"It's time to wake the F***K up!"

Hibernation has swallowed the living long enough. The days are getting longer! There are brief episodes of warmth challenging the frigid air. I yawn! I stretch! I tell myself, "It's time to wake the F**K up!"

The journal is full. Time to share! PEACE!

Resign

The words, the poems, they still hold a mystery for me

I am different to everything- emotions torment the page

To accept anything that simply is not me

Strange even in death I believe in life until I know better

I’m in love with the idea of trying to be smaller than myself

There are cells hidden in the deep bowels for the self-righteous

I am done with it

The time is for me to be simple 

Staccato, life and ellipsis

Our separate wills jumped a beat

A staccato measure lost in time

Life and ellipsis ongoing it is

The city possesses and obsesses

A natural order of progression

Imagine if you can inside the soul of each passerby

Jazz eats at the city with a passion for living

Is justice and mercy remotely possible

You never leave without some heartbreak

Remember ingratitude is the only real sin

Paid always with an empty glass of mindfulness

We all possess a hidden quality of excellence

Are you living? It is God’s intent

Time to look around and make something of yourself

Put the ego away on the shelf

No one seeks to be a slave to another’s desire

The parts

There is a connection

            Coltrane and Keroauc

            Monk and Snyder

In fact…Miles

Don’t let the statistics fool you

There is a personal note in each number

Love is defined and practiced on many levels

Celebrate the moment soon to be a vapor

Do we have to accept the reality returned to

Unconditional love defined in unconditional terms

Let everything become symbolic and personal

What a blissful time this gift called life

We are transitory

Like art immortal

The parts make the whole so satisfying

VII

I.

The soul can sink

                                    so

                                                low

For a time

                                    the spirit of living-

                                                                        for living

Can be lost

                                    in the

                                                canyon

                                                                        walls

II.

our earth

do we fully grasp

what a speck we each are

on this speck in space

                                                                       

III.

                                                                should be done daily

walking meditation

IV.

It is the lost

            always the lost

                        we search and seek

                                    so wantingly to find

V.

Time measured in years alters perspective

                                                                        one needs another

                                                                        urban order…any order of things

VI.

A history there always is-

                                                isn’t there

                                                A BEAUTY & PEACE FOUND

                                                THE HEAVENS AND STARS HOLD BOTH

                                                ONLY TO BE SEEN AND FELT

                                                LOOK UP & BREATHE IN

VII.

Make it REAL!

Make it STARTLE!

Make it cause the reader

To STAND and SCREAM!

                                                           

 

How lost it is to let the calendar rule the day!