Long Mystically Poems

Once,
or twice, 
maybe thrice,
surely not
not fractal

A clan of crazy ecofeminists
conspired within an 88 unit residential castle
in their historically converted 
sometimes hysterically clueless condo
colonial-red predative brick 
badly bald aging building

With a sometimes soggy south walled school,
but...

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"The Book of Changes"

Thoughts arrived before words,
1000s of years before
the crossing of curves

always seen to be 
swimming upstream 
against the current

thoughts … and feelings,
in the flow, always arrive 
before words, they are cast 

in the...

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Thanks for your letter
asking for a free Taoist consult
on how to bring God talk
and experience
back into our Big Agri-MilitantIndustrialized Busyness Schools
and possibly our extended family lives,
on into our inside Holy of Holies,
our Climates of PanEntheistic...

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Ours was daily mysterious,
sometimes near mystical, 
rapture;
a sensual yet platonic
dorm-mate love affair,
within the only male grad student corridor
at SFSU.

He was the presumably straight Vietnam veteran
southern white good ol' boy,
athletically studying Japanese,
with a gentle passion for...

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Age defiant was this spruce and spirited citizen slinking blithely past the burgundy red doors of her enigmatic country dwelling.
As her olive skin neatly curved fingers 
slid over an intermittently scratched carbon black handrail she...

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What could I do? 

What to do
when your biological,
and even formerly sober ecological,
relationships suddenly veer insanely romantic?

Or worse,
mistrustful
and yet
not always distrustful,
or not,
maybe deeper sadness
and occasional manic gladness
emerging inclusively wider questions
of approach and/or avoid

Both romantic
and yet...

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The weather was fine today so I decide to go outside and play
I didn't have a plan but I was consistent with the weather man
I stepped out of the house and walked down the empty...

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My grandparents' grandparents,
all sixteen,
digging roots through cultural meristems,
young adults,
adolescents during Time's 1880's,
post Civil War birth of Sir James Crow monoculture.

What would we name this self-hatred,
this lack of compassion and gratitude for help
for human nature's lavish...

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Hilda my partner turned in her bed as the early morning train hurtled by at breakneck speed sending tremors round our dwelling.
Those long flowing tresses embrace the shafts of first light so enthusiastically.
An otherworldly spot...

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Who suggests a trip back...rides to this bit of nostalgia in the middle years of the Great Depression aboard a Chicago elevated train, "the El." We hurdle head-long above asphalt blanketed streets that are determined...

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If it is a premise of fundamentalists,
whether Christian or Islamic or Devil Worshipers,
that Reason is bad, faith is good,
what could anyone reasonably say
that could not be unfaithful to good?

However, as I recall,
there is that oft-quoted...

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Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
Brisk breezes quicken and rustle.
Bristlecone pines ever sway slowly,
while pockets of air blush...

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She maneuvers gracefully without fins or flippers
creating no ripples in deep blue waters
sneaking calmly upon jittery preys
and disguise herself in the middle of the day

A sudden thrust from beneath the fog
she buries herself under a...

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Moderation in all metaphysical
and physical declarations
exerting autonomous 
preposterous implementations.

ImModeration in self
as also Other
love.

Moderation in all things,
except continuously flowing integrity

Reforming
and propelling
compassionate universal regard.

Passionately love wisdom
that diversely
and re-contextually regards
win/win positive co-arisings
and win/lose negative correlations
to bilaterally become felt
knowing...

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I fester to receive, yet I believe in the Bacatros;
                  What a fool, a buffoon,  a famed...

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Where the Railroad Track Meet 

Grasping, lunging as does a donkey for the
dangling apple leading it forward, I reached
for the ever elusive spot.  That place where
the railroad track meet.  Almost had it in
Idaho...

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I find a consistent
constitutionally protected value
hidden in Preambulation
and historical Declaration
reaffirming U.S. healthy democracy,
our Holy Grail.

Life
liberty
pursuit of happiness
well-being

During Enlightened Elder
1700s,
and still largely our worldview today 
in deindustrializing MidWest
sweltering South
acid raining East
and, most mystically,
among empowered Californians
and Oregonians
and...

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Do you remember our lips touching, upon moonlit love so tender, 
	Lasting bliss, loves burning passion, heartfelt souls to surrender.

Sweet smell of golden wheat fields, ingrained memories to cease blowing, 
    ...

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Icy snow Icy snow,
I know we both glow.
All around wind blow,
Blessings of god, all the time flow!!

Ice and spice,
He rebelled the precious words thrice.
In the soul of Your's my love lies,
You are the enchanting persona,...

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A Dedication to Leanne, my beloved wife. 

Beyond Belief

Harken,
Heed these words,
They are more than mere sounds,
Trumpeting make-belief ideas,
They will be as rain and sunlight,
To a wilting flower,
Love will heal you,
Beyond all beliefs. 


Words that sound...

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linda-----listen to Leonard Cohen any song on youtube.....puhhhhhh  leasssssse      
he'll make you feel as inadaaquate as he does me, betcha....i cannot listen to his 
words early  because i...

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Synergy 
feels Earth is flat
two-dimensional
monolinear to me

While my life time line
inevitably moves from original eternity
through magical recreation effects
from empty cause
toward monotheistic EarthBright
completion light
exhaustion
caused and effected back again
into entropic dualdark chaos

By way of enlightening
and empowering bicameral...

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Fatal graveyard friendship

On the last day of my human life, I was sitting on a tomb in a cemetery, in an incredible garden of death
(In an outer district of the city.)
Just sitting, nothing special. Meditation,...

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The Time of the Summer Solstice
 
Drums pulsing solemnly presage the break of dawn,
bonfires ablaze dot this auspicious June morn.
On the shores of Albion, Druid priests converge,
as Earth, Sea, and Sky do mystically merge.
 
A...

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Little Susie was everyone's favorite. She usually caused people to smile;
Like bouquets received from yesterday, traveling on mauve, Memory Aisle.

Susie Partridge was loved by all, since she was indeed sugar and spice;
Like honeycomb riches of...

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