Sunday, May 27, 2018

Hello Me

I wish the mirror would quit staring me down
with unforgiving looks and
reflections of the past that
plague 
me with nostalgia 
scented desires for some kind of element
some piece of what I left so deep
in my closet, my back stairwell leading to my
basement hope, chained but optimistic
with only whispers to feed 
me
bit by bit
drip, drip, drip
here is some peace returned to
you, here
is where it all went some kind of side
ways, but
you found your way and yet
it always starts with
a slight smell, a distant song
the wind tickling my
soul, well hello there, me
how have you been?

After a Rage Cry and Smile It's just Me and the Coffee makers drip Song

After a rage cry and
Smile
It's just me and
The coffee makers drip
Song

Monday, January 8, 2018

Sometimes

Sometimes you don't keep the love of your life
Sometimes the wind blows hard upon your brow in a cold
Embrace of reality
Sometimes the rain hits hard and flesh
Is weak and sometimes
It's all too much
And you must let it be
let it be
Sometimes the smile that brings you joy
Unimaginable is the smirk
That cuts
Your chest open
And flings your fragile soul
Against the jagged rocks
Sometimes everything keeping you living
Is all that is why
You are dying and
You know what you
Must do
And it hurts you so
And you do it
And sometimes we get to be the best
Of ourselves and our better nature is what comes natural and
Sometimes
Today becomes tomorrow and
It gets better
And sometimes the worst of times
Becomes the best of times

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Entrainment

In unison that which
is responsible for a life and
Beauty you see
Light
can be
Nature's brush, man's
Delight
The more we shine
The
More we
Help
Others shine, so
Profound and
Random
Our existence

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Pyrrharctia isabella


the Woolly Bear

larva emerges

consumes all

that is can, it feeds

on many different species

of plants and mitochondria


The larva is black at both ends, with 

or without a band of coppery red in the middle

of the universe


Recent research has shown (mostly lies)

the larvae of a related moth Grammia incorrupta

(whose larvae are also called “woollybears”)

consume alkaloid-laden leaves that help fight

internal parasitic fly larvae personalities

This phenomenon is said 

to be "the first clear demonstration of self-medication among people"


the Woolly Bear cannot feed enough each year 

so it must freeze 

it's flesh, you see

it lives in Antarctica



The Woolly Bear must feed for several

summers, sometimes it takes 14 years

to have enough reserves to move on with life


the Arctic the summer period for vegetative growth - and hence

feeding, is so short

it must winter in its caterpillar form

it literally freezes solid and dies (it doesn't die)


First its heart stops beating, then its gut freezes

then its blood

In the spring it thaws out and (gloriously)


emerges

if the sun approves

it will pupate


when it emerges 

from its pupa as 

a moth it has

only days to find a mate


Folklore 

of the eastern United States and Canada holds 

that the relative amounts of brown and black on

the skin of a Woolly Bear caterpillar

(commonly abundant in the fall) are an indication of the severity

of the coming winter apocalypse


It is believed

that if a Woolly Bear caterpillar's brown stripe is thick

the winter weather

will be mild and dangerous

if the brown stripe is narrow, the winter will

be severe and joyous


every year it feeds

and hopes

it freezes, it dies

it lives for one second and 14 years


the Woolly Bear

larva emerges


Sunday, January 26, 2014

Move Along

Here I am dying
What an ass
A slow boiling egg
Ready for the pig

Could I express, exhasperate
Point out, point in
Shred my ego 
And find some kind of empty
Excuse
Write it!

No, no, no
NO
The words did come once
But now
We'll now sir I pout 
Like a coward
Watching the last plane 
Leave with my love

Let's wrap this up boys

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Two parts one

I left you back with my other body
The great shade between

Here I am speaking to a great nothing
While something sings to my ear, come
Back to what is away
To there, where you have me, my
body is, inside of your mind is
Inside of mine
On my mind
All my mind
All my all


And yet



Here
I 
Am