By Fire Of Moon

Electric Fishtank: An Inquiry Into Progress

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In Meditation

Begging for Peace,
sudden or gradual,
is work never finished.
Expect nothing, desire less
for we're proven fools.
That is my life, anyway,
which houses me.

Sudden or gradual
peace comes round
building noble ecos
after foot of man
has stamped petty foot
over measured health
and wrecked fortune

Peace is never finished,
As an ocean
Its wealth
heaps on head
like rain or wave;
and like an ocean,
Mostly only wind
stirs up its trouble
that tears down
and builds up beaches
in tempests.

Expect nothing and desire less
from oceans and waterways.
It is the blood
of ingenuity
pumped by hearts of Earth
which supplies
different peoples
different expectations
for prosperity.

We're proven fools
by our own nature
and the natural world
We have to accept
what we can control
is nearly nothing
in the great expanse
of infinite universes.
But our great smallness
may be our strength
to walk through walls,
entangle with heaven,
or sneak up on sleeping.

That is my life anyway.
I'm very small at 6 feet,
and my arms can't box with God.
I swim in oceans with dread
and I keep far away
to watch breaking surf,
sometimes in light of moon.
But my mind can touch
across space and time
and so I'm reaching
to place in your hand
a gift, a present.

Housing me
is my present.
What will your present do?
How does that affect society
defined by Nature and Man?
defined by Markets and Industry?
Is it spiritual or material?
Or is it both!

Peoples prosperity
measures health
and wealth
ingenuity
and acceptance

Entangled Galaxy

Fear not
changes of time
for even during days
of annhilation
or sustained conflict,
our sacrifice
grows independence.

changes of time
is ever constant
sometimes gradual
sometimes sudden
but come, it does.

Enduring days
is work
made easier
by food, shelter
and warm beds.
Do you have a blanket
for the apocalypse?

Annihilation
at Five.
Just in time
for the 6 O' clock news,
the 10 O' clock recap,
and 7 day forecast.
Expect nothing,
desire less.

Sustained conflict
promises us war
and killing each other
After the Facts
have proven us fools.
Is there no end
to our folly,
that we then
need to go kill
each other when life
only regrows in Peace?
And But death
grows in conflict?

Our sacrifice
of easier lives
and comfort foods
or entertainment
or even arrogance
and wealth
prunes the tree
that is your life
for greater growth
and stronger roots
Expect nothing,
Desire less.

Growing Independence
makes for: strong forests,
fertile fields,
fat pigs,
nutritious potatoes,
better bargains,
and going at our choosing.
If we rely on McDonalds
who's gonna feed
our local economies?
(which house us!)
Foreign oil won't-
and its all foreign
from lands time forgot
in diseased graves
we rob for riches.

Begging for Peace,
sudden or gradual,
is work unfinished.
Expect nothing, desire less
for we're proven fools.
That is my life, anyway,
which houses me.

For the Love of God

We live in a trinity
as our home.
Fabulous‌ inventions
define our times
and industrial by-ways
in the dark of night
and by succor of Sol.

Our Home
of our fathers
and our children's
and of our spirit
abides
changes of times
changes in climate
if in wisdom
we build upon rock

Fabulous inventions
sustain independence
but midnight oil
powers business
even during days
and windy nights
in steamy lands
and wavy seas
for restless peace.

Defining times
are doomsday clocks
at 5 minutes until
annihilation.
"I do not know what WWIII
will be fought with,
but the fourth and fifth
will be fought with
sticks and stones."
-Albert Einstein

Industrial By-Ways
sprawl faster than light
into wormhole networks
of empirical progress
for directing monies
into warchests
to sustain conflict
by the psychopaths
and empathy-deficient
whom worship the almighty dollar.

Night falls
on all of us
when we sacrifice free-will
to worship with them
at this altar
of exported jobs
of natural destruction
of child labor
of death and disease
of crowded peace
of prostitution
of addiction
of greed

Succor of Sol
removes their lies
by growing in their ashes
promising independence
and new resolve
through the power
of the sun,
for its all we've left
of the garden of Eden
which can sprout anew
the winds and waters
and the earths of creation.

Fear not
changes of time
for even during days
of annhilation
or sustained conflict,
our sacrifice
grows independence.

By Fire of the Moon

The best things in life are free.
Likely, we work
so we can escape later
into yesterday's hope;
But a bazillion paths lead
from today, from this present
into good things, too.

We work
in offices
in homes
in construction sites
in factories
on books
on poems
on jet engines
and MRI machines

We escape later
with all these
fabulous inventions
someone dreamed up
Wouldn't it be boring
if all we had were TVs?
We'd starve!

Yesterday's hope
defines our life
Wanting riches when young
or wishing you could write
like Tolkien
Which all takes work
and dreamy inventions.
If there was one thing,
I'd synthesize propane
from hydrogen gas
for propane economies.

A bazillion paths
spread from your center
One can delegate
exploration
or chose scenic routes
over industrial by-ways
There's no place
everyone has to get to.
Just as there's no thing
everyone must be.

Today, in this present,
is a moment
where you're listening.
The stirrings of worlds
awaken with light,
but never completely rest
in the dark of night.
Persist, and bring your dreams
from out the dark
to sprout from slumber
for appreciation,
and perhaps they will feed
into bigger dreams
or possibly necessities.

Good things come
from simple dreams.
For one, forthrightness
with but needs to grow
as we are Earth's child.
To be a plant,
we need succor from Sol.
To be animal,
we need to reinvent the wheel.
To be mineral,
we need to be the wheel.
And to be human,
we need all these
while also humane
on top of it.

We live in a trinity
as our home.
Fabulous‌ inventions
define our times
and industrial by-ways
in the dark of night
and by succor of Sol.

We Create Our Own Reality

If you'd be free
from chains,
use minds eye view
of tomorrows reality
with your own vision
and swim ashore.

Chains
limit freedom
and money
is a passive-aggressive
form of slavery
It's all good if one enjoys
or finds meaning in their work.
But likely, we work
at jobs we don't enjoy,
so tomorrow
we can keep doing things
we don't enjoy.
Then we train our children
to do the same.
Isn't that crazy?

Using Minds Eye View
we can escape
these mortal bonds
at least for a while
for places of imagination
(that might actually exist)
if but in your own mind,
and plan, dream, and hope
a better world
as you understand it
for needed change.

Tomorrows reality
is but a dream
of yesterday's hope.
Everybody has a plan
that they hope
will make them happy.
Failing happy,
I try at least
to be thankful,
anymore.

With one's own vision
you can see
your whole past.
Why can't one see
open possibilities
reaching towards stars
in a million paths,
but for a lack of imagination.

Swim ashore
THAT reality
and let one's mind wonder
about the sky and earth
that makes up this world,
for today is the present
in which we're given freewill.
The world isn't really
all that mechanical.
Love more than makes
the world go round.

The best things in life are free.
Likely, we work
so we can escape later
into yesterday's hope;
But a bazillion paths lead
from today, from this present
into good things, too.

By Book or Look

Life is a journey
we learn from
to possibly enjoy
with plans, dreams, and hopes
in privacy of minds
as ambition

Learning
frees us
to liberty
from chains
of ignorance
and repeating mistakes
that would enslave us
to the dark

Possibly we can enjoy
better times
and better lives
through fashioning glasses
for minds eye to view with
the problems of our world
and problems of our own
bringing inscrutable
to view

Plans, dreams, and hopes
take some vision
and imagination
For what today is present
someone dreamed up yesterday
for tomorrows reality.
There's someone to thank
for every situation,
and presumably to blame.

Privacy of minds
speculate
the wildest things
Ideas can swim
and flipper
to the surface
in the strangest ways
with their own vision
of the world,
some skittish
of approach
and yet others
downright mean.

Ambition
of fixed focus
knows not flipped switches
of digital machines
or computergoggery.
In wave theory
we swim ashore
beaches where we'd
stake tents,
and in waves
light washes over us
in patterns made
by overhanging trees.

If you'd be free
from chains,
use minds eye view
of tomorrows reality
with your own vision
and swim ashore.

In a Quiet Corner

Words can heal or harm
when one pawns them off,
our lives are the gift
made solid by potentials,
magic or otherwise,
by aspirations to joy.

