I was one of the cool set,
navy blue duffle coat, scarf around
my neck, seated at a table
in Pepe's Coffee Lounge
discussing Baudelaire
and T.S. Eliot and the demise
of the political elites.
The conscription ballot hung
over our heads helmeted
in a flowering of uncombed hair
in the winter of 1966.
We thought the world was about
to tip, that the old regime
was coughing its last
on Craven A and Camel cigarettes.
Booze was cheap and jobs
chased us down the street.
In a hundred buried silos,
annihilation was just a push
of a button away.
We partied hard beneath
the threat of that mushroom cloud.
We're old now, sit under the cloud
of our own thoughts, replaying
scratchy, worn out tracks
retrieved from the sleeves
of our neural LP's.
What we tore down back then
has been replaced with more
sinister demons that eat away
at the collective soul.
In the end, everything
is just reabsorbed.
Some of us still frequent
coffee shops and discuss
Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot,
still write poetry,
shed a tear
at the melancholic beauty
of a setting sun.
Categories:
reabsorbed, nostalgia, social, sunset, time,
Form: Free verse
Faithful relationships
with Earth and me,
of we within Earth's natural body
of work and play,
silence and voices,
hunger and thirsty choices,
Right Enlightenment connection
often reflected Transcendentally,
light of healthy humane nature
to co-arise within immanent
pulsing
sappy
sexual
sensory
predators co-gravitating
prey within
Eat and be eaten.
Digest historical resonance
and become reabsorbed communion
of immanently reconnecting lights,
Transcendent from Heaven's view,
Right relationship co-inviting Earth's enspirited Nature
becoming less transcendent predator
to re-emerge more incarnate co-arising prayers.
Here to divide and separate
Now to multiply and co-relate.
Categories:
reabsorbed, earth, environment, history, integrity,
Form: Political Verse
But with a fury,
Sudden and harsh
Her loneliness seeps back in;
Reabsorbed through her cheek
that rested so tentatively upon him
Back through his chest where he had let her leave it
It turns her cheeks pale
as it settles somewhere in her lungs,
ratting around with each breath
A hollow noise
A harsh exhale, and it's out
Leaving her dizzy
The cloud of it hangs above her head
Where to put it now?
Categories:
reabsorbed, goodbye, loneliness,
Form: I do not know?
Why
Are some rocks color and pattern of a butterfly?
The answer will lie
In endless nature of the sky
The claw of three
Holding an energy orb you see
It is a structure of mesmerizing beauty
Because with this you write your own destiny
The many theories regarding universe contains the orb
Into one great theory the orb
Smaller theories will absorb
Than new theories will grow and be reabsorbed by the orb
The butterfly is beautiful and cool
To exert ultimate consciousness it is a tool
And absolute value of non existence in this module
Comes after consciousness and this continues to grow as a rule
As the butterfly transverses the aerial abyss
The endless modules of consciousness grow in their abyss
Butterfly often represents bliss
And growing spirit through expanding consciousness also is bliss
Categories:
reabsorbed, butterfly, fantasy, universe,
Form: Rhyme