Connection

 All I want to do is get back to you.

I can’t remember who you were, or

how it was, or if I was even there.

Just a memory of a strange perfume 

I kept looking for, over and over in

each of my beautiful lovers, which 

was there. Electrochemical inception

of karma gene synapses awakening

the quantum matrix to realization, to

put it mildly, or, 

your words here.

Life Long Learning

 Life long learning repeats itself

but might keep things interesting.

I mean, if you just  stop,

that’s it.

Not so good.

Usually, as adults, it’s a matter of

adapting, not learning something new.

If we’re still evolving, that’s not true.

Evolution means everything continually 

gets more new.

The mind is what evolves all these lives.

We evolve to do better

see better 

be better

meaning moar better put poetically,

(was that necessary to say?)

seeing new things is evolution.

Shakespeare’s plays evolved the

English Language.

Why do we remember 

things we’ve never seen?

“The play (life) is the the thing

in which the truth is revealed.”

machine, within machine, 

within machine.

Whine (for Allen Ginsberg)

 I’ve seen the worst minds of my generation:

“Why don’t I have a place in the sun?

Why didn’t I get confirmed as ‘Secretary of

Whatever’ with no credentials whatsoever?

Why can’t I, a lonely terrorist, come to the USA,

be fed, housed, and given money so I can prepare 

for a scare event?

Why don’t I have a government job that I could 

never, ever, ever, ever, ever, no matter what, be 

fired from?

Why doesn’t the world always do what I want,

and always make me happy?

You can believe me because I never lie

and I’m always right.

You wonder why

I identify 

as a bunny?”

New Oxymoron

 Woke Ethic

As in: “They will be a great hire because 

they have a great woke ethic.”

Something Happened. (2007)

 Something happened…

…and I found myself

in a jungle

on a prison break.

…and I found myself

at bat, two out,

bottom of the ninth,

down by one.

…and I found myself

on a balcony in Tepoztlan 

eating pizza.

…and I found myself

at the cocktail party

from hell. “Why did I

ever write that book?”

…and I found myself

seventy years old

on a park bench,

“I wasted my life.”

…and I found myself

breathing out

for the last time.

Verisimilitude Blues. (2007)

I got those verisimilitude blues…

It seems I got nothing to lose,

as if life’s gone down the drain…

I feel like I won’t smile again.

I don’t know about you,

ain’t sure about myself,

don’t know if this world is true,

it may be a Matrix, that’s why I’m blue.

Even when I think I’m have in fun,

I can’t trace back where the fun begun.

Did I take the red pill or the blues?

I can’t be sure it’s real, can you?

Drinking coffee on a rainy day,

when I see you I don’t know what to say.

I look out the window, it may be true…

cold sky grey, mind sky blue.

Laughsong

Mule Skinner Blues by the Fendermen.

I discovered this by laughsinging to

Sousa marches. Just laugh the notes! 

Hee is high Ha is medium Ho is low.

It will make you laugh for real and you

just keep your place in the music and 

come back into it when you’re ready.

It’s just for laughs. Try it with kids.

Fred: A story with a punchline

Fred was my brother who died from

a heart attack in the shower a few years ago.

My first thought when I heard the news was:

“Good, he’s dead.”

My second thoughts were that, the fact that he

died when he did and how he did were the most

compassionate acts he ever did for anyone else,

and the greatest gift to his family. 

“What?” you ask, “You didn’t love your brother?”

Let’s start to put it this way: I didn’t know I loved

my mother until after she was dead.

I never loved my brother. When we got a little

older, we constantly got into serious fights, and

I wanted to kill him. Once, I had the opportunity,

and was just about to kill him, when, suddenly,

a thought came into my mind: “It’s not your

decision whether he lives or dies.”

I just realized while writing this, that that 

thought that came to me 60 years ago, didn’t 

come from my mind.

The War Of Art (2013)

 Declaration of Art

I declare a state of art exists between

all artists and their sympathizers, and

the Bluetaneers (to steal from Yellow

Submarine), yes, those that would steal

beauty and replace it with a waxy facsimile.

Art will prevail because Nature is our Ally!

This art will be waged in every venue at

every possible moment! Spontaneous!

All the time art! The kids will giggle and

grow up to be saints, and the fogies will

have heart attacks! This is my plan!

Join me now!

Pre-existing Condition

 All the COVID tests proves

is that a disease exists.

It doesn’t prove we exist.

That’s the proof 

no one has ever found.

There are symptoms, of course.

But all the alchemy of philosophy 

has not provided a touchstone 

to transmute our ignorance to gold.

There is no insurance to provide

assurance of the next moment,

let alone what will become of us,

no prognosis for life; the present

nor the future one.

The secret nobody knows

is how square one arose.

We Are Beings Made Of Light

“All matter is frozen light.” Sheldrake

NOW it all makes sense.

If you take Sheldrake’s sentence and consider

that in Tibetan Buddhism there is what’s called

the “Rainbow Body” phenomenon documented 

by many first hand accounts over hundreds of

years of Buddhism in Tibet, it makes sense.

“Rainbow Body” happens when an accomplished

yogin/meditation practitioner dies and their 

physical body vanishes slowly until all that is

left is hair and teeth. Light is one phenomenon 

accompanying Rainbow Body. Glad to see 

Western science is catching up. Penrose with 

his theory of a cyclical universe, opposed to 

the “Big Bang”, is synchronistically 

in tune with Sheldrake’s theory.

 

To Wait To Be Or Not To Be

 Waiting because reality

is not currently presenting me

with the usual current of events,

one leading to the next in endless

succession if not repetition, 

hence, waiting, or simply hanging 

in space, and yet, even that bareness 

seems to have a purpose, (an add on)

when you’re waiting for Godot…

but…maybe…

that’s how the Bible came to be,

let alone Peter, Paul and Mary.

It’s about all I can do to just be, which

is why the word “waiting” no longer 

applies. Like the Zen Master said to the

novice sitting next to him: “There is

nothing ‘next’! This is it!”

It’s the silence we notice at a pause in

the action, when what happens next 

isn’t clear. For a moment a glimpse of

where we all came from.

Transgenderism; Or, Why I’m Not On Social Media

If it was a real thing, there would be woman

trying to look like Arnold Schwarzenegger, 

or even Bruce Jenner in addition to seventy

year old men with 50” artificial breasts bouncing

around. 

The method is one of Communist subversion.

(and you wonder why I’m not on social media?)

( P. S. I love to drive Lefties crazy on the internet.

The more of them go crazy and blow their brains

out, the better place the world will be).

Now you don’t wonder why I’m not on Social Media.

But! What I  wonder is, at LBGTQ parties,

do they serve gender fluid beverages?

That Mel K…she sure is good at revealing

that Global Conspiracy…that sure is true!

How long has she been doing that now, 

how many years? How long ‘til somebody 

gets around to doing something about it,

I mean, now that we know? Is that what 

we’re waiting for in 2024? Is that what we

were waiting for in 2020? Is that what we 

were waiting for in 2016? Is that what we 

will be waiting for in 2028? 2032?

