innocence

every pleasure is a decrescendo
this would be the symbol >

if within your mind all thoughts
imposed no importance:
one one one
reason for living

if the space that took each breath
let the pictures fly
as if moving
and nothing stayed
long enough to be decided

what would you be doing next?

leap into the future

if you don't ask you don't receive
if you expect nothing you will get it
if you discard something that isn't working
something better will come along

mostly, it's about courage and not
being afraid to change what is

radical ends of the bell curve

Today in India
devotees
trampled one another
when iron fences
collapsed outside
a temple
as they attempted
to attend a religious
festival

it sounds vaguely
like capitalism
to me..

who would like
to be first as wealthy
or enlightened?

poking a hole in the blogosphere

maybe it's time today to stop
linking my words to sites that pay
someone else

you guessed it, this blog is a dairy
and I note the events of life
as though it's a journal

think of the worthless prattle that
doesn't inspire and how it harps
on the same old problems?

after all
we're in a new renaissance
and those of us who know it
should be entertaining
delightenment

it's a new era and a posh,
delicious life
awaits you

romancing the Celts

listen, the fiddles play as one
the dance waves a jig across green fields
in the town a celebration mocks the mundane
this is what Beethoven said in Symphony 6.

if you know the difference
music without passion is a farce
but having so tames the soul

let it take you
there is no danger,
and dream of ribbons flowing
down her back as she dances
sparks fly from her feet
if you listen

from Saturn and Neptune

it feels like a stretch of my independenation
how I thrive on muses and can play all day
without hearing a note from another
the manifestation of future needs calls my attention
and often I don't want my groove interrupted.

they say love is a wave that enters a vessel called us
and we invite it, but the book of love poems felt like
bait in a seeming mess of wet clay named she
oh yes, we should never think of anyone as separate
but if I chose to sustain myself on wet dirt
poverty would surely be my Achilles heel

the mention of heel makes want to run as far and fast
as I can, so I board my hover craft metaphorically
and await the decision

I just want straight talk and no games of how love is
coerced into my life, please tell me what you need
or learn that I'm giving it now if you could only listen
begin to understand that it isn't me you're
seeking, the connection is to the source and how
we were taught to wear out each other instead of
connecting to the massive energy being given
from heaven

I think it was a myth just to keep us
busy and guilty, because guilt is worth
so much in the coffer.

ignoring the chances

so you're proud that you've set boundaries
regarding our relationship which began as blood
long ago, what I'm hearing is I love you
with no obligation, and love has
two aspects entwined, the feelings of our hearts
and responsibility to show up and be connected
with something other than words.

it's just uncanny to me that you say it all the time
If there is something I can do, let me know.
It became an ambiguous anthem designed to pacify
so you can leave the things you don't want to face.
But no, I'm not going to let you drop
an opportunity to heal.

I've inherited the right to be ignored
which passed from my sister to my father
I'm telling you I don't want it,
I deserve better than that.