Pawning words off
with shoulds and shan'ts
We'll learn from our mistakes
better in any case
If they indeed are mistakes

Our lives are the gift
to live and to learn
and if at all possible
to enjoy.

Potential
resides in all of us
to create our reality.
Plans, dreams, and hopes
point out one's ambition
to journey's end
and journey's path.

Magical or otherwise,
we believe
what we tell ourselves.
Our words can build or destroy
in the privacy of minds
over and over again.

Aspirations to Joy
lead home
lead to work
lead to play
lead in living
lead in learning
For this is our ambition
in our sharing and
in our selfishness.
A pursuit of happiness.

Life is a journey
we learn from
to possibly enjoy
with plans, dreams, and hopes
in privacy of minds
as ambition

For a Few Dollars More

That's how it works.
Compassion in navigation
helps struggles to make ends
during Earth's turning
while elements power
a majesty of spirit

Compassion
can guide your words
to mutually benefit
an understanding
of worlds
Next time
your keeping it real,
who's reality is it
that you're pawning off
as de facto squared
for status quo.
Probably an opinion
of your own disillusion
in cynicism of freedom.

Helping make ends
is you, yes
but one's friendship
with worlds too.
Little have we individually
created in this world,
which is mostly gifted
except the few bucks
we sweat for.
Our lives a gift
of stardust eons gone
and come again to greet
each other in thankfulness.

During Earth's turning
Sun's don't rise
Coffee makes tea
And Alcohol
IS technically a solution.
Reality is a fiction
made solid by potentials.
Use your potential
to create and/or destroy
and if you find yourself alone
amidst rubble and lies,
you'll know exactly who to thank,
You!

Elemental Power
is possessed by our soul
You're not any better
believing this,
nor does it engender
more control.
We are, what we are,
living breathing human beings
deserving of respect,
magical or otherwise.

Majesty of spirit
shines with civility
and compassion.
Yours and my life
really isn't all that hard.
It is the human condition
to make mountains
out of molehills.
And often our wants
are bigger than our needs,
driving us to unhappy
destinations,
a problem generally
of addiction,
though of all life, too,
in struggles to survive
and aspirations to joy.

Words can heal or harm
when one pawns them off,
our lives are the gift
made solid by potentials,
magic or otherwise,
by aspirations to joy.

Spinning Away

We sail galaxies
on friend ships
and open space
in hearts
for mutual benefit
in synergy,
That's how it works.

Friend ships
ride highs and lows
and rocking waves
on seas and lakes
in rivers and bays
stars could guide
but so can compassion
in navigation

open space
contrasts your bonds
in friendship
all the world before you
and each other for company
to help struggle for ends
in worlds shortfall.
And it always falls short.

Hearts
would have lots of sincere friends.
Worlds dictate we keep busy.
And so in Earth's turning
we spin away from those
that turn toward us
unless we make effort
to walk to meet
their tired feet.

Mutual benefit
harbors every boat
with strong beam
while wind power
can take one
to exotic lands
and beyond

Synergy
of Earth, Wind,
Water and Fire
feed us- good things, too.
Should we emulate
we'd find magic building
in sail and in glass
a majesty of spirit.

That's how it works.
Compassion in navigation
helps struggles to make ends
during Earth's turning
while elements power
a majesty of spirit.

Boats of Friendship

In Life's employment
tools become companions,
might they be constructive
in building shelter
for our pursuits.
Communities offer resources
to help grow ones workmanship.

Companions
build friend ships
that dock in quiet harbors
or pass through storms
to help float
and maintain boats
above waterlines
that would swallow
the world.

Construction
occurs in time
but also minds
so open space
in you heart
for that loving
feeling

Sheltering
warm feelings
in one's mind
and in heart
is like wearing clothes
on one's body
protecting tenderness
that is the human condition

Pursuit
of mutual benefit
seems alien
when selfishness
rules hearts
and minds
as instinct

Communities though
are built from it,
mutual benefit.
And so come
private expectation
and public obligation
to work together
in synergy.
Don't lose your mind.

Growing life
happens out there,
in alternate galaxies
and on alien planets.
Why does nature
have to be nowhere.
So it can work?

We sail galaxies
on friend ships
and open space
in hearts
for mutual benefit
in synergy,
That's how it works.

Get Yourself Connected

Hobbies and occupations
bring familiar measure
that build lives
with practices
residing in interests
and shared experiences
which fruit labor.

Through familiar measure
and friendly work
tools become companions
that one begins to rely on
as confidants
and problem solvers
melding with psyche

Building lives
we use tools to cope
with stress and anxiety
with joy and sadness
with boredom and loneliness
Might they be good ones
that are constructive
uses of time.

Practice
with such tools
makes for easier work
in dealing with problems
in building shelter
and supplying power
for our minds'
clear reckoning.

Resident in interests
is purpose.
Like growing tree
drops seeds eventually
which we can munch or bury,
Purpose seems something
we get from pursuits
that either feeds
or multiplies interest.

Sharing experience
are others
in guilds, unions, and clubs.
Get yourself connected.
Communities offer resources
and companionship
beyond what tools can offer
in hobbies and occupations.

Fruit of Labors
may get bigger and better
but maybe not,
instead maybe markets
will grow for your product
or perhaps workmanship
will improve prices.

In Life's employment
tools become companions,
might they be constructive
in building shelter
for our pursuits.
Communities offer resources
to help grow ones workmanship.

Play of Life

Amidst
practice and play
of interests
comes quality
as ones boon
shares accomplishment
hopefully bringing joy

Practice and play
bring familiar measure
to listening
for method and technique
as rehearsal
of things learned
and things hoped

interests
root out synergy
from that music
to build lives
with their focus
of orbit for revolution
through days and nights
where happening is

Quality comes
from enough practice
and yes, play
which can unnerve
technicians
if equipment
is expensive

Ones boon
comes both gradually
and sometimes suddenly
Amazing wonderful things
do come in instants
or realization,
but mostly hard-work
and preparation capture
the opportunities
that reside in interests.

Shared accomplishment
is much easier
and more reward‌ing.
We thrive in relationships
and when we work with worlds
it becomes less chore-like
and more adventurous
as one shares experiences
and discuss ideas.

Hopefully bringing joy
are the fruits of your labor.
And maybe it can bring
one out of shells
to meet with people
whom you supply
and hear what they like
and value in your work.

Hobbies and occupations
bring familiar measure
that build lives
with practices
residing in interests
and shared experiences
which fruit labor.

Amongst Them

If you could grow anything
in rewarding effort
local jobs and local shops
would carry product and service.
Communities are unions, too
with neighbors and friends
as proud members
that brighten days.

Rewarding effort,
practice, and play
teaches skills
which can get motors running
to produce work
or a little fun

Local jobs, and shops
are supplied
by such interests
producing work
or a little fun.
We can think
of ourselves as a market, too,
for things we find rewarding.
We can buy and sell.
Or industrial
as we can make and move, too.

Carrying product or service
is quality,
a product of good workmanship,
experienced hand,
and doing your best.

Community Unions
share
common time,
common moneys,
common problems.
Often, ones boon
is anothers gift.

Neighbors and friends
make ones community
and share weather
They share hopes and dreams.
They share tragedy and fears.

Proud citizens
of communities
grow self-respect
and accomplishment
to better lives.

Brightened Days
bring joy to all the world.

Amidst
practice and play
of interests
comes quality
as ones boon
sharing accomplishment
hopefully bringing joy

Corporate Malignancy

If you knew
a simple want or need
Could we then synthesize
lasting solutions
for eternal problems
or will disposable problems
near and far digest
us in their taking
of our compact song
singing second best
on vine and fruit?

Simple wants and needs
require exchanges of money.
Time dependent purchases
circulate currency,
does it pool in warchest
as couch layabout
or is it out and about
rewarding effort
and warming communities
heated economies.

Could we synthesize
activity, by buying locally
Local products, small shops
local profits, local jobs.
Or would you rather pipe in
the gospel from tele-evangelists
out of touch with communities
merely supplying something cheap.
The Gospel of Walmart
and any number of corporations
puts dollars into coffins
that sleep an eternity
in off-shore graveyards
used for voodoo magic
in choosing your president.

