Friday, October 31, 2014

Rain

Halloween party
And it rains 
We feel the first drops -
Unbelieving 

It's been so long 
Since water has fallen from 
The sky 
Reservoirs are 
Half down 

What will life be like 
With less water -
Already lawns 
Are left to brown -

Maybe life in south 
California 
Would become 
Not so much like 
Hollywood would 
     Have us
     Believe 
But more like
It actually is -

More like 
The Padres and 
     The Indians
Perceived -
More like 
Dust and 
Sky -
Hawks
And seagulls
Circling

Monday, October 20, 2014

Quiet

Quiet
Maybe I have finally learned 
To be 
Quiet

When they ask of me -
What I want 
-And what they want me 
     To want 
I can shrug and smilingly say 
     What - ever 
I can answer nothing 
     And then be 
Quiet 

Because 
I have learned 
They don't listen 
Anyway 

They want what they want -
They are 
Type A's 

I am only here
Because I'm here 
And 
I don't really care
Either way 

Oh yes 
I should be 
Passionate 
About it !
But 
I'm not -

Sometimes I try 
To care 
But 
I don't -

And I love this 
New way 
Of looking at things 

The lord God made us all -
So let her 
Worry about 
It

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Unintended Consequences

Getting myself 
Out on a limb again 
I always do 

It's this blogging business 
I know 
There will be 
Unintended consequences 

There always are 

Like my friend 
The NASA scientist 
Says

-And they were dealing with 
Space flight -
-And really complicated mathematical 
Things -

It boggles the mind
I can't imagine 

And even they -
With billions of dollars 
Of budgets and things 
had 
unintended consequences 

To contend 
With 

Obviously

Please
Leave me, love 
For then I would know 
What to do 
I can morn I can cry 
I can feel 
Very sorry 
For myself 
That 
I know how to do 
-had a lot 
Of practice 
With it 
Many years 
     To perfect 

But not this 
Not this patience 
This caring 
This sweetness 
How to deal 
With it 
How to 
Be good enough 
For it 
Please, please 
     Go away 
So I don't have to grow 

Don't have to know 
The true pain 
Of eventually 
Being without you 
Through death or some other circumstance 

Circumstances 
     Being what they are 
And seemingly 
Always 
Occurring 

With inexorable 
Crushing karma 

I need another 
Starbucks coffee 
Today 

     obviously. . .

The Train

What can I say 
About today 
?
These days seem to 
Run together
Like a train 

All connected to one 
Another 
But with no 
Conductor 
To tell us when 
We are leaving 
The station. 
Instead we must guess 
And wonder about the 
Departure time 
And the destination 

We are pulled 
By gravity 
Like a Diesel engine 
By time 
By fate 

What can I do 
About that 
How hard should I try 
To try 
Or should I sit back 
And sigh 
The ticket has been 
Purchased 
And we will arrive 
When we 
Arrive 

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Anybody?


Is anybody out there ?
What do u think ?
Am I wasting my time ?

But not .

Because 
I enjoy 
This -

I imagine an audience 

Someone reading 
In cyberspace 

I sometimes wish 
I knew
Who they are 
And do they tune back in ?
Or just 
     Laugh and leave 

Looking for the porn sites -
Which R a lot 
More fun 

I suppose 
I wouldn't know 
Having always been 
Too serious 
By far 

Thinking there's an answer 
For who we are 
And where 
We find ourselves 

Today



Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Calling

The talk today . . .
In church today
     -About being all we can
     -Doing all we want to
And
     Knowing
          What that is

I am inspired -
As I lay upon
     My couch -
For this is something
I Truely
Want
To
Do -

To lie
Here
Within the influence
Of
The little
Air conditioner box -
I am fulfilling
A deep and basic
Calling
A deep and inspired need
To rest awhile
And to be cool while
     Doing it


What a wonderful invention
This -
A box -
Whose sole reason
     For being
Is to produce
     Cool air.

Like that
I would like to produce
- for the people of this earth
Something Truely helpful
-Truely wonderful
It would be my gift
     To them
It would be my
     Calling
My talent
My contribution
     To the collective
I would produce
A certain cool air
A certain savoir-faire
I would
     Bring down the light
Which would help their
     Plight
Their plight of being trapped
By materialism
In material body and mind
     Boxes

This would be my
     Alchemy
My gift
Probably no one
Would ever know -
But "they" say
It does matter -
Somehow
     It clears the air
Makes people
     Less prone to fight
Makes available more
     Spiritual
Light