EMERGENCE!

from the cocoon of last night's dreaming
to the garden of this morning's mist
from all labyrinths of obstacles and barriers
to a clarity at last expressed

you have emerged! with joy and laughter
borne in to the cavalcade of colors
as bees and flowers delight in beaming
despite all darkness /limitation

you emerge!with freshness and a smile
that laughs at blockades and walls
and rises above all that falls
and claims this morning as her own

now the day advances(you with it
emerge emergent and victorious
all littleness burns off in bright sunlight
of your warrior's winning winsome ways...

rather have a tree than a guitar

rather silence than the strums of music
rather singing than the sounds of speech
but if no words can ever convince you
can we settle for a world of peace?

rather have the laughter of goodwill friendship
than guns drawn,guitars taken away
as long as we can make more harmonies
there will always be a reason to stay

give back what was taken from Gibson
let them create more instruments of change
we all live within the worlds of regulations
may this for Federal governments be the same
        
violent and illegal consfication/violates our Constitution
return what was stolen/give compensation to Gibson

big as a small house

12 meters(40 feet long),two tonnes heavy in the water
a wall of one whale displaces all.  Why lodge on land
where death is certain?is it sonar submarines
drive these mammals from their element?
Noise from deep oceans sends them in to shallows?
We see huge corpses/seek only to rescue
22 sperm whales on Tasmanian beaches
2 minke whales lodge and thus suicide
Are we displacing our singers of oceans?
Are we removing the song of the deep?
When will we learn we came from these oceans?
We had fins before we had hands and legs and feet
Like crop circles -signs in the land for our eyes
Smell of the dying fills up our sense
When will we give back freedom of oceans
so these mammoth lovers do not die beached on land?

as we become fewer,we become more precious

like gold(i guess)-or diamonds
their markets artificially limited
so value is based upon scarcity
Yet our time and energies
become gold and diamonds
We cut our cloth
with the available garments
Wear each other well
until we wear out
Fashions change
we are constant
Sun returns
yet it is different
Cycles and seasons
define light and shadows
While we are here
We make a difference

SHADOW TIME

and the light dims darker.Cold comes in
Night is the hunter.Beneath blankets we huddle,
outwaiting winter.Seasons define us-chilled our reminders.
Once we were cave,and spear,and fire
Now we are warmth(artificially added)
Outside,our homeless,shudder.
All that is wall will fall in time.
We burn in to Light,spark,fire.
Cool winds edge skin ,slip in to shadow
Darkness our season-dream in to tomorrow
Bravely,we stage Lights to hold darkness at bay
Nights are now longer than our dying days
Trees that were green bare bone decay
We are the seasons.We change this way.

dark pilgrimage(headless mariachis)

where jesus was buried means a lot to christians
they fight with islam over jerusalem/bethlehem/golgotha
Sacred artifacts of saints -a bone,a finger,the head of a saint
we so value the corporeal/forget the WHY of value
(it is to remind us the body is transitory(as are we
who hold material like the shroud of turin as if it were the body itself
Wrapping is not the gift.Place is not the miracle.Witness is not the saint.
Headless mariachis remind us of the furtive burial of saint osama
the fear of insurrection.the videod killings of saddam and gaddafi
lest we find in the desert a place of pilgrimage-and followers rise up
in another resurrection of the spirit(we bury the body to remove all doubt
autopsies and DNA might clear convicted corpses/
sainthood may be proven by miraculous preservation
Red Square for Lenin,Tiennamen Square for Mao-iconic waxed reminders
of the temporal and temporary clasp on power.Decline over time
like Nero and Reagan,Churchill and Roosevelt.
Bush malapropisms /dyslexic language tortures end in waterboarding
Cults rely upon physical charisma(Clinton)-posthumous fails to impress(Reagan)
Veneration of the body declines over time.
This is why Doubting Thomas's need to see the wounds
before the body is removed from public examination-why Gaddafi was paraded
for days before digital cameras.Why headless bodies roll in the streets of Mexico
Journalists cannot report back from the grave.The last terrorist is death.

