exit of my eden

 The removal truck went yesterday

This dawn I went to surf  The Point

It may be for the last time

It didn't look great but went out anyway

As I paddled out a double rainbow arched over Maka 

Reflecting in the water right to me

The sun rising over Tata bathed the entire sky in a ambient orange glow

Brooding clouds caressed the hills and gently covered me with their tears 

As they flowed seaward where they formed the shape of a massive eye

 In the sky that seemed to watch over me.

The waves were actually good

When I went in the sun was shining and I thought

Maybe this  move will be alright  

Went home? to do my last job

The Salvation Army are coming to take away the washing machine

 

The integrity of your daily bread the rightness in the way you're fed the structure in the sheltering house relating to the whole in health living with the other ones  establishing the kingdom come.

The Walls Enclosed Him In

 After the baby was delivered from the womb

and the cage of his conception 

was no longer his tomb,

he learnt to walk and then to speak

and then he saw the room...

The walls enclosed him in.

Spirit wrestled with reason

and body sat in doubt.

Faith conquered fear

stepping through the door, he won the bout.

He wandered through the house and found,

he still wasn't out...

The walls enclosed him in.

Logically, he perceived, outside there'd be a yard,

so looking through

and climbing out the window wasn't hard.

Freedom, feeling grass on feet.

Running....fence? barred!...

The walls enclosed him in.

"Follow the fence, look for the hole."

This adventures getting great.

Yes, there it was, what he'd searched for,

he knew ther'd be a gate.

Upon the post challenging him,

a latch, it hung like bait...

The walls enclosed him in, but he knew.

There is always a way out...

1Corinthians 10 v 13

Existential Angst

 Back in the day we were formed from the clay

Now we've formed clay into the way of today

There is a WOW of now and I understand how

But I wonder why? and look to the sky

Is this something we should?

Is this bad? Is this good?

Is there more to this substance than the matters I sense?

Because there's a hole in my soul crying what is my role

And dents in the fence of what my life's meant

Am I unique?

Or a modern dazed sheep  a woke and asleep

Going along with both right and wrong

Which is wrestling a brain for the prize to be sane

And why do these questions come again and again?

Friction

 My thoughts are confricting

Matters rubbing mind

Heating as they're beating

On the anvil of my kind

About the concepts of creation

Between a women and a man

Where I stand in the relation

Of what I aren't and who I am

Conflict and dissension

Happening in my head

Conscience scrapping consciousness 

Schrodingers cats not dead?

JUST DO IT

 The poet William Stafford said that

 he wrote a poem every morning

about the first word that came into his head

This is what a poet do's 

(for the grammar police, dos - operating system software)

So lower your standards and

don't wait for The Muse

So I 

being an aspiring poetic guy

resolved to give his method a try

So here's a poem for me and you

It's title is I Need a Poo

I hope that that it's about going to the toilet

Doesn't offend you and doesn't spoil it

And now that I am able to sit at my table

A body intentive about being inventive

and choosing to write at the end of the night

I think

isn't that what creativities about

It's how I get my insides out

And now I've done it my only sorrow

Is the worry I'll write the same poem tomorrow

How low can my standards go?

Every

 Every religion has its fundamentalists and mystics.

 Every culture its members and misfits.

 Every organisation it's laws and freedoms.

 Every system its believers and cynics.

 Every game it's rules and aim.

 Every thought its pros and cons.

 Every life it's joys and strife.

 Every universe it's centre which is right where you are standing. 

panentheism

 You can't have nonduality without duality that's reality

 a marriage is a husband and a wife together making life

 the two being one makes a daughter or a son 

as creating goes on and on and on(e) 

 What went wrong was sisters and brothers

 saw others and not love is.

bang

 What went bang when the big bang banged

what imploded when the universe exploded.

Was it the line between matter and divine?

Is the holy grail the tearing of the veil,

apocalyptically unhiding the great dividing,

happening all the time in a way that is sublime,

even in myself, creating holy wholesome health,

in what goes round coming round

like fruit hitting the ground?