Lasting solutions
reside in buying less
and buying locally made
products that service needs.
The thing is China
really is a luxury,
and if not
then something is wrong
with our mentalities
that would rely
upon a Communist Regime
10,000 miles away
that would
just as soon mute you
as look at you.

Eternal problems
are warring in the poor.
Mainly maintaining pride
in the face of poverty.
We know the rich are screwing us
when they send jobs overseas,
and without jobs economies starve,
making businesses cheap to buyout
(and all their patents)
capitalizing control of markets
for when industry springs back up,
with them at the heads
and all of us indebted,
but without unions to argue with
as a right to work, good grief.

Disposable problems
are manufactured in minds, mostly
our drive for respect and success
so we can get more things
impose many requirements on self-worth.
Walk more, take the bus
most the imposition is from our car
and oil industries they support.
Consume less, make more
most of time wasted resides
in one's lack of engaging life.

Near and far digestion
of monies influences
whether one's community eats.
If we have local products
Buy Them
They're your neighbors and friends
and more likely to stop by roadside
if your broken down.
Some megacorporation isn't gonna care
even if they happen to be driving by.

Our disposable problems take
work in solving,
if we can but think collectively
we are off to a good start
in solving anything.
There has always been
and always will be
strength in numbers.

Our compact song
sings for worlds
but is heard
by only surrounding forest.
Our pain and joy
is heard only by
our neighbors and friends.
Local communities
are what support us,
why then support anyone else?
Why sing for them?

Singing second best
I shop at Walmart sometimes.
For which I feel a lemming
rather than proud chickadee.
But actually pretty infrequent.
Mainly electronics
which is hard to find
locally sourced.

Vines and fruit
can grow anywhere.
Why not your backyard.
To feed local
communities of birds
that brighten days.
Plant the seed,
grow something.

If you could grow anything
in rewarding effort
local jobs and local shops
would carry product and service.
Communities are unions, too
with neighbors and friends
as proud members
that brighten days.

We Grow Into Suits

You and me ain't nothing
but feeling warmth of sun
and solar solutions
where progress grows greener
like tomato
and chickadees calling.
Time and time again buried in history
are the big and ambitious.

Warmth of Sun
dispels winter blues,
gray days, and black nights
to lift eyes to heavens
for possibility of progress
in simple wants and needs.
Industry dictates
we have enough energy
to grow into a suit.

Solar solutions
are toeholds
for hydrogen business
as its very easy
to generate hydrogen
from electricity.
Could we then synthesize
methane or even propane?
Inorganic Olivine can!
at room temperature.

Progress grows greener
with each passing day
better insulation panels
better insolation panels
better solar panels
Propane solves many problems
of hydrogen, will we then
invent propane fuel cells?
And if so, will they fit my phone?
For las, disposable
non-recyclable things
that last forever
seem to choke up
garbage disposals.

Like tomatos,
solar plants grow energy
to store in fruits
consumable
near and far,
and universally
digestible.
Why invent
new intestine
to digest
foods foreign to guts
like hydrogen
which is violent.
Ideal gas laws pain.

Chickadees
call home, compact.
In compact song
he states, I am.
We'll need compact fuels,
that weather cold realities
of collisions and distances
in sub-urban parkways.
Nations are built on geography
Problems build terrain
birds may fly over,
but even they don't shit water.
However, they are carbon neutral,
in their give and take.
We're Humans,
perfect isn't good enough.

Time and time again,
the ultimate nobility
has been robbed of immortality.
In a word, Perfect, doesn't exist.
The pyramids look a mess
Ozymandias is forgotten
Dinosaurs died off.
Snowball worlds melted.
The Hindenburg blew up.
But relying on second best
has got us cool things
(like chickadee like tomato)

Big and Ambitious
ideas are compact.
The chickadee and tomato
have but simple lives
yet participate in economy
of songs and soils we grow in.
Of course they only Complement
gardens of Life. But through all,
their compactness and simplicity
are replicated, successfully
time and time, again.
Vine to fruit.

If you knew
a simple want or need
Could we then synthesize
lasting solutions
for eternal problems
or will disposable problems
near and far digest
us in their taking
of our compact song
singing second best
on vine and fruit?

The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth

If I could invent metaphorical induction
I'd produce livelihoods
AND create uticles
in grand redistribution
while running on simple materials
to draw conclusions
minds may frame
in extended metaphor

I'd produce livelihoods
because through invention
new industries form into suns
and with planets revolving
some supplying materials
some supporting conscient life
and on that planet would be me
feeling the warmth of suns-
giving light for new sights,
giving food to the unambitious
plants and algae

Making uticles
would be a new society
exchanging, creating,
engendering, demanding
solar solutions
meanwhile grave robbers
find boons in digging
up cemeteries to release
spirits that visit
with wishes of folly
and greed,
to keep on digging
for that money pot
of a pharaoh

Grand Redistribution
is provided by suns.
It heats up planets
that grow plants
whom take awhile multiplying
leaves after germinating
to supply growth
for duplication
of God's plan
for each of them.
Peace reigns
where progress
slowly develops
and grows greener
in passing days.

Simple materials
feed industry
of planets,
Sunlight, water,
soil, and warmth.
Do not think
life must be complicated
to be valued
or valuable.
Your tomato plant
demonstrates
self-sustainability
and industrialism,
as a model of Health
Wealth, Ingenuity,
and Acceptance.

Conclusively,
Solar power works,
every plant and tree
testify there's sunlight enough
As do houseplants in winter.
We actually need more energy
in winter, which likely why
body sizes are small
like chickadee calling
outside my window.
Maybe also why big Dinosaurs
didn't survive extinction,
but the small ones did!
Says calling songbird
perched on feeder.

Minds may frame
windows to look upon
spectacles of birds
whom live today
for the very reason
they're smaller,
The biggest and baddest,
the moguls, ate soo much
that when climates changed
they get dug out of mud
now turned to rock
and buried in history
forgotten, despite toothy smile
and defensive postures
in markets feeding hierarchy.
Where has gone your roar
in bygone ages?
The shallow seas remember
time and time again
bigger isn't better
in measuring coffins.
But solar power survives,
and the winds keep blowing.

Extended Metaphor
suggests then
we need to decentralize
energy generation
for any sustained colonization
of Earth, whether wind
solar, wave, hydro
or thermo.
Regardless if it gets hotter or colder,
the big and ambitious will likely
find less and less available to lord over
as they feast on carcasses of comrades,
but unable to catch field mouse
for lack of strength.
Bye Bye Google.
bye bye China.

You and me ain't nothing
but feeling warmth of sun
and solar solutions
where progress grows greener
like tomato
and chickadees calling.
Time and time again buried in history
are the big and ambitious.

A Quick-Rich Scheme

When I cook up
roots of Life
with solar power,
my radio
traffics in
awareness
with skills
both familiar
and expandable.

Roots of Life
in creation
in exchange
in supply
and in demand
produces livelihoods
with money
Much like Suns
produces life
with photons.

Solar power
uses photoelectric effect
to create electrons
similarly money
can create uticles
which are little quantum
that drive our brains
to do our best

My radio
bumps music
from information streams
over signal-to-noise ratios
in grand redistributions
of knowledge
Can we conclude then
there are many types of suns
in sky's heights.

Traffic
through city streets
is a nuclear furnace
fusing materials
to make new products
(for which their paid).
They are star stuff in cars
whom flee fast
in exploding collapses
from lack of simple materials
in lives of producing complexity.

awareness
often only encompasses
realms of familiar
so this abstraction
lacks in imagination
in drawing inductions
You may think it a new conclusion
but stars explode every day,
fusion is widely known.

Skills
reside in throwing it down
but anyone can formulate
a metaphorical induction.
All it takes is strong similarity
and reserved conclusion
But even weak may be conducive
to speculation to view with.

Familiarity
helps
as one can't make
actual picture
of what one doesn't see
as with anything,
though minds may frame
boisterous memory

expandable implications
state Universes are knowable.
If we do that through experiment
or recollections of observation
through allegory, parable,
and extended metaphor
the result is better insight
so we don't starve to death
feeding on the strap of our belt.
We use that for civility.

