Mystery

 

 

Each of us

 

Eternity

 

Arts an sciences

 

Beth's Question

 An Answer to Beth’s Question

The heart inside
Demands a Gothic
Arched sentiments from organ pipes
Melodies expanding

Outside the moon
And tides that know subsiding’s not departure
Legend tells
That freedom keeps no womb
And choice
No umbilical considerations

4th of July

 Born on the 4th of July. Must have been a beautiful baby. Too young to really fall in love. Makin’ whoopee. Goin’ with him someday soon. The bells are ringing for me and my gal. D-I-V-O-R-C-E. I’ve got a crush on you. Love is lovelier the second time around. Body and soul. D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Alone again, naturally. Sometimes it’s hard to be a woman. Love is just around the corner. Everything’s coming up roses. Someone to watch over me. I did it my way.

Life

 Life is clouds

Reflected in pools of disappointment
Told in porcelain melodies
Chiming in the breeze
Of someone passing

Life is a perception
A silver-backed glass attitude
Interrupting infinity
In images collected
In grey resolve

Great Grandmother Died

 

Our Father/Mother

 Try this prayer.

Our Father/Mother who art in the Heaven within us, hallowed be all thy names. Thy Kingdom seen, thy will be Love on earth in all Love’s forms.
Give us to share our daily bread, and forgive us our human failings, as we forgive the failings of others.
Make us strong against temptation, and resolute in the face of evil.
For thine is the Kingdom, the Power and the Glory of Love.

Worker

 Most human civilizations, if not all of them, have been built on the abuse of the worker.

Human

 You learn what it means to be human when you understand love and suffering.

journey

 

Work

 The most menial work can be done with integrity, and the most important work can be done with greed and malice.

An artist says

 An artist says.

“I paid attention.”
“I saw beauty.”
“I made it tangible.”
“I’m on fire.”

Vietnam

 

War

 War

The cold, bloody axe
Splits them again, choosing hate
As their engagement

Peace is buried now
In decades of sand and dust
While deep fear takes root

Who will remind us
We are all human beings
And that is what counts

War is a failure
To speak for humanity
Letting weapons talk

Mounds of bloody flesh
Dead children in mother’s arms
Will not deter them

Children are fodder
Hostages are brutalized
No one thinks of love

This is human beings
Shedding their right to glory
For the choice to kill

The sane have no voice
The peacemakers are stifled
War’s engine prevails

This is all of us
What we keep choosing to be
Noble words seem cheap

Regrets

 Regrets:

I was not good enough at marbles, jacks, pea shooters and sling shots.
I didn’t experiment with my hair while I still had it.
I didn’t dance enough.
I didn’t fully understand Steenrod Cohomology Operations.
I didn’t make optimal use of my chest hair.

On Joseph Cornell

On Joseph Cornell 

Constellations mapped in starfish
Spheres explaining
Spirals from the edge of sky
Conclude, obscured
Things in proximity
Edge past the names of things

Obsessive in the coming
The vision won’t speak life, but dreams
Copulating
Then structures (intimate) cohere
And symmetry is replicated

Niches of happened things
Stacked perimeters
Bird, shell, arm of tree
Reflect on where the idea of it lives
Item-icon tooled
In flecks of story not his own

Answer this

 Trump supporters answer this.

If your children’s teachers spoke to them in the mean-spirited, name-calling, lying way that Donald Trump speaks to you, would that be acceptable?