I can be pissed at things
It comes and goes
I can rage at the lie
I scream 😱
I cry 😭
I laugh 😂
I shout with joy
I wonder why
But then the sky opens
And my mother says
This is the best I could do
Forgive me
I love you
Category: poetry
ICECREAM
I heard a wise sheriff say today, I want to make this a PARADE, not a PROTEST!
There is yet one good person around and thus we are all given the benefit of the doubt.
I feel the same way as he does…YES!
Let’s celebrate our lives!
Not follow lies.
Trump doesn’t represent us.
We love each other, we want the best for each other, we love nature and we feel a deep desire to be One and also to be known and respected as persons.
We all just want our best lives here now minus the anger and fear.
This morning, watching the riots, I saw children marching instead and they were all laughing. I walked up to one and asked why are you marching and he said, ICECREAM!
The riots are complete lies. Personal rights are misunderstandings.
Everything is a sign of this.
Then Seneca wrote me a letter, https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Moral_letters_to_Lucilius/Letter_16
Every moment, pointing here…
“You must persevere, must develop new strength by continuous study, until that which is only a good inclination becomes a good settled purpose. 2. Hence you no longer need to come to me with much talk and protestations; I know that you have made great progress. I understand the feelings which prompt your words; they are not feigned or specious words.”
“How can philosophy help me, if Fate exists? Of what avail is philosophy, if God rules the universe? Of what avail is it, if Chance governs everything? For not only is it impossible to change things that are determined, but it is also impossible to plan beforehand against what is undetermined; either God has forestalled my plans, and decided what I am to do, or else Fortune gives no free play to my plans.”
It doesn’t matter if God, Fate or Chance is rolling all this out.
“Whether the truth, Lucilius, lies in one or in all of these views, we must be philosophers; whether Fate binds us down by an inexorable law, or whether God as arbiter of the universe has arranged everything, or whether Chance drives and tosses human affairs without method, philosophy ought to be our defence.”
“There is no reason why you should put confidence in yourself too quickly and readily. Examine yourself; scrutinize and observe yourself in divers ways; but mark, before all else, whether it is in philosophy or merely in life itself[1] that you have made progress. 3. Philosophy is no trick to catch the public; it is not devised for show. It is a matter, not of words, but of facts. It is not pursued in order that the day may yield some amusement before it is spent, or that our leisure may be relieved of a tedium that irks us. It moulds and constructs the soul; it orders our life, guides our conduct, shows us what we should do and what we should leave undone; it sits at the helm and directs our course as we waver amid uncertainties. Without it, no one can live fearlessly or in peace of mind. Countless things that happen every hour call for advice; and such advice is to be sought in philosophy.“
We let philosophy hold the wheel.
“She will encourage us to submit to God with cheerfulness and to Fortune with defiance; she will show you how to follow God and bear what chance may send you.”
Seneca advises to not let the spiritual enthusiasm cool off or fall away.
He says now that you have it, keep a hold on it and put it on firm footing, so that what is at present an enthusiasm may become a settled spiritual disposition.
So it goes, even smelly goats learn self integrity is the most valuable substance in creation come hell or high water.
What are you gonna do when alone with the alone?
How will you act?
How will you know what to do when it is only you?
Others have been generous with me and I pass that on joyfully. Kindness has taken hold of me. This is the best way to be. To freely give and receive. But there is a balance between loving fool and deadly bastard, we must draw from both aspects.
Natural desires are limited, but falsity has no point of termination.The false has no limits. The road must have an end or one wanders in falseness forever.
What wisdom humanity has realized, and haven’t we asked the questions we do today yesterday so much more clearly it seems to me. Seneca is a human being and his account of life is true wisdom, practical knowledge, the greatest stuff really. I love Seneca as another Father. When I read him, he sets me straight and is a clear mirror.
It is like the Tarot how I find this letter. This letter was written to me across time. That creates a wormhole. Space collapses between us. The universe sees me struggling and in it comes to set me straight.
Who guides my steps indeed.
“But it is not my purpose now to be led into a discussion as to what is within our own control, – if foreknowledge is supreme, or if a chain of fated events drags us along in its clutches, or if the sudden and the unexpected play the tyrant over us; I return now to my warning and my exhortation, that you should not allow the impulse of your spirit to weaken and grow cold. Hold fast to it and establish it firmly, in order that what is now impulse may become a habit of the mind.“
“Recall your steps, therefore, from idle things, and when you would know whether that which you seek is based upon a natural or upon a misleading desire, consider whether it can stop at any definite point. If you find, after having travelled far, that there is a more distant goal always in view, you may be sure that this condition is contrary to nature.“
My deepest voice says to me…you must never believe anyone else can help you.
Damn, so it’s like that.
And so it is, but I suspect still, this all is for our best.
I have found my Fathers, now I must know my Mothers.
Straight on.
the poet drinks by moonlight
with the grey ghosts
with red eyes
until he pukes
he spits and cusses
at the birds
he pisses anywhere
he feels to leak
he kicks down doors
seeking the face of his god
denying his existence
with venomous word
and dead thought
he shoots for the stars
anywhere he can find a vein
he wastes away
in a green haze
you seen god
he’s the flasher
on the corner
the priest who is waiting
the killer stalking prey
the deer shot in the heart
what fool would
chase his own ass
the donkey wants
the carrot
not until he stops
does it swing his way
then a bus hits him
one day the poetic bum
fell down hard
laying there in the grass
a child sang a song
a flower bloomed
dogs barked
and for once
the poet truly saw
through bloodshot eyes
and a bitchin headache
how much he hated life
how much he hated that song
when would it all stop
this is the best it gets
the way is no way
when you try to leave
you always arrive again
the poet drinks by moonlight
and always ends up where
he last felt his heart beat
in between
flower petal falls
water feels the earth
rain falls on ocean
Kinetoscope
I like to flow and grapple
And turn things inside out
The great secret can finally be told
Only the bold will know
There isn’t any truth one can hold
It’s best to just keep things above board
Life and death require no explanation
Only our participation
They often cause airy consternation
No need to see behind the curtain
Knowing the way doesn’t
Ensure one will win their game
Not one serious moment
So we play the game
No longer seeking higher ground
Here is just fine
Twiddling my thumbs
Projecting space and time
Turning on a dime
I am not alone
When you finally awake
You don’t remember a damn thing
Until the next time you play
The game between all games
Moonlight Shining
The Coyote howls to the moon
Moonlight shining down
Paradise we have found
Dancing Coyote
Waiting for the Blue Bus
Where are you taking us driver
Taking the Coyote to Dance with a Star
💫
Galileo Galilei
I worked it out, then I ate the pages I wrote it on and I seem to have forgotten it all.
It seems I always held my self by the hand. I saw it as a child. The child I forgot. I thought it spun around me, but like Galileo Galilei, I found my self spinning around the central sun.
But then the walls melted and I could no longer hide inside my garden. I was carried out into the deep wood filled with 👀s by 🧚♀️s I was driven to the top of a cold mountain 🏔 where I met an old man who just muttered about 🦋s and 💐s and then I met a 👧 and we found some 🐕s and 🐠s and live happy on the edge of being filled with 🌺s.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/1561_celestial_phenomenon_over_Nuremberg
Straight Spinner
Spinning round
The central pole
Where we stop
No one knows
Should we slow
Or should we
Go Go Go
Straight On
”Look down at me and you see a fool
Look up at me and you see a god
Look straight at me and you see yourself”