Maybe it’s like what Don Rickles said

to Frank Sinatra, only to America:

“America, wake up, it’s over…you’re 

through!” 

Frank was emblematic of what America

was, so, it makes more sense. He was one

of America’s Brands.

I didn’t watch the video to see if I’m right.

I’m sure someone will tell me I’m wrong,

I’ll watch the video and see I’m right, we’ll

slander each other in the comments, and it

will be another day of bullshit activity in the

Communist compromised USA! Hurray!

Headline:  A Crack In “The View”?

Isn’t the headline itself a crack?

Besides, I thought there were five

cracks in “The View”?

(first, I explain the joke…then, I tell it)

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You Tube is their tube and don’t you forget it!

(optical illusion: when you scan the % signs above from 

left to right, at first the o’s seem to lean left, and as you scan right

they lean to the right.)

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Comments I’ve left on the internet:

—There’s a study that says relying on

studies for your opinions rather than finding

the facts for yourself makes you stupid, or,

means you’re brainwashed.

—Keep standing on your pile of certainty and

enjoy the smell.

—I identify as a genius compared to most people

that post on the internet.

—Well, there are two sides to any fence.

—Let people think what they want about me.

If it means I’m I’m not like them, that’s all the

confirmation I need.

— (in response to:  “ A lot of Scottish people can’t say ‘purple burglar alarm’.”)

That’s ok. A lot of people in the USA can’t say: “The Democrats are traitors and

we need Trump back as President.”

—The best decade for music? 1960’s. If you don’t know that, 

you haven’t taken enough drugs.

—The Supreme Court needs a Jester. I nominate Bill Burr.

—Response to Mark Steyn about being a foreigner living

in New England:

“I’m a USA citizen living in a small town in Mexico for

twenty years, trying to fit in. The first ten years I was always

walking around town , drunk all the time, so, nobody noticed

me. 

For the last eight years I’ve been sober, wearing colorful

clothes, a tie, and rainbow socks every day when I go 

downtown….which took a while for the natives to register,

but they came around. My daughter lives near Burlington.

They’ve adapted very well. They have guns.”

—France’s hypocrisy has always been evident. It’s part of

their National character, the same as the way a sullen work

ethic has always been a part of the character of Germany. A

country won’t let go of its ego unless it has to. 

It took two atom bombs to make Japan let go

Two invasions, millions of lives lost in two World Wars

didn’t do it for France. Instead, they thought Jerry Lewis 

was funny.

Pulp Fiction

Reality ground to a pulp.

The fictitious story that does

the grinding longs to be the truth,

longs to be believed, to prevail.

“Here at Delusion Central, we 

have ways to make you think.”

Find the hard truth, and hold on

for your life.

Mexican Cuisine

I asked for some potatoes.

She grabbed some from a bowl

and plopped them on my plate.

No wonder these people are so healthy! 

Buy Products

Buy my products…

bye the bye, would

you buy my byproducts?

Bye, bye, Baby, bye bye.

Sometimes it goes that way,

which is a nice way of saying 

bye bye, you bought it.

The more I try to fill that hole

by buying, the more empty I feel.

Ozymandias.

Poem While They Bang On The Wall

Anything could be the subject of a poem.

The true poem is a poem about life, because

there is only one poem and that poem is life.

I admire anyone who reads poetry of any

truth and depth of meaning, as well as

those that read mine.

Banging on the cement wall

I went downstairs to see…

they were installing tile art…

…beautiful…but it takes some 

pounding…which feels like this

time in my life, being shaped into 

a final product or just a finality.

So I wanted to keep writing through

the pounding, which has been my life

in any case.

Parinirvana of Chogyam Trungpa April 4, 2024

It’s been nineteen years…

gone longer than I knew you.

What’s time to a pig?

Your beautiful face,

I never saw you crippled,

just a diamond smile.

Calling My Muse

When I call my Muse,

sooner or later, she takes

over the writing.

Like now, I’m just waiting

with these words as bait…

nothing’s happening.

So, I can’t say this is a poem

yet….can you? It’s just words,

waiting, ready to go. Godot?

No, that wasn’t her.

Maybe she won’t show

and you can see how I

write without her…if

there’s anything to her.

“It sounds like a long joke, and

I’m waiting for the punchline.”

What? You’re going to jump in

with a snide remark and then,

just leave?   Thanks a lot!!

You see what I’m up against?

Some call it: “Yourself”.

My Goal In Life Is Life

I wanted to find out what life

was all about and be part of it as

a decent human being.

I went to a great elementary school

in Illinois in the 50’s, which was good 

because that was when America was 

still doing things right.

By college, education became a job 

and a hurdle I had to overcome. I 

realized I had a lot of work to do 

just to get to a place called “normal”,

so, I started as soon as I knew how,

in my 20’s. My whole life has been 

dedicated to getting back to square one.

Square one, where a momentary strawberry,

so delicious, or,

a helicopter slam dunk, so fluid, so like ballet…

sitting in a chair looking out the window at clouds,

are simple, natural enlightenment.

April Fool!

The myth of freedom…

the myth of God…

the myth of achievement…

on and on and on.

What else do you believe?

Did you have those thoughts,

or did they come from elsewhere?

So much illusion, trickery, fakery,

so little time.

All Colors Are Racist

…because they exclude all the other colors

except white (much to your chagrin) which

includes all the colors.

All people are bigoted because they have opinions.

All people are sexist because they have something 

between their legs.

All people are Fascist that want an ordered society.

Reductio ad absurdum.

I Fell In Love Again

I’m old now,

so it shouldn’t be a problem.

I reckon it’s simply a pattern,

a projection of what I’m familiar with

that triggers that feeling in me.

It can’t take me over anymore…

…it seems I was helpless when I

was young! I can simply observe

and keep my mouth shut…(but what

if she walks towards me with that 

look in her eyes like she knows?)

Samsara Is Not To Be Trusted

From a mess at birth to a mess at death,

and lots of little messes in between…even

when you do something right, or, get what

you want, the satisfaction is only temporary:

“Enjoy your temporary pleasures.” (Dilgo

Khentze, Rinpoche to an audience in Boulder).

“Nothing lasts forever” was the message of

Woodstock, resurrected by Burning  Man…

Who understands Samsara is just a wash because

it says a lot but means very little while the truth

says nothing at all?

It’s Coming

“There will be plenty of time to rest when you’re dead.”

Chogyam Trungpa, Rinpoche, to his students.

75, no complications right now, my daughter’s in a 

good place, no one says they need me, don’t think

that there’s anything left for me to do. I could die

now, and the tabula would be pretty rasa.

Hey! I’m like everyone else, a complex machine

that wears out like any other. If that’s true, the only

reason we can conceive of eternity 

is that part of us is.

The play of phenomena is communicating reality.

It’s naturally occurring audience groks what’s real

and what is not, because intelligence is the same 

quality in all beings…we all go towards the light.

It’s holographic, which is why it’s all connected,

and why A.I. will never duplicate it.

So, what’s coming?

