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The rain, from a distance,
Grey lines hinting existence,
Falling on faces of jagged risen earth,
A moment to remember; worth,
As the mist looks lovely on the mountains today.
A moment to remember, when all was still calm
When my worries were only worries,
And she didn’t skirt what could have been me writing a lamenting psalm,
As the rain looks lovely on the mountain in flurries.
Daily, second to second, moment to moment, jiffy to jiff,
The world spins on, whether you rise or fall from the cliff.
Carefully careful is not enough
In a world that demands you be “impossitough”
“The rain looks lovely” is still the right phrase, still the right stuff.
It can be lost, what is firmly in your grasp
It can be stolen, from God’s or Earth’s wrath.
It’s just a wink, a blink, a crash, a lightning bite from an asp,
Or a young kid not seeing a proper path.
Even so, the mountain looks lovely in its rain-washed bath.
Constant is worry, always poisoned by the fear,
That the one I love the most will be taken far when I need her near.
And just the threat had me in manic anxiousness, an easy place to steer,
But the mountains wouldn’t look as lovey without the mist; if they were clear.
Always always
The world is unbalanced
Wants to be upside down turned
Still we run these hallways
With muddled mid-sense
Waiting for the moment, we are finally burned,
And the scale tips
The car flips
But the mist looks lovely on the mountains today.
Don’t, and I’ll say it again, don’t do this
I mean make a bucket list
Then go out and try to fulfil it, especially if you pissed.
Here’s my list when I was pissed
Bungee jump from the back yard tree
Parachute from the house roof while having a pee
Roller skate on a three wheel ski
The list goes on but they nearly killed me
Well I used a rope instead of a bungee band
The snap I heard was when I hit the ground and broke my hand
Then with a double bed sheet I jump off the roof having a pee
You guessed it, crunch went my knee
Back from hospital, hand and knee in casts, I decide to go for a ski
With a crutch in one hand I push off Weeeeeeeee!
Crash a car hits me
Well I stopped and bucket list number 3
So, I’m in traction, pen in my left nostril writing this poem
Hopefully in the next six months I can go home
Oh if you wondering about the ski with the wheels, i bolted them on
Here I can come,
lets salute the sun,
lets make a brutish cocktail for a run,
lets crash a party that wasn't fun.
And then! ! ! ! !
Ok by then you know there is no playin',
only mind praying,
and rotation of claiming,
because girls are entangling,
estranging-
to their embankment,
to the water that flows strangely,
from out of town-
oh its amazing! ! !
Lets teach them Bangledesh
from the Bay Area-ness,
that comes around in a mess,
drunk and sore from all of their bets.
Ball on time-
when you come
it isn't the crime,
some people ball all the time!
They don't need our time-
our wishes
or our finds...
They are tourists out of their binds...
They're bosses that don't know of lives-
...that need love,
and are falling from their climbs.
