18 Sunday Jul 2021
Posted in Change, Compassion, Ego, Emotional Intelligence, Hate, Human, Love, Mental Health, Observations, Open mind, Poetry, Recovery, Sameness
brother hating brother
when exposed that they are men
acting with impunity
each is negligent again
lashing out in malice
harsh judgement from above
brother hating brother
like raven birthing dove
it’s not within their veins
that conflict seeds are sown
our simple human frailties are but
scared flowers bearing thorns
brother fighting brother
is an old hat on a child
the key to break the pattern
is with spirits reconciled
17 Saturday Jul 2021
I have been setting up an area in my back yard that is animal friendly. It’s their section. There is a little bird bath and I have been starting to put in plants that will attract and feed them. Unlike half of my neighborhood, I also don’t use pesticides and try to let everything around here live and eat the food they like. The birds and squirrels seem to love it the arrangement. Something is always back there poking around. And I love observing them. Their way.
I also have a dog that is at least part beagle and black lab. And she loves to chase all things critter, period. And admittedly, I sort of enjoy watching her do what makes her happy (this is all helped immensely by the fact that she never catches anything). So as a way to make her backyard pee-trips a little more fun for the both of us, I like to psych her up by repeatedly asking if there are any squirrels outside… Yes, in a taunting voice. Anyway, once she is good and wound up, I open the door to witness a glorious mass scurrying and flying for the next 10 seconds.
Coming face to face with my own duality is harsh, man, I feel like the United States in the Middle East, here.
05 Saturday Jun 2021
Posted in Anxiety, Brain Droppings, Buddhism, Change, Compassion, Depression, Ego, Emotional Intelligence, Fear, Grief, Growth, Hate, Human, Love, Meditation, Mental Health, Open mind, Pain, Poetry, Prayer, Recovery, Sameness, Spirituality
slow morning crawl
coffee and stare
far away look
minutes become
breath at a time
metronome sets
to forward go
the way of you
hurt begets pain
pain begets scars
scars become hard
yield not to wrath
a goal for now
.
01 Tuesday Jun 2021
Posted in Change, Compassion, Depression, Ego, Emotional Intelligence, Fear, Grief, Human, Love, Mental Health, Pain, Poetry, Spirituality
the inevitable question
is there a pattern or not?
when applied to parts
life develops from I
celestial circle ‘round
field dance in sun
finger-tip touch tops
jettisoning pain
from moments once spent
in blind abandon
nurtures the light
surrounding the spark
keeping it snug
and forward of mind
to never give up
the soul in your eye
23 Sunday May 2021
Posted in Buddhism, Change, Compassion, Ego, Emotional Intelligence, Growth, Love, Meditation, Mental Health, Middle Way, Open mind, Poetry, Spirituality
nose-tip
leads the way
steps first into now
focal point
in meditative breath
point of the spear
piercing peace
20 Thursday May 2021
When I got to work this morning I really, really had to pee. While running down the hall with my legs crossed, I saw someone I know who has been recovering from stage 4 cancer. So I waved to him. He waved back.
As I continued to side-shuffle down the hall something occurred to me, and it stopped me dead in my tracks.
This guy had been dying of stage 4 cancer and all he had ever asked of people was to make him laugh. And a few months later, here he was back at work! Something had helped him get back here.
So I turned around, then walked back just so I could call him a derogatory name. He laughed hard, nodded and called me a douchebag. Much better.
As I sped off again toward the big boy potty, I looked back and could see the crinkle in his eyes shining above his mask as he stumped his way down the hall on a cane.
Imagine a world where people are willing to make themselves temporarily uncomfortable solely for benefit of another person’s well being.
23 Friday Apr 2021
Posted in Anxiety, Art, Brain Droppings, Change, Compassion, Conspiracies, Corruption, Democratic Socialism, Depression, Ego, Emotional Intelligence, Environment, Existential Risk, Fear, First Amendment, Growth, Guns, Hate, Healthcare, Human, Indivisible, Kids, Love, Meditation, Mental Health, Open mind, Patriotism, Politics, Race, Revolution, Sameness, Spirituality, Terrorism, Trump-Hole, Women
pestilence and politics
pandemic and plague
with a half million down
and society to go
they block the shot
and fake them out
they talk a lot
no truth to shout
that forever reign
a wish to steal
pass by the doorman
death on your heals
deciding factors tied
how much you got?
kneel on the neck
democracy’s not
a basket of goodies
tied in a bag
representing in hoodies
deciding the flag
the money flows thick
green with white tinge
the darker the funds
the lighter the skin
apartheid still fails
but always gets tried
any port in a storm
promise always to lie
14 Sunday Feb 2021
Posted in Anxiety, Brain Droppings, Change, Compassion, Conspiracies, Coronavirus, Corruption, Death, Democratic Socialism, Depression, Dingleberries, Ego, Emotional Intelligence, Environment, Existential Risk, Fear, First Amendment, Fucking Hannity, Grief, Growth, Guns, Hate, Healthcare, Human, Indivisible, Islam, Kids, Love, Making Sense of Guns, Male superiority, Memorial, Mental Health, Middle Way, Moscow Mitch, News, Open mind, Patriotism, Pledge, Politics, Putin, Race, Revolution, Sameness, Tax the Church, Terrorism, Trump-Hole, Women
Donald Trump and his new Republican Party proved something: That a Constitution written when indoor plumbing was actually cutting-edge technology, is not itself strong enough to withstand a manipulative assault on it by a modern day organized crime mindset that literally came of age in the dark gaps found between its words.
08 Monday Feb 2021
Posted in Change, Compassion, Conspiracies, Corruption, Environment, Fear, Human, Memorial, News, Poetry, Politics, Sameness
what can we do when
off the glaciers sheer
and dams burst outward
to peasants in valley
so far away from you
hunched over a teak desk
looking tight for the line
of the feeders on bottom
As the Dome burns its effigy
in Democracy’s last waltz
23 Saturday Jan 2021
Posted in Anxiety, Cannabis, Compassion, Depression, Healthcare, Medical Marijuana, Mental Health, Pain, Prayer
Chronic pain, headaches, muscular issues, and migraines from cervical damage, just plain suck.
If you’re a drug seeking individual, this kind of pain is like a winning lottery ticket. Willy Wonka meets Powerball.
But, if you’re just trying to stay sober, and do life in a clear and lucid manner, pain is a lifetime sentence in the sandals of Sisyphus.
