Category Archives: Memorial

a cross

25 Saturday Sep 2021

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and so it’s passed from hand to fist
to rob the thief of ages
removing fear enjoining hands
embracing total strangers

prayer shifts the quantum stage
peace begets a germ of hope
love on loan doth sooth the dread
a part you are, collective soul

some how it’s me
my mother, your friend
passing along as potency forms
connecting the bonds in dew reborn

longing out for people you love
the web of a net, directed at you
all life suffers, the first noble truth
but a cross the valley eternity’s blue

luminescent life love
for longing each other
yet hand to hand this actually
calls down powers from above

a cross a time in altruism
ripples connect when do our eyes
some go forward, some stay put
from corpus christi to telluride

thou art that omnipotence
essence of all concentrate form
unbroken chain of pain and love
the power extends in cruciform

spectral

13 Sunday Jun 2021

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most of those
that listen best
are dead and gone
but in your chest

their wisdom stays
a tone is still clear
as perfect as when
their sound was here

spirit of death
O’ breath on the wind
port of eternal
entwined our sins

remember in love
reminiscing like porn
enlarging that spot
their kernel to form

enslaving our heart
attachment the curse
just for that ear
that once sang immersed

I think we have learned more about toilets

14 Sunday Feb 2021

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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.

It’s a Jungle Out There

09 Sunday Aug 2020

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The other day I was walking into work and found myself consciously avoiding the cracks in the segments of cement sidewalk. I felt a little ‘Monk-ish’ and I could hear Devo singing in my head, “Step on a crack… break your mama’s back!”

But then I thought, “Wait! my mother’s dead. I’m free! This isn’t going to hurt her!”

Then I went and made sure to step on every goddamn crack.

Mani

24 Friday Jul 2020

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(for Cathy)

living out of the jewel in your heart
love, your connection to each
a filigreed heart for mother and child
fierce in your fight with unjustness

silhouetted by the hallway’s glow 
an Angel Trumpet on the breeze 
the gauze of your gown hued deep in joy 
barefoot to the earth, a smile to sky

you love like a martyr, taking on pain 
those in your grace, you cast a pure light 
together we draw, when you become near 
each fragment made whole by balm

pictures and paintings on walls
in every place you are missed
I wait again to smell your scent &
a crushing hug to bind my heart

guilt nurtures the hounds

19 Sunday Jul 2020

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turning and spinning
towards the center and back
esteem hits below the belt
love only takes one more

the inevitability of karmic debt
meets the prayers of the saints
halfway to providence and back
I should have learned it then

the silence I long sought inside
now returned an echo of dense
that old son of a bitch is dead
chattering on from his grave

chance took my chance away
with misery born of longing
solitude’s underbelly exposed
while guilt slow nurtures the hounds