for you brown fearin’ lyin’ folks . . .
for you folks that fear brown,
get over through under it.
Once you go brown,
there’s no turning around.
for you folks that say one thing and mean another,
when lies meet truth, you flying up or burning down?
I’m gonna jus sit here and jot down the words.
My memory is not yours,
so let us decide now.
I have one foot in heaven,
another in fiery coals.
Yes or No?
In 1787 negotiators agreed that cows were 3/5ths of the whole.
In 1865 that law was rendered obsolete.
Cows, slaves, same thing , right?
In the 1950’s and 60’s Malcolm X began using ‘Black’
Before then, common names were nigger and Negro.
When did Afro-Americans become fully-accepted Americans?
When spirit has flown the coop,
why is the coop entombed,
and held in reverence
Isn’t it odd
Isn’t it odd the news
left and right
is about D. Trump?
What’s that about?
I say it’s about a master
Let’s give the man a standing ovation
for his mesmerizing and brilliant
Recorders of the recorded
Barack Obama and Adolph Hitler make recorded news.
Recorders and reporters pick a side
and respond accordingly.
What’s your side?
Are there more than 2?
Words get away from me. Some times,
they have their own guidance,
separate from mine.
They (the words) leave me (this guy) in the dust.
When the dust clears, I witness what has transpired.
“Where did that come from?”
Put your self in Her place.
If She does regard,
Mother Nature doesn’t regard one state more important
than any other. Not yours. Not mine. Not another.
Mother Nature just is.
No judgement or conditions.
We breathe Her in
and chop Her down.
We love and hate Her.
We abuse and praise Her.
We fight over Her
and then pollute Her.
We claim dominion over Her
in the name of Him.
Mother Nature just is.
Put your self in Her place.
I hear death is out
(was going to say sex)*
of the question.
Why? I hear
It feels so far away
and hear it is
a ticking heart.
*another short story
What’s there to question
‘Don’t leave home
Donations dry up.
Political parties fail.
We step forward
with our hearts.
If spirit in one fell swoop,
revealed all of our darkest secrets
and prevented us from harboring more,
(stripped us naked so to speak)
there’d be mayhem and the world
that we know would change for ever.
It’s not black and white.
Aren’t we slaves to food and sex, power and possession,
life and love, hoping and wishing, yesterday and tomorrow ?
Think about it!
Most of all, I’m a SLAVE to me, mine, mind.
I wanna’ find God!
Look no further.
I AM that I AM.
I AM all ways here.
Been there. Done That.
Listening to NPR
‘the Moth’ stories
on Veteran’s Day afternoon.
Lying here crying.
Thinking how odd it is
when words so far away
can strike so close to home
so many years later.
a Simple Mind prefers simple conclusions.
Do it my way.
I AM enough.
We are all
in the ocean
on the beach
here and gone
the least and the most
cells ripples grains air
here and gone.
I dance to my own beat.
that means stepping on toes.
It’s all food,
no matter what we call it.
Pain Joy Life Death,
it’s all food in service,
since before the first breath.
Let’s get past our little bellies,
my thoughts of me mine I,
and breathe in Be Hear Now.
We were conversing about a Smart device controlling our lives. I added my 2-cents, then heard from inside-out,
“It may be time to develop ‘inner smarts’, so the ‘outer smarts’ are limited, by the loving Heart of Grace.”
There I was, confidently losing weight.
Today, the scale revealed a 10 pounds gain.
That mind is a world-class character, to befriend.
here at Eglon Beach
4 men stand in the shallow surf
casting their Silent Lures
a Gull lands. an Egret lifts off.
the Sky is cloudy, sunny and eye blue.
it Crinkles my gaze through the windshield,
here at Eglon Beach.
Mayonnaise & Children
have some thing in common.
They both evolve from eggs.
Some folks will say mayonnaise
Is not a they.
‘If that makes you feel good, stick with it’.
a Bit of History
Mr. Trump has widened a wound, never fully closed and still festering, since Europeans landed on these shores and brought weapons, religion, a vision of riches, measles, smallpox, cholera, savagery to kill ‘savages’, and wiped out 90% of the indigenous people.
Buddha Babies II
Buddha babies are everywhere.
Be the leaf drifted down landing beneath the surface.
Be the feeling carried on each breath wide awake.
Be the heart truth no matter how pain full fully exposed.
Be the Buddha Baby everywhere Buddha babies.
What are your true colors?
Open and See
canvas sails touch the sky
ever so slowing
a blue field
pink lily dripping dew.
Wishing and Hoping ain’t Doing and Being.
Which appeals to you more?
Resistance and Surrender are essential building blocks.
What lets a beating heart swoon?
Some myths may be dispelled
or last a lifetime.
the Pain of Leaving
When I experience me and you
and us and them
being one and the same,
how much leaving can there be?
We left Vietnam,
with our friends
hanging from choppers.
We’re leaving Syria,
with our friends
hanging from trees.
