A new bandwagon.
And by bandwagon I mean a new morphing.
Someone found me out in a big beach ball of life.
I was a champion of a past life.
And this life now is as charming as squid-glue.
Don’t know if it’s my fault or the bones buried a few graveyards ago.
While I work the graveyard shift a few decades gone.
I wonder if she was some scientist before I was destined-
Nah, I don’t get destined.
I just get myself up early to bless myself and a gravestone out there.
Rewinding the time of life, back to those golden days,
Would be like a dream come true, to relieve my phase.
Fixing my broken life, for sure!
Doing everything right, I’ll definitely ensure.
I’ll join every piece of heart I shattered,
While creating new memories, I could never gather.
I’ll try to change every word I said, I didn’t mean!
To change, the lens of sadness into love for me, that earlier was never seen.
Reminiscing those days cheer my heart,
Every moment I lived, I thought would never keep us apart.
Until the day I cried…
For losing those memories, allowing them to get dried.
Here I am thinking of those days…
As the night passes, my every hope fades.
(“Original Mind”, 2017, original encaustic mixed media)
In a dream I wander,
Doing some assigned task
Dutifully
Somehow I’m face to face
With a Buddha
Who tells me my past life name
Of Pema So and So
Which inexplicably fills me with joy
Then I’m with a small group of fellows
Preparing to receive empowerment
With three full prostrations
And my old lama
As clear as day,
Confronts me face to face
Asking what I am doing there
To which I simply say
I ended up here
After doing my chores
Removing ice and snow
And in that moment filled
To overflowing
With recognition of my true identity
I beam
As he simply shrugs and nods
And I awake.
(5/5/26)
Time is pain
Time is pain, a stream of tears
Time is love, my life a desert love
Love, shadow, cruel instinct, down
Why? Why need love? Dry desire
It’s not a home, fleeting rainbow
Hmm, where are my years? Limited
No angel in my life, but the Satan
Love, far, I am saved, Hell gives time
Demonic love. Emptiness, can’t find
Emptiness. Can’t find. This life is ashes
I can’t find love here, nor in hell’s life
This life is a daily grind. Dust. Pot hole
In the deep, deep glittering dark, mine
Unloved pure desire, your crystal
Just a broken wine glass, red, dry
Dirty, passed time, the memories
Just drink. Thinking. About a heart
Tail. A shimmer beyond misty dazzle
Why must I live this?
Suffering from darks
All
One
Needed
The
One
Time
Want to be
Alone
No one
Time
Pain
Past
One
He meowed once, lost his jersey “r,”
“La-guad-ee-ah,” says; so far
from normal and his, “house shoes.”
It’s “slippers,” past life breakthroughs.
The bizarre O language of love, thus far.
Torn Soul
Remembering so many people from the past
Where is she? Where is he? Where are they?
I can’t recognise. Oh, many of them have passed
Ladies, men. From my life, from my time. From our
From ours, but we are not the soul. The soul is us
Together, all together. We are inside, Passed are far
Outside of our souls, why are they so far? I miss them
All of them. Altogether. But the memories are lives
In my mind and heart. I imagine them. We live together
I am sick. Does the past exist?
“Yes, I exist, I live in your life”, answered Past
“Everything in your mind comes from mine”, continued Past
“And I want to live, I live, I am immortal, in your mind”, said Past
Yes, the broken time
The broken Soul and souls
Again, happy and whole
In the mind of the past
Please
Kill me
I want
To be
Your
Past
Kill me
Kill
Just
Kill
My
life
For
The
Past
I Will Always Remember You
Always, your age and memory will stay here
Age, that, what you mean, the unknown time
Of years. Those years. I can’t see. I didn’t see
Age, years, that you mean. That your age means…
Beautiful young missed age. Hmm. No chance.
