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Saturday
Nov262005

sky dances

sky is a dancing watercolor
sunset rages
lightning fires at peak's vision
shuffling child voice
a solitary heart beat

roaring engines hum
colors spread wings
on leaves

wok liquid
solidifies paste
she stands silent
brown eyes burning fire

balancing desire with
hopeful acceptance

hard lessons - cricket sings

loose capsules
roll across deserts filled with
summer's fleeting face of light

no shadows
remain to guide grave seekers home

they roiled, roared and rioted
silence
forming new watercolors
creasing sky mind
with light

OM

Saturday
Nov262005

the cell

we are all hostages
chained to the wall
wearing the same clothing
every day for 564 endless
recitations of plastic rosary beads

threads slowly unravelling
our simple minds

a Black woman in South Africa
said sanity rested
on seeing two ants in her cell

her tranquility

one day

they were not there
and she carefully
dismantled her blanket
tying single strands
into warmth
for her isolation

Saturday
Nov262005

hunt

eye track rabbit
far form below blends in underbrush

wheeling,
floating
on evergreen peak drafts
eyes pierce a path you are destined
to follow across bare country

in out...in out
a flash of fur

patient, eye circles
above your feeling fleeting form

shadows do not confuse
one eye sees where you've been -
the other knows where you are going

rocks, volcano boulders, valleys and dry river beds
(where you never sleep)
old latent images
thrive to harbor your grieving desire

your shelter search takes on immediacy
as energy adrenaline wanes

wings fold with forgiveness,
trusted talons thrust
eye dive

with one last burst
you take evasive action
among wild berries
their sweetness a faint taste

my sharpness tears you away from earth
into another world

Saturday
Nov262005

secret

give me a tie to terrorism
so i can file a suit tailored
by pure fabrication
woven on time’s loom

lucky bamboo said i’d find you here
fit to be tied to anything
where spirit is good
matter is nature
spinning on its axis

breaking the tie
into patterns,
endless knot
one line
undertime, inside time’s mystery
time is only the past and future
not the present

sharing information with agencies
let me introduce myself

married to consumption
my name is fear
an acronym for Face Everything And Recover
consolation
my timid friends say it indicates
Fuck Everything And Runaway

the bigger the obstacle the bigger the joy
one does not need a compass in the land of dreams

‘operating instructions for plants’
growth flow initiation
dispense resistance
correct motives
patient generosity
honor receptive side of warrior nature

Wednesday
Oct052005

fear and consumption

We contemplated vast
silent emptiness on 9.11

“No language, no culture,”
Ahmed sang sitting on Sahara dunes
shooting stars played celestial tag

Strange but true elements of fear,
double edged messages, disinformation,
misinformation, bias, lies,
half-truths, whispers, paranoia,
irrational transmissions were issued
by government authorities
in every language on a spinning blue space marble

Human brains overflowed with data

Therapies in triplicate,
were issued to the populace.

Their remote control device was broken,
Too many channels.

Instant replay seared their consciousness
forever and ever and ever down all the daze

We meditated as peaceful people chewed,
swallowed and digested daily distributed
high concentrated dosage of wisdom,
clarity and insight

Distance, health, balance,
harmony, forgiveness, peace of spiriti sanctus

Scholars educated at the finest
universities and institutes of erudite
study started speaking
Latin
telling stories
about the rise and fall of civilizations

Oral stories written before their time
with hieroglyphics and cave pain paintings

Caves were full of survivors
Candles sales were brisk
“A tisket, a tasket, we need a casket,”
sang multi-lingual refugee children

Historians, political scientists,
talk show experts, taxi drivers,
fortune tellers, beauticians and morticians
took calls on their hot line

The number of callers increased exponentially
Suicide search and rescue teams were put on alert

Citizens packed hospital emergency rooms,
Medical schools increased graduation classes
to meet growing manufactured need as
demand outstripped the supply of fear and consumption

“What happens when they run
out of (in)security control programs?”
a child asked their mother

She was the mother of all answers