Smokey the Bear says,
‘Always leave your friends,
with a loving heart’,
or something like that.
‘Trees are our friends too’.
the Whizzing Wind.
Make it up. Go with it,
riding the mare bareback.
She lathers! We’re moving fast,
against the whizzing wind.
People in power want to keep it.
Doesn’t matter the position or system.
Some are community-minded.
Others are Me-mine-I minded.
Each may become the other.
Look around and see Me-mine-I in the mirror.
A verbal written voice speaks up.
loud and clear.
“I can’t physically prevent you
from putting ME in the world.
A more effective protest is through
You look down and see what I AM thinking.
a dark seascape,
on a moonless night.
A foot in time,
one still behind,
not here, not there.
Eat your heart out.
If no light pours through,
do it again.
You wanna love
in the open
here and now
dew drops on the cotton sheet.
a Flurry of Words
It’s all about me, don’t you think?
Thinking may raise Demons, Goddesses, the stink of Turd Town, built in another land.
Thinking is not feeling.
Thinking is crinkling my face and scrunching down to avoid day and night, the wind-carried ash,
landing like snow.
Here, we flush our solid waste.
Turd Town incinerates theirs’.
Which way is best, do you think?
Who breaks the law?
Who makes the law?
Legals came here,
killed the native buffalo food
chained a people’s body and mind
tested bombs on 2 Asian cities
and they still make the law.
A man was surrounded by peaks,
and woke only after knowing the valley
and all in between.
In between Black & White
Black says You’re one of us.
White says You’re one of them.
I say At least they agree on one thing,
that the Virginian 1924 Racial Integrity Act
is still intact.
The BlackWhite divide in America is based in fear
From the beginning;
We need more hands, to prosper.
I been bought to a strange land.
We can’t lose what we got.
Father, daughter, brother, mother, all sold.
We will kill to stay on top.
It’s better to be angry and alive, than dead and gone.
Jesus will save you!
I wanna be saved!
My Black brothas and sistas,
tell Him out-loud and proud
what He is gonna do for you.
[Chorus (out loud and proud)]
Jesus will save me!
Jesus will save me!
Jesus will save me!
Keep them down, any way we have to.
We got to get up from here, and come together.
. . . any way we have to.
Words can’t hurt you.
“Hang ’em high!”
You wanna live?
The Nature of Nature.
We plant and grow apples.
Bugs eat the apples.
We spray the fruit and kill the bugs.
The bugs evolve and eat the sprayed fruit.
We use stronger spray to kill the bugs.
We eat the apples.
When I am balanced in moments and in between,
what more or less is there?
Floating downstream is easier than fighting the current,
resistance to pressure creates a diamond.
Fentanyl & Crack expose the divide between Black and White folks in America. How?
In the 80’s and 90’s Crack landed in Harlem and Los Angeles.
How many ‘let’s support the people’ programs were implemented?
Recently, Fentanyl has landed in Ohio and Appalachia.
How many ‘lock ’em up and throw away the key’ programs
We like happy faces on Facebook.
We avoid the face of pain, suffering and death.
Some folks experience all these faces in their day to day lives.
I love you.
How can you love what you don’t know?
You don’t have to know, to love.
all that to say,
Head Land, Heart Land, and Now Land
is . . . I AM . . . land.
Kaia is winging away, as we all are, day by day.
Note: My grief wets this keyboard, only for her.
My blurred vision, pained heart, and memories of happy us,
have me stifling a tear-filled scream.
Sleeping on a comfy bed,
under the dining-room table,
is my darling, Kaia,
To the bathroom mirror I said, ‘You look pregnant’.
Looking and being pregnant are very different.
One is a story, the other an experience.
Excellence and Mediocrity don’t co-exist,
without one affecting the other.
When one seeks excellence without question,
I love you sweetie.
I love you so much,
when I think how much,
my heart spills everywhere.
That’s what I said to Kaia this morning.
If I had the choice of owning a gold mine or a creative mind,
which would I choose? Which would you choose?
This is where question 1 comes into play?
A friend just reminded me, ‘Your creative mind is the gold mine’.
‘Better times ’round da corner.’
That’s what they say in church. They say,
‘It’s better upstairs and worse downstairs.
Pray to go up, sin to go down’.
I say, ‘Tell me what to do on this floor now,
not yesterday or tomorrow. I’ll ask for guidance,
when I am in those places’.
I sometimes mix up Indians.
There are India Indians and American Indians.
India Indians are named after the Indus River.
American Indians are named after an error.
Some of what equals sum?
Sum of what equals some?
Why did we drop an atomic bomb
“To save lives”.
“To confirm consistent results”.
Love a Spade
Even a spade may be an instrument of salvation.
When that’s all you have to dig up weeds,
and plant new seeds,
Kings and Queens don’t matter.
Life is one big learning lesson,
that can be divided into days, hours, minutes and seconds.
Each of these being separate experiences,
taken together, called life.
