may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!

Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Retro Info Redux
thom woodruff 9:13 AM (51 minutes ago) to JackMcCabe Moon, June, Tune Sep8

I’ve been writing a long time. I used to type up original scripts for “The Man From U.N.C.L.E.” on my portable Royal typewriter. There are a number of giveaways in the previous sentence showing how long ago that was. Over the intervening years, I’ve written business letters, software user documentation, newspaper and magazine articles, short stories, and even a paean to Benbrook, Texas, that came close to qualifying as fiction. The one genre I’ve studiously avoided is poetry. I am not a poet. (Picture Richard Nixon striking his pose before boarding the Marine One helicopter to oblivion.) It’s true. Whenever I’ve tried, forced by optimistic English teachers who until they ran into me thought there was a poet in everyone, I failed dismally. No Robert Frost nor Paul Simon am I, nor even the guy who composed the roadside Burma Shave ditties . My poetry most closely resembles limericks and the graffiti in the ladies’ restroom at the House of Pizza in Ft. Worth. I always had a hard time understanding and interpreting poetry, too. It never said to me what it was supposed to say. A poem, supposedly a statement on the condition of humankind, to me was a commentary on fishing out of season in Bexar County. I dreaded each year when my teacher’s fancy turned to poetry. The poetry test always screwed up my average. Therefore, it was with resignation I approached last week’s meeting of the San Gabriel Writers League. Our speaker, a poet. I had to be there to take the minutes, so I couldn’t plead a 24-hour case of bubonic plague. I went, determined to make the most of it and just wait for the bell to ring—er, I mean, wait for the meeting to be over. Instead, I was blown away by Thom Woodruff, aka Spirit Thom, aka Thom World Poet, a somewhat less-than-sane Aussie who proceeded to tear down all my preconceptions about poetry and replace them with a new admiration for those who can put words together in that special way. Before I could hide behind my dignity, I was mimicking his gestures and repeating after him like a Moonie at a revival. It was fun, and more than that, I understood most of his poetry. It is cogent, clever, thought-provoking, and liberating. Thom performs his poetry. In another time, he would be the storyteller, relating tales worth remembering by firelight, holding his audience in the palm of his hand. The lucky attendees at our meeting were just as rapt, sitting with eyes wide, mouths slightly agape, laughing, gasping, and applauding. No wonder he’s also known as Thom the Circus. This wasn’t exactly my first literary rodeo. Yet I was blown away, totally, by this one man’s poetry. If you get a chance to see and hear him, drop everything, put the hamburger meat back in the fridge, and get there as fast as your little feet will go. He’s a must-see, can’t-miss fandango.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Old as fire,clear as ice,when Austin held its 2 day winter freeze we gathered @the Ruta Maya Trailer Stage in Bouldin Creek Food Court and listened to the songlines released from each skin cycle Babies in blankets held close as truth,smiled ,loved,beamed Mothers whisked them away when the cold bit sharp deep Circle formed off stage off mike ears and hearts opened as the failure of technology increased our humanity We were deeply drinking each other in-candles on table Bela's birthday and a new voice or two opening us again Because we value each of us more than gold. Because we heard secrets that had never been told Because we were warmed by each other despite the cold Paco smiled as he served HOT soup truth ,warm coffee and tea and we feasted upon a listening Paradise-every word heard and weighed-hearts and feathers,wings and swords in a circle under the stars by the fast traffic of South First we were primal and true,worthy and willing- we only went when time left us -singing!

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Saturday, April 14, 2012

Our Pope was a Young Nazi

To be American,you must swear not to support
the Nazi Government of Germany(which has long disappeared)
Right-wing ideologues may still spout racist hate speech
(Free Speech is at the core an American value)
Shouting"FIRE!"in a crowded theater
or targeting people because of their race
is sometimes(selectively) prosecuted
Israel has jailed whistle-blowers who revealed Israeli nuclear capacities
Israel has spied upon American armed forces(jailed Pollard)
Israel receives $4billion of military aid from America yearly
Israel daily threatens a first strike upon Iran
and has urged America to do this for them/and to subsidize it!
War is against our(American)interests(we cannot afford it!)
There is no gain to be made from expending our blood and treasure
on any nation-for another nation's benefit.Every body loses.
For a poet to warn about bellicose saber-rattling militarism is a Cassandra warning
For a nation to ignore poets is the way of this world
May all your cautionary verse be free...

Thursday, April 12, 2012

soft stones/pebble avalanches

Blue eyes-
Sea? Sky!



Hole in sky-

Ask not for whom
the road tolls

Old books?Literacy

Skin Flower

Wildflower highways
Seeding rainbows!

Allergic 2
chemical sunsets

Hills had a haircut-
Bald Rock !

Flat black tarmac
car strapped

Snake skin gardens
expelling Eden

Earth opens
envelope skin

Slip ashes &bones
Begin again..

towards sacred/pilgrimage

a tale was told of a Golden City
Conquistadors plundered /took home yellow fever
what is most valuable/adored

Yellow Brick Road to London/Elton John
Capitol of Commerce and Commercial Hits
He marries his love/wears a new wig/like a financial district

Da Vinci Code/Conspiracy Theories
Jesus escaped from the Apocrypha
Had a child with Mary Magdelene

Tourists click Pyramids/Olympic Games/Titanic Exhibitions
Digital Art Galleries Damien Hirst/decaying shark/diamond skull
The Sacred Sold as Holy Indulgences/ART!

Still we line up for SPECTACULARS!
Jesus,Buddha,Dalai Lama,James Cameron
Tickets sold for artifacts that will survive us

Touch the Holy!Buy your Crucifix!
Be the First One on your block to wear a Crown Of Thorns
Now you know why Socrates never wrote anything down.


In their time,both were world wonders
Both remain in vestigial splendor even now
Both were initiation chambers
Both are surrounded by corpses
Empires have risen and fallen
Museums filled with artifacts from both
Both are symbols of Babylon-
an arrogance to brag and to boast
None of their original crew still exist
Technology has yet to establish a sequel
to Titanic and Pyramids were both made by man
Did gods get jealous?Capstones removed/artifacts auctioned
Hubris of engineers/pride of construction
We may never see their like again
No modern cruise ship follows their example down
No human makes Cheops @Thebes or Karnak
Valley of the Kings still reveals new secrets
James Cameron still sells new formats
Behomeths both/symbols of lost Ages
Opulence and astronomy /aligned with the best
We will never see their like again
unless in 3D ,HG,IMAX special effects spectaculars.
Touring Exhibitions of the Grateful Dead.

On not being able to ask for help &

i did not make it here alone
i cannot stay without assistance
i am part of family ,friends-networks
that sustain via positive inputs

if i were to pretend uniqueness
my sisters would laugh because they know
my mother wants rhyming poetry
and i cannot supply her-so

i ask them for assistance
they supply the stated need
she is brave in asking
i both cede and concede

without others-there is no point nor purpose
in communicating who we are and why
this very artform demands shared audience
and you know why...

voice is choice

to chant,hum,sing,affirm,converse
repeat choruses of positive enchantments
to bring one into tribal unity/and we
are never silent

outside the shouts and screams /protests
angry @a world of wars and want
stressed out @lack of participatory engagement

inside one heart propels blood beat and pulse
courses through each/all/every
to make a rhythm that sustains us

if the inner could rule all outer
so the harmonic circles and spirals
curl like waves of joy towards light
and we might all surf sunrises
rather than sun sets...

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

calendar selves

he rips off the day from each page of the calendar
tears off the weeks and the months and the years
he thinks he is change /yet he barely remembers
who he was yesterday/who he really is

date of his birthday does not define him
year of his birth just another fact
how old he may be /what he can do
all of these are just random like that

his limits become the world around him-
how far he can walk(or run)away
if he cannot move (or find an alternative)
then for the moment /i guess he will stay

ripping out articles from daily newspapers
throwing away subscriber magazines
all that he was no longer matters
most of his life is composed of old dreams

what is sweetest of all

is adaptation to adventures-
to turn in the moment as opportunities present themselves
Travel is wearying/exciting simultaneously
as we grow elder,guided we need be-
that solo spark fire becomes a warm bed and breakfast
that hike through the hills a rest in a room
May your steps take you to bright new sparklescapes
May your eyes delight in astonishing scenes
And if the walk is too hard,may you be well rested
in the cradle of gentle sweet traveling dreams...

second hand world

luminaries flicker through front doors
sharing Tales Of Brave Adventures-
they were there in Golden Times

i listen like a microphone
to stories from another time
transport them through rhyme
witness second hand

too many wars tub thumping hate
when we need more to relate
tales of peace and harmonies
art,music,love in poetry

so this reminds our warring times
we all may live in different minds
Solutions we have yet to find
A garden we are growing in..


word is alive and well!

but it has morphed and spawned many children-
text and Tweet for newbies/Ritalin Generation/dyslexic/ADHD
HALLMARK greeting cards for the nominally emotional
Country and western for the sentimentalists
Novels for airport reading/ebooks for instant messaging
Magazine articles for leisure and dentists offices
Poetry for teardrops,loveloss,departures,fragments and moments
we share with intimates-a private/public language
that whispers to each prisoner"YOU ARE FREE!"
and this is where the door is-as it swings open(in imagination
it is not the rules or cages set us free
it is the lilt of our magic and music underneath...