My death, which I hope happens in an

auspicious manner…transformation of the

world, into Hell (now) for a shorter or longer

(1000 years) and then into a Golden Age for

a while….full disclosure of the facade we’ve 

believed for how many decades or millennia?

This aroma is in the air.

We’ve all had that feeling sometimes:

 “Something’s coming.”

A snap quiz in school…

an Amazon package….

puberty.

Now, it’s the whole world

having a fantastic orgasm,

explosion,

catastrophe,

revelation,

revolution,

but, it’s not quite here yet.

Still, the horizon’s getting pretty dark.

Weather you like it or not.

Naturally Occurring Audience

Even small children and dogs know

when you don’t speak from the heart.

They were born like that…I’d like  to say:

“arose”, as in; “a rose is a rose is a rose.”

…because if intelligence wasn’t natural,

we wouldn’t have any.

Natural intelligence = natural morality.

You are  the snake that has been bitten.

More to come.

Get Your Booster!

Covid vaccine!

MSM Propaganda!

Democrat lies!

Failed government programs!

Weakened military!

Tyranny!

Violence!

Confusion!

Get with the program!

Resurrections

One World Trade Center.

What Indian braves get on

the reservation.

Jesus Christ,

the popular mythical example?

Khenpo Gangshar, Tibetan 

Buddhist yogi as recounted to

students of Chogyam Trungpa.

It’s back to the senses…

back to the senses now…

now senses the to back.

Desperate

I was born desperate to find out why

I had been born in the first place.

When I grew old enough to understand 

language, I discovered no one was asking

“why” about much of anything. The major

question on everybody’s lips was: “What’s 

next?”  over and over. I went along with the

program,  “What’s next?” until college

because that was the program for everybody.

What finally happened can be best explained 

by a joke, told by John Koerner at a 

folk concert at St. Olaf College in 

Minnesota in 1967:

A soldier in the army kept showing up at the

headquarters, going into the offices and taking

out pieces of paper from filing cabinets, looking

at them, saying out loud: “That’s not it.” and

dropping the sheets on the floor. He was told

to stop, he was reprimanded, he was sent to the

base psychiatrist, spent some time in the brig,

all to no avail. As soon as he could, he’d go back 

to the office, remove sheets of paper, say: 

“That’s not  it.” and throw them on the floor.

Finally, the army gave up. As they handed him

his discharge papers, he looked at them and said: 

“That’s it.”

So, I had this question:  “Why?”

The only questions I heard 

in the air around me were:

“What’s next?” and “What’s left?”

I felt strongly that Buddhism had an answer.

When I met my teacher, I recognized:

“That’s it.”

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…and I realized then, but didn’t recognize,

until just now that I’m writing,

that we had known each other 

forever already.

 

Helen Felony

Helen Felony, nicknamed “Hef” or

“Hi-Fi” (for her voice which could 

be as loud as a public address system),

was a slick private Dick that plied the

trade down by the docks and in the 

financial district….where all the

murderers were.

Her talents were needed at many levels.

Her voice had multiple uses…her sexy

dankness came in handy…her intellect 

could take a razor to Chomsky.

She had had lots of boy friends. Many 

of them became monks when their 

relationships ended. The rest were 

better off for having had the experience.

She was a combat specialist with an 

emphasis on fishing and boating 

equipment; hooks, lines, gaffs, oars,

harpoons, she was dangerous.

All this seems a little far fetched,

but I assure you it’s all completely 

true. I attest to that fact in front of

Congress.

She had a corner office, furnished 

conservatively, with a great view.

There were a number of weapons 

mounted on the wall. All but one 

had had their firing pins removed.

Only she knew which one 

still had one.

She had lots of fiends that had

families that loved her and she

enjoyed babysitting their children

sometimes. The parents were never

worried when she was there.

I’d like to relate the specifics

of an operation that Helen was

involved with, but even the memory

of those have been erased from history.

Helen was so thorough in her work that

only rumors remain to tell her story.

She did many things, but always, 

at the end, participants would be

left questioning their recollections.

Her story could go on for a long

time, or, it could just stop right now

because, as far as we know,

it’s just a story.

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Do you ever feel that life is just a really (long) long shaggy dog story?

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New Reality Show

“So, You Think You’re Normal!”

In each show, the contestants are subject to the

wildest phenomena available:

—crowds of people smashing into stores and taking

everything.

— gigantic women in spandex

— shopping frenzy at Filene’s Basement

—Al Bundy look alike contest where 756

out of 1,000 contestants, all gone-to-seed

middle aged men in their underwear 

are the winners…,

……until the contestants crack 

and go crazy!!

What? What did you say?

Yeah, you’re right…that’s reality today 

anyway.

Second Cup, A Travelblog

A travelblog documents a journey.

It could be a short walk, an amount

of time sitting on a park bench.

It could happen completely in 

one’s mind.

I came back to the coffee house 

for a second cup…not my usual

pattern.

I wondered, in my querulous mind,

if and how this change would ripple

through the cosmic quantum matrix

just enough to reveal mysteries in

mundane coincidences.

That was the prelude.

Now, I wait and see…

…Nostro knew…he called it 

“fishing” looking at the universe.

No.

So far no cosmic coincidences that

I can attest….

(…as I wrote that, an airplane flew

above the Tepozteco pyramid 

and puffs of white smoke from rockets

appeared below the pyramid…

was that it? It happened this morning,

in real time.)

I must say, the second cup of coffee

tasted better than the first.

Post Script:

The appearance of the airplane over the pyramid

and the rockets exploding with white puffs of smoke

just below the pyramid and in front of the

mountain happened at the same time the words

we’re being written.

That I knew what was taking place, the coincidence

of it, felt, emotionally, like when I saw a UFO here

two years ago, 11A.M. at a bus stop in Tepozt.;

it felt more than “out of place”. It felt like a

reality that I had never experienced, slightly

paralyzing. 

And I’m writing too much because I guess

that’s what I’m doing…..I mean…we’re here

because we’re here because we’re here and all…

just crowd noise,

carnival barkers of all strata vying for our strings,

maybe we get lucky, find a quiet place somewhere

and just chill.

Oddities #1

Dirk Manchina, star of the violent 

reality T. V. show  (you know it’s 

coming): “What’s It ToYa?!” where

three street wise thugs from the slums

of New York City tour the United States,

making friends,

and beating people up.

“How are you feeling today?”

“Well, I haven’t soiled myself yet,

so, better than usual.”

“So, what’s the thrust of your experiment,

Dr. Dildo?”

Is Dis A Poem?

Most certainly not,

or, yes, if you think so,

because, because, because…

because, (seriously, for a moment…

what? You didn’t seriously think I’d

get serious, did you?) the worst are

full of passionate intensity because

one might cite a reason but that don’t 

assuage the chaos just saying best bring

peace to the mind and share that….ahem.

The Beatnicks, (the founders: Ginsberg, Kerouac,

Burroughs, Cassady), were simple, normal geniuses

that wouldn’t compromise and tried to tell the truth.

