Thursday, May 20

day wages; going once... twice...

the bidness will start at 0:dark:30, every day

where is that place you go to buy a politician
is it on the broker's floor
in their hardened-thought drug kitchen
can i buy a fat one out at eBay
can i get a breeding pair
will they take it up the ass on credit
just after all their secrets bare
don't need one for the long term
couldn't find one if i did
just need it to not be sleeping
with worms beyond
the ones inside their head
i need a target for my impulse
to be unruled by idiots
and i figure if i owned one
i could laugh at two-faced splits.


letters unposted in haste

i guess i write letters to the one who, in my life, will make a difference to me...

light up this fight club song: mindfully fiercely in F#

[dip your wick into the ocean
coated thick in tar ball lies
bring about a revolution
light it up behind your eyes]

take a step into your future
move your feet on your demand
place your mind in what is heart sure
be complete in where you stand


what is held out from the center
is returned and paid in full
by compound'd interactions
undefaulted - never dull


plant a garden from the harvest
of the bounty of the heart
so those hunger'd weeds of joyless
moments will not get a start


in the falling of these fiery rains
on cresting waves of novelty
in this standing moment stake a claim
and bring about it clean and free

[dip your wick into the ocean
coated thick in tar ball lies
bring about an evolution
light it up behind your eyes]


Monday, May 10

the sound, on one hand

light-hearted Sabda silliness: robustly in (437, 573, 828 nm) A flat, D flat, A flat

crowboys and ninnyans sitting on a hill
what doesn't make you stronger may ac tu ally kill
and if the song is over before you go to sleep
may the sound of it continue in your company to keep

there are so many of the clues around to brighten up your day
that to pick up only one or two may kilter off your way
and bring about a wobble that is harder than a stone
that rolls on top of scratching heads and crushes to the bone

the sound of one hand clapping is composed in many keys
that make up certain actions based on certain frequencies
in the sounding of the full blown chord as little girls and boys
this en-octave-ing will shine out while love spotlights you in joys


Friday, May 7

light another and then two

tending embers of a fire if you will

may we all pick up the thread
woven tightly in our head
to gently pull it to the heart
where love's deep silence has it's start
anchor peace inside of you
let it flow now into view

may the quiet sounds of life
bring about a shift in strife
that we, fully and awake,
shatter hatred and then break
it's grip on others as we grow
may that peace inside now flow

what one candle lit can do
is light another and then two
from each of those will sooner come
greater light rivaling the sun
then within this light we'll stand
as we share love across the land

i've lit my own light that's still small
to offer it's flame to one and all
and tip it outward to the wick
of any candle you might pick
anchor peace inside of you
let it flow now into view


Saturday, May 1

un-spoke'd wheel

he says, she says, we all fall down: a jumping rope song in G#

not He
not She
not even only Three
not seven in committee
not nine in councilarity
nor as found mathematically
in 64 tetrahedrony
nor none of all the things may be
in language spoke symbolically
of That seen only in polarity
when Mind-Will-Love knows divinity