real life drama

There is something more important
than hating our brothers —
saving our planet and the very possibility
of our lives.
For you apocalypsists, praying for
The End of Days:
so suicidal?  You can easily end your world
without imposing on we who want to
survive.
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Intro Missive

Intro Missive
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I wake up; I am what?
How do I be?  What can I do? What is my mission,
or necessity?  Is this I a being, a meaning, a part of a plan?
Will there be happening?
What next?
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Wheels and fields of visions, infinite recession,
intricate decisions embedded, embroidered,
successes, negations, bright blue infused warm
breeze – at play above rustle of green.
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Summer leaves burn into firebright mottle,
fall and fly, darkening sky, woodsmoke, porch lights,
soft etch of letters on windowbreath.
Soft touch of wandering tears, brushed aside.
Smile to teakettle’s song and throw a little jig to say:
we settle here, make a dance of each day,
crumble to rest.
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There is more, much more, little and wide, hidden
inside mind folds secret/scarred/set free.
Look, see, immerse and imbibe, understand —
wattle in layers of seaweed, sand, brittle shards,
magic glass of prophecies and transcendent art.
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My will wanders.  I shall abide.  Await reply.

shaken and stirred

Snakes & stones
& Dr. Bones.
Worlds of lies
within my eyes.
A chance to fake
a drunken wake
for romance forsaken.
Doorways to more ways
to choose
Fool’s paradise.
Ritual demands payment,
naked supplication,
rhymes intoned thrice
for Momma
for Poppa
for babes wandering in the woods
from salvation.
Deep in enchanted mist,
touch the veil
along the cortex,
dissolving reason.
Points detach from
space-time-memory.
The puzzle reformulates.

going live

live
look for answers when that feels like free entertainment
look for questions when those answers fail to thrill
look for special secret sparkling rays of mystery
or study history
or learn the ways of wizardry
dance, sing, get into the swing of days and nights,
human rights, and the lessons of mistakes,
or just embrace each moment, then let go
It’s not about what you know, but what you feel;
nothing’s real — enjoy the show

Midsummer Dream

Midsummer Dream
 dream to awaken
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Send and heed this call:
expand those magical times
we take a break from
our oh so important war
(of all against all)
to invest in humanities,
philosophy, worship of beauty,
practical caring for the poor,
for future prosperity,
for awesome imagining
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dancing dervishes beckon,
blessed in soaring song
our every wish released in
raucous play, rollick and sway,
express this day of reckoning as
peace and fun, this magic time for
every one and each to find our bliss
and never want nor need wars’ tortuous
lessons
again
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forging a book of spells

forging a book of spells
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Macabre danse, dark leaves in high wind.
Swift time to ask that boon of wizardry,
to recite or seize at magic’s will or mine.
To speak, demand, one must first understand
or stand under what’s to come from ignorance.
Breathe leaf and wind, their essence;
skillfully dream peace and blessings;
dance lightly within the danse.
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Summing, coming to conclusion, studying illusion.
wisp ghosts grasp without touch, lick viscous tears,
slip, drift, dissolve.
Obscured signposts, numb of cold insists:  There!
hope for succor, for warm reception – just a silly scare
a sullied scar, a bully war, a stab of sorrow.
Better sums tomorrow, less confusion …
more resolution.
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Dream dance surreal city stage, above
skylights, twinkle eyes of play romance,
swingtime love.
To feel explosive-ecstatic alive,
swirl, swoon, dive, with grace and awe.
Twirl akimbo in free fall, no walls, no floor —
air embraces.  Smiling Moon face beams in stasis,
gleeful spirits dip and sway a’flight
this enchanted night.
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Judging character by outward attributes:
words for their letters,
men for their skin,
women for their pulchritude.
Long, dark robe obscures; eyes fixed on mis-painted sky,
false light of convenient ignorance.
When he who decides is he who profits,
packaging rules.
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Hold pattern sewn so deep within, rip to open.
See, infection seethe, angry demon nest.
Deathgrin infestation decades in
screams destruction, roils, licks with pestilence.
Breathe, smile to invite connection; tightly hold,
rip out and close.
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Wilderness encroaches, but not that natural friend.
Cold, no encouragement for motion, loner’s frigid emptiness.
how was a prison made of
ambition to widen wisdom?  Where went that golden prize
promised to the bold?
Old inspirations, imaginary wilds, heroic rambling tales
of bravery betrayed –
River runs ‘til dammed, then festers in its own demise.
Ogres’ tale sold to deny extrication from stagnation.
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Desperate to feel delightful, levity.
Weight of desolation keeps inner space,
outer demarcation, oppressive, deadly dark.
In sunless depths, shadows can not be seen for reasoning.
Icy breath, unable to penetrate, offer calm effects.
Longing reach for elation, elevation, spell of illumination
— loving touch of smiling stars.
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Cosmic powers, inhale starlight, eternity.
Release mortality, from root to falling leaves.
Move out, above, beyond denial’s bond.
Visions of boundless darkness call, catch hold,
carry like song, an endless sonority.
Wrapped in skeins ecstatic and fine,
guided past destiny.
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War exhumes murder of that other you
the bad wolf child who mother banned
Banshee fled to far-flung lands seeking
freakish friends, fiendish plans for revenge,
memory enemies to stomp, squeeze, bleed.
Where were you when she died inside you?
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Dark, distant images
indistinct, not a sign.
Or a sign of indecision,
others’ visions, or mine?
Silent, stagnant river
won’t reply to my tears.
Cold blood, frozen limbs
no longer carry on from here. 
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Windstorm

