All is one

All is One, All one is, One is All,
                              One all is.
Is all one, Is one all,
Everything you need to understand,
Seen in a fire.
Items in the fire, they have a past,
Who cut that log, tossed the twig,
What tree grew them,
Where was this organism,
The nourishment of it,
What decomposed its remains,
Consequently, I have a fire,
Where will its products go,
I set the reaction in motion,
The power of this combustion,
Where will the carbon dioxide rest,
What organism will absorb it for food,
We are born of and in life,
We use life to sustain ours,
And when we can no longer,
We sustain life.
All is One, One is All, All one is.

10/10/12

The comforting warmth,
Splits the cold in all your bones,
As love, when in need.

Saturation, dirty word,
Leaves the lips on wing,
Dripping with vigor,
Yet you find yourself,
Cut once again from it,
As if it was dancing to tease,
Frigid reality diffusion,
Through the being of the soul,
Orchestras blasting away,
And yet, it seems alright.

Autumn in Milwaukee

A new and final Autumn has arrived,
Leaking of crimson licking gold,
Breezes risen, reaping the lives of leaves,
O how to explain this natural beauty,
Light spectra, biochemical analysis,
Plain paints, or abstract philosophies,
Autumn caught my blind eyes,
Wrought out over the span of skies,
This Milwaukee prize, this fall,
What a thing it is to reside in it all,
Wisconsin in metamorphosis,
And it transpires while no one watches,
Suddenly the beauty will change,
And bring the longing winter winds,
Towering buildings as mountainous range,
The land moves because it rescinds. 

9/29/12

What is it to be harmed,
to suffer at the profit of another,
and be unaware of your situation?

How can such atrocities arise,
in cities of a risen peoples,
who look forward in consciousness?

Winners and losers, power,
dichotomic worldviews inbred,
perpetual stagnation, hint of change.

Facets, Mere Facets

Feeling ill daily, often prolonged,
This festering wound binding my eyes,
Closing off perceptions past nature,
Travel down this mountain pass,
Wearing only these spiritual robes,
Attempting to break the barrier,
Carrying a limp figure cradled,
Acute or obtuse in the total breath,
As it slips out and becomes visible,
In this cooled winter air,
Crisp, as a fresh apple, and refreshing,
That turn turns again in terms of internal,
Shifting with a swift accuracy,
Which leaves me with something new to learn,
Climbing down that cliff all adrift,
Wishing there was a true ending.

Now question if you made the right choice,
This direction denied inspection through this voice,
Lay down, victim, to this chosen path,
Don't dwell on what could have been,
Let not one tear fall in the name of this,
No matter how it is to crave her kiss.

just a few thoughts i had the other day

Constant random recontextualization towards the release of all minds held back by the restraint of common belief.  As just the adolescent doubts past the extent of cultural fixations, so does the disillusioned socially stricken self critical seeker.  Words are nothing and belong to no one individually, thus justified the stripping, ripping and repasteing we all do in everyday conversation.  This can hardly be considered our essence though, even if it is a consistency of our nature.  In this culture of change as consistency, navigation and wading still rarely take precedence. What is rare was once common and what is common will become rare. 5x4x3x2x1(I am a thinking thing.)

8/27/12

Looking back at those daze,
A familiar sound I taste,
Those nights we spent together,
Month after month together,
Your silken body on my bed,
Shimmering with moonlight,
Dripping in sweat afterwards,
And my ungreatful mind,
Keeps pullin' chains at me,
While I now sleep alone.

Waking everyday in stillness,
Everything exactly as it was,
Drifting through this life,
With dreams of you here,
Drilling and pounding away,
You can't hammer a screw,
You can't screw a nail,
But you can love a lover,
Jokes n Jokes n Jokes,
It's like a theatrical show:
The Biggest Test (a metaphysical journey of emotional proportions!)

That last month killed me,
Just tore at a bleeding heart,
Separatists by daylight noon,
Passionate lovers by midnight moon,
And if you never forgive me,
I understand. Honey, I understand.