five to two

 five days of work
two of rest
routine is rigged
forced blessing

Concubines and paupers

 

Obsessed and neurotic
Fawning creatures
Near the courtyard
Overlit neon white sex hall

A lake peasants wade into
Speculate from the shore
Breeding optimsm in heart floating
Taste of rich arouses hubris

wives and concubines
competing for attention
to be the dream to be the pie
Love all had in common
caressing runs over them
in through emotion

Special food they are
Secret mystery of summer
Boredom of the winter
Peasants beg for food
Sex hall over fed
scraps scattered over muddy edge

Tehau

 Lost breeze
Beach abode
Belong somewhere
Unlost and wanted

Broken machines
searching for a garage
No urgent need for fixing
But for fear of rusting

No attention today
The world works long hours
You are still loved
You are held

When they are gone
The beach cradles you
Don't test it's love
let it be waves

Mother compassion

 Mother you are a big person
Not body comparison 
but compassion
teaching people how to feel something for humanity

Mother tenderhearted
Not weak or blubbery
But loving
teaching us not to lose faith in humanity

So close to understanding others
I'm forced to be far away
Men resigned and hardened 
unable to remain maleable

But Mother you remain soft and decent
Not accumulating of the evils in this world
As we all become embittered you still believe in good
Looking through the ugly and seeing the vulnerable creature

Attempting to lift them up
despite their disabilities
Mother you are the bigger person
How fortunate I am

After rain a thankful sky

 In the center of the cool morning
spaced out my eyes wind around the houses 
Observing the drying neighborhood after last night's rain
The squawking of the parrots cut through the calm

The waving and mild thrash of the palm fronds
Meters from My morning coffee and I
The distant droning of motorbikes spikes
Car humm the far away highways as rivers

The many greys and blues greeting each other
Congratulating each other after torrential rain at dawn
intermingling splotches and blotches raising the day
Thus the cool blessing of the morning reaches out to me

The gaps between clouds and each one a prayer
making it's way out of the morning
Thanking
The small things and big things 

A sigh on the halo

 I walk over the halo like a sigh
Skipped the bridge over life
Down below the commotion
fingers pointing blaming notions

I flew away from their rumours
Out of earshot of their clamour 
Light as air itself free of care
liberating the I unlearning fear

Not hindered by their simulated burdens
Not taken in by their concocted obligations
I walk a halo like a sigh
I don't even plan to die

Hide the million blessings 
Distribute it down to you
To those who look up in solid gratitude
For the little freedoms are a dear salvation

Nothing hitherto sound
Nothing further down
Bridge of life broken or not
I float this game, I recieve the lot

I have no real halo of my own
I dance the circle til God mulls
Mystical above my skull
tearing holes in the multiverse

Parallel worlds conspiring with me
Like fellow pirates hysterically
I can't fly but I navigate perfectly
where these dimensions overlap

I exclude you below who were once above
Not a whiff

Eye for the mountain

Eyes aglow for they are overtaken by forgotten truths
They bring me to where the mountains grow thick and cloud thin
To a world where time itself grows lethargic where I am the light

Forest roots drink of my memory, it's branches reach for me
swamps stench compounded in large carrion eating buzzards
Dead oak bark etched with a thousand lost desires

My arms spread out over, here the sun is sporadic
my nerves and veins sing here fibers of the land
stirring it up- time, heat, raw vision of these eyes aglow

The seriousness of these barren expanses, I the hot melt the hour
The lethargic movements slowly gather fierce momentum
Overtake forgotten truths evapourate the swamp

Build my kingdom a shaman of heavy mountains