"I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat is planted in the soil and dies, it remains alone. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives." Jesus

Log

  "Prologue- constitutes "words" spoken to introduce a poem or novel." Been thinking about logs or could say I've been logging about thinking. Log meaning study of, as in, biology - life, ecology - home, mythology - story, logos - word. Log - a part of a branch from a tree. A tree in The Garden of which eating from formed me as I am? I am conscious of this and perhaps this is consciousness? I think therefore I am? "In the beginning was the Word." Meanwhile another logging truck passes my house carrying the seedlings I grew years ago at Puha Nursery. Log out of poem.

Man I Am Why am I Here

Man I Am Why am I Here in

this city desert we created

when we mated and

mated and mated as our

brains grew and we slew

creation to make this high?

nation? I go along with the

wrong throng sigh and cry

sick and thick while trying

to sing of the joy of being

by writing a poem as I

roam, moan and groan. All

I want is to be back home

walking and talking with

God on Eden's sod, but

there's no way back to

retract this lack so l look

forward to a new shore

that I can't afford, looking

to cross where trees and

concrete together please,

in a new place in the old

place of disgrace yet I

see... that this heaven I

desire is already in me as I

shout I want out! I'm

thinking that I just have to

stop crying, and be dying

to the lying that the lizard

told me about the tree.

And I, You, We, He and She

shall be continuing to be

One. Won!,job done,Son!

May these words become flesh.

adVance

Just...

O Lord of Right
Maker of Light
Sky Land and Sea
Creatures and Me
of all that's good
of what I should
and should not do
Life is in You
Your Glory shows
as Kingdom flows
and Worship grows
through  all of Earth
Humans new birth
You answer why and
defeat the lie
It's to You I'm praying
- Just Saying

Poem Elephant

Awoke from the dream

Had been excitedly running around someone 

Trying to explain to them what a poem elephant is

Had one in my hand
Holding it up to there face

A clip on elephant badge 

With the words

Poem Elephant 

Written at the end of its trunk

Was it not obvious!

It is a poem elephant!

Had forgotten to wear it

Maybe I had been misplaced

Had found it
Intending to pin it to my chest

So that they could know who I am

Notice

Been there in the Ruatoria air
Winters coming on and the rains coming down.
I'm living in the country but I wanna be in town
Living with the people in their cruisy way of life
Cutting down the workload and cutting down the strife
I've gotten used to the go slow story
The last three months at Makorori
Having my existence paid by the normal job slaves
Racing to work like they're racing to their graves
So many hate to do it so they do it anyway
I am respectable I'm working for my pay
But they never will be happy living out their lives
If the job is a fake mate if their happiness is lies
So I'm handing in my notice boss
Sorry to hit you with a losing toss
Notice is on
Hope someone else comes along
The work has been good but my working urge has gone

l-k

Your soul is not a souk
Move one letter and it took
You from life to market place
From the gift into disgrace

Is that Clear

I want to be transparent.
It is not that I want to dissapear.
It is so that you can see right through me
and  know that I am not hiding.
To be known requires to be shown.
To love and be loved, vulnerability.
I need! the ability to love and be loved.
So... I go to look up what vulner is, and like that
my bookmarked thesaurus is fixed on the word
comeon with the synonym of amorous...
Vulner- no thesaurus results
Did you mean Viler- liner vainer vailer vulgar cloner lune
loner.
No! I want to be able to be accessible sensitive
defenseless susceptible exposed unsafe liable weak
ready
To Love. Is that Clear!

Having no money 

the only thing that 

I had to give 

from my pocket 

was an empty pen 

On it the words

Ink Joy

                  

Just

Just sit and watch
waves and wind
clouds and caterpillars
plants and people
fire and frost
what have you gained
           and
what have you lost
             ?

me

I find my sustenance following the tide
Walking in the edge places
Where abundance is most available
When one meets the other
I stand between
Within reach of the poles
As heaven meets earth
              me

To know.

To know the truth
is to challenge the lie
from quantumly earth
to heavenly sky
between east and west
from beyond north and south
discerning the best
be the word from your mouth
asking the questions
posed by this sound
standing on absolute fact
that square is not round.