality by degrees
Science fiction necessarily becomes
The next big wave of reality

For instance we have had two big movies involving Earth with warehoused aliens, Men In Black and District 9. Where do you think the real District 9 is? Such films spring from the fertile imaginations of filmmakers. Think back to Star Trek and 2001: A Space Odyssey imagined by Roddenberry, Clark, and Kubrick. Almost every technology imagined in those films has become a reality at some level today in 2009; even invisibility. We have achieved near 100% of the technology fulfilling the dreams put forth in those two films. These films exemplify what my first stanza indicates.

Technology evolves just like language
And no wonder since technology
Is evolving new techniques

And languages are but an application of
The technique of techniques into a
Spiritual experience of reality

Now we see that we imagine our way into the future. The way to peace and happiness doesn’t lie outside our bodies. Force and forms of logic can’t dictate peace and happiness to us. Peace and happiness come from the inside out and color thoughts we have in our hearts and minds. We are made of proteins dictated by our DNA. Now IBM wants to use DNA as a backbone for their next generation microprocessors. We are on a rocket ship hurtling through the gravity of space and time called Earth. Where we go nobody knows, or do they?

Monolith

The true measure of any civilization
Is how successfully it extracted

The swirling waters of reality
Washing over foundations

Built up over time from
The hardest old rock



Ending the reign of saline quantities
Engaging giant gains for nothing

Where deeply rooted love holds
Point your seven true arms

There you will find signal strength
Enough to power your miracles

Dee Dee

D D let go of life
And like a kite
She went up
Into skies

Where light never
Ceases to shine

Happier now by far
She knows how much
Priscilla loved her mother
Resting in peace for tomorrow

D D knows that her daughter and husband
Will visit her again someday and
They will revisit each and
Every nuance of their
Long hopeful lives

The Moon

So mysterious and profoundly situated
Orbiting our planet it occasionally
Blocks out all the midday light

Changing noon into a short
Night of unmitigated fear

An uninhibited siren calls for sacrifice
Unhinged natives seek the weak
To spill their blood for god

Changing peace into another
Series of injured children

Until the Greeks invented ergot laced
Beers and wine for great Elysian
Parties satiating every mind

Changing murder into a dance
Jumping for the joy of love

Parker James

Never give a fool an even chance
Given enough rope by friends
We usually hang ourselves
With it from the highest
Rafters in their house

Ghost like swinging by a noose
Populating ghoulish galleries
Turning slowly to the east
From my old spoor flies
Browns in the ground

Realizing that I’d been waiting
Staying alive just for today
You rose up exploding
Fireworks dazzling
My imagination

Your brain is an exquisite device
Opening the curtains its today
Remembering we all relate
Seamlessly to a history
In its long unfolding

Your time spun down on my dime
Holding a glass full of red wine
Linda moved off like a spider
I sat down right beside her
Sharing words we loved

Risky Business

Writing on the glass sky
In red ink drip by drip my
Blood slips out of my eyes

Running down channels to lips
Then finger tips and my pen
Detailing every instant in
Quantum atomic detail

Knowing full well it
Would go down in
The Book of Life

Write carefully
Live strong
Die well

Michael Jackson

It was just his time to die
Being released from his prison
Like a white pigeon with clipped wings
Suddenly remembering how to fly, he simply left

No needles into his heart could restart any of his vital functions
The decision had been made since the day of his birth
And even though he did so much with his life
It did little to dampen his awful slide

Apostles

When their hand touches
You feel well, again
Being anointed
By holy oil



Their tender friendships
Arranged around you

Recreates the Tabernacle
Filled with Holy Spirit

Directing an unseen light
Deep into old wounds

Where its touch brings
New life and vigor

oLD wHITE gUYS

The old republican party
Like husbands with hookers
Stinks like a shore with dead fish
Littered from end to end along love canal


After playing shell games
Organized in pyramid schemes
To the detriment of the entire world
They still make noise from their death beds


Lipstick painted on rocks
With low slung double D boobs
Wiggling suggestively to conservatives
Who have to take their eyes out at night to sleep


With wives in straight jackets
Who move trance like through days
Littered with the detritus of many mortgages
Rubbing up against the pilings of their magnificent docks

Mohammed

Over the abominable sand of a sterile landscape
God appeared to the prophet and complained