Some Thing & No Thing
Some Thing lives on the hill.
No Thing lives in the flood plain.
One day Some Thing looks down
and thinks out loud, ‘I want No Thing’.
Question: How many things do I need, to know joy?
One man kneels and says
This ain’t right!
More men kneel and say
This ain’t right!
Men with rights say
It was right, is right and will be right,
so get your asses up, and go back to work!
Heaven spent a week in town.
Folks hugged trees and each other.
Day and night welcomed night and day.
Is was all and all was one.
Now weeks later, is and was complete a sentence.
You wanna’ stand up? Just do it!
You wanna’ stand out? Stand up!
Tomorrow is Deceptive.
When you come tomorrow,
you never arrive.
I was getting out of the shower,
looked down and heard,
“It’s just a vehicle”.
the Voices, Thoughts, call them what you will,
some times twist and turn on each other.
Some times it’s one for all and all I AM.
I don’t mean ‘take a shit’.
I do mean ‘Nature calls’.
Nature loving Nature calls.
the Heart of Love
beats beats beats a cadence
beyond the cosmos.
Let’s talk about Mind Control.
On average, there is a murder a minute.
How many minutes have we been glued to the 12 boys in the Thailand cave?
We consume what we are given, until another story comes along.
Mother’s work is WOW!
To observe it, one thing.
To experience it,
I’ll never know.
A weapon is a device designed to harm others.
We Americans design and distribute more
weapons than anyone else on the planet.
I don’t hear any complaints from anyone.
Let me ask you,
What’s all the brouhaha about ‘a right to life’?
The Original Weapon of mass destruction,
is the one between our ears.
Guys made in the USA,
driving pickups made in Japan,
flying American flags made in China.
This is what I know.
Change is closer than you think.
See/know what I mean?
Try holding onto a thought
a Fair Discussion on Race!
We’re talking about what?
Race don’t bother me none.
Talk is cheap.
That’s what my dad used to say.
Can we just get past race?
I’m about talked out.
The pizza guy is here.
Sun strokes the horizon.
A rooster crows.
Rise and shine.
Set your clock to Spirit Time.
Be present through trough and crest.
Now just relax,
and let your breath do the rest.
Buddha babies are every where.
Be the leaf that drops.
Be the feeling that rises.
Be the heart that loves.
We bring Black folks here,
then run from them.
Kaia is on the passenger seat.
My arm is resting across her back.
“I love you so much!”
I don’t just say it, I feel it.
Do you feel what I am saying?
This afternoon was the first time
Kaia could not raise her hind part without my help.
After a nearly 13 year partnership, change continues.
Hang a black man woman child
is not in fashion these days.
These days lock them up,
make them work to eat,
and pocket the profits.
We do such horrible things
for a dollar.
We tell children they are ugly,
then sell the adults, ‘products
to remove blemishes’.
It’s all relative.
The blotch became a raccoon,
squished across the double line.
We watch our close relatives
being killed all day,
so one as distant as a raccoon,
is a passing thought.
A woman was consumed whole, clothing and all,
by a 30 foot boa constrictor, in India.
Before, I’d think
Now I think
WOW! Is this fake news?
the Illusion of Freedom.
We stand before a starry fabric
with palms over hearts
knowing and not wanting to know
some of us arrived encaged
and are still enraged.
Think on this.
Before MIND there is no past or future.
Our American language affects cultures every where.
We give the word nigger negative connotations,
then export it to places with lots of sand.
because of you
in ‘I love you’.
How I harbor what was,
determines how I live what is.
Death creeps up on us.
We open the door and there it is,
No time left. Now what?
NO TIME LEFT!
When you see a beautiful person
and think WOW!
that yummy picture may not deliver
the sweetest fruit.
After the early morning hot yoga class,
a woman said there was a label stuck
to my foot. I pulled it off.
Thank God it read ‘organic’ and not
Tink and See
When it’s not said your way, the right way,
do you get flustered?
When you see ugly me, is there a mirror
Want to serve the people?
Fill our bellies with food,
our minds with presence,
our hearts with love.
Mind is a box . . . closed.
You want a new expanded mind??
Know death is all ways present and keep the lid wide open.
Terror by Non-Terrorists
We sell weapons to A, B and C,
then watch them kill US on TV.
I have never fully
loved, cried, lived
The old woman is trying to quiet you all.
You are a pilot, approaching the designated hamlet.
At the given command, you release the napalm.
He said. She said.
He said do it with hard pounding.
She said go slow and lick the petals.
Barack Obama sounds African to me.
Africans kill each other with machetes and eat their babies.
Obama has probably eaten babies. He could be a baby eating killer.
I can’t vote for him.
Besides, he doesn’t look like an American President.
You say, “Thinking is essential”.
I say, “Thinking is the story and being is the librarian”.
We say, “I love you me him her them peace, this that the other, ice cream and Jello.”
I say, “Feeling, not saying, is love. If you don’t feel it, forget it.”