Saturday, June 30, 2018

Status

status green
go…
status gold
go…

status sinking hopeless
cherry ripe
dynamic confusion
moaning disintegration
gurgling hostility
poetic ambivalence
blushing insanity
authentic everyman
diamond clarity

Static status holding stasis
steady on course stealthily
in hopes of the immaculate 
direction.

A course is a course of course,
of course and no one can take
a change of course, of course
unless that change is the famous 
change known as T.G.S. 
(The Great Switcheroo)…but, let’s
not talk about that now.




Apotheosis

The best of the best of the best
of what?
Divine status on hold…
“I want to talk to the manager!”
….it’s only a matter of waking up
to what’s around you,
paying attention the entry fee.

I’m sorry; everything you’ve been 
told is wrong. If you were Holden
Caulfield, you’d know that by now.
If you were Yossarian, you’d already 
be looking for the exit. If you were 
Rimbaud, you’d be deranging your
senses; Kesey, on LSD; Tonto on a
vision quest; Jesus finding Buddhism
In Persia; Alexander drinking soma in
India; Huxley taking mescaline; Cary
Grant on acid; Younghusband in Tibet.

“You ain’t gonna learn what you don’t 
wanna know,” (Jerry). Change happens, 
but you have to let it….not stuck to a
rut (not groove: groove includes change)
because the familiar is so…familiar. 
That’s why Buddha said first thing is to
leave the family.

Nobody learned to sing that didn’t also
know how to fight. No snowflakes in a
bird’s nest: it’s fly or die. Everyone fails
as part of the path. If you want to know
the truth, you have to break a few eggs.
It doesn’t matter what people think that
take their thoughts as real. You’ve been
given an interface with a world…the 
natural thing to do is to use it.

If you were born grown and had a week 
to live, you’d want to know something
pretty quick. The illusion of eternity 
creeps in when we see we wake up every
morning, forgetting that, once, we didn’t
exist. We feel no urgency, like a cow in a
large field of grass. But sometimes, when 
we walk away, from a plane crash say, we
don’t see things the same way ever again.

Humans can evolve intentionally because 
of their large brains, which mimic the 
universe in structure. Experience is the path,
awareness the tool to unlock infinity.  If
enlightenment wasn’t already potential in all, 
there never would have been a Buddha.

So, get to work.







Friday, June 29, 2018

The Plan To Save The World

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6cYZ8dUgPuU

It Is You

Well, it was you
for a while, but then,
there were others,
and the pain got less
each time.

Amazing what the animal
body does, fixating on love
as so real. Obviously, lovers
are not in their right minds.

Romantic love was never 
meant to last, even as you
crumble to dust in my arms.

I’m an addict…all I wanted
was that rush of passion…
what a great drug…nothing
personal. Too soon?

Cosmic Babble

Adsorbable everyday dream 
heartsick calibration
eating dead gravy
magnificent blemish eruption
naked mirror bluntness

everyday guaranteed unsure
bottomless cosmetic misunderstanding
coercion forgery cuteness cartoon
charismatic plagiarism sideshow
reality cut to fit.

“Everything must go!”
“Hottest deals in world history”
“Landmark uncontested monolithic giveaway!”
“Pre-armageddon close out!”

You say you want a revolution….well,
….surprise, motherfucker.







Tuesday, June 26, 2018

White Rabbit

“there is an undiscovered country
a hidden realm
that is not on any map.”   Michael White


the undiscovery
is not anyone’s fault…
if it was a snake
it already bit you

…and the CIA has learned
and created tools to make 
people invisible to others…
not hard to imagine, just
go to the mall

but the kingdom of heart and soul
of which you write is sure here just
stop and look and see listen to jazz
say hi to anyone including babies

It doesn’t take a Maori Zen master
to realize satori, but, it’s crazy.

you keep rushing around so much,
no wonder you can’t find yourself!



Poker And Poetry

I lost at on line poker…
so, the only thing left is poetry…
If I had any birds
I could line their cages,
except, it would be electrons,
and I don’t have any birds.

As bad at this as I was at poker…
I blame God, I point to Him 
everywhere: 
“there He is, and, over there!”

Just because He’s God, it doesn’t
mean He has to do anything.

He can’t be separate from His creation;
the Ultimate Masturbation.