You speak too much about things
You know so little about




Finally in Iran during the early 21st century
Neda was shot down to die in her father’s arms

Galvanizing repressed women to prefer death
To another day crushed under the Mullah’s thumb




And these are the days, after her, we are all watching
To see if the people’s will can be achieved in Iran

But of course the richest Muslims cast their eyes
At heaven trying to catch the glimmer from His return

Clean Slate

In the background I heard
This chalk scratching

Out writing on
The wall



Whose invisible hand
Moved through eyes

Shaping clay into souls
It crept over our words



Finally exploding at death
From spines and brains

WE do finally realize just
What life really meant to US

Explorers

One hundred percent free
From the flow of Cascadian oil
Our small segment of the great organism

Succeeded from the union of our birth
Standing up and saying “Here I am
Doing what I feel is right to do”


Understanding means standing under source
Not just hearing the words of God but
Feeling them through your body

This is what an electrocution feels like
First every muscle in your body
Contracts then explodes

Finally your brain starts to boil away
Rushing out through the years
Your ship leaves the dock

Strapped In Leather

Roaches were running up both thighs
While blood ran out in front of the
House where I’d been left alone
Suffering for things I felt bad

Lingering past the hour of death
Even though limp yet flew on
Straight towards the light
Past the event horizon

Suddenly I realized why butterflies
Were so beautiful as the ground
Was punctuated with glorious
Bouquets of their fluttering

And I started to see some old friends
Appearing out of the mist gathered
Together to greet me at the door
Ushering in another nice guest

Good

When all our children go to one school
They will all be one people under God

When all our children become educated
They will participate in true democracy

When all our children discover the Truth
They will all know exactly who they are

When all our children bind infinity tight
They will unwind their way to the stars

Granny Ruthie

The cock roaches in my house are under your spell
All scurrying beneath the green beer bottles
Piled up in corners with Kleenexes
Yellowed stiff with time

This boy
A sweet sixteen
Out hunting one cold
Winter's day when out of
The East sprang up this breeze
Two large blackbirds settling down
On the branches of some tall pine trees
High above the stone of grandfather’s grave

Your grandson below in the snow aimed his gun
And shot! Suddenly the world stopped
Turning as those two big birds
Tumbled down through
The needles and
Leaves

Grandmother made us a black bird pie out of them
Feeding Ruthie and Jim each a breast on
Easter Sunday while grandfather
Sat delirious with syphilis

On the couch next to Granny who wore
Their wings in her ice blue hair

Panties

When my love leaves
On her business trips

I slip into the laundry
And gently caress her

Granny panties loving
Every crevice and fold

In a room she washed
Our clothes with a love



Never further away then
Simply thinking about her

I can see our lives stretching
From young adults into old age

Still loving to touch and groom each
Other exactly like old chimpanzees do

We two grizzly individuals all hunkered down
In our nest sitting on thrones we built each other

What is Art?

Art is dead material
That speaks louder than
Words or odd shapes in clouds

Art is first and foremost pure information
Like maple syrup a product of trees
It branches out sugaring minds

Lord

I must reach up
Into the skies
Where God dwells

In total silence old poets
Maintain mankind's
Highest horizon

Pattern patterns the quiet so loud
Silence full of sounds abound

In your dreams I’m awake
Another simple reality
For what’s left over

Riding the crest of big waves
This Silver Surfer glides
Past the watch tower

The Addict

Unresolved the blight
That invades the night

Driving me to unexpected
Destinations on the poor
Side of town in a run
Down tenement

Leaving behind what others
Thought of me escaping
In utter degradation
And management

Of the unresolved pain I felt
For letting everybody down

Carrie's Kitchen

The hardest thing to find
In the world above us
Won't be diamonds
But quality things

Created to last and not to fail
In the exercise of pure
And simple duty

Like grandfather's sinuous sythe
I liked to take out of the shed
Attacking big weeds with
It's razor sharp blade

Frankly loving the feeling of power I got
Swinging its great curves with arms
Pumped up with a cutting thrill

Cock-step swinging its blade through the weeds
Watching them fall with such a little effort
Around and through the garden rows
Anticipating our harvest to come

Cast iron skillet, corn bread, tomatoes with chocolate pies
Made more perfectly than any child in me imagined
Back there in Granny Carrie's fantastic kitchen