Tag: poetry

The New Day is Now

Everything is new. Love is the triumph. The planet is throwing off its ugly old shell. The butterfly is emerging from the chrysalis. It’s wings are spread so wide open. A new day is dawning. Through birth pains there is new life. The butterfly soars into the air! It’s wings whip in fluttering ecstasy! It bounces through the air alive with the spirit of new imagination. And everything around echoes in concordance creating a symphony of exclamatory transcendence! This is the new day! Yes!

It is now.

Because we’ve had about enough of that crap, haven’t we?

Soar!

Wake Up or Just Go Back to Sleep

We are hurtling towards truth at blinding speed. We must choose to engage with life or go back to sleep. Life is screaming Wake Up! and so many people just want to snooze. We are creating this reality with our thoughts. It is our collective dream. We must download the correct software into our consciousness. The correct software is openness, fearlessness, bravery, courage, optimism, union, coordination, love, God, trust, sacrifice, honesty, communication, emotion, strength, gratitude, and glory. That’s just a start. Every life is precious. Go to the light of love and be awakened. It is waiting for you.

When I die and go up north

When I die and go up north
to the old black heaven in the sky
after wailing and burning here on Earth
there will be a room of congregation
where all us people
who spent our time languishing
in dirty one rooms
obscured by being just slightly different
in just the right amount of ways
in this room we’ll all just get together and laugh
and remember the cats that kept us company
and the oil paints and old beat up guitars
and scraps of paper with magic words
scribbled on them
and we’ll sing our songs for the others
and they’ll paint our caricatures
and a sonnet will capture the scene
when I die and go up north
to the old black heaven in the sky

Curves

There are some, whose fates are straight as arrows flying
never turning, lonely plodding
and their speed is marked in stolid stone
Then those others there are whom I know
whose gods having made their paths like serpents curved
arranged in strange caduceuses glowing
Thundered

GO!
Bathe the fires in your heart
ride the elements within your subtle knowing
be the beast your karma has been sowing
gaily like a dragon skip
to the ruined Albion beneath your pallid skin
raise some rusted sword you find discarded
for in your Adam, even Eve is lovely kissed

Some are straight, it’s true
but we’ve been blessed with all these curves
for after trudging up the lows and down the highs
we the free gave up and learned to fly

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