Give It Up and Away

All that struggle to be...

a job, a ritual, a somebody

perfect in body, demeanor,

creator of a soul that the

world would like to see.

It wasn't me.

Hard-wired as a program

of who I was, a computerized person

just seeking some love.

Failure to please, lost in a dream,

life as a lesson can get pretty mean

when your life is a judgement

from a televised screen.

Nothing makes sense, as a

far fetched farce, so I tuned out

and gave up, and fessed up my worth.

It was divine.

There is nothing to do, but accept

who I Am... there is nothing to prove

in this flash of life's pan.

The heat is on, then a cold wind follows.

My days are spent watching

the flight plans of swallows.

So what?

There are lonely days, and isolation,

there are hours spent on meditation

but joy and acceptance have taken over

the thoughts of past concerns...

well they're certainly over.

I gave up.

No struggles, no hurries, no strivings

or worries. Just a joy for the moment

that comes in succession, grateful and

mindful, of a loving concession.

I smile.

If there is one little thing that I'm mindful

to do... it's to be kind and compassionate

in all that I do. I forgave my self for being...

and the rest of the world too.

Lighten up... is what I am able to do.

Brave Soul

You came here through that glorious tunnel of birth
with a goal in mind and all the encouragement
that the heavens could instill.

You chose the circumstances, the family, the plot
that would give you opportunity to make the changes
that the world was waiting for... you planned on change
based on love, and set your sights to sail from childhood.

You were loved when helpless, but slowly it was pulled
away when you could not make those around you aware.
You were disciplined and brainwashed to think a certain way,
to act in accordance with what was wrong from the get-go.
Your word was No and was not to be tolerated. But you forged ahead and did the best you could. It was harder than you imagined.
It was war on your intention and gentle being. Love had a cost.

Your plan was thwarted, stolen from under you like so many others who came to make a difference.
You banded together with others in frustration and decided
to play the game of the world as it is... and your power got lost.

Now look in the mirror at those sad searching eyes... go look deeply.
Your heart is still beating and there is plenty of time to go back
and remember. Can you be still enough to clear that programmed chatter of unimportant thought and will the remembrance?

See that little light in your pupils... wipe your tears, it never left you from your birth.
It is your divinity, your spark of life that remembers your plan.
Deep cleansing breath... love that face that has endured so much pain, hug yourself and be thankful that you still matter.

The world will be changed in the twinkling of an eye... it is just waiting for your own recognition of Love.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star... light the Universe with who you are.

Revolution

Stand up for something
like the world you are seeing
you are matter, you matter
lighten up in u being.

Enemy cleansing
enema cleaning
my enigma lies
leaning (sigh)
is meme signal ceasing?

Words have a play
hords value pay,
missing is u with
nothing to say.

Revolt, evolution
novel love potion
revel in your
potent solution!

Earthy

The sweet smell of decayed compost
raking round til the tiller cometh.
The rains are a comin sometime soon
says the shimmer stealth of the earthy worm.

Welcome here my meek and mighty friend,
why was I afraid of you and not the serpent?
If the fruit of the apple doesn't want your kind
then neither do I... Grandpa was right.

Inherit your worth... you have my vote.

Ebb Flow

White float bobber pate
and tofu feet
low crashing tide
is all I see.

Take me away
in currents sweet
I concur
from land of sea.

Bob away, bob away
distant lark
moving mountains
star of spark.

Coming out, coming in
frothy fave.
Man against sea
or child amidst wave.

Eyes on Mars

Mars glows red with a glittering eye
alone and beseeching in a moonlit sky.

Venus is busy mobilizing her kin
sick of the rhetoric and drum war sin.

No need for worry or unnecessary fear
those lovers won't part anytime this year.

Mars knows the drumbeat and the threats of war
Venus knows the enemy who has cast her lot a whore.

Both see the writing on the wall
a wink blink destiny, that is all.

Mars glows red and scared
so bright but so alone.
Venus has gone underground
to conjure up a storm...

Planes are gliding here and there
Bird conspiracies are everywhere
I sat, I saw, I knew I heard...
I can't remember a single word.

Relax sweet Mary and quietly sing,
 you need not say a single thing.

The garden grows. The garden glows.

Tickin Trickin Time

Daylight peeps and glows before
the purple beasts of the night
who are slowly mocked in orange.

Triumphant harbinger
of a lightened glower...
another lifetime
another chance
to know nowness.

Demons cower and hide...
lighten up and open blinds,
the flowers will lift lovely heads
as birds trill above the bustle
of cars wheels and commerce.

Knowing now by light of day
does not ease the darkened tempest
when cold sheets and rushing beats
are comforted by the distant ticking
and counting chime of the trickster clock.

I wait for dawn, yet again
for another chance to outsmart time.