I CALL IT SLEEPING AWAKE AT NIGHT I RELIVING TRAUMATIC EVENTS SOMETIMES FALLING TO SLEEP AT SIX IN THE MORNING TO FIND MY DAY FILLED WITH NAPS DREAMS REM SLEEP VIVID VISIONS THIS IS WHY I AM NEVER ALONE THE HORRID THOUGHT OF FALLING ASLEEP ON A BUS WAKING UP LOST MY THINGS TORN BUS DRIVER YELLS THIS THE LAST STOP DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU GOING NO SIR WHATS YOUR NAME I DON'T KNOW THE REALITY OF TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY MY DOCTORS AT NASA CALLS IT EARLY ONSET OF DEMENTIA SO I RUSH TO KEEP WRITING EVERYDAY ALL DAY KERPING MY BRAIN ALIVE STRICKENED WITH NARCOLEPSY THERE IS NO CURE AND ITS NOT SLEEP APNEA IT'S THE BRAIN EVERY FEW MINUTES I FALL INTO A DEEP SLEEP RATHER IN A DOCTORS OFFICE GOD FORBID FLYING A PLANE OR JUST A NORMAL JOB VERY DANGEROUS I NEVER DROVE WHICH IS A BLESSING I'D PROBABLY KILL MYSELF FROM FRIGHT READING LICENSE PLATES LOOKING FOR THREATS MY THERAPISTS SAYS THIS IS NORMAL CAUSE I WORE WIRES FOR THE FBI MY JOB WAS READING LICENSE PLATES THE DAY OF MY CRASH A PLATE READ WITNESS I WOKE UP FROM A COMA BLESSING IS MY PARTIAL BLINDNESS DAMAGED EYE SOCKET MY VISION IS GONE I CAN'T READ PLATES ANYMORE FUNNY RIGHT A FEW OF MY CONDITIONS MOST PEOPLE NEVER HEARD OF NARCOLEPSY CRIPPLED ME NO ONE ELSE IN MY FAMILY HAS IT I BELIEVE HARRIETT TUBMAN HAD IT AFTER HER HEAD INJURY HIT IN THE HEAD WITH A CAST IRON WEIGHT I HIT MY HEAD ON THE DASH AIRBAG EXPLODED MY FACE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE BEING STRUCK IN THE HEAD KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY EVENTUALLY WELL LETS KEEP WRITING THE DEEP SLEEP IN THE DAYTIME WHEN I OPEN MY EYES I'M STILL DREAMING SO IF DRAGONS ARE CHASING YOU IN YOUR DREAM WHEN YOU AWAKEN THEY STILL ARE AND THIS COULD BE EMBARRASSING AT CHURCH SCHOOL WORK SO MY DOCTORS STARTED ME ON NUVIGIL THIS KEEPS ME AWAKE ALL DAY SO I COULD SLEEP AT NIGHT AND HAVE LESS PASS OUTS DURING THE DAY SO I WRITE I WRITE I WRITE KEEPING ME CONCIOUSLY UNCONSCIOUS
A dreamt event
for the newly-wed,
both looking sharp;
how many hand-written invitation cards
have they sent
with the reddest heart and lovely words?
Down the church isle they will go with a tight-sealed tounge;
an organist will play the famous wedding song...
be ready to greet them with wide smiles,
despite your approval or disapproval, don't show your intent!
Oh, never try to crash a dreamt event
for the newly-wed, you may get unpleasant surprises
from that priest or reverend performing the holy matrimony!
Be quite and listen, or don't bother to attend the cerimony!
Some envious eyes fix their manacing, inappropiate glances
on them...dreaming of what could have been;
why can't anyone openly admit their sin?
Don't be a pretender and continue the dance,
anyone can sense those thoughts of anger
and resentment...why are you looking so ghostly?
Let go of all stupidity and don't use puffery...
congratulate them with a cheerful toast and a hearty laughter!
A dreamt event
for the newly-wed,...
kissing passionately
without embarassment,
but as others watch with contentment...
the flower girls follow them gracefully
as they hear the wedding bells at twelve!
A car goes crash, a baby’s born;
A surgeon makes a cut.
A window opens for some light;
Another one is shut.
A sale is made, a bid is lost;
Investments take a hit.
Some progress happens somewhere,
Quite a lot or just a bit.
The news is great or things are worse
Or hanging in the air.
Decisions may be made or someone
Gives in to a dare.
The mini worlds we live in
Sometimes keep us safe inside,
But life goes on and we can never
Absolutely hide.
Whatever happens happens
To ourselves or to a friend
Or a relative or stranger
But it’s foolish to pretend
That each day and every minute
Something isn’t taking place.
If we’re lucky, we’ll be spared
And have no negatives to face.
The distant deep begins a
low refrain,
A heavy breath upon the
ocean floor,
A rising power born of wind
and rain,
That rolls in secret toward
the waiting shore.
It lifts its crest against the
fading light,
A liquid wall of sapphire,
fierce and high,
A sudden shadow cutting
through the night,
To trace its spine across the
open sky.