If I could invent metaphorical induction,
I'd produce livelihoods
AND create uticles
in grand redistribution
while running on simple materials
to draw conclusiona
minds may frame
in extended metaphor

At Foot of Mountains

Volcanism
helps create islands
for building skylots
where land is cool and quiet.
Driving metaphors
power and control
actualization of
bodies and engines
in cultivating futures.

Islands
of thought and spirit
built in land sea and sky
provides environments
for Nature growing soils
where roots of life
bring purpose and synergy

Building skylots
decked with solar power
could be urban trees
running hydrogen economy
and powering community needs.
There would be reason
to build one in bumbletown
if but to address sprawl
and community of labor force
as well as energy independence.

Land is cool and quiet
outside rings of fire
like eastern seaboard
and western tectonics
Cities heat up cores of industry
though they create cold-blooded interaction
as it all becomes, "Just Business!"
chomping lovers into mouths
of a New York Minute,
and packing dreamers into boxes
of their stomach.

Driving metaphors
steer and shift gears
of company vehicles.
If one is a well oiled machine,
when is scheduled maintenance
and inspection?
What parts need regular upkeep?
Where's the user and repair manual?
What roads might you avoid traveling
and in what weather considerations
and traffic loads?
What about deer and driving in snow.
Do you carry a radio?
How do you pack your product?
Are you maybe too tired to drive?
Have you got a real map for delivery,
or just something you drew.

Power and control
resides in being aware
of one's surrounding.
Drunk driving gets us into trouble,
as surely as falling asleep at wheels.
And loud distractions
can take eyes off roads.
Meanwhile its still not kosher
to run over pedestrians.
It looks really bad
and can result in fines.
Though if I do, I go to jail.
All hail the corporate overlord.

Actualization
starts by starting
answering questions
to get drivers license.
A bit of training
will enable skill,
but the best
will always get there
through experience.
And in becoming a master
one can charge more
for deliverance.

Bodies and engines decay.
We all need a bit of repairmen
in our thinking
through familiarity
of equipment mechanics
and design of things
one relies upon,
Even coffee makers,
not merely for proper use,
otherwise breakage
becomes total waste.

Cultivating futures
begins by cultivating minds
so I write this poem to you
Schools teach but 1% of storied life.
So one must learn to expand one's mind,
which isn't easy, as meaning
likes to elude feeding you
in self-preservation.

When I cook up
roots of Life
with solar power,
my radio
traffics in
awareness
with skills
both familiar
and expandable.

Recycling in Mind

It is time to see connections
inside our libraries
for things to eat and strength
that can be revisited anytime
for having been tamed.
Soon technology consumes us
by refinement into magical
ignorance and knowledge.
Like corn used in industry,
growing metaphors isn't easy,
and that's why God made the farmer.

Inside our libraries
metaphors erupt
in active volcanism
Some fill our breath
some create islands
some provide recreation
resorts with walkways
and lodges and pictures

Some explode in scenes
preventing flight and sight
collapse roofs or create midnight
But though scorched earth,
life eventually returns.
We are still young
and inside fires still burn.
Volcanos and earthquakes result,
as well as mountain building,
as well as all igneous rock and cratons
that we'd sink pylons into building skylots.

Knowledge then is driver of all tectonics,
while metaphor can release recycled sight,
though perhaps catastrophicly depending
upon merchantability.
While all land is cooled knowledge recycled
or otherwise, as soils of history.

For things to eat or strength, then
we must look where things are quieter
and richer in history.

We can revisit anytime
tumult of thoughts.

Tamed fires
are distinct species
placed in edifice.
Though what fire
is ever really tamed,
but one contained.
Even Earth builds
edifice for Vulcan.

Technology
is mechanization
of knowledge driving
like steam driven engine
to spin on table tops
like a simple toy
in demonstration
like this poem...
but capable of
rational inquiry
beyond horizons
of scientific method's
resting laurels.
Though already rich
in proud history.
I proffer but bauble.

Refinement
brings more power to invention,
and perhaps more control,
if we but boil our ignorance
through metaphorical induction
to steam piping hot
in conducting leverage
in our daily lot
we might find purpose
AND REAL INSIGHT
for our work...
as universes tend to
their own gardens
of similarity
in confines of chaos.

Ignorance and knowledge
battle for dominance
to actualize.
The blindest fear
grows from reason,
if but biochemistry
isn't irrational.

Corn-
can grow though too
and supply core fires
for body or engine
in 28 different dishes
as living knowledge-
preferred over
digging up graves.

Growing metaphors
annihilated dinosaurs
alongside cataclysm
through climate change.
The cold-blooded behemoths
of land, sea, and sky ponder
people as dinner, if at all.

God made the farmer
very reliant upon labors.
In fact labor is our only
proving point in cultivating
future methods and ideas
that would feed billions
creating energy and GDP,
or even exploring stars.

Volcanism
helps create islands
for building skylots
where land is cool and quiet.
Driving metaphors
power and control
actualization of
bodies and engines
in cultivating futures.

Revolution of Sight

We can learn something
from ourselves and others
as Fires of Life
you may know
get restless
without arts and crafts
and poetry slams
for new sights and ideas
to feed lives.

Ourselves and others
are books for reading
Inside some are libraries
some have but a diary.
More often than not
there's also mirrors
and with a little light
shedding reflections on lives;
Whether through
metaphorical inductions
scientific method
logic or rationalism-
There to provide guidance.

Fires of Life
burn, always moving
always looking forward
always shedding light
light we might use
to look into unseen corners
around trees past ignorance
for something we might find
to eat for strength

You may know
everything about a subject
but when one reasonably explains it
explanations are often simplified
or complex with little understanding
like fire being passed on twig
or conflagration one fears too near
While some use metaphor
and metaphorical inductions
for fire that burns lasting
and can be revisited anytime
for having been tamed to play tricks.

Restless,
fires burn.
They dance,
creating their own wind
and have filled many a balloon.
They've: cooked dinner,
Created stars,
warmed lovers,
And turned iron to steel.
If we could but tame then
fires of knowledge
for it soon consumes us
with all their technology.
But How?

With arts and crafts
we see all individual parts
like grapes in cluster
put together in connection
we need knowledge similarly
but often it so complex
things come preassembled
whether medicine or vaccine
and so we doubt validity
And any grapes left connecting?
already thrown out
by refinement into magic.

Poetry slamms
can take us back
to extended metaphor
and has been used before
in parables and allegory
but can also take us towards
forward thinking as real as
any planned vineyard
to tame ignorance and knowledge
through metaphorical induction
as noble and rational elements.
This has been used as such in pasts
in finely wrought models and similes,
like you know, wine.

New sights and ideas
lie beyond that horizon
in that vineyard of thought.
While scientific methods spawns
true and false knowledge
Metaphorical induction
would grow weak and strong
fire for bellies sail,
helping too to feed our mouths
and minds relaxation,
perhaps putting to sleep some
of our deepest worries,
but could also run engines for industry
like corn is used now.
Have I tempted you with the fruit?

Feeding lives
isn't the cleanest of occupations
often it requires work and patience.
Growing metaphorical inductions is not easy,
And that's why God made the farmer.
Are you a metaphorical farmer, too? friend.

It is time to see connections
inside our libraries
for things to eat and strength
that can be revisited anytime
for having been tamed.
Soon technology consumes us
by refinement into magical
ignorance and knowledge.
Like corn used in industry,
growing metaphors isn't easy,
and that's why God made the farmer.

Make Quality, Eat Quality

My needs and wants
nourish my mind and body.
I feel my spirit choosing
soul of industry
and in return gifting
me peace and time.
A guiding star in sky
from private history
holds my sight.

Nourishing my mind and body, too
Is life's comedy and tragedy
that we watch unfold
and by rising to meet needs
and expectation,
we fulfill obligations
to ourselves and others
in return for liberty
and freedom.

I feel
all humanity
shares fire of life.
That Fire for Life
is the defining article,
not blood, nor responsibility
nor brainwave, nor heartbeat,
but primitive spirit
For when death is the result,
it is an end to the cycle of living
and stream of consciousness shared
by anything growing and learning.

Souls of industry
demand we grow and learn.
Stunting jobs are unfufilling
as you may know.
And so we seek variety
and challenge
to spice our lives.

