Beauty not beholden

Beauty not beholden 

This unglazed pottery

Not to be rich with Hope

Star gazing poverty

With repeating black eyes

Cultural paupers war

Humanity declines

When higher heights are floor

Mixing colors out here

Mixing colors out here

On this stretch of plateau 

Deepening the pastels

By taking steps to grow

Feelings being sorted

Eyeing with better thumb

Sliding on the spectrums

Until level and plumb

No sense of direction

No sense of direction

Can I make it in time

Always wanting to help

Ignoring “never mind”

The urgency accept

The confidence I can

Scrambling and suffering 

Before shit hits the fan

A new order coming

A new order coming

Atlas throwing shot put

The World in a small palm

The twizzle on one foot

Work harder and harder

Billionaires are banking

The stock market rigging

The one percent thanking

In the moment after

In the moment after

Our voices disappear 

The sound dissipates when

An echo is not near

Love heavily threads us

The unconscious heartbeat 

The river of spent words

That cannot be repeat

In a brief Overwhelm

In a brief Overwhelm

The trees appearing white

As if snow had fallen

On limbs in higher height 

The clouds like shore waves then

An ocean of gold grains

Harvested on dark soil

Unfenced and open plains 

King crabs prey on four fish

King crabs prey on four fish

Two water signs battle

Here in our old age but

One stalking since rattle

How lovely you look in

Your arctic blue sweater

We’ll stay near the surface

Where king crabs don’t fretter

Chameleons seek power

Chameleons seek power

Humanity hungers

These bigoted elders

And ignorant youngers

We must suck out their air

To stop fire from spreading

Jesus would throw sandals

At where we are heading

The fear in poverty

The fear in poverty

Renewing sense of bleak

A hardness that forms from

Exhaustive churning eke

The last carrots of hope

To always be have not

Giving in, giving up

Surrendering to lot

Alive and standing still

Alive and standing still

The whooshing of Life goes

Sensing all the outlines

Without the coating snows

The fractional goodbyes

And hard to find hello’s 

Knowing I must take steps 

And harsh my own mellows 

A crevice now crevasse

A crevice now crevasse

Linoleum layers

Moods like trendy designs

Piled on like brick pavers

The truth of the terrain

Still rings the bell clearly

The wear and the tear still

Begs new flooring yearly

Reaching for out of reach

Reaching for out of reach

I am aging, let go

Try climbing stair step goals 

That allow me to grow

The power of new thoughts

Move with society 

Do not paint memories

Embrace variety 

Derailing in dreamscape

Derailing in dreamscape

Rock forms are hiding some

While others disrespect

Gossip ‘til kingdom come

Waking needing HR

Stalemate after stalemate

Impossible deadlines

Too much on my dream plate

The World is too heavy

The World is too heavy

The emotional.weight

Each sentiment layer

More increasingly great

Battles in our socials

Crucifix wielding thorns

The squabble and squander

And the long sighs and mourns

Here’s a blanket for you

Here’s a blanket for you

The winter night is long

And all the summer birds

Have given up their song

In the silence of snow

We can see time falling

Give me your hand my friend

This dove is still calling

Fawning at my yearning

Fawning at my yearning

Prayer and confession 

Imaginary gold

A miner’s obsession 

In.the stable of no

The mythical is born

Yet it always succumbs

Like a slain unicorn

A breeze can blow you far

A breeze can blow you far

A melody wafting

As daydreams locomote

Even in the softing 

A little on the left

Stars ridging on the dome

Grieving is orphaned love

That never finds a home

Turn and see the magic

Turn and see the magic

Swirls of days in cyclone

See without worry of

The future and unknowns 

Patches on the sleeves 

That YSL in tweed

The youth gladly exchanged 

Two sunflowers in seed

After blindness is gone

After blindness is gone

In the brightness of stark

There is a harshness in

The departure of dark

Reality regrets

Time cremated and tossed

And the splintering wood

That was varnished and glossed

My hand raised and asking

My hand raised and asking

Who is there to respond

Release these spores from my

Spiraling jetty frond

Not waving but asking

Stevie Smith may save me

Fending off the starling

And loving tenderly

Starting to cross the line

Starting to cross the line

Distance measured in near

Ten fingers on the hand

Is it the same for year

A huge yellow moonrise 

Chased by theBig Dipper

Or below Orion

A single warm slipper