To the Young Gods

With their whole existence
Still in front of them
Time stops
At their dance

With the weight of the world
In their every breath
They can tear down
Rebuild again
Or addify
The lie
We cry

When the old Gods
Meet the new
And begin to die

The time is now
The time is not
Ours anymore

It belongs to a new
Warrior with the forward thrusting
Spear

Carrying life into the abyss
With it
And into a new
Soul

Like an anchor
Pulling us all forward

I throw mine into the abyss
And see if I’ve gone far enough
Will it bounce back?

Young Gods
When it is your time
Remember the old Greek adage
On infinity:

Go as far as you can
And when you can go no further
Throw your spear forward
If it goes forward
You have not reached the end
If it bounces back
There is more on the other side

Close your eyes. Imagine you’re somewhere special and you’re doing something that makes you happy. Now think of someone with you – someone who calms and soothes you. Who do you want that to be? This person is going to help you through this task. With this person beside you, you can accomplish anything. Lovingly, they call out your name and are smiling at you. Open your eyes. Who is it?

Rain

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the brain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can’t do a handstand–
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy things I just said–
I’m just not the same since there’s rain in my head.

Shel Silverstein,
Where the Sidewalk Ends,
1974

Impossibly

“how much do you love me, john?”
she asked

he answered,
“how much do i love you?
count the stars in the sky,
measure the waters
of the oceans with a teaspoon,
number the grains of sand
on the seashore.
impossible, you say?”

Blood Samples and Petri Dishes

Battle for blood types
And aortic dissonance
In A world full of I before you
Except after always we
I believe in destiny
Because it is Herstory
But I myself am fated
For history

May we be O- in our charities
And AB+ in our reasoning
And if you don’t know what that is
O
Look it up
This may B poor man’s poetry
But not for the dumb
B not boring -
Blind or lazy
Do not thot
B not thirsty
Instead
Use for good

We need to find our +
Forever peace
Our light of salutations
In our place -
For salvation
Where we stand
In mortal hand
Coiled + temporary

On square footing O
Standing, sitting
Kneeling, laying
Reasoning A
Praying B
Run or walk
Caravan or plane
Or jet pack AB
May your space of domicile
Keep divinity within it’s stars

However you get there
Just B there +
And in there
Knowingly B conscious
Of your part in helping determine
The living story -
Whether we AB grounded in
The time of
Becoming A people
Led to Canaanite fodder
Or lambs to laughter

If we B- people
Found wanting
Of the stuff that makes up +
A moral fiber -
Woven into dignity A
Passed down through B
The laurels of yester
For the lazy man’s jester AB+
Let us not sequester to squander
Or peel back the yonder of time

Find your eternal wanderer
Calling for + empathy
Searching
Pondering
For new ways to connect AB+
And balance O-
The living ethos
Of cognitive dissidence
Far from the kind of love
That grows AB-
And blossoms
And holds strong
For as far
As the <3 can
Beat O

Be the seed AB
Desoil bad dreams-
May your crops of tomorrow
Always yield abounding empathy
Ready for harvest

Life
Breathes
Anew
To both you +
And me -
So never fail to speak it
Say it out loud
L-O-V-E
May we B lost in it
Act it out
Show it to all
And to the least
Of us
The most

E-V-O-L-V-E
B+
long

Kindness

Do you know what true kindness is?

Kindness as a virtue is so rare.

It’s the crossroads of true morality and just groupthink. If you spot it, nurture and preserve it. Don’t let it out of your sight!

Think about kindness – not as a means to an ends of personal material gain – but kind hearted offering pure of motive or any karma.

There are those who use it as a tactic to get what they want. Some dress it up behind cloth woven in religious indoctrination with the promise of eternal life.

And there are those who use it as a chess piece for political control or power for rule.

Kindness can get you far in the global game of economic currency if you market it well.

But rare is the kind soul who does it for the only reason that really matters – because it’s the right thing to do.

Kindness: don’t flaunt it, be it.

Teach your children the meaning of the saying, “kindness is a virtue.”

Lead by example.