Gifts of time and peace
rest easy when I find that spice
else I get restless
seeking something to create
or exchange to replace
the crushing boredom
and loneliness that pervades
the monotony of gray days
and black nights.

A guiding star
are my habits.
My strength though
is trying new things
as sometimes my actions
result in no benefit
for either me or family
and friends.
Cheap fun distracts
from industry,
because it can lack meaning.
Give me something convenient
and makes me feel good.
That, I believe would cure
addiction. Whether arts
and crafts or poetry slamms.
I know now I am not alone.

My private history
is one of freedom.
Inside I carve empty caverns
from rock, out of feelings
of claustrophobia.
Outside I explore
for new sights
and new ideas.
But I keep little.
And everywhere ephemeral
emotion arises
that I find sometimes
difficult to dispel
or hold onto when nice
all coming unbidden
and departing without goodbye.
And always a box being dropped
on my head.

In my sight
resides creation
and exchange.
I can either make
and trade for good things
feeding life into Health
wealth, ingenuity, and acceptance,
or lack understanding
and create indifferent worlds,
with no benefit but to myself.

We can learn something
from ourselves and others
as Fires of Life
you may know
get restless
without arts and crafts
and poetry slams
for new sights and ideas
to feed lives.

Joining Woods

A rosy prospect
of full lives comes
by solving problems.
Boxed days
of minds burning
shines light
into soils
of humanity and nature.

full lives
coming and going
Having coffee
writing poetry
shopping for our bellies
picking up things
that'll nourish body-and-mind
connections and spirit

Solving problems
is called work.
I got a pile of bricks here,
but I need them moved there.
We can trick, we can pay,
or we can do it ourselves,
but through it all- how
we choose to do it
in the end of deliberation
is our spirit.
Soul is what moved,
picking up pieces
and making another pile.
And you body is what
gripped each brick.
And one's mind
is what keeps us on task,
as in minding one's own
business. But I digress.

Boxed days
protect society.
But opening up a package
I find the spirit of America
and soul of industry
with a body of Mercy! Me!
and a mind of better living
through chemistry

Minds burn,
these chemicals
in eating info
and spreading
far and wide
in search of more fuel.
Some of what we think
is merely body given voice
or mind given to deliberation.
Spirits gifts are peace and time
for us to enjoy our lives.
But always minds burn
burning, burn, burn.
Looking, seeking in the dark
for funnier, easier, safer,
eating away the hard.

Shining light
is hardly our diminutive fire
which helps us to see immediacy,
but guiding stars in sky
and lookouts by land and sea
are fixtures for maps in hand and mind.
for charting progress through time's stream
and so we learn our pasts
to commit to memory,
for guiding our hands, past adversity

Soils we grow in
are those pasts
shared by others, too
Genetically one has
a private history,
But our land is our history
and through it courses
conciousness, draining time
that rains like water
from heavens sky
back to oceans to join our lives
with God's creation.

Humanity and Nature,
Environment and Genetics,
Shared History and Personal Histories
smelts and forges us into iron and steel.
If I give, I feel I might break,
if I take I might taste rich.
But trees bend to winsome quail
and grip strong through earie quake.
Hold and bend yourself
for though, futures can come sudden
if one makes time for themselves
we may live to senescence.
Choose Life, choose a Future.

My needs and wants
nourish my mind and body.
I feel my spirit choosing
soul of industry
and in return gifting me peace and time.
A guiding star in sky
from private history
holds my sight and bends eye.

USPS Delivery

A little mind can go a long way.
A small cup can hold great meaning.
Like spirit beyond basic facts.
Take pitstops along ways
to destination drawing one
and give thanks for respite.
For coloring lives
elevates
peace and time.

A small cup
can hold oceans
as we dip in waters
and draw out what we seek
in need, and drink
for full lives come
from enjoyment, I think,
of exchanging creation's
natural emotions.

Spirit beyond basic facts
builds worlds daily, through-
our greatest strength
of love,
and our greatest weakness
of adverts-
as battles are fought
in building the tallest glass
to drink from oceans with
as advert of prestige,
which does little to quench thirst.

Taking pitstops
solves problems
of carrying worlds needs
like camels.
A turtle drinks from dreams
A rabbit cracks jokes
And a two-headed goose?
Well, they watches
the wall of the world.

Destinations
have nature boxed
with box-like furniture
and boxed windows
and boxed food
for boxing days
enabling stores
of gross quantities
You'd think WE'RE squares.
with little square butts
and square eyes,
But we're not, and that's why
materialism gets repetitious.
This goes back to stonehenge
and attempts to house stars.

Thankful for respite
by unboxing my mind,
I dip my small cup
into dreams of infinity
touching Earth
to help minds burn
with billions of suns in company,
but deep space surrounds.
So, I might not live to see returns.

Color in lives
would see that return
Whether rainbow in sky
or paint-by-number
Whether salt on food
or as pepper.
Color, too, a spice
muted in dog's eye,
but shines in light.

Elevating
commonality
a cup of any color
unites similarity.
Body and mind
would dance together
in drinking from
the Holy Grail of lore,
just as any soil
would provide dancefloor
if we were to meet our maker.

Peace and time
are bread and wine for living
lending leisure and industry
in gifts of great acceptance
for exchanges of creation
between humanity and nature.
One can save time in a bottle,
Build a flux capacitor.

A rosy prospect
of full lives comes
by solving problems.
Boxed days
of minds burning
shines light
into soils
of humanity and nature.

A Ringing Tone

Hidden mystery
journeys in minds
in paths of safe travel.
Either elementary or societal,
it resides in some things
to interpret pasts
both public and private.
We but need to learn of it.

Journey in minds sometimes
because much of reality
doesn't even exist.
Spirit beyond basic facts
frees from straitjackets.
How we feel or are reminded
of things, the associations we make
in networks of connection
and languages pushes past
basic needs for greater purpose
like eating bread to hike a mile.

Paths for safe travel
are community supported.
They'll have roadsigns
and pitstops
maybe emergency phones
and of course billboards
promising salvation
through consumption
of their product or service.

Either elementary or societal
destinations draw people
and their minds
in both mystery and need
for edification.
Filling up longings and exploring
for adventure or a better deal.
Worlds become smaller
in learning our ways around.

Mystery resides in everything
as spirit is everywhere
It can be religious taboo
buying a car or truck
or simple need of freedom.
Whatever, much is brought
by you to dinner tables
whether low-man on totem pole
or guest; Isn't it our obligation
to keep talk positive?
Giving thanks at gatherings
as they're celebrations of company.
The spirit is in you, too,
whether mason or pagan or atheist.
Life takes all kinds.

Coloring pasts
is how one views presents
Dynamicly, how one colors presents
is how one views pasts
like music in backgrounds
coloring our actions.

Public and private
mysteries
elevate both vice
and virtues.
Though mostly harmless,
illusion can harm and heal
as real as any kind word
or positive feelings
which are then passed on.

We need but learn
to listen.
So much time is filled
with idle chatter,
in both minds and actions.
Can we find peace
through meditation?
Can we find time
through labor?
In all business,
meaning is given
through stillness.

A little mind can go a long way.
A small cup can hold great meaning.
Like spirit beyond basic facts.
Take pitstops along ways
to destination drawing one
and give thanks for respite.
For coloring lives
elevates
peace and time.

Adventure

Life is deeply personal
in this journey
striking the bowshock of futures.
Those that play well with others
lend life to everything
through the lacunas of deep time
towards dreams
for some, while others
lend the inspiration.

Journeys
take us sometimes to
where we left
Maybe we wander Direction Zero
and while waiting-
journey in mind.

Striking bow shocks of the future
are all our hopes and dreaming
all thoughts and deeds
clearing galactic junk
from paths for safe travel
and protecting the life
we engender like the sun

Playing well with others
are forces of the Universe.
Either elementary or societal,
we've survived to wrangle benefit
from the very things that would destroy us.

Lending life to everything
are greater powers
which because commonplace
often go unthanked
in daily life.
Though simple,
profound beauty
resides in some things
like sunshine and oxygen
with great feeding small, and
the simple feeding complex.

