spirit of giving
enter my heart right now
my hands are open
12/20/10
6/7/09
4/8/09
2/14/09
Compassion
to give what we have
to all who might need today
what more is this life?
hanshen says 'strive hard'
to find the compassion place
there the lotus blooms
we wait in moonlight
two pieces of one small part
of the cool nights air
knowing and searching
somewhere in the secret mines
that diamonds are found
to all who might need today
what more is this life?
hanshen says 'strive hard'
to find the compassion place
there the lotus blooms
we wait in moonlight
two pieces of one small part
of the cool nights air
knowing and searching
somewhere in the secret mines
that diamonds are found
2/11/09
For President Obama
marching one by one
found dignity and sweet grace
envisioning peace
here, we start anew
that ancient bell swinging free
our biggest nightmare
we gather arms, now
foes lined in an endless row
a perilous fight
and from no merit
here comes our biggest surprise
a small cup of hope
found dignity and sweet grace
envisioning peace
here, we start anew
that ancient bell swinging free
our biggest nightmare
we gather arms, now
foes lined in an endless row
a perilous fight
and from no merit
here comes our biggest surprise
a small cup of hope
12/26/08
12/9/08
10/10/08
Powerless
clouds pass easily
sure of their place in the world
why do we fret so?
not content to just
sit by and wait for the moon
and it's instructions
it is our longing
that divides each new daylight
and tortures our souls
oh, sweet upheaval
freedom lost to the swirling air
while mankind stutters
banks down in red flames
toast my flying toes, bullets
whir past my white wings
babies are dying
as the planet cracks, water
swelling up our shores
as idiots mess
with power and assumption
to mend our smallness
not of this present
I fly and dip and watch and
record my story
of mankind and earth
and the woe of her peoples
powerless to help
in the black trenches
of our madness and deceits
I sail so fiercely
used by some God
that I do not understand
to do this small task
can I accept this
measure of my life and times
today, the answer?
sure of their place in the world
why do we fret so?
not content to just
sit by and wait for the moon
and it's instructions
it is our longing
that divides each new daylight
and tortures our souls
oh, sweet upheaval
freedom lost to the swirling air
while mankind stutters
banks down in red flames
toast my flying toes, bullets
whir past my white wings
babies are dying
as the planet cracks, water
swelling up our shores
as idiots mess
with power and assumption
to mend our smallness
not of this present
I fly and dip and watch and
record my story
of mankind and earth
and the woe of her peoples
powerless to help
in the black trenches
of our madness and deceits
I sail so fiercely
used by some God
that I do not understand
to do this small task
can I accept this
measure of my life and times
today, the answer?
9/19/08
This Dead Sea
all moonlit sorrow
reflected back this black night-
disappearing clouds
gone to the dead sea
heaving with all that's undone
little wisps of light
reflected back this black night-
disappearing clouds
gone to the dead sea
heaving with all that's undone
little wisps of light
8/12/08
5/17/08
5/16/08
5/15/08
Embrace for Yvonne Lucero-John
dear Guadalupe
let your roses guide our hearts
and embrace our thoughts
let your roses guide our hearts
and embrace our thoughts
5/14/08
Some Here for Tom 'n Therese
fanciful visions
grace your house in the desert
some here, some out there
grace your house in the desert
some here, some out there
5/3/08
For Peter and Tom
I have a real man
that makes me laugh in his arms
and cry on his chest
I have a real man
that engulfs me in his smell
and makes my world safe
I have a real man
that makes my aches go away
and ends the long search
I have a real man
that gives me what my father
choose not to give
I have a real man
that makes a little boy swoon
at sight, at first sight
I have a real man
that lays in my bed at night
and waits for my touch
I have a real man
that shares his perfect dreams
across my small brow
I have a real man
sent by a stream of angels
to persuade me on
I have a real man
who carefully holds this soul
my hidden jewel
I have a real man
who shows me what love does
when I don't know how
I have a real man
given to me secretly
a gift for some time
that makes me laugh in his arms
and cry on his chest
I have a real man
that engulfs me in his smell
and makes my world safe
I have a real man
that makes my aches go away
and ends the long search
I have a real man
that gives me what my father
choose not to give
I have a real man
that makes a little boy swoon
at sight, at first sight
I have a real man
that lays in my bed at night
and waits for my touch
I have a real man
that shares his perfect dreams