half listening

when we petitioned General Colin Powell
that we should be dropping food,not bombs
to the starving children /civilians of Afghanistan
he sent down food parcels to be picked up
They were in the same bright yellow packaging cluster bombs came in
The ones that make so many legless in Afghanistan

when we suggested Dick Cheney might try "enhanced interrogation"
Noted Senator Cain's experiences of being tortured in Vietnam
Waterboarding and stress positions and assassinations continue
Guantanamo still open,as is Bagram Air Force Base

when we argue for libraries and pools and schools and parks staying open
Police complain about less overtime.Homeless still incarcerated

when we suggest that drones make remote murders
that civilians like us still die in undeclared warzones
that private security killers are on black budget government payrolls
no cuts are made in those budgets

we do not want wars/austerity.We want peace/prosperity!
Listening takes lifetimes.Our lives on every line

STARR

To Daniel

it is not we have forgotten/even when time leaves us
waiting for a repetition of wonder once beloved
More that you remind us of a wonder long ago
THE LOVERS were a splash of comet fire,a meteor
crashed down among us in a blaze of Light
Starr sang across the Nations and all Worlds-Universes
unfolded like flowers to her voice enchanting
and we who gave her only ears and time and energies
amazed at this beam within our midst,grateful for this
angry when she was stolen from us.We adorants
wanted only more of the privilege of adoration
Daniel loved her close up.Embraced all death and dying in his love
kissed away distance in a song,kept on when bodies failed
and only stories ,songs and poems could be shared
No reminescence this.Actualize her if ye can-
yet know the distance has settled in so much
We cannot exchange our stories for her touch.

NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN

81,and you have already made HEREAFTER
You make new films with no rehearsal now
Each moment stolen from inevitable silences
You screen your dreams and visions loud
Widescreen ,with film heroes,and a plot,low budget
like a Woody Allen for the serious set
You ennoble Hollywood storytelling
by your example on each set
INVICTUS a theme you return to
like all those movies made when you were young
Outlaw,with humanity-lawman with a heavy gun.
Now whether they will make your films again
you know they are not making any more
of stories with a script and plot and characters
not just cartoon special effects,all digital
Every film you make -you make as if it were your first
For time and life and death are critics
You wonder which raven will bite worst
Pecking at your entrails,all the Gods are watching
Your life unfold as in a docudrama
Who will play YOU in your next life?
Do they have standins or rehearsals in the HEREAFTER?

TRAVELLING WITH ANGELS

In this boat life,we choose our passengers
We rise together and share our life
Some like a window seat so they can see adventures
Some an aisle,so they can move as they like
We are all moving/always in flight
This little Earth is all we know all our lives
We stare @stars and full moon skies
knowing others seek wings,and they fly
We travel ASTRAL AIRLINES,land in dreams
Leave our Sacred Skin when called by Night
Each Dream a Map of Constellations
Starpaths and uncharted evening flights
Adventures call us-Art,and Love,and Muse
We answer to our Secret Names and Choose
those we wish to share our time and energies with
These are our Companions On The Path
You are One-who shares both Life and Muse and Art!

with the energies of extra mornings

focus,alignment,attunement,aim and purpose
meditation before action,thought before deed
pause before the active application of aligned will

with the energies of noon-balance
a scale between what has been and what will be
Janus style-to look in both directions simultaneously-inner/outer

with the energies of afternoon-calmness and depth
wisdom that comes after the youth of rush and the pause of noon
deeper,slower-a river slowly making its way to the moon

with the energies of evening stars-bright lights over dancing distances
access to dreaming trails and the hunt of Light
allows one to become that source of primal satellites

with the energies of this moment-
to both be/ more ,and to assimilate,integrate all
ragas of advancing shadows and clear sight

this is both where and who you choose to be-
time tuned songs on the lips of eternities
you are composed-of endless energies..

JOB,SISYPHUS,CAMUS

In every age myths resurrect in different skin
We wear them in unintentional hypocrisies
Refute them if ye will-Job's suffering is Palestinian
The first question is always-shall we live?
Once made,all else falls in space
Myths and legends reinforce entangled gods and men
who fought their will,and suffered tragically again
Sisyphus still seeks Independence@the UN
9 shot seeking to give aid to Gaza
Camus not only saw absurdity as human
he embraced philosophy in action
"we must live together or die separately"
Arab dictatorships still wage war upon their own
Wars and walls define more refugees
All is unresolved on mythic and quite human stage
THE PLAGUE is still with us on every page