Jung el Book

instead of angst im filled with thanks
to the tao of the all ways
surrounding Espirito Santo
if only we were all bears
no bad news
winning the world
pooh or hoop jumping
woozles and lumps-heffa
im back on words
up on surds
Lady of Lourdes
no i aint
a yet made saint
no Bernadette Soubirous
burnin in debt
sober us
all steps
covered with snakes
Cobra-ous
earthly matters
matter not
hard to teach
witnessed not taught
they paved Paradise
put up or
shut up
parking lot
SUV's
cover up
garden?
fleur de lis

Sensory Museum

the smell of damp leaves and of fires warming homes brings me backwards
to the memories of moments just like these
they come around and surprise me
like a snapshot of my youth i recall those same captured times
when i rewind to them in my mind it allows me perspective
they show me where i was and where i am
no doubt this will happen again
it motivates me to overcome that which holds me back
from becoming the best version of myself
so that on some distant afternoon
not unlike this one
i can again reflect into the pool of my existence
and bask in the journey
from the now to the then
and back forward again
amen

Tails for Heads

whats the worst is not knowing. like playing a game of poker and the tells are not showing

i wanna

i gotta

i want

in vain

i shall not

want to

want to 

so much

the flow is a go upon

like gay apparel 

to be donned

up on

we now

and how

now now

brown

cows jumping

over moons

cats 

cradles

silver spoons

laugh little dog

thats a good sport

the roof is on fire

get that fiddler 

a glass of water

Step up

cool
safe
one world
under One
big on the ups
down to the lows
sickness
witt un less
global collective
balls wreckage
bashing through walls
via ear drumbs
sound the air raid
sirens calling
damn this techno
so much
funn
y
and
how
it makes one real
eyes in the backs
beyond heads
sayin now
heard
simon
says

X-PLODEY

 i miss you oodles like u be the sauce and im noodles. in mine mind you like mines i walk on it you are; rather run you circles in and around it and pictures like doodles explode as if they grenade eating poodles....

Kof Holy See

Brothers brothers at arms
at length we stand
together
attention
pay head to word
writ
in
stone
guarding the kings castle
he is not home
saints and sinners
it will end as it was
begin
faith
sweat not when come
fire spat from ice cold
tongues
lungs that breath
and thank for air
heirs
guard
thrones
angelic
messianic crypt raiders
defend from enemies
return
send
sent on missions
to missions
far away
secrets remain
secrets the same
never fortunes
never fame
selfless service
one body
truth told
days of new
knights of old