as soon as your voice reaches cadence and resonance
you are alive as well!

and this is why we sing


someone you love will leave
(hole in your heart)
they are unique-no other has their history
you picture them in their shine
bright as daylight/stronger than sun
now gone.darkness comes
you wear black and grieve
it is for the hole they leave
dig them in earth -ashes/bones
you carry their picture in yours
a part of you leaves with them
best-a part of them rests in you
Here is what you do-
carry their best @all times
Picture them present ,prescient,smiling
We all have our ghosts
They all own a part of us
until we leave
or forget

Monday, April 9, 2012

selective memories

words go to war before boots on the ground
Argentina so close to tiny Malvinas-
few folk with more sheep than hope

Empires Historic vs Geography
Who owns littoral?Who owns sea?
Carbon footprints yomp across inhospitable terrain
to "recapture"freedom for a British name

Exocets,Sheffield,aluminium burning
Dumb bombs and malfunctioning weapons
1200 young conscripts on the General Belgrano
died for no reason in the Exclusion Zone

Reagan/Thatcher-alliance geriatric
American Intelligence/British weapons
Troops flown half way round the world
for ungrateful sheep herders

It could have gone either way
Malvinas could be Argentine today
Folly persists when Empires play
with human lives for no real gain

Generals send the young to graves
Empires always kill their slaves.

drones,robots,distance education

momentary fad is anomie-we
cannot afford live bait/hence robot wars
Talk to the machine/it responds
to commands like drones/cars/phones
bombing homes/women/children
Pilot Error becomes Program Malfunction-
to wipe out a village to save a village
It takes a whole village to mourn and resist
One drone can ruin your whole day
Just because you have power does not mean
You have any right to abuse it.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

for the worker in words

and the player of songs
it is less the walls that divide
than the bridges on guitars
Tuning in to the whirl
while words clouds pass
seeking rain of inspiration
life as art.Start!

Friday, April 6, 2012

Spring Green Man

A Light Rain/A Reign of Light
Spring will not be denied(i tried!
Green shoots in lines along tree bough
sends insurrections down the ranks
of waiting volunteers prepared to rise
against the reign of lawnmowers, fences, houses
Their anarchy is no surprise/the last time they died
was drought time/it lasted long and deep
the price of life was steep(we could not pay
so all our green children were all brown decay

Outside, i hear new birds gossiping/moving in
now they have green worms to live upon
Knowledge must be passed down generations
The price of ignorance is to be consumed young

Thin weeds are now triumphant pirates
bearded buccaneers swashbuckling bushes
They will not wait but rise in new revolt
at anything that limits revolution

Rain is accessory. She aids and abets.
Without water, all resistance would dry up
Love is lonely without another. All nature made of
and we were undercover white winters/now green
succulent Springs!
Thom World Poet

Picasso's period-emotional as music
Sky blue-impossible optimism/ contradicted by chemtrails/vapor trails
Sea blue-layers and levels of depths of truth
All babies' eyes are blue to begin
Theme in Blue-jazz composes us
Blue Danube-a river of Strauss
Blue Bayou-Roy Orbison lives here!
Blue Hawaii-Elvis turns color from black and white!
Blues Muse-turning Black and Blue into bruises
Violet Indigo Blue Green Yellow Orange Red
Hazy horizon separating blue sky from blue seas
Blue as the day s/he left. Bluer when s/he returned!
Blue Velvet-where images toxic /noxious bumblebee
suburbs grass
Blue Man Group-who is beneath? Why multiples
I am blue-Monet Blue-purples and pinks kiss me
You are blue-Magritte blue-apples and bowler hats
Blue as swimming pool David Hockney
Blue as Geoffrey Smart.Mirror sea blue
wave blue. Reflecting blue. How can you be blue?
So many ways to watch these waves of blue
Sit on the horizon and feel blue. Sky blue
Watch this apple world from space-it is a blue planet
The only one with potable water. It defines us
We are loved by blue. More than the man in the
Blue calls you to oceans, seas, rivers, pools
DIVE IN! You will become blue in time
Your time is blue!

i have half a mind to lapse in to nostalgia-
about the Golden Age of poetry
when everyone shared their words and thoughts and dreams and songs
and met at every available opport/unity
to make/create/renew associations older than time
This is you. Now. Yes! and we compound and spin
eccentric orbits
like privately funded space projects. We subsidize
If there is a way to add to and make new this moment
find us polishing our space capsules in preparation
for launch
Flow goes with us @all times
We are in process, in orbit and in flight
There is no point repeating choruses of past lies
The gift of present intention makes all right
(we will be here all night folks!-
this is only half a thought-the rest you get
once you express your response
to the possibility that we have only begun to
and dreams enter new/ each and every evening...

Each night,i cast
this web net for words
i bring in stars and one lump moon
a good night's catch! Reflections
of heavens above while on the surface
enough love to feed a family
Waves away and deeper, larger issues swim
They have been here before my expeditions
Sometimes, i snag upon them
I tear my nets and need repair
Hobble back to safer harbors
to meditate upon white moon whales
shark corporations, the cost of licenses
details that add up to less than what i started with
I shall set out again tonight. Stars are wise enough
to keep their distances, and moon don't mind if i
catch her
She thinks it is only optical illusion seas
reflecting on my waters what is so far beyond me
I let her go(of course)-mysteries so beautiful
are always catch-then release

your first is when you learn
how to create your own canoe
how water(steam)and fire blend
to make wood(bark)pliable to your will
next canoe is elemental-to water
where you trust your creation will float like Lotus
capable of sustaining your own life's weight
Third canoe floats as one
to seek sustenance and nurturing
Fourth is connection, when all you see is part of you
Fifth is when you bring it home to share
Sixth is when you exaggerate stories about your
Seventh when these stories /songs are repeated/amended
Eighth is when you hear them again ,and re-learn the
Art of Canoe
Ninth is when you change-design, purpose, aim,
Tenth is when you teach others how to make their
own canoe
Eleventh is your ghost canoe-all that lives beyond
your lifespan
floating in the lake like a Lotus, like an empty canoe


Spring sun heats our green garden
until plants cry out /parched and bone
Water barrels are still full from last showers
Rain is only a promise away.As they rise
we watch green limbs meet.They seem to need each other
In this heat,shield each other.Perhaps the plants
are talking amongst themselves.Perhaps if we
listened very carefully,we might be less pink
more green and golden and blooming!

On Ladybird Lake,one blue heron

rose in a flap of wings out of the waters
into a sky blue as Van Gogh
Around the edges,plastic bottles and cans
congregated together to make mass out of mess
We do not know hat impelled her flight
i dare not think of plastic rings on beaks
nor pecking at our detritus/we stole moving images
that omitted the truth of squalor/cropped frames
so only wings filled eyes and skies
could be a refuge/apart from exhausts from traffic
falling kerosene vapor tails,chemtrails
and a watery cage that held our pasts
as it sank our future
into WARNING signs
Birds cannot read.

one night (for a dare

we were tempted to compare
W H Auden with Phillip Larkin
a posthumous duel ,with favorite poems
quoted to see who might carry the trophy home

Memorable lines repeat without weariness=
Sex for me began in 1963...
Of each other ,we should be kind/while there is still time

Epiphanies are rare.Lightning bugs,few survive bottling times
Is not the test of a waterhole or sacred place
the desire to return just one more time?

Choice is all.Each footstep falls where it will.
What is written cannot be un-
Both Auden and Larkin are done
We await new creations.

each year,another tree planted

the winds of west texas are strong and severe
they test you with grit in your teeth
you plant a hope seed when you plant a tree
the test is to see which succeeds

you may think that the flatlands have nothing to hide
that a forest would never breed
where there is water ,and earth,and sunlight
a tree can find roots that it needs

it takes a whole village to love saplings
to nurture the young and fragile
if they make it to elder status-only then
is it time to smile

with a kiss,each circle commits
itself as a tree to this earth
birth may seem easy as planting
it is life asks for the real work

some will succeed,some blown down
some give up before they bloom
we plant seeds in the earth in trust
for water,wind,dirt,sun and moon

FOR FORREST FEST April 20/21(Preview April 7,2012)

Tuesday, April 3, 2012


Baudelaire,Verlaine,Rimbaud-reactionary addicts
referencing each to each -like Beats
whose social milieu was slim and suicidal.
For those so full of life-they were"mad,bad,and dangerous to know"
Bohemians via consumption of alcohol,sex,drugs
Ill via basic health violations,dying young became their cardinal definition.
Baudelaire venerated Poe-yet saw in him a "creative beatitude"
Verlaine venerated Baudelaire as role model,and drank with him
Rimbaud loved Verlaine with a sadistic eagerness
Verlaine's prison based redemption was never secure-
his poetry praised Baudelaire,while his life degenerated into a squalid mess.
Rimbaud felt himself "cursed" and sought a way out of Hell by being totally modern
All three adopted contrary stances ,embracing their misery as illumination
It is not their misery that illumines them-it is their acts of creation...


