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Category: Transcendence

  • Are you sure?

    I love the truth. I have no idea what it is other than the feeling I get in my depth when I hear it or see it   Actually there is one way to know it, beyond feeling If it leads to further questions, it is the truth. And, at my best, the truth is…

  • Inventing Joy

    I woke up to joy today But I didn’t know it was there Mostly I was tired Mostly I didn’t care. But mostly’s not everything its only 95%. The other little piece is where my money’s spent. This is what I want to build this small and potent 5% I’m finished willing it to happen…

  • Fatherhood: Carrying Fire in the Darkness

    Who knows the tremondosity of a young boys’ fear? I do. I do. I do. Little body, waif like knees – askance in the darkness New fingers rubbing tired eyes, alone, having given up Waiting beyond hope, to be rescued and taken in. I fly from my bed, beyond my shape and sedentary style I…

  • Hatred :)

    There’s really no point in hating yourself. It quite a waste of time. Other than pretending that you’re strong It’s best you change your mind. And so I’ll take my own advice For once, and only for a time… But that’s enough to set me free to ponder such a rhyme. Normally I’d be All-In…

  • Anger

    Sometimes…most times It brings me back. And I know enough, now, 22 years later… That it’s OK. That familiar, gleeful burn That “let’s fucking get it going” That “Oh it feels good to be back” I strut Internally And swing the shoulders of my pomp. When I am like this, it’s all I know, It’s…

  • The Muse

    Whether pen or pixel, have it close The muse moves swiftly as a ghost Unencumbered by thought or meaning Or time or place or convenient leaning The muse won’t wait, she’s an impulsive girl She saunters in and lights the world And I’ll scramble like a love struck boy All elbows and jostle, to record…

  • The Greatest of all, The Journey

    Heads whip, there’s so much to take in. Eyes wide, I cannot miss anything. Plains and caves and oceans and secret paths and hidden clearings in deep woods. Fully carved water routes through fields, invisible, impossible with cliffs for ants and Mississippi like for the waterbug. Monuments and islands carved by people and time, both…

  • Heads out of Asses?

    At every turn I have failed to realize there is a turn, there is a street to be on, a turn to make. I have assumed the structure is for me.

  • The Final Frontier Veneer

    Becoming aware of myself Is much harder than I thought. The layer that recognizes the layer That recognizes the layer… I am the recognizer And the recognized. But mostly, and this is real progress, I’m like space.

  • Birds on a Wire

    My ideas, again, flown Like birds on a wire. They sit for a moment Usually until I disturb them with a look And then, alas…they alight One great cloud of inseparable beauty That I can never touch or examine But only relish that I was there for the alighting And disappearance. And that I am…

  • Do Something Hard

    The doldrums come fast But with a motor boat it doesn’t matter Of course, that’s the problem. I’m a sailor on a motorboat How did I get on this motorboat? Well it’s been a long time. A long, long time. And I have preferred fumes And power. And have forgotten That it’s the winds that…