Substance

I recall in the Early Days of My Life …

I was Looking for Something, without
realizing I was Looking for Something.

In high-school, I hung out with a group of distracted mischevious trouble-makers. One evening, I sat down with a good friend amidst beer, cigarettes and Jim Morrison, and we began to talk. Somehow, our conversation drifted from the ‘usual’, high-school-age-kid-stuff, to stuff a little more ethereal and abstract.

We began talking about Time, about Space. About our place in the Universe. About the Apparent Emptiness of Things, the Vastness of the Unexplored.

I remember my Ears pricking up, like a German Shepard who finally hears a long-lost Voice.

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Bliss

Bliss

You are unending

You make me smile

and serenade you

I am a feather;

if I don’t breathe out

I will lift up

elevate

You are the light

that turns on

when the mind

turns off

You are the gift

that keeps on

giving

but doesn’t give up

You are the laughter

that

softens the

colors of time

You are everything

And you are nothing

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Lucky You

lucky core
big inside you
flannel & gold
a weave that is true

lucky bird
inside that cage
seasons have passed
and so we age

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Bad people and me in life, death, and rebirth.

The wind’s will wishes you not. For it switches you ever which way it would blow. You point past the peaks and say go.
 
It makes shapes of scapes and says no. rebirthYou work and prod and pull and full, you say ho! But then the sails for which your rails were meant to fill, now fall with no frill and you say, oh.
 
Left chaste, debased, with cause to erase the chase and the case you held against your own wind of sin and sorrow sown, you blow and blare into the air in hopes that you might know. Now freed to peace in pieces and ceased you then begin to grow.
 
What shapes and scapes that rapes the fate of places which we go? Too many names are there that blow the air and cheat its mighty row. I’ll keep attention in one direction and tell you when I know. Or keep an eye upon the sky until then when I go.
 
Then say what’s fore, belief found core, and un-envelope once more.
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Space and Spots

Space and Spots. For you just dots. But please let me play.
Space and Spots. To you just plots. But please let me stay.
Space and Spots. In you it rots. I can’t just walk away.
Space and Spots. Perhaps like knots. Can unravel it you say?
Space and Spots. It in no way nots. You are here another day.
Space and Spots. With your pans and pots. May we feast without delay.

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