Despots and tyrants bribe,cajole,enforce loyalty
Devas,faeries,elves ,piskies advise us gently
The clash of Empires crumbling in our times continues
Yoga ,tai chi,meditation ,Reiki vs guns,bombs,incarceration
asks for balance both personal and political
Earth based future temporary autonomous zones like communes and Findhorn
are rare and threatened via internal politics
Overnight,despots destroyed via social media
Autonomy and individual freedom rare,precious,lost and losing
via universal surveillance,epidemic fear and monstrous mass media manipulations
Dynamic interplay of influences poetic,philosophical ,political merge
with a continuous stream of ideas antique yet revived under new labels
Cliches cannot cover change as much as choice
We are in astonishing times.Use your voice!


spaces as sanctuaries for people to flip through silently
updated technology -from video and cassette to ebook,kindle,nook
computers plugged in like a modern monastery
Cheerful cheeriness ,knowing learning is liquidity
and change is part of the learning.If you look-everywhere is cut
Libraries,parks and gardens more than most
This blind Stoic austerity will not stop their Herculean tasks-
to share the wisdom of both pasts and present to make a better tomorrow
Of course Google has replaced Encyclopaedia Britannica
Of course digital is replacing hard and soft covered texts
Of course the young have different reading patterns
Yet the hunger for learning and curiosity in gathering
makes libraries a perennial community tool.
We will always need to learn.Mostly after hours
There will always be spaces and places dedicated to this search
These are called "libraries"and the lovers of literacy="librarians!"

Monday, April 2, 2012


"if the sun would doubt
its fire would immediately go out"(William Blake)
long pit stops.eventually,we go offroad
into the new.without knowing(a Cloud of Unknowing
self-initiation.a new suit
tadpole to frog.chrysalis to butterfly.
blows that beat us down now no longer
Lizard grows new tale.Snake a new story skin.
Wings of levity defeat gravity via lift and lilt and laughter
Songlines become apparent.Invisible dewdrops as roadstops
you drink,refreshed.New yous are waiting for your flight
You stand upon the cliff and trust your dreams tonight


Once upon a Texas time,there was a Democratic Party!
Celebrated names included Faulk and Yarborough
supporting Federal McCarthys and Kennedys and Carters
Some go back to Harry Truman for example-all of this in books,
posters,photos,histories bound in dusty time,patrolled by guards
to be sold to those who treasure their pasts.I see Carl Sandburg
I see William Blake.I see a glass piece of art and some Beerbohm caricatures
War via Bayeux Tapestry i ignore-more has been sold from the estate of this lawyer politician
who funded posters and stickers and badges and buttons for Democratic candidates
Populism's artifacts with prices half off Sunday,75% Monday.
The poetry collection is traditional,anorexic and slim
Politics is thick here-men in suits with power
staring out from pages of grave books
covering times pre-us.History.I look at the rich cars illegally parked.
Admire people's desire to learn their origins.Buy nothing-lust for Blake,Sandburg,Beerbohm.
Libraries are lost like this-dispersed via deaths
Democracy an ongoing experiment in populism
Once the past is cleared from collections-what is next?
As Sandburg said"We are the people.What else will you call us?"
Terrorists? Nostalgists?

i have a friend who has a son

who is being trained in piloting drones
she is very glad he is not being posted to Afghanistan
that he will remain thousands of miles away
from the people he will be killing

"29% get burnout"
more experience moral qualms
no Heidegger might assuage
he loves his mother very much

the training that he gets pays well
he comes home to visit and helps her
soon he may be married and have children
never having actually been to war

here is where cyberwarfare offshores guilt
by killing distances,then going home
after a long hard shift.

messages in the trees

apparently indigenous bent young saplings down
to show where rivers,springs and pools
might guide one through with no paths
these trees remain today as signs and symbols

apparently energy use is now multiplicitous
(not reliant upon any one source)
post-Chenobyl/Three Mile Island/Fukoshima
Hiroshima and Nagasaki

apparently coal mines strip earth and our lungs
apparently fracking destroys water supplies
apparently batteries cannot store energy for long
electric cars are like bicycles on batteries

apparently forests denuding,global warming
apparently temperatures rising in concrete cities
apparently we did not listen-to tree ,nor indigenous
apparently we still have alternatives-

to listen,watch with respect ,reverence,wonder
how to best be with wind,water,sun,tides-gaia and mother nature

Sunday, April 1, 2012

breathing spaces

between breaths-

selecting thoughts-
Greatest Hits!

Selective Memories
re-issued in sepia

One Moments Reiteration
Never two snowdrops

Stone in a pond

Garden Soundtrack
Bee busy,flip wing flutter bye

Frog watching

Tree branch embrace
Baby birds nest

waves of days
stars of nights

old crone moon
changes her costume

ants on overtime
miniature Pyramids

our work is best @night (when silence and stars conspire

deepest drops taste better via morning light
when you can see the skin page your diary mind has milked
and legs can perambulate around your writers block
Night releases all that is concealed via noise and light
Darkness is a womb for fertile circulations
it breeds fantastic proportions that simply will not fit within a box
Work may wait,but words are bricks of cloud dreams
built when we are sleeping.They may divide us from each other
yet their solidities are reassuring for Yellow Brick Roads leading to unknowns
The road to London was paved with Gold Bricks for Dick Whittington
If we are deep and silent,sometimes walls of attention fall
and we are exposed to the full spectra of starlit constellations
They pierce curtains enough to draw thoughts out
Feelings can then enter,and drama begins(again!
Whatever happens next is always unknown
It is wise to dream.


Sonnets of stars strung Xmas lights
Moon balloons office parties
Blinking spy satellites smiling smug
Flash of comet splash!
Armageddon or Rapture?
The Party Has Begun!

anarchist grasses OCCUPY lawnmowers
illegal weeds WIKILEAK
Spring rains splash ANONYMOUS
Everywhere =EXPRESSIONS!

by any poetic means necessary
by the light of the silvery moon
by Heavens,we will be gladdened
by our own hands,we will write poems

Each moment dedicated to our common Muse-
She slips silver stars,Apollo Sun,Fool Mother Moon


Loading Lexicons in pre-Lexus sedans
taping oral dialects of divergence and differences-
colloqualisms ,argot Americanisms,regional verbalisms
fons et origo evolving into a dictionary of common speech usage
1965 from Madison,Wisconsin,cars collected linguistic contemporary conventions
transcribing tapes of speech stylings,patois,vernacular,
utilizing etymology,orthography,pronunciations,
hunting dialect lexemes,lemmae,and phrasings(annotating all!
For the first time.,our American language was demarcated via
geography,topography,heritage and immigration.A linguistic census!
Never before and never again has slang been elevated to more than ebonics
Fred Cassidy's "Dictionary of American Regional English"exists
like Encyclopaedia Britannica pre-Google
a quizzical and unique time bound imprint
of a language long changed,for a people
even more altered via speech ,class,dialect ,region and accent.


Style over substance?or text over context?
Jazz rhythms,repetitions,choruses,blues
assist the birth of declarative statements
Whether language tools replace the message
challenges substance over style.How over why.
Aphorisms exist due to pithy truths
Music a language of feelings mixed
We are language animals,Heraclitus!
Exegesis is an artform,too!Conceptual density rules!
High art may need high priests,
but culture come sin divergent containers
Spinoza,Sartre,Stendhal,Steiner all sing
it is the notes in the register that ring!


Pirate Bay members jailed for file-sharing illegally.
Google bypassing privacy settings on Apple iPhones
Anonymous posting online hacked audio recordings of FBI and Scotland Yard meetings
so then Interpol busted 31 Anonymous LulzSec hackers
Piracy vs copyright,sovereignty vs freebooters,privacy vs invasive government agencies
Vint Cerf,Jeff Moss,Joshua Corman and Dan Kaminsky personify these conflicts
Internet Evangelists vs encryption,Patriot Act vs Arab Spring
China's Great Firewall censors universally.War Games vs Dead Addict's DefCon
Darknets vs Iranian  Internet spying.Sopa and Pipa vs Anonymous.
Transparency vs Security Agencies.Hacktivism vs NSA/CIA/FBI actions
Taxation vs data privacy /cyber-security.Freedom vs boundaries.
Organized Chaos vs botnets.Conflicts of policy/security vs community.
Closing the Internet in Egypt and Syria /spying in China and Iran
government and commercial criminal violations of privacy everywhere
This is your Internet 3.0 (2012 style.What happens next is ...

what happens next(is engagement

Two Myths accuse our Generation-
Myth of Narcissism and Myth of Solipsism
We are not just talking to ourselves for ourselves
This is a conversation-begun when we engage
to ourselves/for ourselves with other than our singular selves
Every facet of a bee's eye.Every fragment of this world's mirrors
reflect upon our common unique problems and solutions
await our applied attention and intention
is required to activate more than Muse
Love,Will and Power transform simple self-absorption
into a ferocious engagement of energies-we
are breathing the same air as past and future poets
The time was always now to activate new scripts
Did you forget your lines?Can you improvise?

