The fake news of eternal life is a huge problem here
eternal life for individual living beings isn't an option
thinking they're going to live forever in paradise with
their Gods has the Earthlings rumbling upon Harleys
The sight and sound of these obese liars is sickening
the truth is the only eternity happening on this planet
is the eternal life of the atomic materials being used
accepting this'd bring a quiet humility into our world
Crooked are the crooks but their potencies are waning
the windup clock's demise is the end of all complaining
every energetic choice is the master's moral movement
as handles comes to rest there's only history remaining
What'd you do today, or what're you doing today?
thinking about you, wondering how your days are
hoping they're filled with warm light and joyful love
wishing for tranquility and peace from here on out
while contemplating my constant use of poetry to
communicate with a world seemingly out of focus
as a human being named Jesus once told his God
paraphrasing, "they don't know what they're doing!"
Sense of humor save me, please never leave my side
sense of humor soften the brutal hardness of my ride
Stay strong, yes?
but for how long?
Until you cannot
anymore, amigo.
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
