30 Day Wine

Feeling like a dope machine, want to break me down
Snuffing the skiff on the skibby
Nothing more to reach me but a Polaroid
And grasping the grapes on the ground
I fertilize and I repent
I recycle and yet we forget
Carbon has made up, laws have tested
A soul to pull up and a string to tie knots
Keep the meat and realize the insides
With a samurai to knife his own door
And an Enzo to mark entry in the world
Herd a voice and tackled the words
A light to make light unknown
Things sprout while time graduates
The facts loose their footing after 30 days
Wisdom needs no warranty

Singing for the Seeds

Singing on forgetting
Forests are relenting
Bambi knows, if you’re not cute you go
The creatures lost their love for living
While dying for giving
Men don’t need
More
More for weeks beyond and before
And when a mind has made up
That god bestowed
Some power for men to imagine power
And be gods of their own every dinner hour
To think we know our needs
Our taste is acquired
Over
More over instinct is fired
The pestilence has hold
Blindness unfolds for every hit
Addiction applied
No ones admitting
I’m alive despite your giant shadow
A head to big to think for its own
Fueled by a green origami hamster
Speaking your thinking
The voice of millionaires
Just happens to be heard
For your best interest
Amazing or just a glazing?
On a garden is where I confide
Footprint next to paw print
It’s not a law but against the way
By living through loving
Is a warm bed at night
At the end
Respect as if
The self in thyself
Myself is yourself is connected milk
Under the sun, wonders expand
Dirt turns to sand and replenishes
A dropped berry
To chance but grow a hundred berries
Dough rises to reflect
For, there’s no mystery
Why the seeds grow

"shoot. you got to respect old people. they got wisdom. a young buck cant handle it, wisdom will kill you in a second."
-bob the truck driver-

A wise teacher once said to me, a mature person is one who can live with paradoxes.

La’Boom: French Lightning

You think you know how to smile?
What it is, what it does
A foolish fool waiting to suck up the breeze for a while
And a mistress tossing her red dress in the snow
But talk about
A discourse untranslated,
Straight from the books of writing eyes
Lips to lips, big toe over small
And a cornucopia liquefied for ink
But talk about
Its how your color your picture
During turbulence on an airplane
A fabulous mistake
And a snoring suit to keep you awake
But talk about
Velour women with styrofoam men
A liaison between flutters and flout
Still, stores are overstocked with cases of giggles
And too many super sized lives to count
But talk about….
What’s left but the blackness in my ear?
And the same noise from yesteryear
Blah blah blah in a library of candles to lighten
Yada yada to dilute the flavor
I’ve heard it and still will
When a lightning bolt speaks
It has something to talk about

No comments? Jeez I must be either flabbergasting my readers or paralyzing them with boredom...i think the latter

Being vegan has its ups and downs,
I’ve found it difficult to explain my reasons if someone hasn’t contemplated it themselves
simply because we all think differently and reason what we will
but I have also found that people are deeply interested in it as well
although they have not the strength or caring capacity to stop doing something they know is self defeating
we got into a conversation about diet at work, and you can imagine a bunch of manly men
set in their own ways late in life, men who lift furniture and drive big trucks for a living,
and someone brought up that they don’t eat any pork,
and others agreed that they try not to, mainly because it is one of the least healthy of the acceptability consumed animals
but the guy who first proclaimed he didn’t eat pork had different reasons
one being that it is a dirty animal to begin with
and also that eating this type of farm animal also produces a mental change
for instance
these animals live in fear and that produces hormones in their blood that is consumed in the meat
so, he suggested, that this fear is passed along to those who eat it
I understood it as a more spiritual/mental degration, which he was hinting at
but didn't come out with it because it may have been a taboo
but my question was, or rather I stated, I didn’t eat any animals, for slightly those reasons
why did this theory apply to only pigs
these fellows saw no substance in this, but merely food for their empty bodies
One agreed that they would like to be vegan, but had not the moral strength to do so,
maybe he felt this way as we all would like to travel the world or be millionaires
but how is it we can hold back other passions, for we know they too are wrong, and not hold back when it comes to food
is it that we are already conditioned to the idea of necessary death for a meal
for me it takes little moral strength, once I was properly informed I could not pretend I didn’t know, for to betray myself is to scream mutiny and jump overboard
I do not wish to be blind when it comes to what’s on the inside, and I simply do what I believe is right
while others seemed to just think this fools talk, and possibly blasphemy against America itself
it needed to be known where I stand, although my reasons were not detailed or convincing
I was still respected
and it is known that I can work twice as hard with a clear conscience and a good PB&J

There’s gold in one of these holes

It’s the last of feelings emptied from the corner store, and yet there’s no need to be addicted. Have you ever heard of a happy disaster? This fridge is hollow, except for some leftover shake and bake blues, a hole in my sock and that unadjusted wedgie caked to the door handle. What a selection! Doubt if I make one at all, for to be undecided among a choice of fools creates a great recall for flavor in my life. A hole in the pocket is better than air conditioning in the winter.

Fingers of God

If I were to act without thinking I would be a finger of god
And if I were to die tonight, it wouldn’t be the first time
Perchance I live but another day
It would only be to wipe the dust away
For a sleeping giant lies in these hills
Ready to awaken at mornings promise
Forever waits yet another eve
And my skin still blankets what I can’t help to believe
It is just that, the potential destiny and looming uncertainty
That propels me to start life floating along the canal
It is there that I get layered and accustomed
Warmed up and numbed, growing our elite opposable thumb
But what is it all for,
Only to peel away and cry with the layers
Then to find that our substance is all the same
Nothing special, nothing to gain
But connected at the heart and surviving on shared love
This is the essence that keeps me at bay
Or rather, keeps me here for another day

First-Aid As A Last Resort

I am oblivious to the world around me, yet I know it through a single action
I am lost in the vat that separates skin and soul.
It is not being perfect in what I do,
It is knowing that I have given it all a chance to be perfect
What do we discover through searching but our own ends
It means being satisfied, but you have built your own cubicle
With wood grown without wisdom and nails forged from another’s sweat.
So it is that I know,
Thinking with a first aid kit puts education in rear seat
Still, the rain will come when you need it, and also when you don’t.
So slip sometimes and stare back at the sky with a fury
The drops will clear you eyes quick enough
Grace always has a purpose and soon we will all have this moment

Live for the Dead

If you want to hear that sound of freedom in your ear
You got to make that choice
You got to make that choice

If you want to hear that sound of freedom in your ear
You say no war today
No war today

Now, it don’t matter where you were born, you know right from wrong
It don’t matter what creed you go by, you know right from wrong
You gotta’ use your head
Yea use your head

You got to do what’s right
And live by your word
You see people dying
You better know it’s absurd

You got to do what’s right
And live by your word
You see people dying
You let your voice be heard

If you want to hear that sound of freedom in your ear
You got to make that choice
You got to make that choice

If you want to hear that sound of freedom in your ear
You got to vote today
Yes, vote today

Now, it don’t matter what you say it’s what you do
It don’t matter what you do if it don’t feel right to you
You gotta’ live for the dead,
Yea live for the dead

You got to do what’s right
And live by your word
You see people dying
You better know it’s absurd

You got to do what’s right
And live by your word
You see people dying
You let your voice be heard