Deliver the Truth

Posted: May 22, 2018 in Uncategorized

It is hard for me to deliver truth easily
I tend to turn up the volume hammer it home.

The heart of it is defensive
I lack the grace that confidence bestows.

I try to emulate others whose natural ease I admire
absorb the essence of their elegance.

Another considered shell layered onto my carapace
the camouflage is for protection.

The downside is no one can see me
and who hears the word of a ghost?

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Doing No Harm

Posted: May 21, 2018 in Uncategorized

Is doing no harm good enough
not being evil is setting the bar low
I thank you for not telling me lies
I deeply appreciate not being murdered.

I do but can’t you muster a little empathy
is a bit of understanding too much to ask
between good versus bad balance seems preferable
tilt at that windmill or lance the side of a saint.

But tilt one way or the other
neutrality is a hazard zone
prone to entropy and decadence
this is an argument against peace.

Undermine tranquility set forces in motion
the adept’s way cannot be disequilibrium
everything else is driving me crazy
I am doing no harm I am doing enough.

          You vexed me with your unreason
          your lack of clarity your confusion and disquiet
          if we can be silent with one another for five minutes
          we may have a chance.

Half Right

Posted: May 17, 2018 in Uncategorized

You refashion coincidence as destiny
see signs and portents I see hum and drum
what chance does fact have under your rainbow?

You present me with a homemade miracle
and I must explain myself
is this a contest for control?

If I stand strong will you try to tear me down
must I respond in kind
my sorrow is knowing I am half right.

 

The Wonder of the Tale

Posted: May 16, 2018 in Uncategorized

I test the veracity of my own personal myths to see if they hold water
stories I spin from memory songs I’ve sung along the way
pretty poems I left in seat pockets of jet planes.

Despite the truth I reveal my story remains a mystery
I have hazy recollection of its beginning
the episodes I relate are replete with gaps
rips in my narrative holes in my heart.

I am all ears when it comes to alternate versions
new plot devices I can deploy for happy endings
my heartbeat thumping like wet leaves falling.

The pages pile up a pulpy water-logged tome
I enumerate the volumes catalog them chronologically
more truth in fiction than in facts that’s for sure
there’s the wisdom in this work the wonder of the tale.

Love In Reverse

Posted: May 15, 2018 in Uncategorized

Hate is love in reverse
no passing cordialities can unseat such tightly held faith
such pious rectitude and loving condemnation.

I see it in your eyes how I am lost I won’t deny it
our paths crossed in a twinkling triggering spontaneous opportunity
I won’t deny failing to forgive learn ignore and implore.

But I am steadfast I am moored in time
lost to this moment rushing past like whispering wind or a glancing kiss
true love is a storm that impels billowing sails bound for the North Star.

Headlong my vessel plunges over the edge of the known world
somewhere in the roiling white mist-riled maelstrom below
we grab hold to one another or we are swept forever beyond reach.

The Buddha Broke My Heart

Posted: May 13, 2018 in Uncategorized

Events convince me people are nothing but patterns
we are the fabric of our existence
actor and act we are the pieces and we are the puzzle.

The Buddha broke my heart
I ignored the sign: Abandon comfort all ye who enter here
made myself uncomfortable and unlovable.

Forget the individual I could focus only on the totality
only a conspiracy of fate can explain the hits I’ve taken
have I done so much harm that I should be harmed thus?

Perhaps we come to need most what we most deny others
I’ll take the blame I earned it fair and squared
you can’t argue with the calculus of a reckoning.

Still Life Quickened

Posted: May 12, 2018 in Uncategorized

SO: Conventional attitudes around mammalian aesthetics
our physiology informs our impressions
opinions come to us by way of all flesh.

We must make these things make sense
it’s how we know pornography when we see it
and why certain combinations of colors make us weep.

Some sound discordant notes like an alarm at midnight
the pictures we paint with jagged lines
depict a new landscape a still life quickened.

THEN: Our formulae falling off the page
scrambled letters and symbols confound optic nerves
in a sweat we riot an aesthetic panic attack.

An extreme reaction to micro-muscular contraction
writhing nervous systems rewiring themselves
the circuit breakers broken.

Bones smashed
limp bodies in the street concrete proof cubism is clarity
thus the senses are not to be trusted.