What Is Next Adventure Poem

Later adventures in imaginary playground :

 

        - i -

Standing alone inside a meditative state, -- real emotion seems to come

Like that of rebelious youth

I am one alone

Facing fears to comprehend dreams

Upon the sight that

The body is a temple dressed with empty recourse

You dress to get screwed; you really do

 

I am repenting coming up short of a dying monastism  

Just too daft in the head to be a warrior or fisherman

Uncertain, I turn

To wash away the endless and convoluted shallow nudging advertisments

O, a selling of the soul and the mind and the body which are

Yearning for comfort, so poorly understood

Until enough--

Stripped down to art -- so that I can begin to understand

What I bought of naught

And ... yet remains the questioning of the intention of the universe

An answer easy to guess: "life"

But now  I'm just not getting the reason!

Is it gentle, warm, guiding, and loving

And not some bloated and shrewd form of  corporate  exchange screwover?

A cold slap of competition

The collection of property

Not poetry or bonding words or of unity of human spirit and harmony?

A will for life, like that for personal identity, refuses to quit

I am happy as myself

      Gentle like tea time

Soft like sunshine           on a happy day

I only comfort

 

I live

 

     - ii -

Yes, the show goes on, merrily

For self worth, and safe communion

For a mirror of God's opinion

A Broken, failed attempt

The fractured shards are boxed away

Everyone's self image is hurt

A weapon of beauty, burying emotion

Then tragedy is magnified

    The art of touch poisioned, a desperate violation 

Greater the need of faith or confidence and purpose

With CPU screens

And cell phone length conversations

Liberating wth one hand, chaining the other

I am losing the want

The touch of desire

Life not nurturing desires to truer state

Minds are focused on business

And the belly

Abuses so rampant - both great and small

It's hard to see what really to rebel against

Yet there are more than enough worthy targets

Causing hate ... pointing fngers

Misapprehension

Handed down the basics from heirarchies rich with

Well intended handshakes

We

Adopting behaviour

That restrains free thought and emotion

Authenticty becomes a labyrinth with mirrors

In repose and in meditation

   I listen for God

But hear crickits

And think of rainforests dying

 

We need to believe in a clean and truly good solution

Wildly optmistic like a child ... just enough to affect change

 

     - iii -

 

The maze is my mind in confusion and consternation

What the message is

Fear, loneliness, confusion and responsibility

I experience my own blank response

Entering the more advanced stages of identity

Manhood

Of the loner reluctantly attaining

Wisdom of the heart

 O, thanks it is not a sunless sky!!!

Bless the wind! Bless the trees!

 

 I am truly a broken individual

 

And from here I can start again

With loving open arms and thought

Surrender and forgiveness

In this world of thought the normal person can appear insane

Houses! I brought a dream catcher today

With hopes to feel nature

You don't just hold hands with anyone, you know

 

     But if you believe in choice and angels

     That hopefully them pretty girls are in good hands

     They are loved without need of your measure of affection

     You are free and give the world back to the world

 

 And perhaps learn that love is not just a tool for procreation

And that love is a circle, that sees hidden divinity and 

there are no favourites, there are no bribes

We are chosen in our paths   

Jealousy overwhelmed with some higher kindness

But who is not wanting for more of love?

 I fall short of finding what else to say

 

       - iv -

 

Your other half is out there somewhere

Perhaps sleeping in dreams like yours

Our worlds are much more similar that I previously believed

We share fully a transitory world

 

Knowing the body is a journey

With a timeline

Randomly

Appearing

Lonely

Sad

And full of tears

For fears nightly dreams and a bad memory overcome

Unto that home of dreams

To the next life

We are born to dying

Yet, shalt we live? And forgive?

In the courtship of diplomacy?

Knowing that the body is something shared in love

In as much as we understand either

 

Flower power drugged and crushed by a boot

Ah sex like politics can never be free

Each lover respected, encouraged to follow their nature

Both allowed to be themselves

Each one compromises

So that togetherness can be

 

Afterbirth of majestical and free spirits

Divorce or cancer or parents not there,

Television provides a path to despair

Images teach of fake plot

Intuitions

What is not real or natural as it ought

            

           - v-

 

Hollow maybe maybe jaded

But we are all living inside God's love

Though he may not offer an intervening hand

Compassion, empathy, commiseration

I am not a soldier or a sanctuary

But I have found the open door to my safe haven ..

On the lips of angels which pray for me

 

The first settlement of compromise

Is to face God as an ulitmate friend

Changes how you deal with strangers

And your knowledge of human need

 

Just because you think you're doing right

Growing up an orphan or a monster

Your passion rides

Belonging to foreign cultures

 

    Bikes!

 

     The hobo sings to be something more

 

Answers heard in solitude

Voices shared invisibles

 

I have a soul that exaggerates

 

Draw breaths

After a world its own

Cool deep and calm

 

These days I'm choosing to think like I imagine

A  woman does

Just because my mind went from man to iron and ego and force

Mother Mary's message was real

 I'm not sure you could understand

Can a man have a caring sentimentalism

And not be about verbal scarring

Or a punch in the face

 

       - vi -

 

The kiss of evolution

Is the love of the human heart

Travelled down a few roads

This is bigger now

 

 Than love would have suggested

 

The monster sees the flower

 

   I am fine

      And I am home in these words