(This is so much more fun than either
poker or poetry!)

Everything that can happen, will happen
because of infinity of time and space.

But, we shouldn’t blame God for that, 
because where’s the will, the intention,
if everything will just happen? 
I’m afraid
God is man’s invention; to tie up all the
loose ends, put them in a bag, throw the
bag into a corner, and forget it’s there.

(If comedians have a fault, among others,
sometimes they can’t stop telling jokes…
Paula Poundstone. What a rush, 
Dexedrine  and miles and miles of 
newsprint a la  Kerouac!)

I mean, if you’re good at knitting you knit…
hours and hours…people get onto that 
track. People make sailing ship models 
out of toothpicks…scrimshaw…

…keeping busy…heaven help you if you 
should just be there in your body, still and
sensate. No words about that.





Words Worth

This is it
all I’ve got left
a few words
of the infinity of words
traversing lips
since words began.

So many things have become
because of words: wars fought 
and lost or won,
charters and declarations
trying to put into words
what should be done.

So many people stirred by words…
“Yeah, that’s right, that’s the ticket!”
…as if they understood the words
they though they heard.
Millions moved,
nations created
and destroyed 
by words.

Nobody talked their way 
out of confusion
Nobody talked their way 
into enlightenment.

The little voices inside your head
are merely words with no place to go,
recycling momentum of ideas you had,
bullying the senses aside, 
creating the impression you know.

Trapped by language…choosing familiar
concepts to justify the self created cage
we sing from, feigning freedom.

Yes, we have prepared faces 
to meet with other faces, 
painting ourselves with the makeup
of self reference without relevance,
shocked when we hear our own voices.

Words have been weaponized at this time.
Shotgun blast of rhetoric mixed with emotion.

Only poetry and music give meaning
to words you can take to the bank,
which is why the great yogis sang.


















Monday, June 25, 2018

Leavin' Trunk

I’m packin’ my leavin’ trunk, Honey,
I sure am. Gettin’ outta Dodge, an
artful codger. Ain’t nutthin’ in America
I left behind, ‘cause the America I knew
is already long gone.

Ready, steady, go! So long, and thanks
for all the music and art, what you should
have been paying attention to instead of
losing touch with your souls because it 
was easier that way.

Kmart, Walmart, all the marts ain’t smart,
but, smarter than you. Do you ever wonder
why you feel the way you do, or, just let the
doctors, pundits, priests and politicians 
tell you? Belief is just a swallow away.

Some are not asleep, see the scheme 
of things externally controlled. No President
has been as reviled as Trump. Just that
should give you pause, but, no, hysteria,
democracy in action, is the action of this 
mob.

So, no thanks, you’re welcome to your world,
the one you created while you weren’t looking.
I don’t have to ask what’s cooking.










Saturday, June 23, 2018

Late Night Muse

Visits in the form of
“I can’t watch what’s happening
in the world for a while…..sheesh!”

So, back to square one, 
beginner’s mind,
senses without 
intelligent machine enablers.

this cigarette here,
taking it’s own sweet time, 
it’s little noir nudge,
“pass me the blindfold.”

crickets…dogs strangely silent
I know there’s a storm out there,
close…trying on a new pair of
cargo shorts…(love those)

i love distant downshift roar
at night, in bed, of semis on
the Autopista, like trains at night
in Illinois, industrial lullaby

Nothing
going on in my head…
don’t know where these words 
came from.


Saturday, June 16, 2018

Addendum To Infinity

Subsumed by darkness...
what does the light do? engulf us?
it's a grave truth indeed
when we ignore the universe.

The Fallacy Of Misplaced Concreteness*

We take a step, and the step’s not there.
Our whole life has been a Ponzi scheme.
Taking hearsay to be the truth…
no wonder we’re confused.

Apply Occam’s razor, and get a life.

All we’ve found out is that we cannot know.
All we’ve discovered is a cascade of dead ends.
Those that lived in harmony were already there.
Those that searched for a better truth found 
themselves lost.

Apply Occam’s razor, and give up philosophy 
and religion.

“The search for an external protector has met
with no success.” Expectations are a dark alley.
If humanity is going to rally, get off media life 
support, find the truth that’s out there, and 
discover yourself.

Apply Occam’s razor and get a job.


*Whitehead