Thursday, March 29, 2012

White is Chinese for Death

so she ate only Green for growth
no refined -just rough,raw,real foods-
no white bread,sugar,flour,white cancer cells
more Brussels sprouts,broccoli,peas,beans-thin foods
that passed and did not stay with her

Color meant a lot to her-
pink blush of high blood pressure
pink skin where sun burn kissed with cancer

She loved brown mud earthen colors
Shades that sang of tree and bush,earth and water

All she digested,she became.
She had no name.

i am sorry Robert Frost(woods and water have already lost

our little village pays for fluoride to be added to water today
our trees are dying in the drought
roads dissect our wounded town
ring roads ringworm gridlock round
only police cars come in black and white

i am sorry Langston Hughes
our Renaissance is out of view
we have F1,and APPLE 2
valet parking condominiums,too

i am sorry Walt Whitman
men cannot marry in this town
women need a sonogram
before contemplating abortion

i am sorry Adrienne Rich
Womens Rights are in the ditch
Monuments and memorials
are all we have for Civil Rights

i apologize poets of the past
we have forgotten your bright spark
we praise you in our newspapers
only because you are not here to harass us

i live within the covers of a book

sleep between pages.wake up with page turners/pot boilers
grab plot points as moral compass.eyes traverse verses
translate prosaic into memorable/REPEAT
re-screen images that edit miracles QUICKLY!
go back only for lost thoughts/wild geese
patterns of pilgrimage ancient and continuing
Imprint habits matrix.We are not lost-just map reading/
integrating directions INNER through LABYRINTHS
until a brighter path lamps our bed ,and we alpha smile
Home again.

you text and train me-to be small screen and thumb scroll
to live via look rather than h/ear.Your world as small as a screen
you dream digital/play games.ANGRY BIRDS with hard sound tracks
the toy you hold in your palm will pilot drones
the paths your eyes traverse old as scrolls
Ages live in different rooms.Memory remembers formats
but forgets programing.Teach me the wonders of text without meaning
and i will read you like a book.

grief and gratitude

Niobe(there is no noble death-all is waste
tears will not return a murdered son,Treyvon
Unnumbered Afghani women and children
buried under stones and flags
their relatives paid a blood debt
We cannot afford loss(nor stop/loss
All death diminishes us.Birth can never catch up
Rebirth waits with gratitude flowers
to be shared with living gardens
Water them with your tears for all unnecessary casualties
We can all get along.Greeks created tragedy
now have austerity..We invade and get blown away.
Wounded warriors realize the myth of invincibility
There is still earth ,water,air,fire,food,shelter,work to share
Our steps lead us either together or..

TONIGHT (he left

after lapsing in and out of breath
for years,diminishing speech
his bright mind still steel cages
now more air between and gone!
He left his skin behind tonight
and we can never talk with him-just of
Bright deeds shine best with living loveliness
The rest is death.


Electric controversy-to expand or diminish?
Luddites wish to return to pre-tech simplicities
History is made,not watched-the Channel is open
and Heathrow will either expand(or not!
There is a world shortage of ideas(and capital
So BORIS ISLAND remains a fantasy
unless and until some private consortium
buys the real estate with eminent domain
for a private jet sanctuary/a separation of Herculean tasks
Gatwick wishes to grow(like the population
which is already in austerity and Greek shock
To fly in 2012 is barely possible and disrupted often
To land in England will soon be a privilege
for the rich with private jets,and government functionaries
We live in a closed system earth.All the carbon credits accumulated
will not bring back clean air.And we cannot go back to horse and buggy
It may take a Napoleon London Mayor or a Coalition of the Willing
to clear congested airspace for dialogue and conversation
No one knows where that will fly to
or where it may land.

living within language

you see-we use sounds.and sight(art
in caves first(for ourselves(like fire
when we move into a tribal light(we have to agree
and language has rules which evolve(slowly-like stories
We do not understand Shakespeare
as a Warwickshire or London lad would in 1650
Texting has changed poetry
as social media has changed gossip
Language also changes tribes-expands
and alters their perimeters/so Chinese traders
and English privateers/East India Companies
export more than labels on products
(our worlds are wrapped like babies in languages-
interpretation allows survival.Verbal,visual cues
allow text to be performed.Words alone are bones
Flesh them with cultural /historical context
Minds come alive with empathic communication
Less grammar cages-more demotic conversations
Export your experiences every time you speak
Understanding and reception await unwrapping in linguistics..
We are what we speak
We become what we sing.

you have one life

slice it in to moments
frames of a film
you hold in your hand
examine closely
does this resemble anyone?
line for a poem?
the best thing about memory
is loss.Budgerigar brain
Goldfish world.Look out
or in-interior visions!
Split screen dreams
Divide day from night
darkness from light
blindness from sight
still more-forgotten
it will never be written
nor remembered
This is the joy of life-
amnesia ad infinitem
but i forget why

to accommodate the dancing elephants

ants will be evicted.Large banks make deposits for pigeons
Hawk vigilance required when hunting bargains
Imported yellow mustard bastard grasses displace wildflowers
Amnesty International or chemical warfare?
War in the countryside.Chemicals added to your water supply
Rice farmers upset.Small portion porridge.Vultures,grackles,road kill.
Black strap roads high gas prices.Trucks,SUVs from another dinosaur era.
No one is lending.Nor borrowing.Frozen austerity Stoics
Stockpile stocks.APPLE rich from beggaring Austin Council.
No Trail Of Lights -just $200 million bond debt AFTER re-election
SCANDAL when deficit budgeting bankrupts your children's children.
DO NOT LOOK @THE PUPPETEER!(Corporate Welfare-subsidizing SXSW
For profit millionaires in gated communities.Homeless OCCUPYING prison cells
Valet parking for imported musicians.Thin string locals empty tip jars
Austin leads the way in failed capital projects-light rail boondoggles/APD overpaid,unprofessional
Another black youth shot .No accountability.No oversight .No change.No hope
No worries-tourists love us!They all want to move in! Displace us again!(like East Austin!
QUICK!Move to Buda!Move to Wimberley!

something happened(you can not go back

envelope of today opened.will not fit.Maps strewn
Carpet stains from where beer brains spilled
You tried smoke.Got burned.Fired.Work is not play
You do for pay what others shirk.Dirt poor.
Even when swimming in dust/gold can't be eaten
Slice lemons to make bitterness/cry over spilled onions
Russian dolls Internet husbands.Romance brand names.Gold watch.
Lame' glitter .Bangkok.Stop the traffic in your New Look!
Outside has a different cage.A book made in to a film
made in to a penguin documentary.You change suits and win!
Gambling Addiction!Little wars explode and explore-
recite your Litanies-Tibet,Iran,Syria.JetBlue Captains
internalize class media wars.What happens on TV
stays in your mind's eye.Retention Pond.Cream of Experience
Manacled by crew"a personal problem"(emotionalism)
You cannot afford such cheap fares.

"had we but world enough, and time"

you will walk out of your may will leave again
this happens so much you forget why.Some cling to the apple skin regret
broken teardrops in cheap motels/TV on,continuous(it no longer matters
Bibles are just books.Belief a subscription.
Cable to your brain is on re-run.You have scene this movie before
You walked out last time.Claiming repetition.You do not want
to sit through this again.Retro.Replay.Remake.Special Emotional Effects.ENOUGH!
Relationships parking meters.Crocodile Shark Skin Soup.SWIM!
SNAP! of close cars crashing fill your ears and eyes.Explosions in your mind.
Minefields planted in your sleep.WARNINGS given and ignored.Trust The Deep.
When you awaken,it will seem new.But Ground Hog Day is Deja Vu
And you do not want to know.

tap tap

tiny dancers in gold lame'/miniature Lost Vegas
spin music box karaoke's forgotten power ballads
in a dime store fiction novel in which you are only one character
Here ,unscripted,you ask for Director.All Improv!
Back up! You get your back yup(there is no back up
Zip your crocodile snakeskin back up.Revealing too much!
Mystics tap auras and caves for wealth
Abundance a gold futures promise.Struck coins and faces
Gold miner's pick axes bold as love.Guitars string us together
Mussolini and mistress.Eva and Adolf.Image and reflection
To get there,you have to leave here(but it is so comfortable!-
apart from that sound of tapping @my woodpecker door
Are they digging up our Streets of Memories again?
Is this cycle recycled?Ice breakers ,tap dancers,plumbers of depths
Magicians best trick is not to disappear

lucky we forget

if we remembered,it would be unbearable-
betrayals,false friends,lazy enemies-
all created by our mirrors for entrapment
Fingers pointed accusations return for insufficient postage
The sailboat stream sinks,unplugs,drains lakes.Emptiness
There is a certain darkness with no name.We go there in a cave dark night
to sit in womb and cry and sweat lodge-release daemons.They stay
for their amusement.Despair,depression,Despond.Deep,dark,down!
Consider ends as friends leave their only Holy Skin.Your End Up!
Once you forget death,life is icecream Disneyworld
Rides eternal-like widescreen Tv in a cheap HBO hotel.
You forget checkout.Time taps @your door.You snore through appointments
Until they want to remove your body.And you are still in it!


yet we are all witness to storms
within us /thunder arguments/cloudy days
rainstorms of bucket criticisms/muddy worldviews
nights of isolation,when floods rose
up to our windowed eyes.We might not make this night!
Despair bone soup for one.Broken smashed hopes
You were there when the bodies of pasts were dredged up
as evidence of the murder of hope.Fingers pointed.
Hang your head.Struck and singed.Lightning judgements
hung juries,death sentences for thin green young
Quick strike/white flash!Instant (forgotten)illumination!
All that you see is a star.Falling.All that you know
is a spear of light/thrust from a Vulcan sky
bridge to an earth whipped in rains.
All that you know is now change.


