Poems

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

Is it writer's block, or manic depression?

they're very similar, so up for discussion

whichever's the case, one thing's for sure

selling a book should be the best cure

I'm wide awake, with my pain all in tow

and what I'm feeling, certainly I'll know

if I just remain sober, focus, keep trying

worst case scenario, rolling over, dying

It's funny of course, in every ha-ha way

struggling to find something real to say

yet a writer's brain never stops looking

or quits dreaming, of being a book king

I promised myself I'd not again use crutches

and alcohol wise, I've amassed big bunches

of days without uses, never making excuses

and I'm proud in that area, feel zero hysteria

But in one spot I'm weak, my mind's a toddler

for my lady Mary Jane, a desire to coddle her

is sometimes overwhelming, as in right here

yes, I give in for now, beauty trumped all fear

Oh, I'm high as a kite, my mania's ascending

like an alpinist falling to his untimely ending

and I'm ruing my friends, my decision to try it

cos naught changed, not even one tiny bit

So, I'm back on the wagon, gotta be all soberly

in a shot gunning seat where I'll watch over me

starting out once more, this to be my last time

letting go her sweet canes, little helper of mine

Hey there you rappers, is this your time

to live like Kings and Queens of rhyme?

but didn't you forgot, you're only human

filled with the snot, shite, piss, puss and

phew man! What you doing now already

been done, by the English, all Frenchmen

every Spanish, Dutch, and Germanic son

why their royalty's had enough gold to buy

all the bling on the planet, yet here you cry

like it be all okay to roll your greed upon it

yet it didn't make them Northern European

ignoramuses happy, what makes you think

yo big, dumb ass any more or less nappy?

I'm not going to make it, but none of you will either 

we'll each die eventually, so we're losers to the last

hey, don't look at me like that, I didn't make the rule

yet the rule states when we don't 'make it' we've lost

and once we've 'lost' then by definition we're 'losers'

which is fine, since we also didn't make the laws of 

mortality, hence death's not an option, nor our fault

however, it's not okay for you to believe you're not a 

part of the rules, somehow you alone are above it all

better than someone else, because that would make 

you a delusional fool, an ignorant human in a sea of 

the soon to be dead, selfishly pushing and pulling us 

down to help you up, unwisely thinking this will keep 

you afloat, when in truth it's only destroying our hope

delaying a blinding end to just another flash in the pan

Now I'm in trouble, and heading for a quibble

it's haircut time, want to look like Ish Kibibble

Or Lloyd Christmas's cut, from Dumb and Dumber

need to goof it all up so's to get past this bummer!

Never too late, not until the final breath's taken

Nihilism's bad myth, and all followers forsaken

fresh leaves to be turned, new thought's spoken

these are some hopes of we not yet heartbroken

don't wait for the gasp, a last thought of poor me

now my chances are gone, oh why couldn't I see?