Organizing Principles

Cut Out, Throw Away, Reduce, Simplify, Reuse, Keep Clean
All along the angels watch us, ever silently
All along we take our tea with Demonoid, the Faeries, Lao Tzu
Master of Ceremonies wants no part of your foolhardiness
In each
Time
Replace symbols
With acts >
But note:
Questions unspoken can plague you
But those voiced can sometimes be even worse
The inner pipings of the mind conspire
The hopes and fears collude and diminish
REALITY takes center stage once more,
After its lengthy and interminable patience waiting in the wings
Bibliophiles care not a whit for you –
At least not yet
Your cares unpile and dissolve
Clinging ever to the past –
Until these days of your era near
Coming unglued from conventionality
Abandonment of college
Failure of conventionality
Like a hot mess, I am resplendent
Need for mental care forgotten
The growth by leaps and bounds –
I am Ready; I know my Direction  
Never return and never recoil
End it all with peace and justice
Step forth into a New Life
Become whole and rejoice $
Ignore signs and portents and explanations
Finally, chart your own course…!

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Seen.

The lush and verdant sea of her eyes
Remain mysterious
In repose, I remain still, counting breaths
The walls dividing us no more substantial than the bits of the screen
Filtering perceptions we weather the depths of our disappointments
Our passions gone to rot and depravity
Lie still, vaporizing the last words of the others into an odorless azure mist
Breathing the mist we know power
Knowing power we vacate this desolate crossroads
Holding back we want to know things
But only with the lightest of feather brushes
The lights of the depths of the eyes rising…
Seen.
Spin
Leap
Breath with the bursting of new seeds


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We toil more for our booze

Than our passions fashions (freudian slip)

Under the burning suns

Waiting or not for the eventual reckoning of a just universe

But many know in the bone that it is not just

In spite of the truth of the non-local spirit

The univ Reality is adaptive, but not just

And sometimes injustice – is adaptive