It just doesn’t matter
How many accomplishments you achieve in your lifetime.
How many Sunday services you attend.
How many good deeds you try to do.
How many poems or books you have published.
How many times you’ve said you’re sorry,
Over and over
And over again.
It just doesn’t matter,
Because forgiveness never comes cheap.
It also never comes easy.
Sometimes it never comes at all.
It just doesn’t matter.
Pessimism the antidote to solutions
It is the anesthetic of imagination
The eager coroner of hope
The prophet of disappointment
No reason to sign up in advance.
gold gossamer wings
shared life of privileged bliss
feather melts away
—–
small little green tree
hardened tempests have all lost
rooted much deeper
—–
Baja timeless spent
dryness within challenges
still waterless times
—–
character lost there
partake of sensual sky
Night in Joshua Tree
Two words mate in my mouth
to form a third
The way, enemies become friends
The way, age-old
enemies turn lovers.
They meet some new
Some cursive, some ugliness
Both creating violent waves
with some coral cliffs of age-old consistencies
on the way to an utterance
Like the confused Sun lips blooming
before a vomit,
blooming after it.
Stoppage through a word love
of an age-old finger
on a baby lip, it’s mining out the past
with extreme thoroughness
When words were united enough
to follow the honest cry
of uncertainty.
Then one grew into a body of words,
into a word that’s body
Everything here, gets awarded with its limit
The lips were no different.
Now all that accepts a change
is our timeline
Words were meant to cease
Poems are noted, songs are recorded,
praises and curses reminisced,
kisses and betrayals pierced,
advice followed or rejected at once,
It all stops.
Love may have stopped at love
Hate, at hate
‘Either’ ceased as a confusion
‘Neither’ never moved.
Here old is old, new is new
Old is new, new is old
All defining emotions with finite sentences,
Each man as word,
each word as a cage
with impossible but easy bars
which makes him the most dangerous
and the safest.
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You thought I was stopping
by at the appointed time,
not nearly so close
I’ve been pushed away
any time’s wind filling
up my sail
I’ll be back around but
not at the place I was
expected, showing up
as a series of surprising
African masks, a lunar moth,
or some myth.
Silence is snow falling outside your door
Turning the world into seamless white
Covering up all things ugly and impure
Quietly caressing the earth through the night
Silence is a mime telling stories without words
Using only features on his face recorded
He’s understood perfectly though his voice isn’t heard
By all that see him he’s greatly adored
Silence is a window through which one can look
Seeing wondrous things, but not hearing a sound
Silence is also realized in an interesting book
Where exciting stories can always be found
Silence is sitting and thinking your thoughts
No one can know whether they’re evil or good
But thoughts make up what your life has wrought
In your silent thoughts, try to think good
Good relationships are healing
So go clean up the bad ones
You’re bound to feel better
Envy and grudges are weighing you down
So toss’em in a bonfire watch all the smoke
Be much lighter in the realm of absurdity
Farther along we may understand why
Just as anyone can tell,
what is
is more than a matter
of a brief notice
More than a simple
acknowledgment,
a short statement
Just a small amount
of peeling
reveals more
Boxes are easy
to build and arrange,
contents are difficult,
so much more difficult.
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My mother’s plants flourished in our garden
The azaleas and fragrant jasmine blossomed
From their vulnerable transplanted state
They prospered and assumed permanence
With new roots and assured contours
Like my mother I’ve learned to nurture
And delight in the sight of new growth
natural, god-given gift, one of a kind,
a promising protege, and a rare find
all this head start, one thing rings true
whatever you do can trump your i.q.