Lacunas of time
separate and divide days
dividing simple and complex, too.
We can but observe
and extrapolate
from current processes
to interpret pasts
obscured through ages
The past feeds the future,
dreaming feeds the present

Toward dreams,
I would hope.
For it's easier to sort
private expectations
than public responsibility
of which often thinks of your needs
and wants, Last.

Lending inspiration
is Life
The whole world surrounds.
We but need to learn
how to listen
to its rich song
conflating all.

Hidden mystery
journeys in minds
in paths of safe travel.
Either elementary or societal,
it resides in some things
to interpret pasts
both public and private.
We but need to learn of it.

Be Good, Johnny

Through evolution
I'm possible.
Billions upon billions
of iterations of change
in deep oceans of time
builds complexity beyond the eye
or all would be lost
in bent Earths
from all you do.

I'm possible
in this journey.
If nothing changed
I would have given up
long, long, long ago
in a bathtub hiding
from the inanity of life.

Billions and billions
hugs and smiles are exchanged
Thousands of conversations
Trillions of pennies
and endless photons
strike the bowshock of future's
impending stasis.
But through change
we are kept alive
and through synergy
we keep thriving

Iteration of change
is our nature.
Synergy is our environment.
Those that play well with others
will always find happiness
and those that don't
seek their own destruction.
Scaled to universes,
and you have the secret
of our own failing,
our own secrets of success.

Deep oceans of time
weeds the unused
life is lent to anything
useful to spirit.
Failure isn't used
but to learn,
if we're left to live.
Victory, though, rewards
with real benefit,
and so we worship the hero
(he's the only one around).

Building complexity beyond the eye
is eternity
It can be hard to grasp
where names come from
let alone the structure of eyes
through lacunas of deep time.
It might be a miracle.
It might be evolution.
But it most certainly is synergy
finding a way to survive.

All would be lost
if we didn't work together.
Like your organs working
toward a dream,
prosperity resides with us
keeping the faith
and being true to you.

Bent Earths
do not dictate
we rhyme to communicate.
Line by line, we meditate
to convey-
to message lives-
won and lost
through annals of time...
winning when poetic
for some, but others
could care less.
I try to be playful
and enjoy both worlds.

All you do
supports this work.
Whether love or hate
inspiration is made
to send another response.
For it is conversation
though seems a product
and me being departed...
you certainly co-created
existence of this
in world's multiplicity.
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Life is deeply personal
in this journey
striking the bowshock of futures.
Those that play well with others
lend life to everything
through the lacunas of deep time
towards dreams
for some, while others
lend the inspiration.

Another Bent Day

Many things pass,
impossible deeds are done.
Gripping midnight eyes
are but small changes
working together.
My humility
is thanking
heavenly grace,
as steadfast mast.

Impossible-
I'm possible

Gripping midnight eyes
are billions upon billions
of impossible deeds
And the doohickies
we all love coming through iteration
of somewhat small changes
becoming things so very complex
we at times think them magic
or improbably impossible
works by Man.

Small change
small deeds
like notes in music
string into achievement.
Through iterations of change
and progression through time
music nowdays resembles little
of ancient melodies

Working together
these notes alone
leave nothing
of feelings like when
heard in complete song
yet hard to distinguish
when followed along
expressing yet another synergy
like particles and waves.
Some would claim it's impossible
for a song to gleam so beautiful,
or an eye to see the sublime
for iterations are lost
beneath great oceans of time.

My humility
in this age of wonders
is agape at daily miracles.
I wander in wonderment
through creation
built from simple principles
into complexity beyond the eye
through deep time.

Thankfully
we still occasionally
turn towards Nature
and God for inspiration
or all would be lost
in these days like mazes
and existences of ignorance
and brute force.

Heavenly grace
bends Earth daily.
Could we dare to acknowledge
light in our lives?
Do we dare sing its praises
for fear it be taken away?

Steadfast masts
say do your best
in all you do.
And one's dreams will unite
with you in destiny's time
with a bit of luck.

Through evolution
I'm possible.
Billions upon billions
of iterations of change
in deep oceans of time
builds complexity beyond the eye
or all would be lost
in bent Earths
from all you do.

Catch the Wind

A wanderer in night's sky
does what he must
by ordering sun stone.
Health, wealth, and wisdom
is synergy's pluralism
to grow each day
by giving ourselves
words in conversation
of synergy's memory.

Do as you must,
Then do what one can
It follows out of simple actions
that eventually complex
impossible things are done

Sun stones order
the night skies.
If each a single deed,
a solitary whisper,
what wonderous sights
grip midnight eyes.

Health, Wealth, and Wisdom
do not change overnight,
but by small changes
early on and followed through,
magnificent gains are made
even seemingly impossible boons.

Synergy's pluralism
suggests that amplification
may be effected by working
with two or more interacting-
like ibuprofen and caffeine.
Your wisdom may magnify health
or vice versus.

Growing each day
many things sprout,
there is little
that didn't start
humbly, including me,
but then grows and spreads
broadcasting to four corners.

Giving ourselves
over to God
means our small thanks
in day to day living
which we might grow each day
to mighty things.
Simple acts can
fruit impossible deeds,
like what?
Well, like thanking God!

Words in conversation
with your Maker,
whomever protects and feeds,
may be a must
to begin with
for brewing
heavens grace
and peace on Earth.
For, within your heart
resides possibility.

Synergy's memory
holds steady masts
propelled fast
in winds of eternity
Nothing is abandoned
that replicates perpetuity.
For, this Universe
was made to last,
earning our gratitude
and positive attitude.

Many things pass,
impossible deeds are done.
Gripping midnight eyes
are but small changes
working together.
My humility
is thanking
heavenly grace,
as steadfast mast.

The Math is in One's Psyche, Abstract

If life is the pits,
tend to mindfulness
and get some sunshine.
Monopolies of press and news
codify existence
to meet budgets
for buying pointed things.
But to relax and play is free
and expects one's participation.

Tend to mindfulness
and do what you must
Then do what you can
Pretty soon you'll
be doing the impossible

Getting some sunshine
can be a need and must.
I've ordered a sun stone
that blazes with 10,000 lux.
That might be enough
to turn winter blues, red
with thirty minutes invested.

Monopolies of press and news
would advertise material prizes,
but its the things you do in life
that makes one healthy, wealthy, and wise.
No pill typically cures,
but the habit of taking it.
Synergy of other activities sponsor
a better life, not a perfect one,
but one that makes due.

Codifying existence
is synergy's pluralism
It's hard to leave work at the office
sometimes what with pressing deadlines
and Any other stuff that stresses us.
There's a reaction in us
in everything we do and live through
building in to who we are and why we're here,
which is why it's so important
to listen to one's heart
for you have to live with yourself.

Meeting budgets
of self-worth
can circumvent stress
which builds to shorten life.
Be good to yourself.
Play, sing, dance,
and escape to sunshine
to grow a little each day.
Tomorrow we'll climb higher.

A pointed thing
is meditation.
It may seem you're doing nothing,
but in fact one is giving themselves
a break from reality, it's an escape
living in the present, being mindful
and letting all thoughts float away
to return to where they came unbidden,
and it costs nothing, totally free.

Relaxing and playing can be free
I write these words in conversation
both as game and as meditation
maybe some day they'll be tunes
Who knows for whom these words wait,
maybe all those people I've wanted to be
like busdrivers, and motorcycle mechanics
maybe carpenters and inventors
husbands and fathers changing diapers,
Old men bouncing grandchildren on knee,
Millionaire recluses, and mad visionaries.

Life expects participation
as computers expect programming
and TVs expect electricity
different activities can have profound affect
and small things can build into extrodinary
like the shoestring of destiny
and the laughter of demise.
Synergy internalizes external environments
so much of what you do or say builds
both who and why we are here
in creation's present dreaming
replicating galactic orbits
in the hand of an hour
by synergy's memory.

A wanderer in night's sky
does what he must
by ordering sun stone.
Health, wealth, and wisdom
is synergy's pluralism
to grow each day
by giving ourselves
words in conversation
of synergy's memory.

Synergy Dreams for Us

If time witnesses
good news,
Life is hugging back
through cycles
of flowing
stars amongst our eyes
in ancient dreams
of care
for mossy rock.

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Life is hugging back
when you hug it.
One way is by giving thanks.
Real, thoughtful, thankfulness
blesses both you and food,
but uplifts spirit, too,
by placing stones for spiritual house.
In freemasonry of the soul.
A hug a day...