Then comes the crash, a
brilliant flash of foam,
A roar that shakes the sand
beneath our feet,
As if the wild expanse has
found its home,
And makes its long,
tumultuous life complete.
But soon the thunder fades
into a sigh,
To leave a mirror for the
evening sky.
Upon the sprawling ocean's grace, a rhythmic dance aligns,
Where waves caress the sandy shore with tender, fleeting signs.
A symphony of ebbs and flows, a ceaseless, wandering waltz,
Enchanting every grain of sand, in nature’s gentle jolts.
A whisper of the ancient tides, that’s heard across the ages,
In every gentle lap and crash, a timeless tale engages.
The moon above, a distant guide, orchestrating the dance,
As waves converse with distant shores, in a perpetual, liquid prance.
Majestic creatures of the depths, weave through the ocean’s song,
Navigating watery realms, where mystic tales belong.
Beneath the surface’s lustrous glow, hidden worlds reside,
A universe of secrets, in the ocean's boundless tide.
The sun descends into the sea, with a soft and glowing kiss,
Illuminating horizons, in a tranquil, fiery bliss.
The melody of the ocean’s heart, beats with timeless might,
Connecting every shore on earth, in an endless, aqueous flight.
May we find a gentle echo, in the waltz that never sways,
A reminder of stability, amidst life's turbulent bays.
For as the ocean kisses shores, with a calm and steady grace,
We, too, shall navigate our storms, and in challenges, find our place.
I envision no romantic, grease-splattered engineer
Overseeing the direction of my particular train.
It just follows the course of the tracks laid down
Within the fractal flow of nature’s symmetry.
It curiously transports me from one sad affair to another,
Depending on which Chiquita happens to be turning my head.
My destination has always been inclined to speculation.
I have lived one singular life, but died many lonely deaths along the way.
My travels through this landscape of consciousness and self-awareness
Have often brought me to untimely terminals, via various means of derailment.
There have been lethal infections, and numerous fatal diseases,
An airplane and a helicopter crash, a murder, a head-on collision,
A tragic skydiving mishap, many bad storms at sea,
A life sentence in a Kenyan prison, overdoses from unwise decisions.
I’ve driven off a cliff at dawn and had a cardiac arrest.
But after each deadly incident, I somehow awoke to a better world.
Wrought iron spikes hammered to a hard-driven finish
Hold the rails in place until that one comes loose on the curve.
When my train gets derailed, I just begin again, and yet again,
Recycling intentions, re-establishing severed connections.
Over the years, I’ve come to realize that the final death I'll face
Will only involve some little discomfort, perhaps just a deep, sweet ache.
I can lay to rest whatever fears my unfinished dreams may embrace,
And look forward to greeting a better world when next I awake.
As someone once said, you’ll not appreciate the full extent
Of life’s train wreck till you get far enough away from it.
Then you can take in the whole awe-inspiring picture and say,
Holy ghost and good goddam, that was surely one memorable trip.
Darkening of the land of man
Shadows pool into wells as gloom
Solidify into the things best left unseen
A thing from a different realm
A different reality
The coming Doom.
A realm between what is known and unseen
We are of this life
We are in the weakening world
The walkers in daylight
Maybe its’s death
But we are only one side of the coin
We are of one world and our souls the other
The only thing that keeps the worlds apart
A thing unseen as thin as smoke
An elusive as a shadow.
Maybe its’s death
Not much separates the two
A heartbeat away
A second reaction
A Fatal attraction
A crash, a drowning, pull of the trigger
A moment in between one thing
And the next a season of shadows
or light everlasting.
Maybe its’s death, maybe not
What is the difference?
The thin veil between realities
A shifting between the seen and unseen
In one moment we are talking to our love
The next they are gone beyond where we can transverse
maybe it is Death?
Or a voyage we sea in deep dreams.
Darkening of the land of man
Shadows pool into wells as gloom
Solidify into the things best left unseen
A thing from a different realm
A different reality
A realm between what is known and unseen…
The coming Doom.