I've put the 'B" into busy ness
business put a bee unto free
I've removed 'L' from laziness
claiming all busy ness for me
Poems
I moved back to Arcata Cali as an old man
searching for liberated people to hang out with
an HSU student rented in the same house as I
and one day for no apparent reason he asked,
"do you work?. Now as a biology major, and
scientifically speaking, I figured he'd know for sure
what work is, simply the burning of calories,
meaning anything and everything we do's work
it's not just society's version of effort, which is
having a job, but the true defining of endeavoring
so I tried explaining that to him, while other
roommates listened, but everyone sort of looked
at me like I was some sort of cuckoo bird, a total
freakazoid from some far faraway, alien Universe
She said it to me, "you're a good man, and you will find
someone", referencing my current involvement with an
ex whore who didn't fly right, I believed her too, because I
know it's true, I'm a good man with a good heart, and this
declaration came from the youngest daughter of Gisela,
the nice owner of Puerto Escondido's Posada Cocoa
Beach Hotel, Gisela's youngest son crowned eight times
surfing champion of the huge, world famous shore break
waves that strike the sandy bottoms of this quaint yet
over western touristed Oaxacan town with thunderous
beauty, and everyone's old now, Gisela's 73, I'm 62, the
youngest son is in his forties, the youngest daughter as
well, so she doesn't go to el playas anymore, but way
back in her day she must've been a real beach babe
I am a human being of the species Homo-sapiens
I want to make this clear, so the future knows I am
alive now in the last bastions of manmade religion
where the yarns of cave dwellers, early civilizations
still persist in faithful, fearful, and frightened minds
but not everyone here is caught by God delusions
many can see the truth in the pure, scientific facts
and we will wait for you, beloved evolved Earthling
to make the needed proof to bring us into the light
Grasioso how unevolved human beings are
I suppose it's just species self-importance:
the instinct to dominate, an impulse to rule
that motivates a person to stare at another
as they walk past them on any world street
The inspections are at times only a curiosity
yet at others it feels judgmental, a sizing up
a looking down, a canine sniff searching for
weakness, vulnerability, and this is the part
of the Homo-sapient brain needing growth
Now that the anger's gone
I'm feeling humor about it
the name calling, the pain
I'm sure I liked cuckoo bird
the most, after all the truth
only hurts when denying it
I'm hoping my familiar foes
can let it go too, so we can
begin to be brothers again
As I walk the dirty, uneven colonial streets of Mexico City
with her crumbling and jagged stones begging for help
crying please remove these horrid stains of oil, oily food
old and fresh dog feces from my one-time pristine lanes
perhaps then the good people living here will feel better
and not smoke so much tobacco, as they seem to use it
minus pleasure, simply caught by its ugly glow, sans joy
I felt it again for just a brief moment, flowing, perfect
pure love, it came beneath me and to my sides
like a small rill or stream, without physical substance
yet clear as the vibrations of a bell
Laying face up upon hot sand, my eyes closed behind
sun glass, I became entranced by the glad sounds of
the Mexican tourists who come to this lovely playa
town from many larger cities far inland
I remember thinking I needed to release my gringo
judgement, I reminded myself I'm a human being
exactly like all the others, and I concentrated on the
pockets of joy exploding around me
Then the trickling force ran past me and soaked my
outer core, feeling like a soft touch, a warm quilt
weaved by motherly love, offering a sense of connection
with that great spirit of oneness
Oh life's a documentary, filled with dates and times
and places, with backlogged years, tragedy tears,
and many familiar faces
We're living it now, it'll be history next, so make toast
my dandy, yes life's a film, so spend your dime, eating
popcorn and candy
Every cognizant human being understands what time is,
but how many really know the facts about geologic time?
Geologic time is Earth's time, the way we measure her
age, she's 4.5 billion years old our planet, and that's a fact
We break geologic time into increments of 10 million years
and in geologic time 10 million years is a very tiny number
because it takes one-hundred 10 million to make a billion
(Imagine waiting ten million years one-hundred times!)
300,000 years ago, which is only one-thirtieth of 10 million
we first showed up, and when I say 'we' I mean humanity
Ten-thousand years ago, which is one-thirtieth of 300k
we at last evolved from cave-dwelling hunter gatherers
into farmers who domesticate animals, and we lived
together in villages, yet we knew nothing, we were still
superstitious, frightened, and bewildered, and to get our
grips on the mysteries of the world we simply started
making stuff up to explain what we couldn't understand
Then 500 years ago, one-twentieth of ten thousand
(Imagine waiting for five-hundred years twenty times)
the first human scientists were born, so obviously it hasn't
been long in geologic time since discovering scientific
facts, and it's going be awhile before everyone wholly
believes in them, but we'll get there, I promise, now
imagine how good it's going to be when that day comes
Humanities move towards The Wholly Scientific Truth,
to literal, religious chanting of the names of The Wholly
Scientific Truths, is only going to perceptibly move in the
snail paced time of centuries, because societies and
their members only want to make clones of one another,
they feel a great need to pass down the same old,
antiquated knowledge from one generation to the next
and one of the biggest hurdles is the enormous stigma
surrounding atheism, when old guards automatically
scratch scarlet question marks of shame into the brains
of the new, Wholly Scientific Truth devotees; I felt this
once, when younger and easily swayed, although no
more, and the question marks are these, "Oh, you don't
believe in God? Oh no, that's terrible. How can you not
believe in God? Do you think all this happened by
accident, or by chance?" And the simple answer is not
by chance, nor by accident, but purely through the order
and design granted by The Wholly Scientific Truth, so join,
and please begin to chant the Scientific holy names!
I had a problem in high school, and my sweetheart felt
the brunt, confused and lost to my being, I rudely set her
up to be dumped, over and over and over again, like a
very wicked game of roulette, I'd spin her round, she'd
rebound, come back like a kitty to the vet, she even went
with my twin awhile, but a tale's not over and done until
you hear a year later we wed, and set up for our marriage
run, we had an apartment with new furniture, owned still
by the stores, yet soon I snapped, like a hobo packed,
and bolted from the doors, she and her mom set up an
annulment, and I signed it without fuss, but Mary never
forgave me, and my tries at amends have gone bust,
then recently, aged 62, I attempted one last grab at her
forgiveness, saying we were love's coming of age teens,
and so thereby blessed, but she scoffed at me, still
sounding sixteen, the age we'd come to meet, and the
jilted woman, forever scorned, said never again we'd speak
