Largeness Poems

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For one, I am small and increase the body of reverse
As love and hate enter space and time without poles
The largeness of sleep and dimensional reality
Going into a law of consistent inconsistencies
Raw the cost never leaves into laughter
By his own facts which enlist varied gods
Sex is the validation unto which is declaration
To make intent stronger and mind no speak into the certainty
Twisting and turning where skills are refused
War seems skill
War seems knowledge
Also fight
Yet experience makes cry and far as you run
The earth makes sure of variation
To watch through the glass
By expectancy and obliterate
It has been the patriot to call love
So the squeeze will leave as rendered outside of the king
Available as throwing the towel in
Because the lights among us would offer rationale
As tossing in self sacrifice is the magnified gain
Old friends make more dinner in adverse
Guessing without a train nails part
Mission would herald the boarding bite so clear

Like Tweedly Dee

Balancing his largeness on a ball
His wideness rampant, his legs not tall
Making us smile with his balancing act.
He’s like tweedly dee, and that’s a fact.

If Peace Is Largeness

IF peace is largeness within the many chambers

of you i should dream a world of loveness

    a n d  m a n y  t e a r s  b y  j o y

to tell you the dream when smallness was

the many vapored obscured heart-tied hands

hanging upon the highest star

There is within me enough room for you

as words from distant cousins lock meaning within

a single stanza the numinous feelings are that much

nearer I -- the pupil of Life and my sight

is becoming more clearer.

:: 11.27.2015 ::

Virgin Galactic

August spider webs become thick as February snow wisps
Accumulating on our window sills
If each of us
All eight billion
Could stand in line in gardens and beside the sea
And wait our turn
To blast far up in outer space
And spend two minutes
Gazing down to our primate planet Earth
Through a little window
Perfectly fit to the size of all our faces
I think
The wonder
Of smallness and largeness and its great indifference
Could make it so that no human being
Would dare think of themselves as alone
Or desperate
Or insignificant
Ever again

We’d all believe
And killing would end.

Grief

I remember black
covering everything,
like the soft stroke
of a black cat
rubbing against us.
black cars,
black clothes,
black coffin,
black hole
in the earth.
I remember  
streaks of light
reflected
on cheeks;
like veins of silver
on the walls
of a dark cave;
I remember
the deafening silence
from each of us; 
lost inside 
the largeness
of a vacuum
from which
we could not see
our way out.
Mostly, 
there was just stillness
in the air that 
enclosed us all
like a tomb.

Bethlehem Delivery

O thou little town
situated within the largeness of Judah
Wee little lamb Bethlehem
skipping alongside the big city rams
Chosen by God
for your humbleness
You were never numbered
amongst the mighty and proud
Receive your special delivery,
Messiah in a manger ... 
the Highest born amidst the lowly
Savior of the world
born in such a small place
The few shepherds who saw the holy view,
would never forget the golden child’s face
The goodwill of God towards man
was birthed in little Bethlehem
A love so large and infinite
delivered in a tiny parcel of land — 
Bethlehem, like a mustard seed,
is where the gospel of salvation began

We Are Nature and Nature Rules

AND WHAT IS the largeness of God?
  All knowning and compassionate?
Judge, jury and executioner?
The beginning and ending of all?
the Alpha and Omega.
  If so, then I am only one human,
a thing created by that One who
is surpassed by all things.
But this I do know:  compassion
has no limits and greatness is
not confined to words.  And 
beginnings are not really 
a beginning but moreso a 
continuation of Life.  And i am 
focused on truth too.  
My foot is within the ass of
all those who have polluted
the concept of a God;  control
is their device but mine is
of Love and Patience.  Let
the worlds' institutions burn,
let the false words crumble,
and allow freedom of Sprit
to Rule:  We are Nature.
And Nature Rules.

