The light is on so now dance!
No more living life in a nanby-pamby trance.
You’re eighteen now boy no more.
Man now you are, forget all those ‘lessons’ from before.
Men are men and know the score.
They’re there for you take galore!
Stand up straight and be a lad!
Pints and shots must now be had!
The wild in you now must be fed.
Then tamed your wild will be until you’re dead!
The world is cold, the world is weird.
You’re nothing until you’ve bed a score or more and proved your ‘hood’!
So this is what it is to be?
Remember success is who you know not who you be!
The loner types think too much and try to feel.
They look at life and try to find the quiet deal.
A thoughtful appreciation is frowned upon. Stag nights and strippers in Marbella is where you belong?
Walk your path, find your way.
If materialistic proof and money is your ‘hey’. I’m sure that life will treat your days and years in this superficial, unreflective, simplistic way.
Categories:
unreflective, absence, age, appreciation, character,
Form: Free verse
An unreflective bodhisattva
nods to the unwashed dishes.
Once again I seek a daily liberation
from a chore long boondoggled.
Next a phlegmy mantra
gummed through spongy lips.
I sleep, I wake. I sleep, I wake.
The mug is perfunctorily rinsed,
I am aware of not being aware.
Sweetness comes in pink packets.
The sacraments are torn open
two at a time with habitual practice.
The ceremony proceeds.
The percolator bubbles a last breath.
Maya burps its body-dreams,
I pour black oozing bliss
into my cup
where it settles like mud
beneath
a lotus bloom of aroma.
Categories:
unreflective, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A day’s routine so easily holds me captive.
I confess to mindless, museless departures,
Brainless unpoetic habits so unreflective,
That I cannot dwell in momentary textures.
But January ripens oranges on my neighbor’s tree,
Marking spring’s beginning in California.
Midwestern groomed; such play awakens me.
Fat, lush oranges tumble all over the area.
Bold bright balls, they must be painted,
Landing in my drive, my car mashes them.
With this mortal crush, I breach life sacred.
Yet, once I eat one, it’s no longer a problem.
Tree of oranges brings fruit reviving passion.
Luscious harvest renewal of vibrant conception.
Categories:
unreflective, fruit, january, muse, passion,
Form: Sonnet
It is harder
for monoculturally divisive,
win/lose tolerant,
apartheid theological communities
and un-ecological,
ahistorical,
unreflective bad faith
denialistic
dualistic
partisan parties
to interfaith non-communication
non-solidarity
non-cooperative co-investment
to merely survive
Than it is
for empowering healthy democratic communities
to enlighten wealthy cooperatively multicultural economies,
And, thereby,
to win/win compassionately communicate
rooted in sharing personal natural/spiritual bilateral consciousness
of sensory experience
eco-political practice
psycho-neurological discipline
Of health and good-faith safe systems
evolving out of multi-orthodox
extra-tradition changing win/win climaxing
and then ebbing sensations
living and dying,
yanging and deeply yintegral;
Than it is to thrive
as one community's humane EarthTribe,
indigenously nature/spirited
for health optimizing
eco-theological
cooperative win/win
multiculturing goodfaith
health care giving and receiving
Communion networks
of interdependent
eco-politically developing
evolving
revolving
changing
creolizing
wealthy faith communities.
Categories:
unreflective, caregiving, faith, health, integrity,
Form: Political Verse
An unreflective Bodhisattva
nods to the unwashed dishes.
Once again I seek my morning
liberation by ways of a dark libation
Next a phlegmy mantra
gummed through spongy lips.
“I sleep, I wake. I sleep, I wake”
The mug is perfunctorily rinsed,
the stains of past desires
ring the rim like hungry ghosts.
I am aware of not being aware.
Ipso facto: I am aware,
but only in the cracks
between random thoughts.
Sweetness comes in pink packets.
The sacraments are torn open
two at a time with habitual practice.
A Zen-like work,
by rote and thought-free.
The percolator bubbles a last breath.
Like the Tathagata, I am truly gone.
An arm pours black oozing bliss
Into my mug.
A beatific smile
escapes from grungy features.
Categories:
unreflective, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Come Back 2 God
VBS 2003
A Right Seed Sown,
Not Time,
Changes A Child's Boundaries.
By: Tom Wright
6/26/03
How oft is sacrificed the life of a child,
by unreflective boundaries or a belief.
Ensconced daily with stagnant thoughts,
many, absent of God's word for relief.
They're unwitting hostages of grating words,
and boundaries, voiced by others in haste.
Their lives often relegated to playgrounds,
where fertile minds become as vegetated waste.
Until appears that one with genuine concern,
sharing the word through story and game.
Given alternatives, children can change,
by messaging their hearts of Jesus' name.
The fields are white already to harvest*
and laborers few who tend this fruitful sod.
As basketed fruit, gathered unto life eternal,
are yon who choose to "Come Back 2 God"
John 4 - 35 KJV
Categories:
unreflective, bible, children, god,
Form: Lyric
Like a vampire in a hall of mirrors,
She lacks reflection, so finds no escape.
She stands alone, surrounded by her fears
In an endlessly repeating landscape.
She’s lost without an outside reference.
She’s the living dead whose life is murder.
She bows to hopelessness with deference,
and won’t accept the help that’s offered her.
All those who love her best she hates the most.
She takes their sustenance, but no advice,
till they become weary of playing host,
because their support can never suffice.
Eternal victim, all she’ll do is grouse.
She finds no joy in her darkened funhouse.
Categories:
unreflective, allegory, depression,
Form: Sonnet
Maybe it was the way her lips pouted so -
Full, inviting beneath vacant eyes;
Perhaps it was the leonine way she strolled,
Like a beast without mind,
All power, proud but unreflective.
More likely, though, it was the dress,
That jungle-green velvet that rode her
Tight and high like a desperate caress
Revealing much more than nakedness would"ve
The dress, that held her, reflecting cool light
From video machines
Giving off waves of visceral potential -
It called my eyes back, time and again,
Speaking volumes in an animal tongue
Addressed to the animal crouched within me;
The two conversed without knowledge or distraction
Holding conclave for some moments
Before she disappeared.
What they said to one another left me burning,
A willing slave to feral dreams
Days and nights thereafter.
Categories:
unreflective, animal, imagination, passion, people,
Form: Free verse