stupid?
Just because they see it on TV,
do they rush out and buy, needed or not?
"Hey honey look what I bought,
advertised last night on TV
on sale at half price!"
"A snow blower? Have you lost you mind,
or did you forget one tiny detail?"
"No, I don't think so, what?"
"Let me refresh that so-called brain of yours,
we've lived in a condo for the last ten years
and the last time we had snow
was in 1965!"
Some are that impulsive and thoughtless
but the economy being what it is
crass consumerism is becoming
more a matter of eyes than arms!
But as long as there's commercial TV
there will be dumb ads to fool the fools
to buy what they don't need
with money they don't have.
Visions
Fear not!
behold the seeds of visions
encrusted in night light
wandering wondering.
Hold them aloft
to the light of dawn remembering:
conceive new life.
In infinite particles.
as energy streaming from a blazing sun,
plant them boldly
in the garden of your thoughts,
there to sprout freely,
to blossom unhindered.
Grace
When you lose your magic wand,
your power to change the world;
when you’ve been buffeted about
by the storms of harsh experience;
when filled with darkness,
and beaten down by despair,
call upon Spirit in your sorrow;
believe in infinite grace.
And by pure thoughts bidden,
she will come at your call;
she will stand at your side
until the morning light.
She may not walk with you
wherever you go in man’s world,
but when you look around
you’ll see the world differently.
The Woman In The Park
Sunny Sunday morning
and I noticed her again,
the woman in the park
sitting quietly near a shrub
among the waving daffodils.
Quiet she may have been
but the gaze that met mine
said so many things.
I first saw sorrow
but it was not for herself
for I saw compassion
when she looked over the city;
then I saw wonder
at the beauty that surrounded her;
I saw amusement
in a pair of clumsy ducklings
waddling through the grass;
I saw laughter
when a child handed her a flower
and finally, I saw love
when I offered her my hand.
Evening
As shadows lengthen
upon the ground,
and distant suns
begin to sparkle,
I feel at peace
letting the day
fade out to memories
not regretting
a single piece
of daytime spent.
Chaos
Let the chaos rage on!
Let it destroy everything treasured
in money and power's worth!
Let governments crumble;
let bank vaults spring open wide
in an earthquake of shattering change!
Why be afraid of change
caused by the awakening of spirit
set free from an age-old prison?
If I must send love, love I send!
If compassion, compassion I give!
to heal all caught in the web of pain
caused by stagnancy and despair!
Let those who judge me, judge,
if I seem to lack concern for a system
that has used earth and her children
as slaves and victims of its hunger:
why protect the exposed murderer?
If, fearless, you can see beyond the chaos,
you have already begun to change!
Soon understanding will return,
spreading to all the people of earth
dreaming of a new world.
Angel Anger
I remember when we first met
When we first meant something
In the world together.
Angel you called me.
My angel, my beautiful, simple angel
And your arm curled warmly
Around my slim waist.
Your lips found my smile and ate it.
I wondered under a small cloud:
Would you get tired of simple me
When my pretty became boring?
But the love was good, the bed warm.
We walked more miles together
(until)
I became slow, stupid and boring.
I became a leech ruining your life.
Now you abuse me, suppress me,
You crush my dreams, suck my life,
(but)
I’m the angel you crowned,
Danced with, loved, married.
Deny me, yes: it changes nought.
I’m still your angel, but of changed mien:
Angry, avenging, terrible.
Yesterday I was the angel of love,
Tonight, I’m the angel of terror
Responding to your choices.
A Life Is Freed
Gentle light filters through
steel bars enclose an empty room
I look out and try to reach
the sky's deep blissful blue:
is that where my long-time companion
now flies free?
will I ever see him again,
in some other reality
far from this lonely place?
'Tis said some birds
cannot be caged:
their feathers lose their colours;
their songs the echo of the wilderness
and by degree they die.
How then should a human life,
knowing its time has come
be set free of the body
to join the boundless light
of Eternity's spring?
Though I rejoice in his freedom
and I knew it had to be thus...
how drab, how cold and empty
is this place his presence sanctified.
Before the Owl Calls my Name
[Explaining the title: According to the Kwakiutl people of the British Columbia coast
(Canada) if you hear an owl call your name, your death is imminent.]
The night fills me with its seductive darkness
A moon’s halo slides through thin clouds
All is silent, as silent as the deep of space
And I lie here in the back seat of your car,
Your big old Buick of romantic days gone by
But we are young yet, or almost young
And all that matters now is that you are here
Naked against my own throbbing nakedness
My heart beating in the moment’s madness
Orgasm and death blending so well together.
Hold me and press your maleness into me
But don’t just make love to me, I want more
possess me beyond my dreaming
Devour my longing, my hopeless desire
Eat my flesh
Leave nothing of what I once called me
But the lingering scent of your moaned pleasure
When my body turns itself inside out
To give you all my life in one thrust
Do this to me, do this for me
Before the owl calls my name
And tells me I wil
l not see another sunrise.
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