"Poems echo down time..."

Poems echo down time...

a love song becomes a howl.

Haunted by the ecstasy of ancestors...

toe-tapping timeless tunes

writ by broken hearted legions...

perfume of ancient desire and tragedy lingers.

Dancing in a graveyard.

joy and sadness together...

"That's as close to God

as I wanna get."

Critical Mass

The Gothic Tabernacle was full

of prayers praying their hearts out...

their hearts are reaching out to a 

Critical Mass.

It doesn't matter what religion, 

what continent...we all feel 

the pain of the world........

Listening to CNN Live Coverage of Attacks in Mumbai: A Live Poemcast

Sounds like an NFL football game...

...the commentators...

I feel like I'm with those people in India...

It feels like it did in Elgin,  Illinois, the riots

after MLK was shot. I was...maybe...sixteen.

The closer-to-death-life-flashing-in-front-of-you

phenomena...the closer to death you are, the more

"here" you are, the more timeless, the more you

see past/future in a moment...

...the more vivid one remembers...

...this poem is being brought to you "LIVE!"

I feel so sorry for those people there....

those people suffering so...

...this pain brought to you...Live!

Shimmering Illusion

We can look back at history and see patterns and trends. Theoretically, if we look at past

behavior, it should be possible to distinguish, and change, tendencies that are detrimental

for individual as well as common good. This does not happen. Why? Why is history doomed

to repeat itself? Why do we seem to be unable to learn from it?

The reality we know is not solid, is ever changing. The microcosm reflects the macrocosm.

Uncertainty is scalable...from subatomic, wave vs. particle uncertainty, to uncertainty that

puts a black man into the White House....something no one would have bet on two years ago.

One could document the steps leading to Obama's victory...but the best and simplest 

explanation for that victory is simply that the time was right. In other words, no one

really knows how Obama became president. The shimmering illusion of his phenomena

resonated with enough other shimmering phenomena to create a sympathetic chord

vibration that caused enough entities to manipulate machines in such  way that it

was perceived that Obama had enough resonance to be declared the next president...seems to

be one vague explanation.  A laundry list of reasons why his campaign was more effective than McCains doesn't explain the phenomena. It's like pointing to musical notes on paper as an explanation of sound. Symbols are never the "thing-in-itself". "Whatever this is, it's not a table."

The way we see affects perception. What we see is affected by the way we see. The possibility of being burned as a witch these days is slim because no one sees witches anymore. A ragged man, talking to himself, wandering the streets of New York is seen as different than that man in

a small village in Peru. The best place to hide something is in plain view, because it takes away the stigma of being hidden. People believe lies because they are spoken as if they were the truth,  by entities that project a shimmering trustworthy quality...they believe their own lies.

History repeats itself because the same old lies are touted as something new by the same types of entities that always seek power.

Post Apocalyptic Punk

My hair's on fire...screech, bump, screech of tires as they run over somebody...

it's ok no one pays much attention to the occasional desiccated body thats been hanging

out a tenement window a few months...that's a popular tattoo now..

permanent shunts in fashionable arms in distinctive tech and color statements, a brace

of i.v.'s at each cafe table...posters of Lilly Allen and Rehab on pock marked walls

showing many layers of paint job like most of the customers.

"Apocalypse? Yeah, they were in last week...tonight we got Slave Labor fronting

for Barbarians From The Frontier. Last time they were here there were twenty dead 

and many injured. The cover was steep enough  to carry it. They love this stuff...

what better way to go out than have a blow out, spend your money and be sure you 

were dead before the night was over? So what if they consumed your body for the residuals?

We're way beyond the day of the hash brownie."

Thanatopsis

There's an end to the movie:

"Groundhog Day".

But the image is oddly familiar...

as if we want to disbelieve

what we already know

what we've already seen

in moments of deja vu,

visions as a child we now

discount... and so forth.  

Breakfast

Good Morning.

How's your part of the world?

Taste it with your senses.

Taste it with your senses.

Taste it before you rush off.

Do this little exercise.

Five minutes of tasting

before anything else.

Where are you?

What are you doing...really?

Take the taste test.

Haiku

I got the Haiku 

contract...my bid was lowest...

I beat them all.

What Did You Expect?

Dragonfly hovers while Grateful Dead play...

the world holds it's breath...

my Muse lounges near me,

strung out on anti-depressants.

Even the Dead can't wake me.

My tombstone already reads: "Finally!"

My list has no entry.

My Muse looks at me with glazed eyes.

"Oh, that magic feeling...

nowhere to go..."

Echoes from Sixties music halls

play in my mind like ghosts.

Have fun,  find love,  good luck...

don't get sucked into the movie...

don't trust anyone over fifty.

November 1st, 2008 Day of the Dead

Just a few clouds. Today is Day of the Dead...

and I'm wearing my Grateful Dead Skull shirt. 

Close to the election...No tricks, Now! 

My horror scope says not to go out tonight...

hidden beings are bound to be about. 

(A being could be....just an emotion that passes through you.)

There's more than one day for the dead here...

there's one for children that died, one for accidental deaths, etc..

...and one for everybody....

a big...honker party....it's said the dead come back that night, 

and people talk to them. I have no problem with that....

...and they strew flowers on the path to their abode....

into the house leading up to the family shrine,

so the dead can find them....

...and then there's the election

and white clouds.