On the front of our temporary home
is an outline of Texas done in barbed wire
It was made by our neighbor /who also strung up
the lights for a small town Hall
We are still village here-we know who you are
Hard as wire,thin as a fence border
Sometimes we run wild /stampede
sometimes we just digest grass
Time is dust here.Forever a story
of a neighbor who left in a scandal
when the heat got too close
and his deeds were on the wire
You can get born again/home again/reborn and killed again
like weeds that arise@a Bar-B -Q
or a child wild as Spring.Stories are tall tales here
depicted in cinematic gossip.No secrets last long-
every skin exposed eventually..Presidents,homeless,businessmen/women
spaced programmed,blessed,cursed,sacred and profane-
Texas is a range of shooting stars.


Our 2012 Texas Poet Laureate is a wondrous raconteur!
she unwrapped carpet snake stories of TB as a child
whereby she was exposed to isolation,self-initiation
relationship with the natural world via observation
and (ultimately) description,narration,verbal ,written and visual depiction
She blessed her illness as a formative and positive experience-
as we were by the truth of her scaffolding verse in the House of Poetry
She built a Safe Place for us to dwell within as temporary shelter
until we each could create our own hovel,palace or communal dwelling of words
whereby and wherein our world could celebrate its existence ,continuance and intrinsic essence
Karla Morton similar-her stories of breast cancer survival
and its effects upon intimates and strangers were made of Truth or Dare
Alan Birklebach's wife knitted bookmarks while he read
and she then gave them to poets she enjoyed the most
Dave Parsons defined Texans' poetic response as a deep UMMMM
Each brings a blank map to their year of pilgrimage
Each stamps their boot life upon metaphorical saddles
San Antonio's first Poet Laureate's work is banned in Arizona
Dripping Springs has a Poet Laureate,as does little Wimberley,Salado,and Temple!
The process of selection deems one soul as representative of all,each ,every(temporarily)
The laurel passes in time-like life,pain,birth,joy,death
Be your own Poet Laureate.


Recently,my mailbox has been deluged with offers
to"take a cruise" or accept a "FREE"cruise
i think about this-would it be bliss?
Surrounded by retirees all hungry for buffets
sitting on sundecks quietly mouldering away
I cast my mind back to Cruises contemporary-
Costa Allegra stranded off Seyschelles
Costa Concordia ripped whale belly side off the island of Giglio
and the biggest cruise of all(Tom Cruise)-in IMAX -
but that was MISSION IMPOSSIBLE-a franchise and a remake
and so i look for a bigger ,brighter example-aha! TITANIC
re-released on cable and soon to be re-re-released in 3D in cinemas
THIS is what i wish for -a virtual tour!No crashes,no splashes,no disasters
just a comfortable formula -one where we all know the ending..
and this is it.


Defining our times via endings-worlds collide
with variant results.Against odds,Arab Springs &Occupy
Wikileaks vs STRATFOR.Euro vs dollar.
Exchange rates sabotage self concepts.
Buy a bagel with a wheelbarrow of Deutschmarks
What we need are new Marshall Plans and micro-economics.
Austerity shrinks /prosperity expands/debt forgiveness is in our hands
New systems of value need be exchanged
so we might all begin again-seed by seed,barter by buy
black market economies on the rise.Buy futures ?
or be the future that you wish to see in this whirl?
All is possible!Euro knows it is time bound.
Time to start a gain...


wordboat leaves in water float in bowls of consciousness
cages for some,saplings for young,trees of elders
tree does not need to know it is a tree.Bulldozer does!
water knows when it is fracked.wordflags wavewarniongs!
Sacredness Everywhere!Still these bootwords plod on,plod on

You of art and paint and sculpture may say -IMAGE!
Special effects,3D,mirages,hallucinations distract us
from the reason and purpose of our linked existences
Yantras might entrance us.Signs on walls in caves initiation
Still we use words to share among us just what these symbol icons mean

Silences will not save us.They,too,are languages!(w/accents,dialects,modes
to take us deeper into meditation or distract us with fear or anger
So many silences lost to us-deep forest,deep cave,aloneness
Between us,silences are emotional punctuation(RESPOND to this!

You will leave these words unconvinced/that your words are adequate
Mysteries and riddles,Bibles,Korans,Gitas clash in Crusading translations
Actions speak louder-jihad,fatwa,pogrom! Words follow after-
to warn,console,heal,chant,pray,beg ,sing-and script new Paradises


Last of the Mohicans and Pathfinder portray a pre-us forest world
where bears had power and clawed their autonomy/life was harsh
You wore their fur by taking it from their skin.Hunting.Gathering.
Also this sense of impending loss of a natural world-of dreams
and prophecies of invaders waging wars upon the wilderness
With no respect for wood nor water,animal or totem
how could they respect indigenous cultures?
Largely these were oral cultures(now long lost to us
He wrote of times historic even then-when wild was hunted
and men waged war upon native cultures.These times remain
James Fenimore Cooper must now rely upon widescreen movies to portray
a world that has disappeared.Not "noble savages"-just nobility.
If a culture falls in the forest,and no movie is made ..would we know?

steady state or expanding uni-verse?

as we are,so we see this world
as a steady state or expanding exponentially
While we know we are in motion at all times
we still feel a certain illusion of stability,/continuity
and make maps that allegedly define borders,perimeters,territories
which lead to negotiations,discussions,arguments,wars
which are eventually or dynamically settled
often without regard to geography or population
This flying rock is one of many.Many galaxies,many constellations.
The scale is only daunting because our species sees itself pre-eminent
It took years to even ask if other types of beings might co-exist with us
We make monster movies and horror movies about mutants,zombies,aliens
and scare ourselves into nuclear wars.Armageddonitis confounds us.
Rapture astounds us.New scenarios are needed so we can leap in to a new paradigm.
Because we cannot leave this planet.No other will have us !

in the Bible of my body(i believe in breath

and heartbeat,in arms and legs and articulation
in the stretched yawn of involuntary reactions
in the holes that serve essential functions
in the stars in your eyes(where did they come from?)
in perambulation and meditation
in mind that means more than a brain
in ears that hear more than they say
in speech and reception/that we share in common
in two arms that hug,cuddle and caress
in the wisdom of articulated legs
in the territories without a medical name
in the listed inner workings,powered by blood
pulsing through and never stopping
until that final

and the word went out to all the mega-cruise ships

and they heard the message
and they started to ground themselves into this earth
on rocks and reefs off Italy
(they wanted to do some sight seeing,too!
They were so enthusiastic they caught fire off the Phillippines
Many had to be towed back to port
much like their elderly clientele
who had come to snooze and buffet
Each huge Behometh imitated Titanic 3D
and practiced EMERGENCY drills
then the REAL THING happened
and old folk died not believing this was only a drill
and young folk took video on their cameras
and these mighty ships took on a Mythic Quality
as Wounded Warriors,limping along
a visual Metaphor for every one who wants to ride away
as if distance could cure us en masse
and sunsets will not fit in a camera
and big is not necessarily better
and to be broken means attention is needed

"serve God in the place wherefore to ye are set"

Once was an Ordered Universe-God,King,Nobles,Servants,Fiefs,peasants
in a hierachy of fixed and abiding rules.Like Commandments,obedience was prime
Now even our Elementary Particles are questionable-a "God Particle"sought
to hold all our neutrino thoughts together.Disparate are we,like Internet users.
No one Ring rules us all.Rule of Law flouted Universally.We are civilly disobedient.
Philosophy inhabits physics where maths is mere projection."Angels on the head of a pin"
become "Dancing Wu Li Masters".Metaphors change,morph and upgrade.Black Swans proliferate.
We define identity now as then via uniforms,haircuts,visual cues.Hippy,punk,.nerd,New Wave,preppy-
all wear fashions self denoting status.Laminates as albatrosses replacing rosaries and scapulars.
Rich choose to be Anonymous-to melt and merge with mobs -no Crowns,Sceptres-unless they are luxury cars.
Mega-rich choose private yachts,jets,islands-gated communities to ZARDOZ separate THEM from US.
Mansions sold for millions inhabited by reality show pop stars.Status defined via fame rather than achievement-
much like breeding THE PRINCE AND THE PAUPER(switched babies @birth-who can tell a Paris Hilton from a Kardashian?)
Homeless pushing shopping trolleys in unconscious imitation of conspicuous consumers
Cutters and tattoo wearers scarifying themselves for identity like tribal warriors
If a sign is not given,it will be worn anyway-temporary tattoos,beauty spots,wigs,skin art-
all are more than fashion-they are signifiers of identity and status-like gold rings and hats used to be
We recycle influences unconsciously-and will do so until DOLLY clones make robots of us
Even then,we will make a MASTER CLASS poetry robot ,rebooted to elite status among the serfs
so all can see just how different we really are-and how alike.

white buffalo/pink slime

When she was 16 she saw a White Buffalo(its name was Marigold)
When she was at school,she ate pink slime meat
As she grew,both wolves ate her
The one she fed made her into art in Galleries
The one she ate made her sleep with her art
After a while,two roads diverged in the woods
The plum she left in the refrigerator she ate
It was delicious!The meat left in the refrigerator was green and rancid
She made it into an art exhibit,and slept with it
Her children went to school and ate"Organic"wolves for adolescence
Traces of pink slime were found among their green blood @Twilight
They blamed The Hunger Game,texted and Tweeted
until there were no Grey wolves,no White Buffalo
just Green Austin children eating Pink Slime Sandwiches
and making virtual digital movies about their hunger.

grand mother wisdom

i keep hearing the same lines repeated-
"if i did not believe this would improve things
i would be at home with my grand children"
so some grand mother wisdoms stay at home with the future
sharing their experience and nurturing their growth
while some lone wolves still prowl the front lines
with energy,intelligence and community minded altruism
Both lines add to the stories we are weaving-home and hearth
and well as heart and soul and mind .This is specific-
Patricia Fiske,Cindy Sheehan,Jackie Mills,Donna Bowling,Lee Leteff,Connie Williams
You add to this world's village with wisdom,harmonies,applied energies
Your grand children are all growing like wild flowers in a drought
May every grand mother release her dreaming weedy followers
in to a world that thirsts for wisdom in life scripts...

