The Muddy Flowers

Dirty flowers
Choking on the ding
Polluted life
Infected blithe
Smothering lungs
I should have died
In Vietnam

Why did I choose
Life's continuation
Why did I choose a wife
Who violated my heart
How did I become
Nomenclature in choice
Empty of my children

I was empty in
The killing fields
I chose life
But I have been
Catastrophically wounded
My purpose seems to be
Delayed cannon fodder

Outside Mirror In Here

Force inside and outside

Separated by effect
Are co-spirits
When they come together
They pass as

The hammered wedge
That divides the wind

Down stream
The wind can storm
It can ripple to tsunami
My shoulder to the wind
Along with the myriad
Of permutations
Connect cosmic design

The synthesis between
Out there and in here

The wholeness of the polarity
The radiating oscillation
Makes my heart and mind
Dizzy in the flux
My consciousness has morphed

Love In The Streets

Who riveted me
Some artist made this street
My destination
I feel pixels of her life
I have passion to come this way
I woke up thinking about her
I desire to touch her
This morning

I have gone over the edge
The process of life
Lay in suspension
Paint on bricks and mortar
Kaleidoscope colors in her hair
Is this artist mad
How has madness enter my soul

Why am I lingering here
Is my soul so empty
How can my evoke
Live in evocative
Why when I walk by
Am I filled with pangs of hunger
Love, paint, bricks, mortar

I Live In The Wait

I feel the morning residue
The tears of moisture bubble
On the blades of grass
As if there was no law of gravity

Decapitated blades of grass
Morph into absence
On the scythe of your reap

I feel your pitiless contemplation
I feel your blade cut
I feel the vivisection begin
I want the pain to end the suffering
I want to hurry out of here
The pain of death is better
Than the life malaise

I tipped over my king
Life's resignation a long time ago
Why have you taken so long
I have learned there is
No good evil dialectic
I have learned God consciousness
How long does it take to bleed

A Lingering Me

I languished for a long time
As a seed pod
There were others too
We rested in our dormancy
The tree canopy denied us the sun
Then there was a fire

The food of life poured in

The sun filled our cells
We were enriched

There was germination
I could feel breaking through
I surged into existence
I was part of the greenery
In and against the charcoal
I raced into the atmosphere
Growth toward the sun
Provided a sumptuous
Living banquet

I became aware
Of metamorphosis
My flower was blue and white
These were appendages
Delicately soft swords
Deployed in external engagement
I had become
The beauty of the universe
I surged into the heart of the cosmos

The Stem Of Existence

Are the velvet white petals
Rippling in the breeze
Stuttering in my heart
In need of explanation
Do we need to quantify
Do we need to be reductionistic
Can't we just inhale
And soar with the beauty

Do we have to dissect
Life isn't made for that
It is made to surge
It is for the leaping ahead
Yes we need to buffer our hearts
With the pure white velvet
To conspire with the universe

To explore the veins of time

We need to shimmer
We need the symphonic
Resulting leaves in the wind
We need the rain in the street
The patter rhythm
Of our hearts
We need to close our eyes
Into acquiescence

Outside Time and Space

I've only recently arrived
In this world without parameters
I feel prenatal in this
Without space, time
There is only the present
I don't know past or future
I live in the exhilaration of now

There is only the magnification
I am in the hurl
I can teleport here and there
The universe contrives for me
I can see nurture
In the diamond droplets
I feel osmosis in the life lines

It's happening faster than now
My mind is almost overwhelmed
Yet I feel the conspiracy
Of the universe
My existence is a whirl wind
I breathe the trees
Deeply