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Dreamtime in Dreamland

(“Dreaming Gaia”, 2020, original encaustic)

Dreamtime in Dreamland

Over the years I’ve logged a lot of time sleeping
With much of that time in dreamland.

I’ve had plenty of mundane dreams,
Years and years of them
Sometimes the dreams themselves
Even lasting for decades
And the experience is not much different
Than watching wet paint dry
Or just living a regular life one day at

Great Expectations

Everywhere I look I see the effect
Of great expectations washed up 
On the shore of reality.

I know it’s a projection,
But I see it in the faces of everyone
From young to old, happy to sad
And know it is true for them too,
Whether they have accepted it
Or are still rejecting it
Caught in arrested development 
In some stage

An atheist on his deathbed

An atheist living soul was floating above on  deathbed,
because if he touched it, he would leave this world.

He let the pain out and screamed through his dying soul.

A guy who was once drenched in every bit of gold
comes to him and says:
“I want to make a compromise with your soul and body—
I will save

With Blinders

I know lots of liberals who can’t seem to grasp
That they are in fact the fascists
Because they know they are of the Left
And fascists are of course of the Right.

These liberals I know are all smart,
Smarter than average, smarter than me,
But they are wrong about what fascism is
As they are wrong about many things.

But just

Reverse Osmosis of Life

(“Corpus Callosum”, 2017, original encaustic)

Reverse Osmosis of Life

It’s a two way street
The way reality exists
Divided into truth on one side
And illusion’s delusions the other,
And yet the most fascinating aspect
Is the membrane that exists between the two
A membrane of I don’t know what,
But which I’m sure the ancients had a name for,
Which divides, insulates and yet

What I Read

I once read about a middle ages warrior
Who was forced into a secret hide away.

With time on his hand, he observed an ant.
The ant continued his effort in scalling a wall.

The ant was carrying a grain of corn and made
Repeated attempts to climb the wall with the corn.

The ant failed 69 times in his most

In The Morning

(Lily, Lada and Pema, 2025)

In The Morning

In the morning I sit
Coffee cup in hand
Dogs nestled in on either side
Feeling like a bump on a log
With no desire to do anything
To disturb the peace of the moment.

Inside my thoughts are a gentle cascade
All the dream images of the night before
Like pieces of several different puzzles
Jumbled all

An All Night Rain

An all-night rain: the smell
of sogged-down leaves and woods
stirs up feral urges: to tramp
the wetness like a snouted creature,
kicking up dead leaves, poking
deep for squirming things, sniffing
earthy scents for spongy roots,
gulping down mushrooms
with black grit, the bristly haired
skin taut and wet, until the belly
bloats and sags, generating heat
like a boiling cauldron.

Telling my Friend about the Sky

Restless clouds hide
the sun and stars
as I drive alone.
A voice on the radio
asks what is important
now. My bones ache
and I embrace my dreams
as clouds pass overhead.
The voice talks about visions
of children as their lives lie
ahead, but I am older. 
The tires on my car sing 
as I embrace the moment,
but memories find their way
back to

Change

I don't remember the date,
But I remember the season.

There was no great quake.
There was no visible pain.

But deep inside of me,
There was a great change;

Not from alcohol; nor from drugs.
I had not hit rock bottom,

But while still a 14 year old,
There was a change in my soul.

The trajectory of my life, like
A friegth train, switched

TDS

America is divided between lovers and haters;
Those that love her and those that hate Trump.
But the thing about both love and hate
Is it often says more about the one doing it
Than the one receiving it.

Trump gets called a racist, sexist, anti-Semite
While having a long history of close and supportive
Personal and profession relationships
With people who are

The B Side Man

I was cut in the studio after the hit had dried its sleeve—
a shadow-track pressed in wax
buried under the melody that crowned them kings
I came with the needle's sigh,
not for applause,
but for the noise you never chose.

The A-side spun through summer air—
windows down, girls laughing loud
boys riding every chorus like a dare.
Me?
I cracked my voice

What was his problem??

What was his problem?
He never did anything below the belt in this world.

What was his problem?
He never looked at a girl with the wrong sense of commitment.

What was his problem?
Looking at every possible thing in life
and trying to enjoy it,
even when he was suffering deep inside.

What was his problem?
When he was told he should be

EVIL IS THE DEVIL

The devil is afraid 
I told him to show his face
He's steadily hiding in dark
Plotting evil 
Taking me unaware, he's a coward 

If he can't get to me
He comes through 
Those are  close to me 
I use discernment 
So I don't hurt those that are prey to him.

His words are so soothing 
But his

ANALYSING

We don't know where we're going to 
"Heaven or hell"
But we know where we're coming from 
We know our roots, our very foundation 
We don't know what the future holds for us
But we're not the substance of our circumstances.

We don't know how long
But we know it is certain 
Because change occurs anytime 
It's not very

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