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

and the angel of mercy

swooped down into Homs
gathered up all unarmed civilians
women ,elders,children in her arms
and took them to safety
away from guns and drums ,bullets and bombs
why only one?Mercy is rare ,and precious as life itself
One angel is made of light
carry carry all your weighted sorrow

and the angel of compassion
flew into Gaza,gathered up unarmed civilians-
elders,women ,children-flew them to safety
away from planes and drones and targeted assassinations
why only one?angel overload!so much sorrow,so few angels
same for Yemen,Sudan,Somalia,Iran
Rescue Remedies mean more than Amnesty International
our very civilian culture is facing snipers
We want to dance in the streets! w/poetry and music and human angels
until every one of us is winged,i cannot see that flying...

7 billion of us-and each of us is one!

we will most certainly never know us all
Within us-millions of particles/selves/footprints/fingerprints
trace indices of past influences
connecting us deeply with few/tangentially with many

We claim one-but our intimates change
We sleep-and when we wake-we change
We dream-and each night re-arrange
The deep calls all of us to account for our names

Links,chains,memories,projections connect us
All we have in common thin as spiderwebs
Strong and supple as our desire for continuance
means we are always ever only interdependent

I lean,you cry(the weight /of authority
means we are both subject to gravity.
Dying is an artform-as is life
We take the time to make a ritual

It involves all who choose to remember
We cast ashes to wind,wave,water
When we awaken,another boat soul has departed
Where we land is a foreign shore(another..!

Here be magic and mystery ,science and history-
We are part of each other-temporarily,eternally

distance as a cure

if religions arise from deserts
i believe in deserts
where distance and time sleep together
commingle occasionally in oases
stretch between us
like silences
simple as sand and wind and stars
Deserts are not cities
with haste and waste and speed
they are slow changes,hundreds and thousands of tears
lost and evaporated
Sometimes it is good to be lost
Sometimes it is good to be a desert
Sometimes distance cures
Sometimes silence sings

never began with one

sprang from conjugation of two
always linked -brothers,sisters,siblings
and now new-adventures
stranger than Paradises
this breath,this life
counted as one,encompassing all
who come to sip and dip and nibble
@the waterhole.Here be amnesty temporary
while we all drink (same air,same water,same earth)
we are satisfied.When need or fear erupts
herd scatters like pepper black birds
Skies cry with split screams-but for now
we sit in dreams-of being-in peace..

every one comes first

virginity was once prized as property and power
sequential monogamy /serial recycling of relationships replaced
same with being THE ONE(a human god)-first cause

yet on the printed page and empty stage
we start always with a tale-then evolve
collaboration and improvisations replaces sole authorship

maths more rigorous in that unlocking conundrums /limits
can be attributed to specific individuals
yet computer programs are often designed in teams

Hundredth Monkey Syndrome/parallel communities
discoveries emerge simultaneously like apparitions of the Blessed Virgin
we owe inventions to Tesla and to Edison

Copyright,control-the fact that Disney licenses images like the Catholic Church
makes for a New Indulgence-same as trademarking BOOK by Facebook
and the copyrighting of MLK and Trayvon Martin

"Nothing new under the sun?"-try copying EAT MORE KALE!
Corporate shark lawyers cruise sites for profitable litigation
Give me the open stage and empty page.Everyone can create...

bring your harmonies and solutions

sing your way through labyrinths
threads connect us tight as bullets
invisible powers strongest
let doors be open upon all and each
will smile accordingly
the best we share will find us
the rest will leave us hungry
sharing trauma and victimhood may pass time
but energies of change allow us new
to be more than we were before
who am i talking to-
if not you?

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

sitting,reading,watching time disappear

in my sunshine garden where lone bees land
birds gossip in treebranches
elders are leaving their holy skin
i sit in the sunshine and dig the green

she cries /he is aged/breathing slow/low /deep
she cries /her love made relating easy
she prays for his parting and passaging
he does not believe in anything

he will be planted in earth as ashes soon
i sit in my garden and stare at the moon


Wearing a hoodie is not capital punishment
Shopping for Skittles is not capital punishment
Defending yourself is not capital punishment
Being young and black is not capital punishment
Standing your Ground is not capital punishment
Lethal weapons end this conversation.Trayvon Martin never got
his chance to speak.Silenced like Afghan women and children.Innocent but dead.

War comes home.Invade a country or a person.Just a question of scale
Returned vets explode @random.PTSD /uncaring
Welcome troops home.In body bags or broken
Their casualties uncounted.Politicians drone on.

Man with a gun.You hear it again."we never knew..a family man"
Bodies cannot speak .Casualty toll creeps.Steep.
16 Americans killed by Afghani troops.Allies??
Something about burning Korans.Lack of respect.Killing civilians
What we accuse Taliban of-fundamentalism.We do.Withdraw now
War machines kill both operators and innocent.No more corpses.


FACEBOOK asserts copyright on the term"book"
Chick-Fil-A sues EAT MORE KALE Tshirts
MONSTER Energy Drinks sues barley wine "VERMONSTER"
TOOTSIE ROLLS sues a roll up shoe called FOOTZROLLS
THE NORTH FACE sued a clothing company called THE SOUTH BUTT
In the Court of KICKSTARTER,EAT MORE KALE Tshirt manufacturer
is making a film"A DEFIANT DUDE".Like that man who almost died
eating McDonalds for 30 days/the film may cost his life,time and money
Shakespeare had it best/when put to the test-
Let's kill all the lawyers!"

Arctic retreats,sheet ice melts-exposing oil,gas,minerals
Hungry for dinosaurs,we cannot see the writing on the iceberg
TITANIC economies sink in 3D.Polar bears on Coca-Cola cans
Oil spills on to the printed page.Turns to blood.

Now his objects are not selling
Art of shark and Myra Moors murders
Diamond skulls high price tags
mean their value going down.Concept costs/
ideas expensive.Once you place a price tag on
you become collectible.

Economies tumble,governments crumble
i sit in my garden and weed and water
Peace disappears with threats of new wars
i plant carrots,beets,tomatoes
Words are abused /trust refused
i use rainwater barrels to feed the future.


because we do not know
another mystery is born
reborn in every child
in every moment
in every decision
results are random
no First Cause
no Special Effects
just continuance
(and surprises)
This is the way it has always been-
explorers are now digital and metaphysical
Spiritual pilgrims must content themselves with the journey
the maps are still blank
the casualties mount daily
the next step unknown
the future awaits
in this moment

Monday, March 26, 2012


today's quota sunlight exceeded expectations
Soak i in seat /watching garden
grow green huge leaves
hiding spring peas

thirsty tomatoes gulp
their serrated limbs invoking-

tiny wildflower shoots
promissory notes
for future colors

red cedar mulch
color guaranteed one year
had we that guarantee!

volunteer plants seek companions

RESPECT &REVERENCE(2 elder languages)

Before we were here(and afterwards
there will be living consciousness
Vibrancy of birds,bees,beasts
within a context of earth,plants,shrubs,trees
Pre-lawn,pre-golf course-a wild willing wood
that grew quite naturally,and died in drought
or flame of fire,or quite naturally expired in time
We came and saw only resource-wood for fences
houses,homes and furniture.We chopped,cleared,bulldozed,mulched
and made less of what was once more.We lack respect for living things-
for what we call weeds .We blame Cedar Fever on the Junipers.
We make industries of logging,supplant multi-species
with single growth pine newspaper plantations(where no bird sings
Our elders may outlast us-or we may use them to death/
making them agents of our power/saddling them with our debt.
Air is not free.Trees work hard to photosynthesize carbon dioxide.
Water is not free.Every nursery knows-trees are not free.
We need to pay rent of respect and reverence to our elders...

Sunday, March 25, 2012

the seller of gold cages to wild birds

"but what does it do?"ask the birds
Well-this simple cage works best if you are a blackbird on the wing
Clips your wings and you may never fly again
This cage assaults you @airports-stripsearches elder birds and baby birds
shakedowns fragile birds with medical conditions
(the GOLD version costs more-but largely bypasses shakedowns(VERY expensive!
Steel cages are used for youth,to keep their wings small
Cagemakers guarantee the non-lethality of their creations
but do not attempt to fly in hunting season!
Many a bird has been lost to us believing
they were immune to aircraft engines and plate glass ceilings!
"but WHY do we need cages @all?"ask the wild birds
"it is MUCH more fun to sing outside the cage!"
"And THAT is why we train you in cages,so you can work in cages all your life-
all you have to do is choose your preferred cage.You will be in one
for the term of your natural flight.."