Far your way. Remember you, someone. Else
Far. From far. From the erosion of my earthly life
You are in my heart. You are in a crystal frame
In your church. In a dark heart. Remembering love
Beautiful your light
Hmm. Beautiful love
Give me, please
Give me your light
From your side
Frome otherside
Be my guardian angel
Loving you, a guy
Was scoolmate
In the past
Another World Sees
It is good to live together two lives
Two lives are one, and one is two
The gate is open in the cemetery
Mirror life, patinated monochrome
The other side, without putrefaction
Calling now the gate, step is time
Runs the past life, comes silver kind
This life is cold but cool clear life
Feel and live in the dead cleared
past. Yes, the alien world chose us
Change time, change the past lives
Into the new cool atmosphere’s life
Here is the time
To go to a new life
Gate is open
Enter
This is the new life
I am magnetized
Always remember
the past, the past, you live far, you will live far, from the past
Expanding time unfortunately linear, turn back and see your life
See your life, watch your life, find your life, mine is in your heart
Always remember
the past, the past, calling you, following you, forming you the past
That time has passed away, turn back and see the possibility of life
Choose one, love the life, build your life, and create lives, from the past
Just remember
Always remember
Always remember
Always remember
Trapped in my mind where I become we
So much existence present, each one are me
Will not Converse nor consult with my spirit's mural I see
My spirit doesn't seem to react to my plea
In here is a completely new world, real as can be
Entities everywhere, all kinds, visually a tree
My demands for these people are as strong as the sea
I get so much resistance, like I don't have the key
It's not schizophrenia is my belief
This pondering prison now brings relief
Opened eyes
reminiscing of the life
That must have been
Centuries ago
royal courts & palaces
Science literature & art
virtue & honour
Filled with glory
A regal life
Back to present
Found a new lease
With a realisation
The calling of this life
I lived on Gray Street when I was a boy
and rode my bike up hither ‘n yon.
Now my home is a concrete parking lot
and all its spirits ‘n souls are gone
I sang at Greyfriars church as a child
and learnt all about moth ‘n rust.
I learnt nothing is permanent or fixed
and it too fell into rubble ‘n dust
I jumped ‘n danced at the Country Club
when fete ‘n revelry came to town.
Music played all night in the dance hall
but its colonial past was torn down
I worked at the old store on Broadway
inside its chain doors ‘n iron cage.
But now it sits a vacant lot condemned
to history lost to a demolition age
I loitered ‘n limed at the Pelican Inn
in my rum diary in younger days.
Up on Coblentz Avenue from its ruins
the inn that stood has been razed
I remember in my grandfather’s house
when voices did echo every room.
Now strangers walk among the dead
and feels more like a family tomb
I feel the reverberation of spirit ‘n soul
that these forsaken places outlast.
But I have watched life ‘n time erase
the bricks ‘n mortar of my past
Written: July 2025
Feeling the sun on my face
Feeling free with music up in the trees
I hear you call my name and it becomes a race
Knowing I can no longer be at ease
Hoping you don’t read between the lines
Pretending it's easy to go on
Back to the house I’m usually confined
How to continue when all my lifelines are gone
I didn’t know much worse it would get
I wish I could have warned you
But now to tell you he is not a threat
I get to say you made it through
Younger self, she will hold you snug
With your personality larger-than-life whittled away with a knife
You deserved so much more, may I suggest a hug?
There I knelt and waved to her and walked away from that past life.
Walk in the future
Being in the past, living in the past, where is the past?
There is no past, camphor is the past; changed all life
Sure? Who writes these words are the same, single life
So many paths, and roads, where are the beginning, and end?
There is no first step, no last step, and an endless walk of life
Walker life, but nom from Texas, from one point and everywhere
The one point is all the world, billions of billions of existing lives
No past, no present, no future, just walk, following us the time
Our always passing life, all the time, walk, walk, walk, end to end
Walk
as is now fashionable
I visited a spiritual medium
it was all to satisfy my curiosity
and relive me from my life’s tedium
entering lucid trance in the vast void
instantly my soul guide appeared
he held my hand and assured
there’s nothing to be feared
in a gentle voice he spoke
body dies but the soul lives on
souls reincarnate time and again
once love’s imbibed our ego is shorn
he then took me into past lives I lived
genders and nationalities rotated
each touch felt was displayed
soul seeking to be liberated
I saw my beliefs were fickle
depending on culture born into
yet in each life my heart sparkled
feeling rhythm of God’s breath renew
I exited the session feeling much wiser
knowing God as pure love and light
He wants us to become as He
heightening bliss delight
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