Blown Up Big

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In Life
you need
to get your
mindset right
to make sure
before you fight
or take flight
that your anger
is justified

To do so
you must realize
as one wise
there’s greater context
of being and seeing
everything infused
with the same weight
of meaning

The broader state
of mind is to take
it all into account
before judging
shaming or throwing
out
all the good
that can amount
to a reconciled accounting
ensuring you don’t frown
stamp around
announce “your out!”

Remember
all that is
in the life you live
isn’t worthy of being
blown up big
everything’s small
in the grand scheme
after all

So you decide
in a moment
choosing how you
react

Do you attack?
or just sit back?
when you know
you act
with compassion
for yourself and
everyone else

Its tantamount
to your health
to avoiding hell
and keeps your
relationships well

It starts with
forethought
it doesn’t take
a lot
and before long
you’ll know
everything is big
or little
as you so make it
all you need
is the right
perspective

John

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John
he’s turned
seventy

Charming
and sweet
he’s pretty neat
his smile
is easy
in coming
and fun to see
he is quite lovely
and quirky
he’s always been

earthy

manly
he does
he stands
he plants
he mows
what grows
he prunes
he projects
like only
Dad can-do
he’s a free spirit

happy

he’s modeled
to my brother
and me
what it truly
means to live
life

successfully

Hiding There

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Who speaks
with integrity
sharing views
heavy

When
what ensues
is telling

Life exposes
what lies
in one’s dwelling

Whether
life delights
or unfolds
to behold
hellish
ness

Chaos created
from the mind’s
mess

Time defines
the lines
that test
whether the words
that caress
are honest
or careless

Cause
to make
right choices
in which
voices
to invest
and which
creates noises

Toying

Creates thrust
fast forward
toward
the horrid
torrid
riding the torrent
we either
glide
or work
to get hurt
hurtling onward

The drive
to hide
behind
we decry
the unjust
claiming
to be helpless
is selfish
indulgence
complicit
involvement
in the spirit
of stupid
ignorant
recklessness

And that’s ok
but beware
of what
ending
you’ll find

Hiding There

Storytellers

StoryTellers

Spinning tales
storied in song
echoes of
another echelon
from a time
long gone
a reprisal
of rising strong
strung
to strum
and sing
along
in fun
creatively
carrying on
telling truth
and tragedy
but not dogmatically
inhabiting
the beautiful
space
in between
tuning
and tuned
we three
relay
sight unseen
visions haunting
songs charming
heart-warming
love stories
the explorers
los exploradores
have progressed
ever forward
as

The Storytellers

Erin

Erin

Woman
friend
caring
charming
her smile
disarming
isn’t pretend
she offers
no pretense
she just
understands
an extends
a hand
an open
heart
she’s deep
wise
and smart

A teacher
in every regard
whether she’s
connecting with kids
– our societal discards –
offering them
a fresh start
if they
see truly
and work hard

-or-

To friends
whom she offers
her fine art
baking cakes
she celebrates
with taste
chocolate frosting paste
encased and made
the Erin way
with love
always

Success

Scott Playing

 

What defines
how we spend
our free time
whether
we receive
or require
whether
we are
an object
of desire
or are
hourly
for higher
and with
whom we
can conspire
and what
we find
to inspire
when aligned
we fly
with friends
standing by
we magically
contrive
grow wise
and rich
through experience
we try
we exist
life grows
rich
when we sit
in the seat
of success

We rise
and rest
doing our best
to perform
at every test
we smile
we cry
we walk outside
we eat
apple pie
and make love
in the night
we live
in the light

When we
live right
with foresight
we rise
through clear
blue skies

Squalor

Skid Row

Tonight
a current
brought me
closer
to a
world
chaotic
and explosive
wild
and ferocious
primitive
and yet
there it
was
and is

Living right
beneath
these mean
city streets
the humanity
of a scene
so unfiltered
and unclean
abject depravity
a gravity
weighing
a culture
egregiously
tweaked
I couldn’t
have believed
if I had
not seen
the dream
is leaving
a wake
in a state
of
squalor

Every Feather You Find

Feathers

 

Every feather
you find
can beheld
to define
the spirit
divine
the confluence
of space
and time
weaving
a tapestry
of

a
rich life
like mine

where with
presence
of mind
precise
and fine
black
off the back
or wing
of some
mystical being
evidence
of magic

its all
happening

coincidence
coincidental
synchronicity
imagining
manifesting
in a manner
of being
worldly
perceiving
the receiver
of gifts
deepening
meaning
delivered by
the unseen
fleeting fleeing
of a friend

the feathery
kind

sublime
designs
patterns
defined
in flight
alive
with spirit
aligned alight
rays of
light
through
the air
they swoop
and climb

Owl
flies high
by night
clairvoyant
magic
in black
and white
unheard
in flight
but with
talons
that might
meet prey
who don’t
pay
attention
to omens
in dreams
or meditations
the only
safe
occasions
for meeting
owl’s piercing
stare

Hawk
a medicinal
thought
a totem
seen
seeing
higher
and closer
to the light

Freedom
from ego
heralds
their cry
calls
to behold
act bold
as opportunities
unfold
into views
that renew
spirit
anew
soaring through
time

Raven
carries magic
flying connected
and aligned
drawing toward
ever forward
empowering us
onward
with healing
the synchrony
and symmetry
of spirit
energy flowing
knowingly
expressed
systemically
alchemically
emerging
a ceremonious
phoenix
rising
re-birthing
as we
walk on
finding
his tail
a tale
of true
beauty

Find That Switch

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Find that switch
that starts the itch
life is slipping through your grip
this crazy fucking trip
is getting ready to R.I.P.
review life’s clips
to learn from the tips
that fall from the lips
like wisdom that drips
as a ball is pitched
learn to make life rich
in love not in the pits
swim downstream like fish
to live in perfect bliss
don’t fail or miss
opportunities that criss-
cross your path, don’t diss
learn to laugh, cherish
every experience high impact
make a self-pact
for what’s lacked
in a shallow moment’s path
live deep your epitaph
reads, “He loved, he laughed
He carried not wrath
but compassionately he craft … ed
a good life, present and past.”

Don’t wait till its passed
get up off your ass
give that couch its last blast
of passing gas
stop denial in its tracks
and attack! attack!  attack!
or better yet

attract!  attract!  attract!

nothing ever lasts
live life to the very last
gasp
this is your task
its very little for God to ask
you to bask
in this bastion
put heaven
in your heart’s oven
become very loving
and you’ll really start
living
by becoming a giving man
not measured by hands
but for your life stands
don’t let it end
without making amends

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A Bowmaker’s Hands

Ole Kanestrom, Bowmaker
An evening
of interview
with
the creator
of mystical
experience
wrought
a deeper
significance
of what
you find
at the confluence
of man
and genius
he plans
crafting parts
he starts
to work
wood
planing
a hexagonal
shape
to unveil
a sound
made true
under
the purview
of a
bowmaker’s
hands
through the
sensitivity
to understand
the needs
of wood
carved
to reed
horse hair
strung
to meet
strings
to create
melody
the beauty
of crafting
where ebony
meets ivory
to sing
elicit
and relate
a player’s
take
on a tune
the Muse
to music
Is
hand made
resonance
with deep
intent
meant
to elate
the musician

and

the men
and women
who truly
listen
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