Abstract

what  i am is not so much human or high but sold

very dumb highs and so stupid lows ... so!!!

and i drink this ale these spirits to love you girl

freely and with sincerity of aspiring spirit with no conditions

no falsity

but tender with plentitude of time with rhytym and rhyme

with wild and blue longingful romance

and a tragedy that is blue and ailing

yet eternally remembered strong

though it is so long since i lost you

o transcient transcience!

so lost and tremulous

look not to me, world, my invisible answer, my non existing mistress

personified by my nighttime brain

lover ghost or friend (or fiend)

or offered promise

you make my present moment make sense orderly       in my dreams

 

"who was that girl?" 

 

if there is a designincarnate trust of friendship

a caring spirit is all i have to offer

...for your guide to freedom or interest,or beauty i am not the one

and i have always known you don't need to hear it

but i will sing songs to you and walk with you a while

in my life's time we experience not only questions

but moreso these days answers

we have divined with hearty faith in the wonder the majesty the mysterium mirrored in the media

freedom escaped for us to chase like children to see with a truth and innocence again

and we've been getting there

these days

 

"in my world I am the normal man"

 

dont you see i was becoming a sad parody suggested

by the pyschoanalyst's pen and journal

but there's just no way of predicting

and along the bridge to the exodus of my very soul to returned identity

i looked towards a soft joke's laughter with songful embrace:

"this is more of you"

i am not the master, song, or meditation or the irony

 

   my past intimate    like a long twin   still sweetly guides my heart   and i write these my poems in pencil

 

if i am an artist all i can reflect like you are the human ways

we of course only percieve as meaningful while

a universe

sits and listens and shines shines shines so brightly and reliably

while i sit and listen

so inconstant, random and proudly to the silence terrible

as if it were gleaned by a mystic fortune reader wanderer

who gave me signs and portents, portents and ways

made most precisely for my understanding

my consternation:

 

  the human abstract   whispering talk talk talk ... into my ear  singling me out    inviting me to children's games   the human abstract   the recorder history of all my imaginings

 

 "i am more a hobo than you understand"

 

all we see now aresymbols we think we understand existing

resistingthe creatures of habit we find ourselves to become

sterotypng how a life should be lived

dreaming and giving up the brain to the beautiful force of inner nature honored truthfully intimately effectively

that god totally understands

 

awake me    to the process of human living experience teach me how i can choose as i like make my eyes want to wake up to face this new world bright and listless and enlighten me how truth would have me to do as i like true to life

 

people don't try to be true anymore, they try try try to be liked on confused terms

 

bravely boldly i in this new day blooming in its depths of meaning and subtexts of human yearning

like a painting shows you

like a good song expresses

boundless moments caught

which were pure and colorful as centuries that understand

the great story placed with love and mystery

where we recognize how we are supposed to be to ourselves

to all life

to one another every other person held in our hearts with love and not confusion

 

peel away the affects of modern affectation

dreams sold to me and then forgotten

invalid

o baby i was not born with the discipline

and spirits take me and my intuitions to love's source

to be free and float and give in

a leaf that floats in the wind understands my inner turmoil with seasons

ya just can't master nature or control ya know

 

and the children outside my window sing a rap song: "you know how it is you know what it's like you try to make some friends and they only steal your bike"

 

cautiously i pray now in my thoughts as i am what i have become: the human abstract

so my  soft tickling universe,

i

lucky boy, i am going to grow my hair out  before        i         go        bald yes

 

and i imagine and  i try to pray

before the words for voices become invisible

eternity?

"i've got it handled, i take my time"

 

who i am has taken no effort

to be alive has taken all

 

i like a broken heart

 

profound, i am human feeling