Blow, blow, blow off steam
Till the rafters shake
Get it off your chest
Do not bend or break
Vent, vent, vent like mad
Till the cows come home
Tell the gutsy truth
Wither you may roam
Poems
Fuck your two-hundred billion in net worth
fuck your five-hundred million dollar yacht
fuck your fifty-million dollar wedding
and fuck your five-million dollar engagement ring
Fuck your A-list wedding, fuck everyone attending
fuck their greed, their selfishness, their inhumanity
fuck their lack of compassion, huge egos, fake smiles
and fuck them for honoring your lack of understanding
Fuck the people and organizations glorifying money and celebrity
fuck the stupid notion that wealth and fame automatically makes someone
a good person worthy of being idolized, respected, and revered
and fuck you forever or until you wake up from your arrogant ignorance
I'm still growing, still trying, still breathing, still yearning
and my heart 'tis still open, as a well soul should be
I'm still laughing, still evolving, still hoping, still learning
and my mind 'tis still open, as the good brains in me
I'm dying
and I want to squeeze more out
some poetry, a little grandeur, one shout!
I'm feeling
and I need to hold on dear
to hope, a big breath, more cheer!
How did I feel when I lived
what did I sense as I loved?
When is a human life good
did I hold mine as I should?
Where is my his story here
do you remember me well?
Will I forget human beings
'til passing's time I can tell
Let's not lose our minds and go batshit berserk
we're not like them, we'll never be like them
we don't want war, we never want war
we want justice, fairness, equanimity, peace
we want intelligence, compassion, kindheartedness
We want a happy ending for Trump and MAGA
like the Scrooge phenomenon or the Grinch surprise
we want logic and rationality to reign
we want all wars to end and all war to cease
we want wonders for the human race and for our planet
The raucous roar of pounding surf falls gently pon my ears
The morning sunlight warms my skin from face to flat bare feet
Still sailing, cruising, drifting like a ghostship through the years
My crossing near the watershed where death and I shall meet
The curing call of lapping waves alleviates my fears
The morning sea breeze hugs my soul from head to tender toes
Still coasting, floating, wafting in spindrifts of salty tears
My passage into ripe old age now steady as she goes
'Twas a well human being, a man, waiting gently 'pon a passing,
he chose his garden as the place to go, flowered, cool, and grassy
'Twas a good heart the person had, overcome by lovingkindness
two ladybugs, four butterflies one dog attending to his highness
Unconditional love's my intention, my destination, my destiny
unconditional love's the infinite, eternal, miraculous healing
happening right here right now
Intellectually I know these truths to be true
yet simply seeing isn't enough, only understanding won't do
I want to feel them, I need to sense them
Oh great Unconditional Loving Being of the Universe
please grant me the consciousness to experience you
right here right now, in this present moment
Yes, yes, yes transcendental bliss gently breaks me
yes, yes, yes ecstatic weeping crack me wide open
with each and every heavy, sobbing breath
I swim in pure, omnipresent, all-encompassing unconditional love
more gratitude 'tis my reward, how I hunger for more gratitude
here I wait for more gratitude, now I pause for more gratitude
I am blessed, I am blessed, I am blessed
where there's unconditional loves there's humility
where there's humility there's surrendering
Where there's surrendering there's innocence
where there's innocence there's calm
where there's calm there's peace
Where there's peace there's no conflict
where there's no conflict there's no ego
unconditional love's my hope, my dream, my higher power
Unconditional love's selfless, limitless, victorious
unconditional love's the magical manifestation
of the benevolently creative cosmic energy
You're all those things rolled into one
Musician, artist, leading man
You're all those things right here and now
No fuss, no mess, no other than
You're all those things both good and bad
Chess player, poet, rambling man
You're all those things right to the end
No more, no less, no greater than
If I had it to do over again
which I don't, can't and won't
But if I'm going to fantasy land
stepping into that haze filled room
I'm anti establishment, anti culture
anti tradition and anti government
Yeah, I'm music, art, theatre
and President of the Chess Club
