The scooter

Return to glee
To small wheels sliding over smooth concrete
There's a degree of gladness
a percentage of feeling free

The errands, status, job title
Get out into the fresh air
away from these calculated recitals
Be on your own self fair

Kick along pushing yourself forward
another few meters closer to yourself
don't doubt there lies satisfaction rewards
A lick of the beaten track is a sour welt

Go beyond them, scooter moving like talent
further than their finish line
Get on those small wheels and roll valiantly
Or stay in the captivity of the grind

Before they send us

We watched our past lives like pets in boxes
We watched the earth and imagined ourselves being there
What would it like to be body bound
To live a reality that would seem so finite

In our boxes we moved
The large screen showing us the world
The great appeal and subtle convincing
from our contents to our membrane

There was such a surge of energy
one could call it desire
To plummet back to human existence
like a trip to the seaside for people who have only seen it in movies

For how many eons must we watch the earth
before our permission is granted to go there and experience life in a body
You could almost call it pining like a cripple from a window
looking down at an adventure park for so many busy children

Brilliant visions

Paradise a surreal spectacle

The large majestic waist high bathing pools
hundreds of meters wide
Filled with furnished habitats above the water
The elite had learned the secret to eternal life

Animal and plants cloned to invent strange new foods
Modern wealth, the people attached and their manner of creating miracles
The water transformed their existance

Her distress

She cries and the sound moves and shakes
There's a life of it's own in there as it lights up and dims
A sad city, sometimes sad cities are all we build

She cries in lingering colorful whimpers
Press your soul to comfort her distress
For this is unnecessary beauty

Putting yourself into the corner of the heart that is the sourest
Forcefully attempting to extinguish the dismay
And it levels out girl, bit by bit

Her sniffles sudden and dragging somber interludes
Her personal moans and mumbles
Comfort her distress if your soul be honest

Coast worm

The dirty stain of wet sand
 a worm wriggling sideways
All the way down the skyscraping coastline
hundreds of kilometers

In and out the tide, the time, the light, the dark the sea itself
it's surface a changing mask
the sea water churns and churns with all permission
on it's mission toward the shore

The dark wet sand communicates with the sky
Guidance between the water and land
A few drops heaven hurled
Permission to flood the coast

Access to a clean sea

The small creek that parts sand
ebbs toward the sea
it's full of plastic cups
And the insistent wind pushes more and more from careless hands

Children run through it
constantly interrupting it's flow
splashing and kicking
Yet the trash remains on the surface

The windy beach is dizzying
Sun umbrellas tumble in the wind
Is there no shelter
Why must the wind confront us so violently

Children's cries are muffled by tones of the provocative street music
The wind and the waves cannot hush or hide the mess on the sand or in the air

Unconditional learning

The trials of everyday
pulling us under or throwing us over
Experiencing life is daily slap on the face
a wake up call

The trials lead us to reflection
some of it useless and painful
some of it sustaining and healthy
Over years and years our spirit calls for wisdom

Yes that damage control magic
So we don't relive our mistakes for another decade

Cloud gossip

The clouds collect
as the train doors open
Crowds of homeless assure each other
the carnaval will be glorious
Eyes lit up and hands together but pointed down as if contrary to prayer

The stench of factory gases following me down firestone avenue
I never wondered how the name itself was hellish
The clouds huddled closer as if to tell secrets about the sun
Huddled in such that the dark blue grey appearance
hid all evidence of them once being separate entities

Now it was a mass one bad omen public advertising for bad news
by clouds that conspire

Saint carnaval

Baby hills broken out in shacks banana Palm frond surrounded
The uneven roads patchy and scratched, road train trodden
But a mile from the port city

Fleck tile buildings lichen coated terracota rooves
Breeze owned by the basin's humid climate
Old bakeries their signs stained and misspelt
Thou the bread would make the mouth melt

Thick jackfruit shrubs encroaching on the sidewalk
Green thick well dressed highway men
Mango's shade the sidewalk
 where tired mothers offer their arm bound infants
breasts or bottles to cool and nourish them from the heat

The young pretend to invent themselves again
Following the same hand me down gimmicks
Like lost widows they try to escape themselves
Those drums and those colorful costumes
distract and seduce and flatten the early youth
Shattering their rational thought for the week

Avoid those apologies

Secure the hand
those fingers forming mouths
jittery mind impulses demand
ignore that voice that wraps itself around the bottle

Out of the poorly raised
Sudden bursts of rage sting
The arm hungers to throw though is not brave
the ears anticipate greedily for the shattering

Drop that bottle you won't miss it
love is a likely friend
it's hand is on your wrist
A gift so great, yet maybe never seen

drop that bottle
never deliver that apology

Why, she embarked

Up to the curb where she waits for the bus
Bright future ahead, shade from trees overhead
also the gift of birth and take care of your children
The sweet maintainers of the future one day to bury us

She held her books to her chest
university breeze
I yelled out with every wistfully clogged ventricle
heart pushing blood out into my body, as I voice into street

she paced more quickly now the buses down the hill converging
her cheeks, my kissing cloth hidden from sight
her eyes, almost bearing little pearls to the pavement
hurrying knees and she embarked

A lifetime in the slamming of a door

The mini van is going to pull away
Big barns for sale
home décor and the whole world is renovating
Roads closed so stay at home

Wander to the neighbors window
Sneak a peak from behind a tree
and if you have a full bladder set yourself free
Lost old souls obsessed with origins

The mini van door is closing
That sliding trembling roll before the kick
shaded window and they're off
But the sunset is not death

form the concept of a home
The physical structure of a house
take the rest for granted
When the work has gone it's movement and seemingly divine purpose...

And out come close friends and family the mini van unloads
The doors open and close dragging and slamming like a lifetime
imaginings of the deathbed visitors trouble
Their "How are you feeling today" obligatory inquiry

She put down her bag

Winter sun was low but high enough to capture her face
and give it to me
Yes my...   Maira
And she recognized me

We came to be
together
We came to love
and bit by bit moved obstacles and cleaned the floors
By the end we left as two people sharing a unity in the heart

Winter sun was low
but I still wanted to meet her
Our backgrounds and foregrounds were obsolete
Nothing stood in the way

In the middle of the courtyard where she appeared in front of me
surrounded by shade
We came to talk, my Maira and I
to throw sparks in a cross-hall flirt

I forgot my ambitions
and she put down her bag
and we met each other
and love was brought into being

Comfort to the atheist

This is all there is then,

there is no afterlife, no special god.

no religion no spirituality.

So what is your nature?

To take time to experience joy at the world

or hate?

If this is all there is we must take advantage, mustn't we?

Is hate a feeling or a desire?

Is it worth remaining in peace or more satisfying to judge?

What is the bonus of living free and whole from the millions of selective evils we may choose to ponder and become outraged about.

If there is no afterlife?

Can joy replace these heavy feelings about people who preach destruction.

Or is a joy just a ridiculous word connected to the idea of attainable happiness.

God finds us, after we find love

Dance your dance