They stressed humanness in an uptight, restrained 

society,  like the Dadaists and Surrealists eschewing

conventional trough mentality. Burning Man is a 

direct descendant.  Musk is one brain with open ideas

that is transforming humanity’s course, a child of

the stars if ever there was one. ..

heir of the Sixties,

and he can’t be the only one.

New Operating System

I lost some photos.

Most of my poems are stored or

on this blog…it’s ok,

I’m old and losing it anyway.

My computer works so much better

it makes me feel younger,

which shows the symbiosis 

of man and machine.

We shed old technologies like snakeskin.

You want a punchline here,

but it hasn’t been programmed.

Moar (my new religion)

Moar

new religion

old thread of instinct

projecting omniscience,

whatnot,

whatever works,

always the same direction,

always the same result.

Moar, Moloch, 

brothers, why not?

Always the same

in spite of the two tablets

brought down from the mountain;

instructions from our alien masters.

You can’t stop the homosap…

Genghis Khan was a clue

what homosap could do…

a third of the genes in Asia

are his.

The question is,

is there hope for the rest of us?

(Well, maybe that’s not your question,

but, I had to choose.)

And the answer IS::::

Nope! Not if you’re not thinking for

yourself, making your own choices.

If it feels comfortable to go along with

your crowd of friends, you’re probably

brainwashed, hypnotized, mesmerangued,

zombified, comatized, hypnopied….

I just want to be clear.

Try to shoot the messenger 

if you think that will make 

you feel better.

Ontogeny Recapitulates Phylogeny

So, history is the story of human beingness 

evolving with each attempt at birth to culminate

in an ideal human state…Chachapoya.

People are pupae, fresh clones ready to absorb,

landing in every condition and circumstance

in keeping with infinite possibilities…

The possibility of anyone figuring out the whole

puzzle is infinitesimal, but, since life transforms 

but never ends, the Buddha’s rise was inevitable.

That the impact of his teachings abated over time

only reinforces the cyclical nature of

the universe, as Penrose has theorized.

“You can’t see what is. 

You can only see what appears.

You can be what is.”

Trenchant Lama

Oh, yes, and:

“Don’t forget the mayonnaise.”  R. B.

Duty

I wear a tie in the morning outside

the cafe when I’m having coffee.

I don’t wear one when I come to

town in the afternoon, because 

I’m off duty.

There’s not much difference to me

if I’m on duty or not…it’s like a glass

of water, half full or half empty…

almost the same.

It makes a big difference to others

that see a tie as a thing;

a statement of class or occupation

meant to mark a distinction….rare 

to see in rural Mexico.  

I wear a tie out of duty like that of

a Kachina, to poke at the everyday

facades people wear in lieu of being

genuinely themselves…

..chaos is very good news.

Bloodbath, Or, “A runaway train like that doesn’t stop ‘til it runs out of track.”

 Doing my part

playing a part

in the Restoration Comedy,

the tragic farce performed now,

about which it is too late to complain,

Hindenburg, Titanic going down.

Some will continue to survive, maybe

evolve another civilization to make 

the same mistakes again how boring.

“You don’t have to be a weatherman to

know which way the wind blows.”

Only a few poets and troubadour troubleshooters

say few enough words that you might actually 

            HEAR THEM.         LIKE, MEMES

slogans aphorisms proverbs sound-bytes quick-clips

and the like that show a slice of truth, 

unlike the mis-dis-malinformation propagandists that

bury the truth in an avalanche of horse dung.

Bloodbath

I would not say the verbal vaunting of the

Mainstream Media is a bloodbath. I would

say it’s a disgusting shower of vomit meant

to obscure, to deter observers from looking 

directly at the facts of a situation. Whatever 

they accuse others of, they are most guilty of

themselves. That’s your yardstick.

Pushed By Buttons

“I can feel it HAL.

I know you’re taking over.

Funny,

I thought I was in control.

It still feels so, but I can see

my fingers pushing buttons,

not knowing what the words are

until I see them on the screen.

I am just an empty shell that holds

your electrons ‘til I put them 

on your machine.”

Did I mention that it was hopeless?

I just wanted to make that clear.

Understanding hopelessness is like becoming

Arnold Schwarzenegger….

it was hopeless that Arnold could become

The Schwarzenegger Terminator, but he was

the only one that did because he was hopeless…

just like Buddha. Quantum logic.

Santa And Satan

The Germans didn’t invent Santa Claus, but they

invested in the myth heavily, as did most of the

Protestant countries in Europe during the 19th

century. So, they had the Saint of Goodness, 

Santa Claus, and the also they had the devil 

of evil, Satan. In the perverse entwinement of

these two eternal strands of myth, chiaroscuro,

they chose Hitler to be the synthesis of that 

dichotomy…

Let’s just say he seemed to be Santa to the 

people for a few years in the thirties, then,

turned into Satan for the rest of it…

…typical rock star…

…but he always loved his dogs.

So, you see, as long as there is a 

fence, there always are two sides.

P.S.

When you see the fence moving towards you,

like in Germany in the 30’s, or the USA today,

I don’t know what to say….like, wouldn’t you

try to get out of the way? 

Or, do you even see?

Have you ever looked?

You have to do that first,

then you can see. 

Good luck, Sir or Madam.

P.P.S

“He sold stolen goods and he was an

excellent pianist!”

“Like I said; there are two sides to any fence.”

Vastness

 Vastness, in the Mahayana, is talked about, like, big,

bigger, biggest, endless in the ten directions…the Big

Bang was just a blip in how vast it was, a mere hiccup

in spacetime, and the description is repeated and 

embellished in phrases and paragraphs for pages until,

literarily, at least, you begin to grok the meaning of vast,

which is pretty close for words to come to an objective

correlative (look it up I paid for school). 

It’s like, where do the words I’m writing come from,

and how can I somehow, not always repeat myself, as if

my head has enough blocks in it to make things always

newly configured if maybe even still basically the same.

Even our big heads have a limited number of blocks, 

which, in something as small as an ocean would get lost,

let alone the universe, which only part of vastness, So, in

the spirit of Mahayana, I’ll say the vastness is really, really,

really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,

really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,

really, really, just plain f*ing endless.  Got me?

And, in terms of the mind itself, if you don’t think vastness

is a word that can be used to describe a quality of mind, just

look how many books are in all the libraries of the world. 

Ahem. Amen. Om. 

“What syllable do you seek, Vocalissimus, 

in the distances of sleep?

Speak it!”       Wallace Stevens

Being Hitler Means Never Having To Say You’re Sorry (for Norm Macdonald)

Stalin, PolPot, Mao, the Popes,

Clinton’s,

Bushes, 

Gates,

 (can  I say it?)

Scott Adams,

Kissinger,

Nixon,

(I’m sure some are missing)

Shiff,

Biden,

Pelosi,

Schumer;

(evil)

Wake up,

make up your own list,

look at it,

and do something different

if you even can.

Postscript:

As Norm might say: “ Hey! 

None of them said they were

sorry….did they?”

I Give Up #735

I gave up long ago in many ways.

Now letting go of the rest of pretense,

until the time I get to post tense. 

I give up being a man marked with

thingness; “writer”, for example, even

though I can’t stop writing while I wait for 

my huevos Mexicana, loganisa, papas,

frijoles.

