Disjointed seams

sewn by hands of comfort

seated bottom; seated solutions

in my pocket rub stones

balled together

thinking

clear ly

while above a bird shows clarity

su ch

a

song

in

my

mind.

From that start of ever ending,

endings…

to tear off my clothes

tailored understandings…

Revealed reminders misted into

eternal mirror…

Then to see all from the side of pane

reflections of

Infinity.

It is not much

the chain attached to the bowl

a bowl filled with all of creation

sipping, tasting, being…

Thank God

for the sword indeed bites deep

such penetrations, and yet…

For my brother…

It is almost

Time.

Demeanor of such a soft feather

floating free of care

white and soft

beautiful.

With calmness covering an ocean storm

making of a island only not of sand

soft and warm

beautiful.

In her fury resides the calm of knowledge

giving pathway towards ignorance ending

Excitement matching excitement

such a glow inside…

Outside the picture of stillness

Inside the scene of such raw cunning

in her i find…

String theory

Chaos theory

Theoretical physics, math, social understanding…

Humans are theory and therefore

inspirational…

***

Shy laid shy waid

Smooth whit skeen sootch this passhion sceen

Shy wit smille, hear moond sof as tung plae…

Ohwa moand, shy fianger classp tite

Whit u sootch sensa’son, thow mis

Shy heerd a pleesing whisp o

sootch naw

braeez.

***

(humanity and its pleasures mixed in stillness with the cruelty of hate…and yet somehow, someway, a tiny tincture of love remains in a plucked flower)

Wine or weed?

A bit of cultured conversation

with a twist of ironic

humor…

Friends come… in many flavors

Birds

Beasts

Wind

Of course, with a shake of head

without wine

without weed

a cat being played with a cat

it

is.

(meow)

Ever meet one? A dragon.

A lot written about dragons. A lot of cartoons, movies, books, even the Chinese have the year of the dragon.

So, what is a dragon? A lizard? A fire breathing lizard? A gold loving entity?

Ha!

Dragons exist… Oh yes, they surely do. Ever watch dragons fight? Probably not as it is not healthy for the environment that dragons do battle in.

Testy. Now that is a good word to describe dragons. Methodical is another. Strange, another.

You wouldn’t believe me about what dragons truly are, but at least they are inspirational.

***

For in form they exist

only to satisfy the ocular, the moment…

Able to soar, to swim, to crawl, to sleep…

always with one eye

awake.

Aloof,  yes, for such the mundane is so boooooring

Secretive? For sure, as who would believe them?

Blood is the secret weapon of the Dragon

simple really

but only…

That they come and stay

they are

coming…

Be careful though, as in their cunning

in their traditions and ways

they can leave one crying and wailing

or

in shock of

create a World where wonder is King

and joy is just a beginning…

White body free from glare, almost stippled hair, and bright

Clear wings of obsidian glass forged in fire, a window to see through and believe

Overlaid in brown complete with a pole, the four flags of journey announced

this

a wonderful creature  taking wing today

briefly resting twice to stare and with such vocal silence let sing

music…

and after such smiles, we went on to live the day.

Court is now in session. The herd of humanity presides. (a mumbling sound arises from all walks of life with every combination of faith, ideals, beliefs, and reasons)

First order of business. We are here to judge God.

“There is no God!”

“God is love!”

“All hail gold!”

“Can’t we all just get along and fuck?”

(smacking the gavel, the herd speaks in unison, ‘you’re out of order!’)

***

Silly? Not really. For some of you you have read, ‘Judge not lest yea be judged…’ And yet that is all humans do. Each and every one. Humans are great at coming to a decision about everything on this world and that includes God.

If I judge Muslims as following an angel named, Lucifer, some would find that judgement to be evil or blasphemous while others would smile in agreement.

If. Such a wonderful word, if. “If they do that than I…” or “If only they…” or in so many situations, if, if, if… If is actually a way, a means of justifying judgement.

To mentally judge everything in this world is normal. That is just how it all works.  “That apple has a bruise therefore it must be bad,” a normal shopper judges.

Boring. Almost sounding like a form of sermon. So, let me get to facts: The people. The herd. Humanity. This species judges situations to the point where they take lives of others.

A socialist or communist uses/used force to kill and replace governments all over this planet. Cuba, Venezuela, and so many other places.

English, Spanish, Russian’s (Alaska), French, came to what is now known as the United States and killed in the name of themselves and even invoked God.

Of course, an endless list of judgements where one decides on who shall live and who shall die.

It is sad to see such ignorance but at least it is good for having the ability to have eyes to see the ignorance and understand it.

Muslims killing Christians. Christians killing Muslims. Gay, transgenders ‘killing’ the beliefs of people not believing like them. People ‘killing’ the beliefs of Gay, transgenders (and all other forms of sexual identities).

Killing is bad. No doubt about it. It is only justified by using means that make it acceptable to those doing the killing. So, in other words, killing is wrong for any reason.

“Oh yeah? You kill animals for food. So that is wrong also!” Said by those of the jury so set in their ways and just loving to judge those who kill animals for food, or sport, or defense…

Thus, the main reason for all this judgement is that humans are all killers. Each and every one. A perfect judging and killing machine.

Now, a good question. Why would, or why did, God create such a creature? And why would God send a Son, have that Son die for ‘humans’? And this is where I stop writing for this article. I stop because the answer is obvious and yet so few see or understand it.

Yet… Humans…You… You judge for yourself the reason why.

Music. A lovely word for me. I truly love music. Always have always will.

Probably not much different than many other ‘people’. Music just flows in the blood and sets us all apart from such creatures as gophers and ants.

Lovely to listen to. Lovely to make. Is music love? I think… Yes!

War is fought to the sounds of chaos and explosions. Screams. Death.

Music heals. Music creates.

Thank God…

for

music so simple sounding even from a beating heart.