across my small brow
I have a real man
sent by a stream of angels
to persuade me on
I have a real man
who carefully holds this soul
my hidden jewel
I have a real man
who shows me what love does
when I don't know how
I have a real man
given to me secretly
a gift for some time
4/23/08
4/22/08
Homage to Klee
dare us to look back
to the full music of your
intersecting lines
rare colors of orbs
and squares and music and hearts
abstracting your life
haunting melodies
enchanting the eye, the eyes
killing eyes, your eyes
watching the horror
grow, a rare cancerous plant
invading your spheres
stamping your nature
with hate and persecution-
illumination
angels descending
through an ancient black doorway
mark territory
in your universe
as you watch your big brushwork
return a new song
somewhat unearthly
limbs disconnected and far-
where your spirit reigns
to the full music of your
intersecting lines
rare colors of orbs
and squares and music and hearts
abstracting your life
haunting melodies
enchanting the eye, the eyes
killing eyes, your eyes
watching the horror
grow, a rare cancerous plant
invading your spheres
stamping your nature
with hate and persecution-
illumination
angels descending
through an ancient black doorway
mark territory
in your universe
as you watch your big brushwork
return a new song
somewhat unearthly
limbs disconnected and far-
where your spirit reigns
4/7/08
3/17/08
3/4/08
For David
new information
rewriting our histories
mapping some new land?
did we learn to love
at the mercy of the womb
what did you expect?
what did I expect
with the world consuming them?
did we expect time?
time in the speed age?
time, for more meaningful stuff?
time for praise, glory?
damaged by greed
getting ahead, moving on, go-
were we left behind?
left with broken dreams
left, mending ourselves slowly
outside history
or are we flowers
of some new garden to come-
rare exotic breeds
stronger in the storms
surviving an arid land
without a compass
what can we leave to
our children, our families
with this wealth of time
survival for some?
the fittest gets the big prize?
losers weep alone?
so, what about our time?
the road keeps moving
even if we stop
no one really cares-
so what do we make of life
trying to reach in
without much regret-
trying just to understand
our stop, this detour
are we going back
to find something we have missed
something that was lost?
back to the floating
immeasurable waters
back to the real gift
rewriting our histories
mapping some new land?
did we learn to love
at the mercy of the womb
what did you expect?
what did I expect
with the world consuming them?
did we expect time?
time in the speed age?
time, for more meaningful stuff?
time for praise, glory?
damaged by greed
getting ahead, moving on, go-
were we left behind?
left with broken dreams
left, mending ourselves slowly
outside history
or are we flowers
of some new garden to come-
rare exotic breeds
stronger in the storms
surviving an arid land
without a compass
what can we leave to
our children, our families
with this wealth of time
survival for some?
the fittest gets the big prize?
losers weep alone?
so, what about our time?
the road keeps moving
even if we stop
no one really cares-
so what do we make of life
trying to reach in
without much regret-
trying just to understand
our stop, this detour
are we going back
to find something we have missed
something that was lost?
back to the floating
immeasurable waters
back to the real gift
2/28/08
2/22/08
Journey Home
in this cave, my soul
scribbling down every thought
as if Hanshen lived
this great mad poet
reading my words eagerly
tearing and smiling
knowing this exile
takes a complete surrender
to all the known gods
emperors seeking
answers to the big questions
will not find them here
this cave is locked
full of poets and mad men
on their journey home
scribbling down every thought
as if Hanshen lived
this great mad poet
reading my words eagerly
tearing and smiling
knowing this exile
takes a complete surrender
to all the known gods
emperors seeking
answers to the big questions
will not find them here
this cave is locked
full of poets and mad men
on their journey home
2/14/08
Happy Valentines Day
there is this fine thing
yes, a fine thing, this love, love
that grows and knows, knows
there is this glad thing
yes, a glad thing, this love, love
that sows and shows, shows
there is this pure thing
yes, a pure thing, this love, love
that flows and grows, grows
yes, a fine thing, this love, love
that grows and knows, knows
there is this glad thing
yes, a glad thing, this love, love
that sows and shows, shows
there is this pure thing
yes, a pure thing, this love, love
that flows and grows, grows
1/23/08
12/31/07
Waiting for 2008
ebullient master
shall we drink of the divine
and take in the moon?