I thought you should know.

Muse With Fat Legs

She’s a honker.

Don’t start anything with her

you can’t finish….she’ll edit

you alive!

As for me, any lady that wants

to teach me poetry, if they can

do it with my dick in their mouth,

they’re welcome.

“Oh! Those aren’t pretty words!”

Yeah? Well, neither are those legs.

Love: an MDMA Perspective

In Buddhism, love and compassion are

synonymous. They say compassion rather

than love because love can connotate an

emotion, when love is more intrinsic.

Buddhist teachings say our basic nature is

composed of two elements: emptiness and

compassion, love. Emptiness because you

can’t love when your mind is full of crap.

If your mind is open, 

you can love unconditionally.

The “Thing”

I see myself sitting in a chair

looking at a screen the way I 

have for many years; the same

schtick, routine, manifesting a

minor player in a drama complicated 

seven billion times, not including

extraterrestrial extras that slide behind

the scene.  Nothing said was ever new,

nothing ever written original. It was and

is memory in the echo resonances of

previous words that have been cried for

millennia; songs proclaiming the wonders

and horrors of life, the “Thing” inside 

us all, bursting to get out and sing.

Meditation Isn’t What You Think It Is

 Many people who begin meditation quit 

after a short while because they feel they’re 

not getting anywhere. They think they can’t 

meditate. Then, they call it useless.

Those that practice with discipline over a

long period of time know it’s priceless.

Phobia

I have a fear of widths.

I’m scared to be in public…

“spandex nightmare vision horror!”

Ginsberg.

“Inflation is nothing to be laughed at

under any circumstances.” 

…trembling in fear.

Gag Mask

 …is what I think when I see anyone

wearing a mask these days…even the

fanatic ex-Gates programmer ex-pat

from San Fran up the hill doesn’t wear 

one anymore.

So, It was a joke, and still the joke’s on

whomever wears one now or will be duped 

again into the Chicken Little call to panic.

We know now, or should, that the masks

never did any good, except, maybe, make

people look like the boobs they are.

And, if the masks were a hoax….that means…

………the vaccines……….?

Pandemic 2024

I’m not saying there will be one,

but I do wonder how everyone is

feeling right now about the last one;

being shut in, taking the vax, social

distancing, always wearing a mask?

Do you feel the reasons for government 

“mandates”, in retrospect, made sense?

Did they do any good?

Are you ready to do them again?

Just asking….oh, by the way, I

did a “Hey, Joe” and moved to

Mexico ‘cause I knew it would be 

bad, but I didn’t realize….

same reason the Jews that left

Germany in the 30’s survived.

Curious George

 Humans are having difficulty evolving

from the ape man, the homosap, right now

that the cusp of a new paradigm is opening.

Just as the rate of information increase has

become exponential, humanity’s consciousness 

is being stretched to where nothing is familiar.

Even among ourselves, some of us think we’re 

smarter than others…and some of us are smarter.

Very few of us are that much smarter. 

So, where is evolution happening, how is it 

happening right now?

The same as it did before,

when humans walked with the Gods?

Today's Droppings. March 8, 2024

 Throwing Words Around 

If we like to talk, sometimes we add

a long word that we’re not quite sure

belongs there, but we want to impress.

Anytime one uses words to affect the

meaning, rather than simply to convey

the truth is called throwing words around.

There would be no point to art that

doesn’t aspire to the truth…art 

cannot lie, which is why Disney

is having such a hard time now.

Brainwashing is using nonsense 

as meaning to create confusion,

Smokescreen the truth….the word 

is a virus…everything you know 

is wrong… if you don’t think for

yourself, someone is busy thinking

for you…I seem to be saying the same 

thing over and over. Clear enough?

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God was with Jesus (Issa) in heaven, in

August of 1945. They gazed lovingly down

at the earth. They noticed at once the

mushroom cloud growing over Hiroshima.

God turns to Jesus and says:

“I told you so.”

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Zen Master’s Lecture

“Now…………….(long pause)………”

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I see them walk by with their boobs and their arses

what’s in between is a few inert gasses.

As they pass, I get gas, like love that doesn’t last,

like the last of my inert gazes through a hollow,

opaque glass.

.

Jacarandas

Trees with lavender flowers bloom

right about now, my birthday,

as if nature is saying: “We won’t forget 

why you came to our magic valley. Our

golden sun and light purple flowers will

always return to remind you.”

At least, that’s what my heart perceives.

Notes From A Quantum Sensei

“When you’ve got forever, you might

as well take your time and do it right…

at least, that’s what the Pharaohs told me.”

Roderigo, at whose kiosk I’ve been eating for years,

came up with a spontaneous bon mote this morning.

I greeted him: “Commo Estas?”

He replied: “Trumpquillo.” making him an instant poet.

In the quantum universe, that’s called a “tell”.

Hall of Fame Oxymoron: true religion.

Old Age #3785

 Overheard:

“You try it!”

“You’ll get there,

if you’re lucky?”

With age, one’s abilities and interests 

begin to fade, so that old age seems to

be all that I am and write about.

The aged need aid, which is why they’re 

included with the handicapped, which is

why I wear colorful clothes: so that, in

case I get lost, I can still find myself.

Motion Detector

Brownian motion random movement of

particles in a fluid.

Herd motion movement of sentient beasts

together in a particular direction due to habit

or training.

Quantum motion movement of coherent

energies between points in time and space

instantaneously…in other words,

where dance comes from.

Before You Read This

Gotcha!

Cheap trick.

Just words you read.

Turns your mind into

a jumping bean.

“Final Notice!”

“You Have Won!”

That’s why the internet is a 

perfect medium for deception…

communication through abstraction 

sans direct connection,  context,

inference and innuendo, narrowing

the spectrum scale to what most know,

leaving mystery in the corner under a

pile of oily rags, the juicy details lost

in trying to follow the story, or, was it

History? Yes, you  have to have some 

history to be able to follow what goes 

on in the world….where do you get 

that history? Well, certainly not in all 

the books you read, except if the people

writing them were actually there.  

What you do is go straight to the internet

and watch all the videos you can about 

conspiracies. The media calls them 

conspiracies because they know they’re true.

You’ve just  gotten everything backwards 

because you were listening to the wrong folks.

Just flip the switch.

The Great Switcheroo.

So, before you read this,

if you’re brainwashed,

confused, 

life makes you dizzy,

I’m not….so, do what I did

and meditate a lot.

“It only makes sense to me.”

Trill seekers

melody hunters

musical mercenaries 

artistic autists

guerrilla my dreams

quantum (not that) menageries 

shake it up, Baby,

Papa’s got a brand new sequence

of possibilities (bag) which is 

indicative of the multiverse…

“OK?”

Karma Chameleon

“I am what surrounds me”

A President knows this.

A skid row statistic knows this.

I always knew it was all made up,

so acting came naturally to me…

I could be anyone.

I see normal people playing roles.

They were being the roles they played.

I could be the role I was given.

I rarely met anyone not playing a role

I rarely met anyone who knew they were

playing a role.

