2003
Written
21 May 2003
it’s a windy life so nice and tight so smooth and light so bright
it’s a dusty road a cotton field full of
grass and coal
so delicate and rough so
smooth and hard
so walk lightly and
do not wear shoes so your feet
can mature to take the bruise
so wrestle with this and walk with that
and move about and wiggle and listen and
play and single??? You move and altered your
state and upset your morning and at night
you wake and feel the need to be
who you really are bnut were not
all day out there in the world where
you play the game that hurts so
much your fall apart and tremble inside
while you wear the mask of
someone else but cannot know what you
truly are till the pain is so that the
night stillness speaks so gently to you
and at once because you don’t have
the virtue now but allow it finally
while there is no choice but hear
at that time when knowone is
talking to you and you are not worrying about
what you want or cannot have but
that quiet moment when god
speaks to you at that stillness that
only you can know is real and true
and honest and clear and right and as black and
white as the pimple on your cheak with
the little black head that has been with you since
you can remember. It is as clear as
that ….as clear as the shape of your left thumb which is
slightly smaller than
your right because it did not get smashed
by the basketball like a few other fingers
on your hands…its as clear as that like the
smell of your tshirt after not showering
all day…like the pattern that you always
see when the sun blazes on your eyes on
that hot summer day, the ring of light
that reminds you of your eyeball and the
light around it and the trail of particles
that move gracefully down with perfect gravity
(like the red blob of your 1970’s lava lamp floating in liquid light?)
to the place and time
where you blink again to bring it back
up only to fall again and play
with this you will till you are
awakened by the necessity of your bodies desire to release itself of
liquids that are much lke if not
exactly the same as the fluid that
allows the particles in your eye
to swim with grace and beauty
and perfect form in organic
euphoria.
And If You Knew
03 February 2003
and if you knew would it matter now and if you knew would you somehow
allow the love inside the
and if you knew and if you will and if you can and if you till and if you sing and if you take and if you love and dif you hate and if you can and if you could and if you try and if you did and if you will
and if you won’t and if you give and
if you do and if you hear and if you walk and if you carry on with that now and if you do or if you stop would you ever leave him and If you can and if you could and if it’t time and if you should and would you dream and would you love and would you wonder and would you give up the day as it is now it seems and would the times left for you to dream mean something else than you know right now
and is it time to let shadows fade to black and white like satan glade
It's A Windy Life
21 May 2003
nyc
from brains so amazing ths ilife so beautiful this llife….so real this life
it’s a windy life
so nice and tight
so smooth and light
so bright
it’s a dusty road
a cotton field
full of grass and coal
so delicate and rough
so smooth and hard
so walk lightly and do not wear shoes
so your feet can mature
to take the bruise
so wrestle with this
and walk with that
and move about
and wiggle and listen
and play
You move and altered your state and upset your morning and at night you wake and feel the need to be who you really are but were not all day out there in the world where you play the game that hurts so much you fall apart and tremble inside while you ware the mask of someone else but cannot know what you truly are till the pain is so that the night stillness speaks so gently to you and at once because you don’t have the virtue now but allow it finally while there is no choice but hear at that time when knowone is talking to you and you are not working at what you want or cannot have but that quiet moment when god speaks to you at that stillness that only you can know is real and true and honest and clear and right and as black and white as the pimple on your cheek with the little black head that has been with you since you can remember….
It is as clear as that as clear as the shape of your left thumb which is slightly smaller than your right because it did not get smashed by the basketball like a few other fingers on your hands…. Its as clear as that like the smell of you t-shirt after not showering all day……like the pattern that you always see when the sun blazes on your eyes on that hot summer day, the ring of light that reminds you of your eye ball and the light around it and the trail of particles that move gracefully down with perfect gravity
to the place and time where you blink again to bring it back up only to fall again and pray
with this you will till you are awakened by the necessity of your bodies desire to release itself of liquids……..that are much like if not exactly the same as the fluid that allows the particles in your eye to swim with grace and beauty and perfect form in organic europhia….
Amen to all of this and more….
This Life Is So Fragile So Strong
21 May 2003
home from nyc to philly @ train… for dad who lost his friend Chuck
this life so fragile so strong so weak so mightiy so light so bright so dark so sour so sweet so right so dark so now so its time tto allow it all to be with all of me
thank you lord for all the gifts so many to know so many to have
thank you…
I Was Wise And I Was Unjust
15 December 2003
I was wise and I was unjust I was blind and I was light I was with and I was without
I was kind and I was simplified I was graduated and I was heartbroken. I was given and I was broken I was loaned and I was dethroned I was misplaced and I was in space and I was signified and I was an alibi and I was bottled up in side and I was drunk from my former life
I was driven and I was held I was murder and I was under your spell I was battered and I was broke I was lifted and I was undisciplined I was let up inside and I was unorganized and I was left aside and I was on a ride to a place far from where I'd be if I were with you in side of me
I was your friend I tried to desend I wrote and I played I stumbled and I said goodbye to you my lover my friend my good times
forever
I was with you and then I was gone I was your hero and I was not available
I was your time capsule and I was without teeth I was lip service and I was more than I never thought I'd be.
I ran and I wept I rode high and I dropped off I sang and I stood I
dropped and I waved goodbye.
On The Fly
15 December 2003
Monday am on the a train to pratt… used in 12 poems book
On the fly I'm dreaming on the ride I'm singing on the train I'm
listening to you
On the run I'm watching on the road I'm walking on the way I'm dreaming
of you
On the way I'm hearing On the way I'm being On the way I'm with you and
Hear right now I am
On the way I'm trying On the way I'm trying On the way I'm dying To be
all that I can be
On this road I'm with you (all of humankind) On this road I'm with you
On the way I'm dreaming and crying for you.
On the way I'm crying On the way I'm crying
On the way =I'm dying
To be here with you