Category Archives: beauty

Each tick

each tick is closer to the unknowable
as if I could exhale a carburetor
to get the machine rumbling again
my inability to hold one concept
and my ineptitude in a singular pursuit
this drinking water pours through the cracks between my hands
my ideals slip away
like a race dog running after a stuffed bunny
pinning for more novely and discovery
exploring the vast reaches of ingenuity
in the far reaches of the infinite galaxy
preceving the next rubrix cube
astroid, planet, star
to be shifted and shaped
create and uncreate
binding and locking
past and present coalescing
balancing both reality and fantasy
come find me
I’ll be clinging on the moutain side
and slurping from the fountain gushing
as the rain evaporates from the pavement on a popsicle summer day
come find me
and whisper in my ear
all you hold dear
come find me
and tell me that I’m a stranger
and a friend that you’ve always knew
and recognize that we are bound for the promised land
where the harvest is full and the fruit is rippening
waiting for  children all dressed to pick
and the juices dripping down their mouths
come find me

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all of us

all of us are burying undergroud
all of us are held up in the pound
we cry for freedom
instead of serfdom
all things walk in the path of least resistance
with the least insistance
struggle against the forcing current
least be a servant
graffati on the pearly wide gate
before knawing on the bait
reveal a haphazard path
jump over the shaft
hone the craft using
continue to be musing
be sure to build more than break
be sure to tithe more than take
all things surly fall into
some artful place
all framed in perspective

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Amends

calm down
keep around
it’ll be around
let out the dog
walk around town
keep on humming and singing your song
make amends
don’t pretend
reach out
for hands
in this life amok
run unto you run out of breath
some day
one day
you will be embraced
not just a foretaste
believe me for one moment
surrender on the ground
move on
forget her
let go of it
and become all that you are
let the bells of freedom ring and reign
in your heart
in your marrow
in your mind
no need to pretend

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Pearl

come and commandeer my soul
a little bit of sand slipped in
and it’s being refined into a pearl
lift a prayer for the ordeals
eyes flutter during the stake out
no bullhorn political clout
I cringe at every logical fallacy
doubting  our immortality
wait
your gasping breath has more meaning then for oxygen
a longing for someone or something beyond the present
I’m not about self-fulfilling prophecies
or cradling temporal fashionable identities
I lift my gaze to the author

knowing His penmanship is my own precursor
I gaze at the beauty of reality all around me
the daffodil caught in light and shade
wadding into the river stream of life
beyond emptiness of striving and strife
find the simple pleasures of day to day
of running, cooking, my soul’s being made
so come and commandeer my soul
slip a bit of yourself in
and refine my life

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Apple

sweet and savory
melodramatic and moody
quiet quiver
amicable ardor
drawing bow string
Fistmele
Idiosyncrasies
biting lips
blushing
hushing
this helix
at arrow point
aiming for the invisible
adjust hypertension
bearing that friction
wobbling spearhead
involuntary vanguard
dormant reflex
hosting the intangible
clairvoyance for the edible

apple

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Tapestries

turning gears
and tightening
or loosening
drawstrings
is all I spend my time doing
developing intricacies
and potential ironies
are my natural affinities
even if none of it comes to pass
I keep on threading these plot lines
into serendipitous tapestries
if only I could live reality
as extravagant as my precise schemes
and I spend
much of my time
mending
stitching
patching
crafting
this work of life 

Some writing about some guy walking in a parking lot from 10:05 to 10:40

 He passed the neon poison-dart frog lights

  The flamingo pink fluorescent open signs 

  Clustered gangs of humanoids loitering near cars 

  Whispering, chattering, eruptious laughter

  Puffing pungent Mary Jane diffusing in the wind 

 He walked by a noodle restaurant

  And became a suave man cajoling a dame in a crow dress

  He could feel the gritty asphalt, the fish slim air 

  Three cinder blocks arbitrarily lost sat on a wall

  He grabbed out of  philosophical liberty and independence and threw it (lighter than he thought).  

 He felt that youth fluttering like a tiny cardinal between his rib cage 

 And landed, with a plebeian thud but started rolling down until friction did it’s work. safe 

Jumped up and down, the small divider became an exercise for the hamstrings and the gluteus 

Backwards jumps were of an audacious skateboarders, the crowd goes bananas 

Nature calls for a releasing of a steady stream, but no washroom’s in sight. 

Automatic door opens to an electronic spaceship control panel, office’s closed

 Leaving, to wander with aimless intent towards some experiential nirvana

 A digressive meditation on the seemingly ordinary of tea shops and asian diners as a product of immigrant middle class suburban sprawls. How would one distinguish Canada, from say some place in LA? 

What existed before the parking lot was slapped on to dry hard layer effectively killing all that lies beneath? 

Is this humanity’s sick way of entertaining ourselves?
Or is it as more fickle as that female recounting how she dodged the romantic forays of the boy she was holding sweaty hands with? 

Is this what life is all about? Making enough dough,to splurge on drinks and food, to associate with infant mirror images, based on my presupposed birth of being Chinese? 

Was living, more than the hemoglobin receiving O2 for the rest of my organs?  

Am I not so much as a pound of flesh, but with mind, body, soul, spirit? 

But, it’s time to leave, literally. The wait is over, contemplation done.

Easing open the passenger door to driving away into the darkness. 

What were you doing? Oh nothing, just hanging.