the difference is

we are here(and others are not
every diamond moment becomes precious
we will not return.be aware of where you are.
there may not be time to ..so we do not
float through rather than resist.cannot waste
what we do not have.water time.earth time.clock time.breath
i did not want to mention that terrorist death
no respecter of age,wisdom,achievement,children
grabs them up in his grubby greed and kidnaps them
We mourn our lost(they are part of us-bur death means loss
and death will not negotiate.Speak to the living!
(even when they ,too,are compromised-
weakness,health,time..all pale over age ,wilt and wither like flowers
Lines on your face in the mirror.Broken image reflector.
Meditate upon consequences of lapsed attention
Once gone,never again.

GRAND MOTHER'S HANDKERCHIEF

She weaved among the grieving  with a tray in her open arms
On it were handkerchiefs of her grand mothers
One by one,each picked up beauty in their hands
and wiped away the tears that re-appeared again

Antique as kindnesses shared like loss
She turned a crowd in to individuals
Each one holding kindness in their hands
Life comes like tears ,then flows away again

Each came up to the microphone
shared memories,loves,incidents one by one
holding grand mother's handkerchiefs in hands
to wipe away those tears that will appear again

For grief is made of water and salt tears
It is never far away /we fear its insistence/seek relief
Soaked in grand mother's wisdom antique handkerchiefs
Our time here is brief..

I LIKE THE SMELL OF GARLIC IN THE MORNINGS

Onions in a frying pan
warmth and heat and
morning 's egg awakening
one step closer to masticating!

NOTHING IS TOO MUCH

it fills up space
and time,and vacuums
it stretches between points
and creates distance
it will outlive and outlast all of us
so i would rather have something
than nothing-i would settle for less
so long as something exists-dreams,love,poetry,Muse
these bridge us through the abyss when nothing else works
art is life and virtue is verse
and it is always more
than nothing
ness

RIGHT PLACE,RIGHT TIME,RIGHT PEOPLE

Wherever you are,you are in the right space
in the right time,with the right people
This has always been the case
and will preserve you from all harm

The only way you can be in the wrong place
is to doubt ,and fear,corrode your joy
and turn all in to hesitation's waltz

This is how Icarus fell,and Lucifer-
all the fallen know doubt,and fear,pain and loss
because they split themselves from what is right-
place,people and time-and lose the plot

Where your heart sings is the right space to be
and it beats time unconditionally!

RITUAL FOR YOUNG DEPARTED

Invite all who knew /to a public park
where testaments in song and poem may be shared
and the spirit of departed revived via visualizing
Invoke best and brilliant images of child gone
via personal testimonials.Share the songs
There will be need to amplify and mix emotions
so they adequately represent full range of what was lost
Hold on to who they were-then release like balloons
into a sky of pure love,so each carries colors homewards
as a living gift to all those present.Keep the conversation
fresh,active,alive and vital so focus is on life not endings
then this story can travel beyond all limits of time and page
into the ears and eyes of all who find solace in loving the living
'even when they have moved on to other planes.
Change,adapt as required.Add flowers ,food,smiles
Mix well with hugs and cuddles for all survivors
Add to the love by both being more and giving more.
Explore your modes and rituals when one too young is snatched and lost
Then tell us what we have missed.This is the kiss of experience

no body owns any celestial body

even if they sell star maps and star wars
even if they name asteroids and meteors
even if Halley named a Comet and they name the craters on the moon
no body owns any body so the choice is up to you

You can pay a million dollars for a suborbital flight
or drop a drug that gets you high (at least temporarily)
You can stand on a ladder if you want to feel tall
or climb mountains to get on top of it all

But you will never get back to that bone rock moon
a flag and some space junk would await you
Yet they are not like space rocks in some space museum
Just stored somewhere in a TV studio in Houston

For the moon landing was faked like a mock documentary
and "man on the moon!" is just a science fiction story

rain drops

voice on the moon
no one in space has a hearing aid

voice in a box
add extra for echo!

voice in a bar
submerged in fluid conversations

voice on a stage
just passing through.

voice in a cloud
offshored GOD app.

voice on the phone
THIS CALL MAY BE MONITORED

voices in your head
who is listening?

voice work
opera/poetry

playing with voices
drama/protest!

adding voices
sing-a -long!

return forever

last night i watched and re-watched films of Kennedy's murder
there were 12 short ones -all shot from different angles
the Zapruder one slowed down ,others digitally enhanced
red splatter from one of the three shooters triangulating
over and over like watching BREATHLESS or BATTLESHIP POTEMKIN
or CITIZEN KANE or SEVEN SAMURAI or THE PROFESSIONAL
or any other filmed novel that enhances WUTHERING HEIGHTS or JANE EYRE
These loves of literature once aflamed my eyes/eye return when
new digital effects are all bombs and bombast/echoing emptiness
They have just made a new silent movie with French stars
They forget it is not the absence of words-
more the magical images that allow us to follow
Each page of a book is a walking tour for the eyes
this is why the texture and lettering matters
Gutenberg Bible to Family Bibles-ponderous
yet beautiful as King James' version
I return to places and people i love-as well as book and films
It reassures me that there is beauty beneath death ,war and economic madnesses
I will re-read you as soon as you complete
your life's works-your GREATEST HITS-
your Great American Novel Life.

splat rain track

walk out in
wet tshirt skin
dust needed reminding
cracks in every thing
birds halt ,confused
what is this sky juice?
temporary life this
little boat sinks
below water levels
pull the plug ever
skies change underwear
all clear!

the right to be left alone

means more than privacy.Salesmen phone,mailbox bulges
SPAM emails ,frauds and fakes persist in seeking to sell
while divergence is rarely tolerated.Try walking naked.
Try talking in tongues.Try believing in peace and human beings.
Always,we want to believe in perfection-somewhere,Heaven.
Yet we fill the frame with 7 billion- Coca-Cola save the polar bear!
Happy Feet Too the penguin!Wild tongues inside us unexpressed
Palestine punished.Aborigines ignored.Reservations fro indigenous.
Rainforests yielded remedies medicinal and spiritual-
until roads dumped tourist trucks which crashed into silences
Amazon plundered for timber-same in Indonesia/fires in Mexico
We must leave space for the OTHER in us(and all others.
Each frame need not be named.ANONYMOUS a fine artist.
Art of skies needs no chemtrails nor kerosine vapor mess particulates
Leave enough alone.If this planet is our home
leave a room open and empty for visitors...

last

if this be the last word in the last line
on the last day of my life(so be it.
Quality is no consideration
when it comes to endings
there is a certain rough equality
yet we never expect our children
to leave before their elders
Endings never make sense-
being truncation of as the yet unexpressed
Consider each day a beginning-
whether first or last or random
I see each moment as treasure
not to be stored-more distributed
so each and every and all
might taste a sample of life's buffet
and we of gluttonous appetites
might devour more /once they restock/restore
our positive vocabulary...