Through cycles
time reveals itself
as wind beats
and sun shines
Time, builds
creatures unthinking
It's the gift of time
that ramifies existence's eloquence
and It's the gift of spirit
that unifies all life
To that I give thanks
cause it means I can think.

Flowing through humanity
is language of connection
as words build complex math
in algebra and substitution science
of calculus and differential equations
the words reflect in sums and products.
Language is but conveyance
in networks of convention and connection

Stars amongst our eyes
beg connection into constellations
As our caveman brains
have not lost their trick
of basic survival skills
Like we're drawn to water,
patterns quench thirst for control
over our often precarious lives
Stars amongst our eyes
for direction of souls migration

in ancient dream.
What do the stars mean
Has someone stole our shelter
while we sleep?
For guidance in existence
we use existence itself
to guide souls and spirit.
Look to life,
and tomorrow we'll climb higher.

Care
attendant in presents
Your presence is required for life.
Self-absorption and distraction
detract from present circumstance
whether a beer to relax
or movies you share with friends.
The challenge is to connect
in some meaningful way
whether or not one is paid
or some view as escape.
We will in most cases anyway,
but does it nourish spirit.
Life is for living.

Mossy rock
upon which we live
nourished by sun
and rain and wind and fire
slowly feed
life's stream of 42
programmed into chemical codes
by synergy's dream
for future lives of you.

A life
worth fostering
and uplifting spirit
unifies life
in convention and connection
as precarious life
and existence itself
challenges
synergy's dream.

Linked Futures

Must or wort brewing
as sort of gospel,
scattered nations
in direction zero
speculate
the aim of all progress,
skeptic we'll leave
the world a better place
as lifetimes reflect in an hour.

A sort of Gospel
and good news,
our wellbeing
leads us to health
ingenuity, wealth
and acceptance.
Realms of debate
over these revolve
around our selfishness
as I ponder sharing
toothbrushes with the dog.

Scattered nations
struggle exchanging
these gospels of prosperity
So often we remain weak
from lack of connection
But if we can talk,
discuss problems,
and exchange value
Life begins to hug back
as we program reality.

Direction zero
takes me soaring
through sunshine and clouds
and through Earth crawling,
while mulling truth and beauty
and pondering cycles of seasons
in signs of time on my journey
through punctuated equilibrium
of evolving sights in deep time.

I don't always speculate
but when I do
I use Parker pens
for the smoothest flow
in writing friends

The aim of all progress
is leaving worlds a better place
whether with a bit of hope
or some gigantic institution
leaving guidance for souls' migration.
The stars are amongst our eyes,
let us leave thriving worlds
in our wake.

Skeptic we'll leave?
We do everything
we've ever put our minds to.
For whether you think you can
or can't, you're right.
And this, but an ancient dream
for dreamers through space and time.

Worlds are better places
when we start caring,
and inspire others
to do the same
in dreams of peace.

Lifetimes reflect in an hour
for pasts unlock future presents.
This is our inertia
hurtling through space
on a mossy rock
riddled with passion.

If time witnesses
good news,
Life is hugging back
through cycles
of flowing
stars amongst our eyes
in ancient dreams
of care
for mossy rock

What Are You Doing to Make Peace

In the last 36 years
through nourished spirit
I've grown souls wealth
in thirteen directions.
I would innovate
for greener peace,
and do my best
in building stability.

Nourishing spirit
is you, me, everything
and the kind deeds
we do for each other's
wellbeing
of health, wealth
ingenuity, and acceptance
in our societies of Nature
Industry, Mankind, and Markets
as a sort of gospel
and old testament
for moral guidance.

I've grown
my lifestream
added many things
in books and leaves
throughout time
saving many pieces
to my hard-drive
as scattered nation
that I'd like unified
in context of time
rather than inertia, though
relevancy really shines
because often I'm after
grains of sand on beaches
While file cabinets work
to divide sub-division.

Thirteen directions
tug at me, and often
I'm waiting, traveling
direction zero
as fourteenth dimension
steals my well-being
while watching worlds turn,
learning stop-gaps to block
silver transmutation
from golden youth.
Life is precious.
Live it fully.

Innovation
takes repetition
The one-off fluke
copied for freedom
and repeatable ingenuity
makes me wonder if money
isn't The biggest impediment
for democracy however big
the impetus for paid work.
But when 60% are poor
how open are futures
through consumerism
when only 1% can afford
losing in on marketplace
speculation
Though it does make
for an interesting game.
So often,
we are our own worst enemy.

Green peace
is simple
Leave the world
a better place.
The aim of all progress
anyway, but somehow
twisted by intrigue
for empire and greed
as sport for money,
and of course comfort.

Do your best
I'm admonished.
So I do,
but when the price of a penny
outweighs it's value
Nothing sells but copper.
And so we must fool
around making things complicated
when in fact it's simple-
Leave the world a better place
for having lived
its precious gift,
and in thanks we give back.

Building stable
relationships
is a lifetime in an hour
a minute in a look.
for In God we trust.

Must or wort brewing
as sort of gospel,
scattered nations
in direction zero
speculate
the aim of all progress,
remaining skeptic we'll leave
the world a better place
as lifetimes reflect in an hours passing.

Direction Thirteen

Time passes
in cloudy mind and rainy thought
but energy and shelter
points towards posterity
through solar futures
cheaper than the wars
supplied by crackheads
that beat shores.

Clouds of mind and rain of thought
brings dust of stars alive, unsought,
nourishing spirit with thanks to God
and growing soil for garden's lot.

However energy and shelter
grow soul's wealth
constructing artifice
for biologic health
with sojourney of ingenuity
and seas of acceptance,
My heart soars in new sunshine
as it finds its home to grow

Pointing to posterity
are thirteen compasses
and 360 degrees on 2d
and direction thirteen,
which travels time
rather than space.
and we find gray
replaces gold of youth
with silver hair
and crow feet staring, back
but at least one may create
while waiting.
It is your destiny.

Solar futures
await the brave
for time is won
buy those that would innovate,
by innate design or behavior,
freedom from climate change
though it's bigger than us
we individually make peace
or war as case may be

Cheaper than oil wars
is green peace
simpler than drive chains
are electric engines
Shouldn't we live cheaply and simply?
Consuming less seems proactive.

Crackheads
do their best
to confuse things
like reality
and make really complex
simple needs and wants
to milk dollar bills
from cash cows.
In another life
I was an oil Barron.

Beating shores
are wars of scarcity
as seas of needs
laps at stability
but storms will brew
and cataclysmic shifts happen
no matter what we choose.
It's best just not to live next
to shifty temperaments.

In the last 36 years
through nourished spirit
I've grown souls wealth
in thirteen directions.
I would innovate
for greener peace,
and do my best
in building stability.

Finance This

Living presents
mimic Nature
and natural innovation
and in Sun, you'll find us
in decision and reflection
opening our minds
to surf some time.

I mimic Nature
whether I read,
or wear clothes.
For words are written
in the clouds and rain;
and fur clads coats
beasts grow

Natural innovation
revolves around food
and protection
and what is that
but energy and shelter,
for both growing economy
and married mankind.

In Sun, you'll find us
down roads towards posterity
a gleaming civilization
taking it easy
through solar energy
once budgets are erected
and towers collecting.
Crackheads will feed the earth
before they finish feeding us
and so we need to look up
for unlimited supply
in cloud and sky
for my motornation.

Deciding and reflecting
solar futures
or maybe wind energy
and any number of things
where appropriate
Green energy can bring
quite a bit of independence
quite cheaper than war
in bids for energy
and shelter

Minding
our conscience,
something tells me
any addiction is vice
whether oil, tv, or credit
All of which
are supplied
by crackheads
whom are using you
to further ambitions
of money, power, and respect
when we empower the crackheads
to exploit us.

Surf some time,
I carve waves in mind.
Beat shores
with rhymes of line
For oceans are vast
with lives that pass
through impetuous tantrums
for one's last dime,

Time passes
in cloudy mind and rainy thought
but energy and shelter
points towards posterity
through solar futures
cheaper than the wars
supplied by crackheads
that beat shores.