this eternity
that passes as our small lives
but beams of your light
measured in days
years mounting the mounting years
the same old moon there
some clear brilliant light
shadowed by our own dreams
problems and pleasures
come take the moon back
let it play in your pocket
hiding its full force
so we can stumble
along in the blackest night
of our timely greed
no beckoning gods
myths or new superstitions
invading our souls
I have travelled far
in the halo of your heart
and I am wanting
so let me sit here
and wait for this long moment
to become a year
shall we drink of the divine
and take in the moon?
this eternity
that passes as our small lives
but beams of your light
measured in days
years mounting the mounting years
the same old moon there
some clear brilliant light
shadowed by our own dreams
problems and pleasures
come take the moon back
let it play in your pocket
hiding its full force
so we can stumble
along in the blackest night
of our timely greed
no beckoning gods
myths or new superstitions
invading our souls
I have travelled far
in the halo of your heart
and I am wanting
so let me sit here
and wait for this long moment
to become a year
12/5/07
11/29/07
11/28/07
11/13/07
11/9/07
Eight Buddhist Nightmares
a man confused
by a roads merciful turn
death before dying
death before dying
a rose loosing her petals
remaining a rose
stories adding up
to sums that will break your heart
death before dying
time already spent
worshipping the wrong altar
death before dying
bowls crying quickly
before she starts the slight broth
death before dying
numb insane tributes
to news of senseless slaughter
death before dying
'it’s all in our hands
and God is made up or dead’
death before dying
pain, like constant rain
filling small buckets of hope
death before dying
by a roads merciful turn
death before dying
death before dying
a rose loosing her petals
remaining a rose
stories adding up
to sums that will break your heart
death before dying
time already spent
worshipping the wrong altar
death before dying
bowls crying quickly
before she starts the slight broth
death before dying
numb insane tributes
to news of senseless slaughter
death before dying
'it’s all in our hands
and God is made up or dead’
death before dying
pain, like constant rain
filling small buckets of hope
death before dying
Such An Adventure For John Geary
to be born of light
and forged by the great unknown
such an adventure
and forged by the great unknown
such an adventure
First Snow For Bob And Martha
first snow of winter
blankets the harbors grey edge
a lone gull searches
blankets the harbors grey edge
a lone gull searches
11/3/07
11/2/07
10/30/07
10/17/07
Hearts Full Of Love For Peter
two fat buddhas laugh
their coats loose in the breezeway
their hearts full of love
their coats loose in the breezeway
their hearts full of love
To The Arms Of God For Pope John Paul II
great iron bells ring
a clarion calling us
to the arms of God
a clarion calling us
to the arms of God
10/16/07
10/12/07
10/1/07
9/26/07
Oh, These Dying Days
nothing special now
I do not wish to disturb
the waters journey
oh, these dying days
I will not lift a finger
to the glowing moon
I do not wish to disturb
the waters journey
oh, these dying days
I will not lift a finger
to the glowing moon
9/18/07
9/14/07
Six Notes For God's Ears
no power tonight
over pains hot votive burn
blazing and growing
old loveless insults
tramp my defenseless bones
with sharp sticks, quick knives
no, no place to hide
not even in the strong arms
of lovers gone by
where will this journey
take my caged body to,
what awful places?
God, I am your fool
in awe of this consciousness
and this map to know
new eyes for the dream
dream, a refreshed spirit,
coming this black night
over pains hot votive burn
blazing and growing
old loveless insults
tramp my defenseless bones
with sharp sticks, quick knives
no, no place to hide
not even in the strong arms
of lovers gone by
where will this journey
take my caged body to,
what awful places?
God, I am your fool
in awe of this consciousness
and this map to know
new eyes for the dream
dream, a refreshed spirit,
coming this black night
9/6/07
9/5/07
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