Saturday, March 24, 2012


sun is out ,so i slip shadows off
and sneak in to the green
sweetpeas dangling-tall towers of leaves
if i move-it means water and weed
if i sit-it means i turn pink
green or pink-every thing is colorfilled
Garden World envelopes time and space
so time stops and flashes fast past simultaneously
wind lifts leaves .Little plants are rising revolutionaries
They will to create food with water,air ,sun and soil
They conspire elements assistance in this
Soon a feast of salads.Right now is sit and stare @seeds
in trust they will rise and become more than before
Garden is us.

monster mirror

narcissus solipsis
Zen tail fingers
Hanging around
Some young shot
Who holds arms?
Who cuddles and hugs?
The opposite of love
is love.

against all odds,and possibilities

a bird will sing outside your window
you do not feed it,nor particularly admire
its scruffy feathers or scavenging dustcoat
You see a beggar bird-sparrow,pigeon,bluejay,grackle
Forget the sheen of song and seek a swallow
Life is a sandwich shared-even crumbs count
Red cardinals as rare as red squirrels
Revolution is a song,surprised/unexpected as an Arab Spring
Anonymous Wikileaks OCCUPY attention
People sit in sunshine,listening.Volunteer birds whistle in change
as melodies and harmonies soften harsh winds
Ragas of hard days softened by the song of wings..

when the dolphins were saved

did you notice how one did not beach like whale?
their direction confused,they landed to die
until grabbed by the tail,each one re-aligned with waves
we,too,one by one,rescue each other
grab the confused by their tales
re-align each with their deeper futures.
We have water in us.We came from the deep
The dolphin in us still sports and cavorts and dreams
Rescue is necessary when we seek the cage
rather than be free/d.It takes all of us
to align .Each to each-to see both how and why
life is an ocean of possibilities.Seek the deep!

re-invention(when all the gods were lonely

to be in this life(is a choice
made manifest.Behind (dead)heroes,we shadows
gossip in trust we are not asked
to carry thorns of accomplice /or crucifixation of focus

Distance easiest.To stare @TV
makes small huge and vice verse.
(when you get close-pimples and make-up)
how could our heroes be so short?

each day a re-invention.Knowing less
will be remembered /like George Gershwin
or lesser Woody Allen movies.Godard still films
Even the dead have ghost writers

FACEBOOK faces remain undeleted-
but they will not answer/nor activate
You are now on the front lines/feel the draft?
Another war requires your peace

All of us studied under example.They left/
it is lonely in a crowd-even worse alone...

Friday, March 23, 2012

a faith less man

who has no ears when all the gods are calling?
who speaks without the word to sing?
who claims this time as now and ours alone?
who argues in a bell line that rings?

spiderweb and bitten,sliced in time segments
linear as skin,curved as river bend
bird caught in hunting season
every hope and dream an idea upon the wing

this trust is blind that breathes and sings and moves
toward as well as away from
these directions that we choose
as random as tomorrows still unpromised

radio is on but the stolen tunes of tomorrow
are community on the pirate band width
To hear ,you need all your attention
To get there requires focus

Body knows what the mind denies
Forget all pasts.This is our time.

for life(a love poem

can not move with out you
was nothing b for u
now is only one stop.i get off
then get back on again

your borrowed breath sustains
your energies change
i remain within
being is every thing!

all is connection-
this alchemy eternal
until ending.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

in a book(i found a tree/trying to get out

i examined her rings/found she was an elder
rooted in this earth until my need to read
extracted her longevity for my brief story
stolen for the space it takes/to store water in plastic

the taste changes/as we approach
names change/we bow down to all that went before
and is no more-forests,rivers,creeks
all that water stored /now covered in plastic

a certain immortality exists in oceans
where Sargasso Seas of containers expose themselves
to weather and the waves ,yet stay
same shape for ages.Let us say then-

Immortality (both plastic and radioactivity
is for cockroaches,rats,sharks )-and we are history.


once,eye chose to know nothing/to trust
that my footsteps were in alignment
with the Great Spirit that animates
and decimates simultaneously

eye still read,heard,listened,delved
into arcane mysteries far beyond my pay grade
i am still a volunteer on the road
yet now i can no longer pretend ignorance

i am responsible for my every moody moment
every projection,decision,mistake,fallacy
i revel in the joy this brings
when all around me laugh and sing!

for being human is a state of error
releasing pasts my greatest pleasure!

Barber Shop Verses

You clip your hedges and your hedge funds
You hedge your bets by twice digesting
People like the sheen of applied enamel rouge
I hear blood beating beneath the skin

Once each and only original and unique
Each of us a co-creation.Cut your cloth
according to your art's fashion
Allow me form experimentation

Most confusing?Response ability-
when i criticize rather than appreciate
how many languages we are
how much lost in translation

Walk your footsteps-you are in them

Remembrance keeps the fire alive

Warmth is in recall-all the bright flames
bark brightest when recounted
like Tales of 1001 Nights- Scheherezade
recounts,recaptures every spark

You are The Teller Of Tales-
we only know stories from the speaker
Ears ring with pleasure when
you sing Praises of the Passed

One Step Removed is still One Step
We rely upon your example
to bring the best of what is gone back to us
by your bright warm being/to be that Eternal Flame

as yet unread

books awaiting eyes and time
movies i may never see
places i may never visit
things i may never accomplish
IT IS ENOUGH!(says this ant
when looking@the Pyramids
Mountain can only be mountain
Water can only be flowing
Stagnant or still,loses vitality /energy
like birds in a cage or animals in a zoo
We lose who we are when borders and limits
Sky ends somewhere near space
Rain needs clouds to displace
We need each other more than i can say

when i died

it was on a friend's couch
i coughed myself into a coma
left my only body
looked down from the ceiling
@my sleeping body below
with amused detachment
as if for a very long time
FLASH! back into my inert body
return with eyes wide opened
every little death a homeopathic dose
every moment afterwards
another blessing!


breath/a bridge/sounds/to call(to reach/echoes/response
silence will come in and finish our life sentence
Sounds of seas in every portable seashell
same in our floating inner auricles
twinned,twining between
what is now,will be and has been-
the spark of recognition!

of course,some money is counterfeit
some contracts worthless
some loans sharks,some silences snakes
not to blame animals for our poisonous natures
Discrimination is often a positive game!

between morning mist and daily quotient sunlight
your waking mind discerns the differences
Between the snapping jaws of sharks and crocodiles
we walk between us with no safety nets..

if you stand still long enough in Texas

you will become a Museum..
if you travel to the
Brassiere Factory,Kingsley Street,McLean,Texas
now home to the Devil's Rope Museum
dedicated to barbed wire and fencing tools
Dallas has their 8 track Museum
Plano has the Cockroach Hall of Fame
Carmine has the Texas Basketball Museum
San Antonio Barney Smith's Toilet Seat Art Museum
Luling has their Central Texas Oil Patch Museum
Houston the John C Freeman Weather Museum
Waco has their Dr Pepper Museum
Parker the Southfork Ranch Gift Store and Museum
Every tiny village a Pioneer Museum
and in Austin ,where hippies are preserved in music
on South Lamar inside our Independent Republic
you will find both 60s and 70s living and well /in the
South Austin Institute of Popular Culture
as well as @every open mike /every night!

once upon a now

i was not bothered with Zen
as clouds roiled overhead.
Now i know the storms within
have passed,noting shapes of clouds
a distant preoccupation
I leave the grasshoppers to hop
the spiders to weave,the sun to burn
my pink face to embarrassment
of riches!


"Do not foresake me o my darlin.."
Gary Cooper slim thin tall gaunt strides down a black and white street
to meet his nemesis.1963,the Presidential cavalcade approaches Dealey Plaza
Lee Harvey Oswald in that Texas Book Repository with his carbine.
John Wilkes Booth at the theater of blood with Abraham Lincoln
Lt.William Calley taking sole responsibility for My Lai massacre of hundreds
Afghanistan,one soldier sneaks off base to slaughter 14 women and children
In France,one lone motorcycle rider shoots French Arabs ,then Jewish children
"Rather have a boy with a guitar than a man with a gun"
Behind every lone gunman-centuries of duels,conspiracies,vendettas,assassinations
Arch Duke Ferdinand 's end began World War One.Wars have already begun.
We no longer need any more lone gunmen.

Innocent after World War 2,liberating those death camps
Forcing nearby villagers to see the corpses in Belsen,Buchenwald,Auschwitz,
refusing to believe their plea"we did not know"/making them dispose of the bodies
along with the agents of harm "merely following orders"
In 2012,we know of the slaughter of civilians/by our troops/drones/orders
Until we are shot in our own (Syrian/Afghani/Iraqi)homes,bombed in our Gaza rubble
wounded as "collateral damage"-this warning against the next /continuing war
will merely be an accusation for the next Nuremberg Tribunal to be held in Palestine.