:: 09-25-2017 ::

Getting About the House

Getting About The House

Old man feels his head before he steps from bed
Hair once resided there so long ago
Now disappeared in hippie dreams and smoke 
He props himself up real slow
On elbow then on hand to stand
Makes a right turn into the bathroom to manage issues there
The world is no longer round.  It lost its largeness
Inside, it shrunk.  It turned into the squared off rooms
Meanderings, explorations, resume inside, well defined
A universe that moves as slow, rigidly confined
The fossil from the past moves down the hall
Made a left then right to find the kitchen
Still fixed in place, the same location every time, day and night
Old man no longer walks in open spaces out in nature
Kept warm inside with shades and blinds closed tightly
Eggs and toast beside a cup of coffee hot
He knows what he likes
With another left and right in fuzzy slippers
He whispers to himself in mumbles and in slurs
Curses but no one hears a word
Turns in the opposite direction to find his bed again
Getting about the house gets easier every time
According to him, that's what he said

What If

What If?

When we were young it was a familiar friend
Always with us as we looked with wonder
Everything seemed possible, nothing out of reach
Dreams were wonders filled with possibilities. 

Before we were afraid of the truth,when we were still honest 
Open to unseen possibilities
Unconcerned with the opinions of others
We were free to imagine. 

No boundaries to compel us to conform
No expectations of group commonality
We were entranced by the largeness of creation
Giddy with excitement that we had a part to play. 

But then the expectations of others made our light go dim
Putting heavy weights on our once joyful shoulders
Causing them to droop with the shame of perceived failure 
No longer seeing life looking back in the mirror

We have lost our identity, trading it for sameness
Our imagination replaced with logic
No longer alive to beauty, no longer filled with hope
Overwhelming joy and anticipation replaced by a blank stare. 

What if we chose to turn around?
To believe that what was lost could be found
What if we chose to believe that what was taken has been restored by grace
What if our joy and imagination returned?

What if?

A Busy City Street

A Busy City Street

Every day I walk along a busy city street.
every day I meet largeness of an elephant
                           and smallness of an atom
                           in the busy city street,
                           though I've never met an elephant 
                           or an atom
                           in my busy city street.

I sometimes notice greatness of Buddha
                           and littleness of jealousy,
                           though I've never noticed Buddha
                           or Jealousy
                           in my busy city street.

I often think about the emptiness of my mind
                           and the fullness of my soul
                           in the busy city street,
                           though I don't know anything
                           about my mind or soul
                           in the busy city street.

Every day I walk along my busy city street
                           where somebody sees my direness
                           and others see my pleasantness, 
                           though nobody has seen me.

You Come To Me In Small

You Come to Me in Small
You come to me in small
Your largeness waiting
in the quiet
Yet unseen

Grandeur

You can be found
in shopping malls
banquet halls
satellite TV
1000’s and 1000’s cheering

Maybe I get lost in crowds

You come to me in still
Giving me grace
to fill with you
Welling up – willing in

You come

Published: Ancient Paths

47

A man takes note of
A spiders largeness and speed
Before he kills it

A Great Man

How do you know a great man,
Two things i tell you.
The largeness of his heart and the insight of his mind.

My Dream

MY DREAM
I have watch in my very heart
the true colour of my dream;
For the size is as empire,very large and the
Fragrance thereof as aperture of a
Diamond;
Yet,the road is diverged,like in a dilemma.
Thanks to the Lord in and 
For Leading me In the way thereof.

I see,i saw and i conquer those sucker to my
Dream;
For my Lord made me from the start
And my pen never late to draw my plans,
Its evergreen yet holding sweet aroma of
Its largeness.

I see my Lord awaken for my sake
Pleading my path with lesson to learn,though
I learned and yet,learning;
For the road to accomplishment is of the Lord,my 
Lord and my God,
Leading me the road less expensive.

                                                                             02/09/2005(1:30am)

The Throat's Largeness

Largeness of the throat
Rejects bolus of its size
A brilliant proverb

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