Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem

Reading a book alone in the Redwood Forrest On the observational scale, I do sit here in the redwoods in lotus pose, with a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on a stack of logs next to me. What is the catch? Is that but the paranoid disillusionment of the redneck hippiesContinue reading “Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem”

Charleena Lyles and 3

Charleena, Charleena A mother of 3. Several bullets laid out     For her children to see. Charleena is dead  And so is her baby. For Charleena was pregnant, She was past month 3. Charleena, Charleena, You had a name. As did several others, All the casualties in this game. Charleena, Charleena, I did notContinue reading “Charleena Lyles and 3”

I Am Not a MadMan

I have been called to my own self defense, I am no madman, I am nothing but a bounty, of love and resource for all, for all who want and               accept it. I am not a madman. I am a presence that makes no        Continue reading “I Am Not a MadMan”

No More and Never Was

So stings the said cruelty of nothing more than words. True to the moraless morals unethical ethics. What blind robot is unbiased? Can a critic be so dry of emotion they can judge unfairly? HA! Sweet bias is what drives our sight of insight upon sight! Feel that which is no more. No more, andContinue reading “No More and Never Was”

All is and are blank, Parody of the Selves

The nuisance of existing in such trying times. All is blank and all are blank and harsh and spoiled are the years. Everything is now just a parody of itself. God is dead, and so is satan and all their followers are in denial. Still wishing, and calling, praying and screaming, “Help!” 8/10/10 

Foul Hours Before the Sweet Embrace of Night

The Hours are foul. The Sun Sets. I must begone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid the adieu, and move on to the night anew. 7/27/10

That Which Cries to Fear A Waste

Yes and I again return to the charge that is my pity, Unwarranted, Unwanted, constant rapacious and facetious, Constant upon the negative fear and change, Fear and change of that which is unchanged, unspoken, Unwarranted. Contrived and conceded A Waste, A Waste! but at all and as such a waste for the better a wasteContinue reading “That Which Cries to Fear A Waste”

Say Why, and Wonder…

Sorcerers, Kings, Drugs, and other anachronisms whose shocks are dead, whose fear is not, whose echo bares no echo who so dares be sought of some pain, some truth, some pointless dreary beggars sordid mature evolve. Sorted on some contrived agreement some false ideas about other even more false ideas, false ideas Upon false ideas,Continue reading “Say Why, and Wonder…”

The Hours are Foul

The hours are foul. The sun sets. I must be gone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid thee adieu, and move on to the night anew.   7/27/10

Be foul, but look you a friendly face

Merry it is that you look on this day with holy woe. It was this cracked surface. This blocked tomb that the events did carry on. Be foul, but look you a friendly face To hide your wounded fear. Pitch your bio forth, to a kind and open ear. 7/28/10

Luck’s Valiant Fortune

Luck’s valiant fortune is a blessing on this rotten state of nature. Hallowed be the night sky and purple morn. Token by the word of mouth does a story spread. Only to be lost within the sorts of time. Stated be the structure of sorts, and told this tale in time. It will be mocked,Continue reading “Luck’s Valiant Fortune”

This word, Love.

My heart is open to all. My soul is an open book, for love is a universal character even the poorest and the meanest and the most sad and the most spiteful and the most lonely have loved, or still love, or forever love. Where is your love? Have you none? Then you have someContinue reading “This word, Love.”