You show me
More
When only my energy
Flows
Through you
Black Mirror
I see
What others can’t show
I hear
What others can’t speak
I feel
What others can’t touch
Breath in
Breath out
People are just people
Living
Fallacies way away
From
Me and mine
But I can
Will
Explore them
And
Not mistake them
As
Mine
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Photo: Self-Portrait (April, 2020)
steel shiny
rubber rolling
windshield worlds
click, click, click
of my smartphone
driving@102fps
hotel suites
staff know my name
packed lunches dinners
complimentary breakfasts
then suit-up time
buttoned-down or t-shirted
(superman had his cape: ive got my blazer) and jeans
this psychologist’s uniform
preparing to understand
kids yelling punching soiling @102fps
parents struggling denying
enabling offending
another deep deep plunge
back into the infinite flow
of young faces hiding
tortured souls and secrets
finding dna of their pain
“abused”
“neglected”
“in placement”
“rights terminated”
are never just words
bandied about
so many violated kids
i gotta gotta know
102 feet per second
day in
day out
barely keeping up
“depraved”
“heartbreaking”
“tragic”
all those realities apply
lived their prisons
felt their rages
knew their numbness
storms before my calm
lived decades before
lived lives ago
lived PTSD life
always fighting
always dying
rising up again
until no1Left2fight
but me
being part of their journeys
starting their evolutions
of making mountains into
pebbles on their paths
helping them find miracles
when the evals all done
it’s never barely mentioned
each a stranger again
afterwards i
slip off the sport coat
slip into the car
meditate and
send out healing
as i heal@102fps
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photo: untitled windshield landscape (Trout Run, PA)
become the dust
flow through my pores
soak into my blood
alter my dna
my eyes materialize
within your darkest night
paired sunrises or sunsets
only you know which
in each passing moment
touch what you will
you will touch me
we two mingling in breezes
cascading before the sun
in our rainbow
only others can see
only we can feel…
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photo: SunSetsoon (January, 2020)
words that cut
sharpened by truth
turn no deaf ears
in this morning’s light
warned by The Universe
to give us this day
its Daily Bread
i shall go armed
only with insight
carried on wings
of outlaw truth
singleness of purpose
battling injustices
profound and profane
under building storm clouds
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photo: Morning Reading. (January, 2020)
planes that fly away from me
as the sun leaves my sky
dont know what i want to be
when i finally grow up
who was it who made me
one day at a time
back in the good old days
before my nights had eyes
im not sure i know me
as well as i know you
theres too much
i dont want to see
how my mirrors need cleaning
someday i’ll be all gone
vacant from my body envelope
just floating on the ether
waiting for time to end
’til then i’ll just float
like a pencil in a spa
waiting for my next words
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photo: Pencil in a Spa (Lewisburg, 2020)
when U know pain in your gut lost in your own fog
B4U clearly seeing
it in your lover’s eyes
when U see bullets flying
and hear victims’ screams
B4U hearing the newcast
when anxiety grips U
B4U hearing a child sobs
when U feel all aroused
B4U hearing the lover’s orgasm
B4Life gets U all riled
as everything flows
in out through U
in out through mind’s I
B4I react
instead gotta chill
gotta know what’s mine
gotta know what’s yours
can’t own shit
(no matter how good/bad)
if it’s your B4Life
but I add blessings
2 the lightstream
flowing ‘tween us
in our here and now
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photo: Night Fog (January, 2020)
snow turned winter brown2white
muffled sounds of goodyears ‘gainst pavement
as i sped along backroads
fetch erranding LoverWife’s parcel
didKnot feel like dyin2day
instead found a song
4 inspiration 2 write
another feature screenplay
&
wrote a poem ’bout pTsD
watched TV and a film
with LW
five weeks until Sedona
flying A321@PHL2PHX
smiles (of course)
who cant be happy
@30k ft (tell me, tell me)
2easy2ache4others pain
no: bSelfish2day
had2holdMEtight in life’s embrace
so much life2day
so much beauty2day
hell around isKnotting others
fingertrap and gordian
tying us all down
when 4getting
we doKnot feel
like dyinInside2day
live2love2unravelKnots
peaceB2U
loveB2U
slipKnots
&UBfree
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photo: squallB4passing (January 2020)
the President said
kill the General
the People said
kill the President
as Australia burns
and the Senate churns
whose sins did Epstein die4
as blue screens invade our space
and damage our brains
i cant remember what i thought
must have been important once upon a Time in hollywood
enough for Weinstein’s perp walker (from coast2coast, his SexCrimes are the most!)
i got #metoo’d at 18
my rapist guy now Life Coach
in Big apple (mick and his boys sang ’bout being shatter’d)
shadoobied all upside and down with razor to my being
no perps had walkers back in the good Olde day
’cause guys only get raped in prison or in war
but i ain’t killed no General (so what’s that all about?)
& aint done no crime
but doin’ all this time
just a blue screen poet
watching the world die
eternally optimistic
trippin’ on whatever wherever (cause drugs are so-o-o Seventies and pot gives me legalized munchies)
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photo: good morning poet (January 2020)
what my eyes see
and my soul feels
my lips are not allowed to say
it’s within my viscera
birth to death
and everything in between
my skin feels pain, bliss
oh so fucking sweet bliss
how i wish all of it were mine
instead of the soul’s orgasms
reverberating through my fascia
and bullets ripping through crowds
i see and hear them too
never soon enough
for the corporeal world
so many times i am those dying
many times i am those dead
psychic, intuitive, empathic
clairvoyant all just mere
empty aproximations
of Heaven and Hell
come to me at random moments
between you and i
fuck
fuck
fuck
intruding with butterfly force
or a brick disolving into sand
scattered by the breaths
of Angels swirling ’round
i know not why this vision shit
foists itself upon me and not foolish enough to fathom
i deserve any answer
to this asshole’s query
as to why instead
content i am only
to always know my role
as this Earth place melts
and mankind continues
feeding, feeding, feeding
upon itself
i, the fool
crossed with the magician
remaining optomistic
even in the world’s darkest nights
that only my eyes can fathom
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photo: Fool & Earth & Magician (January 2020)
7teen, no 8teen
after my rape and in2 intermittent homelessness
i found u with some dork named Danny
who said we’d always be brothers
just b4 he started being creepy
and I planned on killing him
if he wasn’t gonna let me out his dorm room
ditched that loser
walked alone around Mansfield
saw it like a Lionel train set town
without the choo-choo train
disappointed my mind didn’t take me anywhere
I hadn’t already been
LSD, everyone said they loved you
4 bringing them visions and cool shit
“don’t trip alone” they all said
f*** that I didn’t need any guide
never told I anyone I tripped
until after the fun start started starting
shit became funnier shit
the world seemed like a giant TV show
with everyone saying their lines
just as I had predicted
cue the canned laughter
and the dancing coeds
50nine now moved on from the trips
so that live trips me along
mindfulness meditation, shamanism, animal spirits
evolving, evolving, evolving
simultaneously being in multiple universes
flowing, flowing, flowing
being that trip that I am so taking
endeavoring to find loving and lightness
on each step of my path
10-q, Babba Ram Dass
4 your books, your open spirit, your love
Namaste
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photo: Metamorphosis (Butterfly Card)
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