Seeking

Into a warm place

The day is climbing

Sun spraying like a laser

It is not the seventies anymore

There is a new beat

There is smaller deal

Can you feel

Break the weapons

Smash them

Smash them

Clear the wide wide open

That is coming.

Goof poem

We need a nun invasion

Tall ghostly nuns with big eyes

Wearing steel plated combat boots

It is their time

This is their big year

The nuns are marching in

The white flags a flying high

On their heads are butterfly's

Their hands grab the napkins

Clutching for forgiveness

They have small hands

Hands to heal

They are ready.

Some nuts

What is one hour in the mind of death?

Crazy question perhaps 

And the Iliad was a wargasm

The greeks loved a good war

Good wars?

Now that is an interesting concept

For someone with a dumb ass mind

And can you really talk with someone 

Who thinks they are God

Can they ever clean up their heart?


They can

I am a believer

People can do amazing good

I'm sure.

The nightmare days are not laughing

They are growling 

Teeth like fangs

In those days like nights

No one ever showed me the true night

I never knew there could be light

I could have myself a money delight

In some big box mirage

Or some service hands

Only a real woman can

Take this mad land and make it right

I am tired of the days 

Tired of their nights

And we pretend it is fine

We lie

There is no such power

That can defy capitalism and 

Bad weather.

Some stones need smoothing

Sometimes I watch ripples

And sometimes they echo

Wishing on luck

Doesn't just work

Got my telescopic vision

Says thing are really different

And I get ready for nothing

Just the same disappointment

Just the doctor on vacation

Could hit my funny knee

With a hammer

That and more

Excuses galore.

Angels can stay in their places

Stay in their caves

Holding onto crystals

And I have a heart for shiny things

Oh I have a heart

Leaping and dancing

I have a place where diamonds are

So

You know I am always at home

You can dream with a dream

So

You can be a dreamer

A dream girl

It never makes for a good swim

But it's heaven

It is

I got the American Dream

And nobody knows

They can't see it

Even though

So

If you weren't sure

And I am.

I was never much for bubble gum

Not a gob stopper fanatic either

Sugar has to be right

Rolling around on her

Sugar hides the light by her bedside

Taffy 

Now that's more like it

Now she's taffy

She has many flavors

Including water melon

And in the summer I'll be there

Watching the boats go by.

Blue skinned witches in black

On the lake side

There eyes hard to see

Under the cat's eye moon

Mixing the waters by the waters

Delving into the blue light

Seeing something 

Past the something

That had fooled the masses

Even the masses.

Mixed World.

No prison makes sense

And behind bars

And the hearts

Held in chains

As the animal lives

It desires one thing

Brains

Brains

Lots of brains.

I felt that you felt 

Which was so long

The night went on

The dream window

Blew open to you

For you

So

You might feel more

For more days

For something wonderful

For something special

Something great

Would God take this away

And would God just look the other way

As if us humans were not capable enough

That we could not even grasp something

Something so simple

And so beautiful as love.

Smooth clouds cover eyes

Nothing touches

So the sounds get empty

Empty as an empty glass

Lifting it

Fills the drink

The thinking drink

Thoughts of water

And waterfalls

And phone calls

With cell phone

On a cellular level

Where knowing happens.