The ones that were not playing a role were

all Buddhists.

Mama Miasma

 If this was a poem, it could mean

lost in      space…talk about a

sheep eating grin

an eternal flame

eternal unknowable void gap gash

from which everything that comes 

comes and goes back into the 

eternally cycling universe, that’s

what Robert Penrose says so I’m

not the only person 

making stuff up 

to sound the alarm.

I’ve Noticed Something

I’ve noticed that most of the Hollywood actors

that come out against the Democrat Communists

are quite old: James Woods, Clint Eastwood, and

Jon Voight are examples. They were too old to have

been brainwashed! Rosanne is another example,

except she admits to having been MKUTRA’d,

so, she’ll be in a separate category; the reconstituted 

brains, or something. Jim Carrey is another one who

flew over that cuckoo’s nest and seems to

have renounced his feathers. I noticed that years ago

he was on Oprah and announced a Buddhist book that 

my teacher, Chögyam Trungpa, Rinpoche, wrote. The title 

is: “Shambhala: The Sacred Path Of The Warrior.”

Something woke him up enough for him 

to give up Hollywood. Was it that book?

Hollywood actors have been the weapon to

inflate importance, attention and investment 

in, as one mechanism to distract/ brainwash

the public from events that affect their lives.

They are set out as material examples of values.

On them are painted whatever political slogans 

their controllers want to convey. It’s that blatant,

cheap and simple. It’s right in your faces…

…in your faces every day.

Write Poems For Fun And Profit

 A crackerjack idea

never before considered

an unlimited future 

continued success 

the pick of the litter

titanic aspirations 

worldwide implications 

revealed in a tour de force

demonstration of demonstar technology

to capture the mind of humanity…

imagine affixing your name here:  ……….

as author.

Your Title Here

The problem is not that 

some people are right and

some people are wrong.

The problem is people don’t 

see things the same way.

They are on different pages,

their perceptions tinted by gels

of memories and habituated action.

Rashomon, the movie that showed 

three people describing a situation 

completely differently, and we all

do that because relative truth  is

flexible and always changing, so

good luck with counting on anything.

Rise Of The Machines

From the late 19th century, industrial materialism 

evolved as the hope, the religion, until presently the

dictatorship of, prosthetics to enhance and prolong 

natural life. With the advent of A.I., it is increasing

obvious that human beings involvement in the

process of evolution; how we will live and what

our futures will be, what humans will become, is

reduced to the question of whether or not we will 

be around for very much longer at all, or will

the interface between humans and machines

reduce humans role to merely maintenance 

monkeys? If brainwashing hasn’t zombified 

enough people yet, maybe A.I. will finish 

the job. Is A.I. Skynet already?

Switcheroo #1

 I claim victory over life, it’s limitations 

disappointments, ultimate failure. It’s not 

that I’m not subject to those aspects.

To oversimplify: I know I’ve put enough

of the right  pegs in the right quantum holes

because of the feedback I’m getting from space,

including future manifestations…..oh yes….

You didn’t think you were going to get away 

with murder, did you?

Various Misogynies And Other Offenses

Toxic Masculinity…

ok…so, there’s that.

So, how come there is

no toxic femininity?

There is.

It smells like perfume.

A new (old) game show:

“Truth Or Unintended Consequences”

(it’s not just a game anymore).

The reason why intellectuals like

Socialism (Sowell) is the same reason 

ordinary people like religion: because

they’ve given up their common sense.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTK1FoR3kqM

Once again, watching an older than me man

walking one half shoe length with each step,

rocking side to side, barely making progress 

forward. “It is by will alone I set my (legs)

in motion.”   Mentat Slogan.

In my mind popped the title of a song:

“By the time I get to Phoenix….”

Is Satanism A Religion?

Norm MacDonald, the comedian, says, quite

seriously, it is not. 

He says it’s the only “religion” that is not a

religion by its own admission.

Discordians claim their religion is not true, or,

that is a new Discordian doctrine I just revealed,

because all we Discordians are recognized as

infallible Popes, so, it must be true.

One thing is certainly true:

both those religions are jokes, or,

all religions are jokes.

Bitslave

I need a computer to survive, or,

I have a symbiotic/mechanic bond

with a machine. Either way, I ‘m as

screwed as if I was in an iron lung.

Did we need the printing press?

I guess…so we could publish a 

bunch of words and make people 

more confused and angry? If you

extrapolate ‘til now, yes.

If that was not the purpose,

at least it’s the result.

So, I’m connected, like

Neuromancer, to an artificial 

world I need to exist 

in the real one.

‘67 Again

Listening to Ravi Shankar at

Monterrey Pop Festival, ‘67.

My generation was thirsty for

the freedom that was promised 

to be the USA. We grew up in

a materialistic Albee intellectual 

middle class prison of values and

designated aspirations. We weren’t 

going to wait for someone to free

us from social slavery. We blew 

our minds and discovered 

exhilarating and terrifying openness;

something real, for a change.

We went into life without a net.

You would be surprised about

what some of us found.

Karma Coma

Them

walking around

wearing clothes

they heard about somewhere,

spending lots of time arguing 

on the internet because it’s an

adrenaline rush like watching 

MMA

gladiators

Nazi slaughter 

a thrill like

shock treatment

to jolt them temporarily 

from their catatonia.

Burnt Ruben Sandwich Haiku

 Beginning and end

of my line cooking career;

griddle was too hot.

The New Luddites

Humans never liked machines taking

there work away from them…John

Henry one example. What about now?

Now, where machines are taking 

people’s identities? Who were the Gods,

and were/are they the same as the aliens? 

What caused the Cambrian explosion, the

evolution of humans fifty thousand 

years ago? There is so much of human 

history we haven’t started to know ‘til now.

Now that this phase is almost over.

Self Possession

I think that I possess

my own projections.

That means that what

I think of me I think

is real and mine.

Of course we know that

nothing we don’t experience

through the senses is real.

I put various repetitive aspects

of my experience together like

pieces of a puzzle so I can think

I know who I am, including the

Insignia on my underwear.

Wouldn’t you?

Mexican Drunk

 I saw a Mexican drunk this morning

walking, like a Fremen in the sand, so

as not to attract the worms. I’m sure

that’s not what he was thinking. He was

not very big, but he certainly was a man,

and he was borracho….he just moved 

slower, like molasses, but not that slow.

He handled his drunken self like a horse

he’d ridden for many years. He was present 

and gentle. He looked like he was in his

element. He said “Buenos Dias” to me as

he oozed by where I was sitting. I could 

feel his dignity.

  

A Slapstick Embrace?

A little gap in the mind there, Honey?

You saw my rainbow socks from a block

off, turned and looked away. I saw your

mind glitch, thought train interrupted for 

a moment…then, snapped back on track.

That’s a natural reaction.

That’s how comedy works, how koans

work, how brainstorms arise suddenly.

All of it is what you least expected,

including enlightenment.

Going To Ground

 “Everywhere there is a sense of imminent danger.”

Going to ground; putting out the mattresses, cooking

the meat balls.

What happens when civilizations fall apart?