Wind whipping through branches.
Trees cheer, salute, dance into twilight.
My breath catches, holds, wisps away.
Moment to moment is what holds, shapes,
contains, expanding time-space.
Nervous laughter, diaphragm jumps.
Interpretation:  deadening or delight?
Wind has Her say, speaks in eloquence,
wanton destruction on an exhilarating ride.
Wind laughs heartily, nothing denied.
Mind, matter, heart, soul caught in time-space
breathes wind with Her ancient knowledge,
newly minted secrets,
wilding ways.

Touch grace and Be Blessed

Touch grace and Be Blessed
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In closing moments of late year light,
clouds sinking afire into horizon’s shore,
visions shielded by day from instinct’s sight
fading into pre-sleep’s grey
this resplendent night, under glory
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Beneath encircling sky, snow bright,
sparkle of lights over open fields, meteorites to wish upon.
Snowflakes twinkle, lightly, winter is falling.
White lace rolls
down  hillside.
Breath clear crystal cold,
warmed by deep blood flow,
free in a world alive
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Taste fresh flurries, festive, blurry, fun.
Imbuing, with good will well begun,
the joy of being.
Hillock play, a school on holiday.
Swirls of mystery invite hot drinks,
warming tales.
Wonders of will,
wild like the sweet blaze
of intensity.
Fire to carry, light the path
of truth in darkness.
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A very long time ago, on a cold and windy winter night,
a friend told me: open up to the cold and feel it,
don’t resist — it is really warm.
On those nights when I remember and try, it is.
— Certainly there was frost, mesmerizing lace of snow.
Brisk movement, the kind that meditative walks through
streetlamp shadows demand, sufficiently bracing.
That Winter spanned several degrees of
latitude and longitude.
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Turned into a shimmering poem —
   By firelight – light of the moon.
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Close a solid door; enjoy the fire,
warm, reminiscent of
the peace we fight for.
May emergent light mark the way.
Cold is no foe, compels faster exercise,
rapid ride through broad expanse.
Arise to dark’s deep blessing.
Attuned to far light’s potent message.
Spirits imbue damp, fresh scent.
Words melt, evaporate, flavor brew
of ancient melodies, renewed
each follow of enchantment’s call.
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Be at peace.
Breathe in frigid wind
to warm in secret private seasons.
Breathe out
a better world.
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Caught in the wilds,
fresh breath a mist of spirits
in the wind,
dancing spinning
chill elegance into
prescient dreams, beyond question,
beyond desire.
Timeless.
Cold as death,
yet lively dancing,
snowflakes veiling vision
into clarity.
Coalescence of blessings
like merry fire sprites dancing warmth
into this Winter’s night.
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