i had a dream(and it was a wide screen movie

lit entirely by the fool moon
a pale silver white light suffused the frames
the night was clear as day/the plot was homelessness and war
i could barely remember more.EXCEPT that moon-
so bright she spilled in to my dream
and kept me awake until the morning
Is this the way our past lives screen?-
that we can only remember them
in full moon dreams?

VIOLATION OF SOVEREIGNTY (2011)

China learned much from the Boxer Rebellion.
Diplomacy need not have a gunboat nor bomb
One can trade with one's enemies as perceived allies
Both parties can get what they feel they want
Third World yields resources ,feeds us oil
If they object,we wage wars on them
Libya may have been liberated
It is now subject to economic occupation
Iraq,too now pays for weapons
Iran such a rich trading partner
The bomb will not be dropped on Persia
while sales of oil keep allies on hand
When Chavez proved uncooperative
talk was of coup /like killing Castro
Remember South America's tinpot dictators?
They were supported by AT&T
We are all connected/by trade and by treaty
No one can afford more civilian casualties
unless they dictate all terms and conditions
make no claim to a "democratic"state
So China's burning Buddhist Tibet occupation
North Korea's bellicose weapons testing starvation
Trade is the front line-on balance of winning
Yuan over dollar,Euro goes down

DARK,COLD

Leave the lights of human habitation
walk in to the shadows of one night
chill winter goosepimpling your skin
autumn leaves have stripped tree bones
And you become part of dark
and cold becomes part of you
once you walk off the path
Darkness becomes you.
There is a space for shadows and for light
they Zen tail each other every night
Sun comes-but that is distant time
Right now you walk in to the night
Right now you leave all light behind

TWEAKING GOOD!

Originators less famous than popularisers-black blues players
die in penury,while white thieves bask in luxury.Royalties rarely paid
to those with no cash for lawyers fees.John Lennon and George Harrison
successfully sued for copyright violations(plagiarism)-while Rolling Stones Glimmer Twins
gleefully explain how to disguise their black influences for white check audiences
Popularising sitar via George Harrison,tape loops via George Martin-
World's Number #1 band derived much from influences.Like Shakespeare,
who lifted plots from Holinshed's Chronicles and Histories-some folk become bridges
while others mere graffiti on the wall of progress.Tesla downed by Edison.
Edsel by Ford.Marketing is an artform.Success proves itself via access to audiences.
Betamax better quality than VHS.Mac better than Windows-UNIX better than both.
To take ideas and market them as apps is the artform of our age.
Monetizing the Grail.All the GOOGLES and YAHOOS and FACEBOOKS in this world
mean nothing without access to advertising revenue.Valuation relies upon perception.
Millions enjoy a free ride when it comes to news-sell items and watch the change!
Rupert Murdoch vs Young Turks.Which model will win?
The one that tweaks and Tweets and Twitters-or the one that sells on Amazon.com?
Check your KINDLE,your FIRE and your NOOK.READ ALL ABOUT IT!(on FACEBOOK!

so i took my poems down to OCCUPY

printed them LARGE TYPE on yellow poster board
handed them to someone i trusted so they would not be confiscated
then kidnapped a musician to RUTA MAYA.
He was tired/had been living with no sleep
through the random harassments of our APD
He needed to be in different company
among the wild flowers of poetry
So he went out on the side porch
where smoke rises from the hot talk
and he came in to listen to the words walk
in our Tuesday night indoor demonstration
At the end,i asked if he wanted to stay
He wanted to get back,so i drove him away
Gave him a library so folk might read
as they sit upon the steps of our futures.See!
how easy it is for the new to come through
All that OCCUPY needs-
is you...

i had a dream(and it was a wide screen movie

lit entirely by the fool moon
a pale silver white light suffused the frames
the night was clear as day/the plot was homelessness and war
i could barely remember more.EXCEPT that moon-
so bright she spilled in to my dream
and kept me awake until the morning
Is this the way our past lives screen?-
that we can only remember them
in full moon dreams?

BETTER HOMES&GARDENS

Master Gardeners designed the seeds /planted here
that rise as saplings,become family trees,and seed
more striplings who also rise in time/to be cut done
to make better homes and gardens.We all go
through cycles,and the trick is to release our leaves in season-
to compost and to mulch so that goodness is passed on to others.
Those libraries of leaves you carry as your dreams
need to find the eyes and ears of others
All that you have as roots  will join this earth-
better to let go the weight of tomes
before they join the debris piled on your streets
Once you are gone,no one is left to sing your song
all we can do is love,bless,then release
What are remembered gardens are ghost trees-
insubstantial,claiming only space and time enough
to let go and release,so we can see a new library shelf
full of new and better seeds-for better homes and gardens

life for one

hours of each day alone
at home alone/most of our life
link by blood origins or choice
still,times alone nest/wherein
we roost and plump pillows
read books /make solitary art
write to those with whom we share heart
adjustment allows meals for one/a cup of teabag
long dreaming nights in single bed
a world seen from a distance caring
for those in need/who may not ever see
single,solitary,we

SAILING SHIPS

Not just childhood miniature imitations
with paper sails and stick hulls for ponds
There were aged sailors who knew masts and ropes -
knots to hold their world together when wind and wave resist
Tricks to weave those canvas sails into a wild wind
they had stories like pipe smoke,drank the deep each night
Their bones are ashes now.Their ships in wrecker's piles.
I spent a year of life alongside POLLY WOODSIDE
She of sail with added engine/parked in Melbourne Port
(she would never sail Port Phillip seas again)
My elders parked in rest homes silent seas
They may never sail again/even willingly
They tell me stories of a time when men and ships were one
Of storms arising to challenge that sacred combination
And when i see an elder,silent,parked in harbor bed
I see another sailor in my head

Micky Rooney

Started off in black and white
short pants child actor
as he grew,he remained quite short
still in full length movies

Was with Judy Garland
both on screen and off
Gossip cemented that breakup
Creatures of Hollywood

Elizabeth Taylor in NATIONAL VELVET
had Micky as her co-star
He was always lovable
from afar

As movies colored,he grew pale
Old and fat balloon
There never was anyone else
like our Micky Rooney

when my father died(it was not easy

it was not easy when my father died
i had no one to talk to /only one who
understood was another whose father was also gone.
He shared with me his sense of loss-
how it does not diminish over time
even when we have left,our origins remain
And we are part of all that we remember
That is our task -to hold them to the Light
so they may pass as they were meant to
and we may also be released in time
Right now,the freshness of a shock remains
It grows larger as nights and days
when who we love is no longer with us
we become less(we mourn and grieve this
So here is a hug for the tears that will come
as volunteers/and the wailing
To let go is just the beginning
Harder to still love-and release...

assuming our whole world is mapped

accessible @anytime to anyone with secure access permission-
will it be as simple as recipes?To assemble is not to create-
product is not process/happily,not all choices are logged in
and there are spaces even GOOGLE dare not access.
SECURE passes @airports attempt to create a SAFE travel experience
yet the adaptability of hackers and disaffected ex-CIA field officers
shows why those in charge of intelligence agencies run governments,
and why black budgets and rogue agents create more than sci-fi scenarios.
Spies and moles are as real as that Russian ring,says John Le Carre
Unless and until we can trust those who have access to our codes and passwords
all projected visions of tech futures will be as provisional as our travel plans