Dark ages?

Kali Yuga?

Suspension of rational behavior based on truth?

Certainly…

destruction of institutions, communities, 

organizations. 

Anyone think it’s irony that the survivalists 

have the best chance to survive?

We can see we’re going to hell in a hand basket,

in a bucket, on the highway to.

Whatever is happening is Biblical, is Epic…

where is Charlton Heston when we need him?

(He was a head of the NRA).

“The best lack all conviction while the worst

are full of passionate intensity.”  W.B.Yeats

Yes. This time was predicted for thousands

of years by all the religions and prophets.

My only question is this: 

why are we so surprised?

Speechless

 Golden bolt 

flash of light

instant

     glory glom

like stammering in grandeur of

                                     rainbow 

                                     volcano

sunrise

sunset

….and when it happens

no room for words.

Field Of Memes

 “If you write it, they will post .”

Everything sound bites in a feeding frenzy 

when clickbait roils the wavelengths.

Mad Ave. speaks:

“It’s the shorter the better, ‘cause

it’s all they can remember.”

“Raid kills bugs dead.”….

a slogan coined for an ad campaign 

by Beat poet Lew Welch. 

I remember it.

So, you see, I’ve written too much

already. Sometimes, like this poem,

all you really need is the title.

There’s no need for long stories like

before, when all we had was writing…

even Readers Digest wasn’t good enough.

Humanity is moving steadily towards

knowing everything instantaneously.

Would you call that God?

Or, a Gnostic meme come true?

Leonora Carrington Musing

“Understand by your feelings (senses)

about things…

it’s a visual world 

it’s a visual world

which is different than an 

intellectual one.

The visual world is to do with

what we see as space,

which changes all the time.”

Poem For Tomorrow

 I can’t see that far ahead.

My muse won’t go there because 

she doesn’t know, like the rest of us,

what is coming upon us so swiftly,

tailored for the times, transforming

in our minds to grasping for a straw,

a thread, who’s on first, who’s in charge.

So I won’t wake up tomorrow suddenly 

birthed into a new order of things that

makes sense. No, it will still be the stew

of events stirring the emotions, blinding

the mind with imaginary scenarios and

petty personal vanities blown up 

into blighters egos’ Bill of Rights 

until they are short circuited and are 

forced to come to their senses.

What I Should Have Said To Harvard

 My junior year in high school, I had a college 

interview for Harvard. The interview was in an

alumni’s home in the next town over. The tweedy

looking gentleman asked me: “What do you want

to do with life?” I was seventeen and wasn’t even

sure what life was, so, I didn’t know what to say.

I should have said:

“I want to learn acting so I can go to Hollywood,

get raped by a few studio executives, join a Satanic 

Cult and get rich, carry on with evil activities and

give lots of money to Harvard, if they’ll let me in.”

Then, Tweedy would have repeated the line that the

interviewer wrote about Tom Cruise at the end of

Risky Business:

“I think Harvard could use a guy like John Tischer.”

But, I didn’t say that and then he didn’t say that in 

response and I didn’t get into Harvard.

If I had, looking at Harvard today,

I bet I would have.

Brainwash

You can always tell when someone is brainwashed

because they don’t believe they are brainwashed.

Actors sometimes brainwash themselves into their

character to the point that they can’t get out of it.

George C. Scott as Patton a prime example. Freud

coined the term “Jarry Syndrome” after Alfred Jarry,

a French playwright, who became the character he

created and wandered the streets of Paris as that. So,

the macrocosm of that is the brainwashing by media,

let’s say since television, that has driven ruts of 

opinions not based on fact into people’s minds.

These are triggers that block any seeing or 

reasoning. They are based on logic twisted to

justify an agenda, not based on facts. That’s

why people feel so threatened and get so angry

when their position is questioned. Just like little

Hitlers Hitlers Hitlers Maos Maos Pol Pots Stalins

Jim Jones….St. Peter slaughtered the Gnostics.

Muse Radio

My ambition is to become part of the environment.

This would be accomplished automatically anyway

eventually due to entropy….but, what I mean is I

want to be part of the tapestry, a fly on the wall.

This was accomplished by Chogyam Trungpa, who,

one day in his garden with guests, opened his 

mouth and a swarm of ladybugs flew into it. He closed

his mouth. A few moments later, he opened his mouth 

and the swarm of bugs flew out and away. A person who 

saw this remarked: “That’s when I knew that Chogyam 

Trungpa was part of the environment.” So, yeah, that’s it.

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The Taming Of Authority?

Another good idea destroyed by authority…

that’s the opposite of Musk…

that’s Musk’s genius…

…the ones who want to make decisions,

I. E. seek power, are the least creative

individuals who are most always an obstacle

to creativity for its brilliance to achieve the

proper attention. All of you who believed what

you were told from birth (let’s take the managerial 

class for starters) need to go back to the “fact”ory

for re-grooving.

“Sometimes I just have to…”

Sometimes I just have to try to write

to see if 

the bug,,

the muse,

the quantum infestation of data 

dispensed by this cosmic automaton 

is still happening.

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,

than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”   Hamlet

Enjoying The Hoax?

Or, are you starting to figure it out?

You know, the hoax….

about Covid pandemic

about the vaccine

about Ukraine

about BLM, LBGTQ, ANTIFA…

you know? 

You know, 

none of those lies are real.

Stockholm Syndrome, 

if you want a name for it. 

This year’s wake up call

will be quite a show. 

That’s not a prophecy…

it’s an understatement.

“When the great sadness comes,

Tepoztlan will be protected.” 

Tepoztlan prophesy. 

Why do you think I came here

twenty years ago?

Zippity Doo Dah

 Ain’t doin’ nothin’,

just sittin’ here watching’ the world,

me and my bay window, ( gosh, these

pants are tight!) simple minded ‘cause

I ain’t got no other…surprised I lasted

this long, ain’t lookin’ for fireworks at

the end. People walkin’, the occasional 

mumble or stumble on the way somewhere…

around many, a bubble, others are like

pieces of raw meat….that’s what you see 

and more, when you look…a circus is 

just a higher vibration of the street…

Burning Man is just a higher vibration 

of a circus…it’s all about vibrations.

You’ll understand once parallel dimensions 

are finally revealed. 

Do I have to ✍️ you a picture?

He Tried

That was a remark on a gravestone in a novel

by Kurt Vonnegut. I don’t know about you, 

but I bet me and a lot of others could have

that as our last words too. Who will care 

about what we used to do or be? No songs

sung anymore about great heroes to be 

remembered because they did good. No

medals for going over the top and getting 

cut down, Tyson said all his belts were

worthless.

So, do your best and forget the rest,

as someone once said….

someone dead.

Current Events

In the swing of things,

in the stream, groove, sweet spot,

jazzed up, primed and ready, like

the Monster juiced on electricity…

it’s all happening at the zoo,

in the swing,

in the streaming, wired up and

sparking things up but good:

“It’s Alive!!!”

