life

life for you is from your point of view


life for me is from my point of view


ultimately life is just life

no matter what our point of view


such is how this situation seems to me

stocks

to make a profit when stocks are going up

seems natural to me

and just a human thing


to make a profit on stocks when they are going down

seems a perversion to me

love

as that word is expressed in our time

is a selfish possessive word

war is a stupid game

and wars popularity

says something about us humans


mostly about how ignorant we are


our stupidity is of monumental proportions


winning is just another way of losing


winning and losing

are two sides of the same nickle


as are pride and shame


one always leads to the other


and round and round we go

on this insane merry go round


or perhaps marry go round


courage is a false god

and bravery a cowards defense

what my father told me once

he told me that it looked to him

that i was about to let my alligator mouth

overload my canary ass


i have not called my father a liar yet


i still seem to be to me

the alligator mouth

with the canary ass


and that man spoke to me

the landing

what all birds have to do in their own time


we chickens have to lay our eggs

the mirical on 18th street

probably what i would call my life

if i had the guts to call it anything


or maybe the mirical on 23rd street

my cup has no bottom

that is a line i read somewhere a long time ago


and i still haven't forgotten what was said to me

if i had been a black person

i might have been a gospel singer

but i was a white person

and none of that crap we call capitalism worked for me


now i don't work anymore


i just be me as i can


we will see what comes next

some people are inclined to apologize for who they are

i am not one of them

i love life

don't claim to know why

i just can't seem to help it


it is not a real word to me

what we have shared

what life is all about

all creation

life loves all creation

as is lifes nature


most of us humans in my current time

find it very difficult to be open to all creation

much less loving all

human sexuality

there was a time that was a celebration of life

but that was a long time ago


our modern religions have pretty much put a stop to such experiences


and i personally consider that a crime against life


as is telling the children the devil will get them

if they don't do what they are told


there was a time the children were allowed to find their own way

but that was a long time ago

the question for us humans

most today seem to think that question is

what is wrong with you

and occasionally what is wrong with me


my question is what do we share

what do we have in common


the room usually gets very quiet about then

and the audience slips away quietly

and sometimes not so quietly


rejection is a cold and desolate placement

i have seen it so

praises sing

praises sing and night bells ring

all around this precious thing

places and faces and midnight races

all the while the nomad braces

more and more the onslaught rages

in the wind all ripped out pages

find me now  -  oh lord of love

we seek and pray thy long lost dove

will peace upon the land yet stand

must heart still face the burning brand

on and on the rage does rush

the bonds of shame a mighty crush

still the flame  -  it has not died

tho bled and fed on brutal pride

so far we hold the beach head slightly 

no longer bold and brave and mighty

battered troops once fresh and rested

now reel and waver  -  nearly bested

the hope that once so filled the heart

still lives  -  yet in the smallest part

tho battered  -  scarred and mortal weary

at dawn we stand to face the fury

no longer brave we could be called

but no  -  by god we shall not fall

to twisted minds that rule this land

with whip and chain  in brutal hand

we will not yield the sacred trust

nor feed upon the moldy crust

which the beast does offer gladly

all inflamed and grinning madly

tho tattered rag  -  thy flag once proud

and bleeding feet  -  tho head un-bowed

we face the dawn with shining faces

of doubt and fear there are no traces

for in thy time each heart does know

as life moves on its sacred flow

the soul of man will seek thy light

and move beyond this endless night

the whisper that i dimly hear

does speak that time may yet be near

oh yes  -  the force does feel some stronger

the soul cries out  -  not too much longer

the love long sought by this small band

does in truth feel near at hand

the stirring in the heart grows stronger

raging pain i feel no longer

the mission tho still unfulfilled 

will be complete as thou has willed

and light yet fill the hardest heart

thy love shall reach the darkest part

in time the sorrows past will fade

and truth regain this world you made

for as the story does unfold

eternal love each heart will hold 

i wish you and yours well


i wrote these words a long time ago

don't know where they came from

or where they have gone

yet they still inspire me sometimes


that and a dollar will get you a cup of coffee

as they used to say

here in the land of the lost

the human experience

we all come here and make our contribution

for better or for worse


and mostly we have different ideas of better and worse

because we don't see the unity of life

to control life

to attempt to control life

is to be in conflict with life

my birth day

i still do not remember that day

but it still does be with me sometimes


that lost moment i can't seem to forget

the iron birds fly around the sky

and life has become a lost art


i tried to be an iron bird

as did my wife


and we just sank to the bottom of the pool


which is where we met

we are all rich

and poor is just a state of mine

which could not possibly be so

we are all limited by what we are

that is what i see


out limitations define us

and life makes us go

being a man

my father showed me


i still struggle with being a boy


and i have been in this skin over 68 years now

the sparrows

those little birds out there

are more alive than most humans i have met lately


not so sure about me


mostly i seem to be a waste of time


but sure is a word i don't understand

being a girl

the modern world is making that very difficult


being a woman is almost impossible


as is being a man  


and the children suffer greatly

Marjory Miller

this was her house for a while

lying to the children

perhaps the greatest of all crimes

saturday mail delivery

we get less

the mail carriers get less

and the big people probably get a raise


such is the way it is here

people count for nothing

profit is the only god

Life

life is to be

and never be controlled



unless your just dumber than silly stuff

and can only learn by being silly and dumb

which is the path i chose


and there ain't no never


do what you can with  that


and "that" is not a real word

"it" is just a re-action


a re in act ment

and the girl is sacred

even if she doesn't know what sacred means