Half our life is dreaming/our waking life tip of iceberg
Stronger than TITANIC,we rescript ourselves,refresh,revive
when we sink in to the bed of roses.Day dramas get resolved
Space time curves in ellipses-we travel time and become particle consciousness
Perspective comes when our eyes are opened/when they are softly closed and fluttering

Tuesday, March 20, 2012


exists(as well as many without a name
Fear fills where facts fail.Moon shadows connect us.
Cycles,seasons resurrect.They hunt via almanac rivers
Thin forests hair scalped.Concrete prisons displace.
Speaking without a face.This call monitored.
Anonymous moustache.Demonstrate alone or with others.
For causes that call like wolves of land mines.
To say it is to corral .To define nature(as distinct from
Animals know(they do not need to speak
Trees cringe from chainsaw and infernal combustion
Even when you know/how avoid?(Death,pain,fixations..
Underneath all names,energies pulsate like god particles
Instantly created,to disappear.You may never see it
Some things are faster than things.

when storms come(and they will come

it is time to love the living-
those conscious and loving enough
to connect,communicate and co-create
gardens among stone hearts

you are fire,earth,water,air-elemental!
all of earth within and surrounding
and when wild winds shake trees and walls
cat content,you will bird nest calm

worlds will change /age will claim us
within tornado-stillness.Example us
via being in and among
without reaction

there is no separation/storms
will pass/you will live on.
love the living.

Monday, March 19, 2012

for 7 cycles round one sun/while wars and invasions roll on

a MILLION MUSICIANS march for peace-during SXSW
what do we do with no leader?we become the cause
unique as every individual is/someone has to plot the route
navigate bureaucracies/beg for space /for free/for freedom
of speech and assembly is a song perennial
and each of us a dot in the matrix grid.
Together we get the full picture-music and poetry outside the Capitol
Every word a flower,every line a song
Now with a brass band leading some straggling hundreds
past hundreds of digital cameras/with placards
and stickers and leaflets proclaiming peace
in all its forms and manifestations.Reach out and a smile responds!!
Through Sixth Street full of St Patrick's Day green beer folk
to the City Hall welcomed by musicians/take as often as required
Unless and until peace is here and now/harmonies will have to take hold
within every singular DNA.This is the way we walk together.
Forever.Lay down your arms.Open for hugs and cuddles..

Dream time

drops of water(teardrops-the gift of time
a bucket for sadness.Drip drip drip
it fills.You empty it.It fills again
(there is a hole in the top you can never fill!

time stops for dreams to alight
there are passengers in our dreams
hitchhikers-they await our disposition
we let them get off where they will

inside,a rosy glow
outside-a fog surrounds
in the house of dreams
there are many cupboards!

entering bed .entering dreams
coming in like a plane in the airport morning
prepare to land.we are over the sea
it is deeper than time could ever be

island moments

everything happens @once.Funerals,St Patricks Day,Peace Marchs
but we only have one life!Cognitive dissidents in Syria and Palestine
Civilians bombed by long distance college drones.They are us!
Remembrance too late-remember the living!Rain reminds drought to leave
Night reminds day to dream.Each open mike opens Diamond Jubilee Olympic Gardens
(small contains the large-we contain multitudes-small is still.Beautiful a view)
To remark marks time.River sluggish with brown bottom.Mus time(stuck!
Lightning time(insects in a bottle-we buzz electric chainsaw appointments
Stillness sits and waits for these Parades to pass.Birdwings rise!
Does memory make pain palatable?or forgetting?Morpheus or Alacrity?
Gods question.We sleep dream.Awakening takes lifetimes.Last year,stone
This year,forest.Centuries ,feathers!Build me a bird and i will believe EVERYthing!

mountains of Japan

death and disappointment.senyru sadness
snow covering Hiroshima/Fukoshima
we become ancients when we stop.sit.wait
for time to pass by on a fast white horse
we become stone Temples of breath
Control this and mountains will come begging to your door
Fail to breathe and you become mountain
Circles sustain us,Chuck.Word boats are paper lanterns
sent like cherry blossom Spring messages
Emergent we are(despite Aristotle
Feed the cows before breakfast
Thin hungry elders first.They sustain us!

uniqueness of every body

leaders die.get sanctuary elsewhere
what is a tribe to do?replace their natural leader with an inadequate new one?
form a committee of those with partial talent?or leave the position open?
They might try to bribe their leader back to rule.Presidents for a second term/dictators for life
or seek a new mode of self-governing-volunteer or military style
Options are always comparative-people love nostalgia
They compare the OLD regime with the NEW and find faults
They forget they cannot dig up the dead.Flowers bloom once
Kampuchea is not Cambodia.Mumbai not Bombay.Myanmar not Burma
The French Revolution chopped heads.The Russian Revolution killed their King.
Mao purged.Gaddafi waged Green Revolution.Assad murders his opposition.
Dictators have a way of making trains run on time
and simultaneously depriving people of rights,liberty and pursuits of happiness.
Yet folk vote for Hitlers.Repeatedly.Military coups prohibit free will and choice
North Korea .Sudan.Somalia's armed gangs.All dictate and demand.
Yet on this tiny rock,we are connected.Age takes us.When we go
who will even pretend to know what to do next?

give an image(take a photograph)

Picture you as you grew
in the light of the cameras of your life
In the eyes of your parents you were a box Brownie
small image of black and white
As you grew,you saw yourself turn to color
Your image grew larger and wide
You were a slide,a collection of moments
Your family around you grew too
You gave them all pictures of who you were then
and they took a picture of you
Now digital fingers in virtual worlds
Photoshop and post online
You make a movie-you are in it
It is the images of your life
What happens next-you hold in your hands
as the camera clicks and snaps and bites
another image is stored for as long as you need
Which means more?-your image?or your life?

to be useful

every body works(unless you are dead)-to some extent
some get paid for their services.Many more volunteer
fulltime jobs are rare-those with benefits rarer.
the very notion of "work"has changed in our time-
startups for small businesses /creation of apps/
ideas seeking venture capital engage the best and brightest
Yet the growth in jobs is largely in the service industry-
pedicab drivers ,food van workers,baristas,store staff,cab drivers
Many of these positions are temporary,casual and low paid.
One would need several of these (and tips!)to afford current costs of living
Creation of jobs can be artificially induced via governments"make work"programs
as in the New Deal-creating work on roads,national forests,parks
Industry wishes to cut labor costs,and exports work to cheaper areas
These change over time,and are part of the new global economy
Birth rates add new bodies to a smaller pool of "jobs" to service them
Models for full employment have become conservative as tithing
The current conundrum of high and continuing unemployment
requires not austerity programing-more incentivisation,micro-loans,
angel investors,venture capital and a holistic co-operation of businesses with government
The results will either employ your children or bankrupt governments
or both..

Sunday, March 18, 2012


Apple's suppliers in China have had workers poisoned via hexane
Some workers are under aged .Most have poor working conditions
To make art out of journalism mixes fact and fiction
What we want to believe is that Charles Dickens"HARD TIMES" is fiction-
that New York sweatshops and Mexican border factories
are old stories/history.That all workers are treated with equality and respect.
This is pure fiction,and bad art.Whistleblowers are punished and sacked
for speaking truth to power.Journalists killed in Syria.FACT. Verifiable.
Reporters shot in Mexico's drug wars.Headless mariachis learn corridos.
Bradley Manning in solitary confinement.Alan Pogue ignored.
Storytellers persist in awakening us to the world we all live within.
We prefer airport headline fairytale fiction-Navy SEALS assassinations
rather than slaughter of women and children in Afghanistan.
Rescue missions where the hostages actually are living to Black Hawk Downs syndrome
Somali pirates hijack our Walter Raleigh Walter Mitty syndromes
When they defend their territory,we kidnap them.
Terrorism is a territorial term.Benjamin Franklin was to be hung by the English.
Now we raid Third World countries with Little Britain as our last ally.
Check your stories!A grain of truth is still food for thought...


of antiquated lifestyles/my cliches 60s/my exhibitions retro-
reminiscent of and alluding to styles and fashions long past
My permanent collection of memories accessible easily
Public storage and admission await your piqued interest
When our childhood is history and adolescence documentaries
Visitors will compare and contrast our recollections with their private ones
Trams ,pre-cars,bicycles,recessions,grandfathered Depressions
Trains that steamed like puddings.Frames of Prado,Louvre,Hermitage,Met
There are special rooms where temporary demonstrations OCCUPY
Examples,role models,ANONYMOUS,Wikileaks defining our age
File storage always limited ,so your addition to archives welcomed(folk Museums!/songs
Deaccession spontaneous-where forgetfulness creates modern architecture
with no historical reference points-just cages for humans and industrial facades
Languages and visual education co-exist in various formats-
stories shared and experiences recollected.When you enter,
you may need an INSECURITY clearance.People are afraid of poetry-
and the only known antidote is familiarity.This is why i still exist-
to remind you that you are all ages,past and future-living in this present moment

every story for free-download on the upload now!

as soon as you stop to listen(as soon as you stop.
people turn into flowers(stories turn in to gardens
revealing weeds and storms,seeds and sagas
Thin saplings from family branches become oaks of trust
Every word golden.Every life made from dust.Scrape off pasts
and hear them in your auricles while they bloom-
whether tall sunflower solitaries or bee nectaring .Soon,another moon
will pass over .We will turn in to stories ourselves-
how we listened like seashells on the beaches of oceans
How we rolled into depths of waves and saw Sirens and Mermaids.
How,touched by sweetness and stars,we became more than paper doll people
Cardboard spines became short stories,became tall,became books of true adventures
And we all became forests,sharing canopy and foliage,green and golden
And we listened as stars glisten,polishing Heavens..