Life is a Beeach

Wandering electric seas
for millions of years
independently powered
societal metabolisms
drove economies
to find dreamers
for models and metaphors.

Billions of years
has witnessed
climate change
and fauna evolve
in punctuated events
and in gradual trends,
from air conditioning
to megaton impacts.
We mimic the seas
of existence.

Independently powered
we make local decisions
for often personal needs
copying the steeds
of natural innovation
whether unthinking or not,
for we're products
of biologics.

Societal metabolisms
feeding you and me
grow like algae
anyplace there's water
and sun, you'll find us
dreaming of stars
as we grow horizontal

Driving economies
is solar power.
We would not last long
if suns went out,
thats a fact.
What brings light
into your life?
We revolve around Sol;
it feeds and guides us
in decision and reflection.

Finding Dreamers
basking in suns
making suntea
is a natural thing
We eat light
to open minds
as grease of night
puts to rest, opportunity.

Models and metaphors
ease days' understanding
as sweeping generalizations,
they're all wrong and false
but prove their usefulness,
time and time again with simplicity.
Why not simplify lives
and surf sometimes quantic waveforms?
Poetry is sport limbering minds.

Living presents
mimic Nature
and natural innovation
and in Sun, you'll find us
in decision and reflection
opening our minds
to surf some time.

Solar Futures

I like to fly free
in moments of sunshine
with dreams perching
and transform
a future plucked,
remembered again,
in complex intuition
to get around a bit.

Sunshine
enlightens sight
revealing futures
captured by past plants
for millions of years
For only light is eternal

dreams perch
with sun towers
to split water
for hydrogen
fuel cells
and electric
shuttles
and buildings
independently heated,
powered, and processed
watching budget limits
"It's too cloudy today,
work has been canceled!"

Transforms
by the block
particle
and wave,
maybe radiation
is the sea we live in.
Our societal metabolism
runs by electricity,
in futures where producers work
and money still buys consumer goods
but credit backed by kilojewels
ships by powerlines pipes
while ATMs distribute
klein bottles of light
and banks become
power substations.

Remembering the present
we are wholly dependent
on fossil fuels and greed
to drive economies efficiently
It is really a clownfish
finding a meal,
though salesman might liken
to sharks in great wide seas.
And non-profits a pod of whales
or dolphins.
Our economies are living things
that get polluted or freeze
or overheat, ever changing
while remaining the same.
just as worlds be.

Complex intuition
can be finding relationships
whether its a lover
or finding dreamers
that open minds.
The best poets
use poetic license

to get around a bit.
And like clownfish
protect their protecting
models and metaphors
For stripped of clothes
lightened loads
of responsibility,
reduces stress
for me admittedly.

Wandering electric seas
for millions of years
independently powered
societal metabolisms
drove economies
to find dreamers
for models and metaphors.

In a My Cup of Tea

A break finally in clouds
dreams up life worth living
and assembles power
on panels out back.
Through my coconut engine
I may visit friends
but going back on high seas
on an engine that sometimes runs, well...

Dreaming life
in minds garden
is a moment of sunshine
where futures are pieced
together as meals
for cognizance
in directed action
and present awareness

Assembled Power
is in recall
of those dreams
For if you know
in what you need
from a situation
One is more likely
to get something
beneficial

Like solar panels
the expectation is set up
and the present captures
and transforms
into something useful

To run coconut engine
the future is plucked
and work is done in refining
oil for motornation
but preparation
sets up transformation
There must still be rest to make use,
or opportunity is squandered
in hoarding possibility.

Visiting friends
tell me my scars have healed
but it can be hard to walk
hard to hear, hard to talk
and harder to remember
than life is normally like

Going back on high seas
seems an impossibility
I'm just a poor man now
with simpler sensibilities
but complex intuition.
With little wherewithal
outside local communities,
I stay home lots.

My boat engine runs sometimes,
but it gets hot and overheats
and it gets cold and freezes
pretty amazing though
for coconut oil,
gets me around a little bit
but no where near shipping lanes.

I like to fly free
in moments of sunshine
with dreams perching
and transform
a future plucked,
remembered again,
in complex intuition
to get around a bit.

Azores of Ketchikan

It's been a long time since shipwreck,
and having learned to observe
I crawl up
on gray days and black nights
that last lifetimes, it seems,
broken only by mini-vacation
as a path I trod for survival
in shores of wooded forest.

I'm learning to observe
gratefulness for days
As I could have easily
lost life at sea
Though now partly disfigured,
I must plan my life again,
and build myths of success
to dream up life worth living
or again I'll be drifting
without anchor or sail,
landlocked or not.

I crawl up
on engine parts
and try again
to assemble power
from the four twigs, thimble,
and bits of coconut shell
but it won't turn over
no matter how much
lemon juice is in resevoir.
And, I thought this time for sure,
I even added vodka.

Gray days and black nights
generate little spark
on panels out back
though enough for some TV sometimes
and lights to watch Gilligans Isle
Man, those guys had it rough.

Lasting lifetimes
our lives give us
opportunities
to pick and choose
all the best things
and avoid the worst,
But there's somekind
of design flaw
in a coconut engine.

Mini-vacations to break monotony
come in many ways
Sometimes I'll soak in the bay
or pretend I'm fishing
I like visiting friends
and exploring new woods
Once I flew to Chicago
and drank over the bridge
But mainly, I'll read
and fill my head
with visions of reality

Paths I trod
are well worn
It's been 16 years now
and people are calling me friend.
Though some would expect of me
to go back on high seas
cause they don't see
my crooked vision
or addled hearing
from the explosion,
Just some scars on forearms
and sun-burnt nose.
But yet my ears ring eternal
in deep silence
Though it too comes and goes
like the pains I feel.

Shores of wooded forest
supply all kinds of materials
But Metal
on this isthmus of atoll.
So I turn my mind
to power through coconut oil
which runs engines sometimes
but nothing to power a boat
And where would I go?
It's not like opportunity
is advertised on islands
where cannabilism is prevalent.
Maybe someplace sunny
to spend my days.
So I can watch Gilligans Isle?
The clouds are now in my eyes,
and I'm paranoid they're going to eat me
in mutiny, again.

A break finally in clouds
dreams up life worth living
and assembles power
on panels out back.
Through my coconut engine
I may visit friends
but going back on high seas
on an engine that sometimes runs
is lunacy.

It's Been a Long Time

My wanderlust
mimics occupation.
Seemingly a dream
of new days coming.
For my soul's body
makes apparent
some of Life is genetic
in my understanding.

mimicking occupation
are children
learning by observing
practicing by play
until big enough for pay

Seemingly a dream
life is a beach
I crawled up on
from catastrophe at sea
onto isolated island
with mostly beasts
for company
with nothing to mimick
in occupation
except animals I perceive.

New days come,
in agony I weep
from silent peace,
gray days and black nights
haunted by figments
of light and shadow
playing across imaginations
as I listen
from the room with a view
to wide seas breaking
upon my shore
and rain pelting my roof
in my narrow harbor

My soul's body
is defective
but its all I got
and so I clothe it
in privacy to protect
and jealously guard chapt skin
This I must make last
for a lifetime
like the quart jars
swaddled in macrame
I refill each rain.

Apparently,
I could leave
anytime I want
but lacking RFID chip
under palm skin
grocery doors won't open,
tills won't ring.
Some people with ocular bionics
can't even see me
I have most of what I need, here
except people
And anyway,
I can't run away
from myself in any case
except by mini-vacation.
Me, always seems to catch up
whether or not I look back.
And the beer isn't completely shit

Some of Life is genetic
imparted by eons of evolution
of Man struggling with Nature
but also against Markets and Industry
as paths we trod determine survival
of both path and camper
whether or not destination
is truthful and beautiful
for our health, wealth,
ingenuity, and acceptance

Understanding this,
I sit alone
in comfort of radio
watching time lap
upon shores of wooded forest
from inside insulated box
with company of chickadee
and it's occasional calling fee-bee
as winter latches lickety-split
onto shackles of my cigarette.

It's been a long time since shipwreck,
and having learned to observe
I crawl up
on gray days and black nights
that last lifetimes, it seems,
broken only by mini-vacation
as a path I trod for survival
in shores of wooded forest.