Pencil in a Spa

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)

didKnot feel like dyin2day

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)

LSD&ME (4RamDass)

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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)

Thankful

from within my soul
from around my world
words become stanzas
letters typed in html mode
one picture added in visual

eyes reading my words
minds visualizing my worlds
souls embracing my feelings
allowing our poetic essences
to mingle ‘cross virutal
space in a timeless dance

here and now please know
i love you all
for looking into this soul
this life this journey
i am grateful to you all
for reading more than my words
and accompanying me
if only for these few momemts
if only in this forum

blessings to you all
beyond this day of gratitude

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photo: November Spa in Rain (Lewisburg, 2019)

On the Morrow (When I Go To Jersey)

on the morrow
when i go to jersey
and reunite with the boy
i never got to be
in the rolling hills
among the barren trees
i will again be him

on the morrow
i meditating all
along miles of I-80
through farmland
the poconos
and the water gap
itself a perfect symbol
of the transition from
my first couple lives
to infinite next ones

i will stand barefoot
on their graves and feel
their energies mingling
with the earth’s as
pain becomes strength once again

at times
i had made this sojourn
when depressed and defeated
by the weariness in my soul

at times
i had arrived cloaked
with soiled shame and
self-loathing

at times
i had brough questions
silently asked of headstones

once, our energies
stopped my watch
shut down my iphone
and so made me laugh

so, now i go in bliss
in abundance in faith
in surrender in acceptance
of answering their calls

their plots a tile in life’s mindfulness mosiac
where Fool, Magician dance
where High Priestess, Empress sing

fuck, i love it there
on the morrow
when i go to jersey

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photo: Top Shelf (November, 2019)

Shall You See the Sun

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Shall you see the sun
When they who are clouds
Attempt to stand above you
And prevent you from being

Shall you know the moon
When only storms fill your night
As uprooted trees crash ‘round you

Shall you hear the truth
When the only voices in the air
Are those spoken by forked tongues

Shall you taste freedom
When you feel only chains on your skin
And open shackles coming for your mind

No, no, no, no

You shall instead walk away
Amused and wiser for having survived
All your illusions that kept you caged
And contemplating all you might never be

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Photo: Rainbow Ocean (Date Unknown)

Victory (For The Suicidal)

 

Pain
Obscures golden sunrise
And
Crisp winter air
That
Once invigorated me
Like
The sound of giggling children
And
The warmth of a baby
Sleeping on my chest

Sadness
Gloom
Both cloaking me
You
All that moves
Through decaying consciousness
Lies
They both feed me
Regrets
Of past selves
Visions
Of upcoming tragedies
So
Obviously impending
So
Completely deserved

Who
What
Are I to stop the inevitable
Where
I am less than nothing
When
There is no place
Left
For me to go

Pain
Building to a crescendo
Of
Unpardonable Guilt
Of
Irrevocable shame
Of
Suffocating self-pity

You
You
And you
I have to live for
Me
I have to live for
Dreams
I have to live for
Writing
I have to live for

Today
Is just one day
Nothing
More or less
Nothing
Worth dying for

NO
NO
NO
These will not be
Moments
When I spill my blood
Or
Stop air from my lungs
Not
On this day
Not
In this life

YES
I will dismantle my gallows
YES
I will lower my razor
YES
I will leave my death chamber
AND
Never again return
EXCEPT
In glorious memories
CELEBRATING
My greatest victory
Over
My greatest pain
And
My greatest isolation

Faith
Kept and grown
In
Myself is now
My
Gift to you

Know
Your wisdom
That
Only comes from walking
Along
That collapsing cliff
And
Pulling yourself back
From
Your steepest brink

Embrace
Strength that comes
From
Accepting vulnerability
And
Discarding self-imposed
Shame
So that you may
Feel
The golden sunrises
Breathe
The crisp air
And
Walk our living path

RECOVER
On our path
REJOICE
In our triumph
EMBRACING
Our journey

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Photo: Reaching for Clouds (July, 2019)