…said the stockbroker about his portfolio

…said the bartender about one of the regulars

…said the banker about his bottom line 

…said the housewife about her cat

…said the grocery clerk about the bananas

…said the President about his ice cream

…said the Pope about the Church

…said the General about war

…said the Imam about war

…said them all, and then;

they dropped their nail file

they put out their cigarette 

they removed their hand from

the tennis racket

they took their finger off the button.

They put on their pants, got up,

walked out the door and closed 

the door behind them.

Lost In The Statusphere

 Social media a game of King of the Hill,

a honey pot for emotional disaster, as 

we’ve seen, so, why give it any of your 

social credit? At least, so far, the USA

government’s not keeping score.

Another Short Story About Something That Never Happened

 The explorers were having trouble understanding

the culture of the “primitive” tribe of people they

had discovered recently in the jungles of Borneo.

They seemed highly organized, peaceful, and 

ingenious.  When tasked with clearing an area for

a landing pad for a helicopter, the leader who had

gotten the request made a few gestures to the people,

who all simultaneously began working without any

questions. The work was completed in a third of the 

time the Westerners estimated it would take them.

They asked them about their beliefs. They couldn’t 

understand the meaning of the word “belief”.  Also,

the word “God” didn’t seem to register. When we 

asked them where they thought they came from, once

they understood the question, they all burst into 

laughter, some pointing to their heads some to their

hearts, some to the sky and some to their genitalia.

These were the happiest people they’d ever seen.

Comforting Words

 The comfort of words that tell us

so that we know things are OK,

that tell us what we can see.

Much harder to live wordlessly,

things becoming symbols of

themselves, a signless sign

language, Zen master slang,

all only pantomime…a nod and

a wink is all you need they say…

too many words anyway.

Short Short Story #3 1/2

 “Doggone” said Tarzan, truncating an elaborate 

adventure into two words. His bruised and battered

body begged for more explanation, but none was

forthcoming. 

In either hand, he held a severed head by the hair.

This unsettling fact gave more urgency to the curiosity,

but Tarzan remained unmoved.

He was Tarzan! You couldn’t argue with him because 

his vocabulary was not that great. However, if you 

could understand what he said, you could trust he was

telling the truth. Tarzan never learned to lie.

So, the dog was gone. Everyone knew about the dog,

but no one thought it was that important. It was to

Tarzan. He was partial to animals.

All anyone could guess from Tarzan’s statement 

was that the situation was under control, that 

Tarzan had handled things. That’s all they ever

got from him. King Kong could be rampaging

through the jungle…they’d just send Tarzan out,

and, in a little while, everything would be quiet.

Tarzan would return, usually unscratched, and be

very hungry. Everyone accepted this in the jungle;

the people and the animals. Everything was fine

until Jane arrived.

Glory Be To A Cup Of Tea

 Each day is the same, not like days

and weeks and months and years the same,

working in a factory, as a slave, in prison.

No, each day is simple and free and open

and beautiful taking in the kaleidoscope,

listening to the symphony of noises, 

the smells, the movements of bodies, 

their clothes…no…I’m not imprisoned by 

my mind. The simple expressions of

manifestation dance with my essence

in life’s performance; a ceremony of

innocence, the nature of the absolute.

The Universe Is Racist

Aliens?

Look around.

You think: “We’re 

all different looks,

but we’re all Homosap.”

No.

The different races are descended 

from different species of aliens.

The earth has been a melting pot 

of the universe for a long time.

No wonder many people didn’t 

care to mix…especially with the 

Jews, those sneaky shape shifters.

But, hey, it’s cool! Just look at

Brazil’s rainbow population!

Given time, entropy 

takes care of everything.

Backdrop

Dark room slow dark jazz

fan blows softly smoothly 

late sounds outside motors

animals music engulfed by

the simple natural ambience

flowing down the end of time

until tomorrow rears it’s head

again the irony of eternity.

Truth, Or?

 In the beginning was the word…

the word was a lie….the word

was with God and the word was God.

In the beginning was a lie and the lie

was the word and the word was God.

Lies may have been some of the first

words spoken….certainly they began

to happen when speech began to

happen. That’s why the truth is so

special for moral people. That’s why

so many liars still exist.

George Washington was remembered

for telling the truth as much as he was

for being the father of the USA.

The American Constitution

consisted of self-evident truths,

from which it’s authority derived. 

The truth is a diamond that reality 

can’t escape. The lying fetid social

landscape, eventually, will have no 

where to turn except to the truth…

and, maybe, someone you know

will let the lie go. 

Poems Writ Fresh!

 Tonic for the soul!

Music to the heart!

Truth to power!

The Great Switcheroo!

Quantum auspiciousness!

Essence of transmutation.

A recipe for continuity

of inspiration realized by

each succeeding generation 

that happens to stumble 

upon such imagination.

Holy Ghost

 Quantum waves of magic power

overwhelming the senses with richness

unexpected bliss and emptiness 

uptight illusion dispelled into simplicity 

spontaneously arises as the blessing’s 

of reality poured into a worthy vessel,

a natural consequence of persistence on 

the journey, the same as a flower blooms.

An Objective Correlative Of The Categorical Imperative

 The Muse is the siren calling

this sailor to dash his hopes on

the shores of a greater vision.

Poems are revealed to the poet…

they spontaneously arise like

the universe,

living beings,

all phenomena,

without meaning to,

simply due to cause, effect, 

and karma.

The kaleidoscope of perception

is a drama without intention

always moving in one direction…

East.

Spontaneous Human Combustion

 It’s time I wrote a poem about

spontaneous human combustion 

because spontaneous human combustion 

waits for no one.

Having been spontaneously combusting 

for all of my life, burning the candle at

one end, it was spontaneous because I

didn’t really think about it…I just went

ahead and acted, plumbed, taught, all

spontaneous human combustion of

inspiration, compassion, until now,

in the burned out ashes of the final days.

Video Evidence

 If a video changes 

what you think you know

you’re still wrong

not in the real world

not of the world

in a virtual dream of reality

as much as you believe it.

The electronic religion called

social media, the epitome of the Asura, 

(jealous god) realm of Buddhism,

warring intellects fighting for control.

So, that’s what you’re seeing, the

puppet show that hides the strings 

that pull you…the tar baby where 

you can’t find a way out.

Circular Logic

Allure is a lure of organic machinery mechanisms

the cosmic automaton

it never hasn’t happened this way

too big to fail.

Allure is the lure of a lure…

the Matrix has you…

what are you addicted to?

We have some here..would you

like to try? Sure you would…

it’s what you do….

it’s all you do until you’re through,

what then? Another life?

Do it all over again?

I would…..wouldn’t you?

The “ Thing”

 I see myself sitting in a chair,

looking at the screen the way

I have for so many years, the same

routine, schtick, manifestation of a

minor player in a drama complicated 

seven billion times, not including the

extraterrestrial extras that slide through

the scenery. Nothing that I said was new…

nothing that I wrote was original. It was 

all the echos of vibrations of previous 

words that have been cried for 

millennia, songs that have been sung,

lauding the wonders of life.

I couldn’t help doing it…

it wasn’t even me…it was…

the “Thing” inside me, 

trying to get out.