Note: One probably can't understand a lot of my poetry without understanding about the lineage of who I consider the greatest modern poets: Andre Breton, Tristan Tzara, Rimbaud, and e.e. cummings. I purposefully try to decontruct language and put it back together. For some people, this may be too weird: I'm sorry!
I also try to sometimes invent little science fiction scenarios in my poetry. These aren't experiences that I've had that I write about, only my imaginations, my fictions.
Dedicated to my friends I grew up with in West Islip, New York.
1 (Fragments) we are not lost in space, although it would make more sense to feel we are. The late afternoon air -- hyperventilation of early evening stars outside us the map of a neighborhood. we don't see the scale of what we occupy in distance. what we occupy in the currency of the heart is measureless. timeless. spaceless. - sacred eternity our sacred home original space modifiable conscious my tear for the star - a softer city has taken me in rain tear hoping political concerns a softer population, less teenage trend I, the main source of my realness, strive to be awake, alive, concerned - stay still in your mind. stay still in your arms and relax....your feet stay still in your feelings for a while inner multiplication on a solution table feminine star grace redemptive attention I see the merge of one symbol from the old to the new let me tell you of the mathematics of one symbol from the old to the new that of the God who suffers, of Florence Nightingale's supplications, of the good Samitaran's applications. I see this by creative dreaming creation in conditioning, visualizing hoping drugless luxuriations towards higher emotion against the vague terrorization that becomes attached - random sets of orbital fructose nets cubic mall gifts in oxygenated vegetation machines of life of where you are in air in space on earth, sunny place feels like blue wind in your hair and then later, nocturnal kisses, infinity breasts, in twilight stare - across the old city sky horizon's show the skyscrapers of the 42nd century superimposed upon this day of an earlier time frozen sunlight gas whole net free storm dirty forest grass trees bramble bus the skyline sets the day to setting tones of the sun turning the air to a dull baby blue clouds broken apart as if by providence by a grace ordered structured and made light - higher things to do more meaningful and true belief in the sets showing their way to display the pattern, and then the foundation is true, various and life begin to display, more themes and subjects emit - starsunlight sun light pounding down shares possibilities I see all that is in me is of the sun. Days with shining faces hard for the helpless so that their hardships be finally undone. This act was what the sun gets from earth, a bit of it refracted -- the eternal light of heaven, made in our flaming hearts. - Rewarded in the lap of the luxury of the air. We are the pool reflecting others beauty and wonder. We still the waters in awe, our beauty and wonder Warm night, romance breeze, not yet twilight, papers moving lightly in the air. Breath deep, feel the universe's warm love, join the emotional aristocracy - A musical harmony beating, keeping smiling, soaked blue mirth Light yellows, blue gold white alive above and around Watching carefully morbid or droning waves around me The possibilities of this life astound me. - I, a living being, autonomous to the boundaries of this creation Encountering in my scope, all time and space Instead of all distance and movement I see it like a small solid in front of me. - Life is a battle between impressions of life taking root in ourselves. Our bodies and the matter of events in our lifetime follow suit The readings of the level of light in our mind and soul is the book we read The control of our movement in space is a streering wheel to guide one there guided to the earth stars socializing, my hand -- my relaxation gauge -- turns me up, turns me down. The culture's poster child without a cigarette, one who lives wise and merry to their ripe old age I sink in beautiful gratitude today -- colors alive and staying. There is thoughtfulness, thankfulness, and even a blessing on my parents. - Remember yourself, carver in life best visions against a mass of hazy psychological curses which can be the ambiance often of this world. where are the protective angels about which they once heard to steer their thoughts in godly life? - vision outside the function of time on matter: butterfly hatching solidification of all human events -- like pods hatching souls into eternal life - young lady lighthouse burn yellow fire guidance ascender sidewalk I see you where ever I go Here in this city in a day I see two or three of you. - It's an oscillating stream, the near and the far. Phase to self-reflection the I divided attention throughout the day beaming love to and from one's heart divided attention and even to pray - I opened up for what good I saw what the tops of the stars had to say what could a man hear? If he really tried? could he hear evolutionary altitudes? the special events promised in spiritual books the majesty inherent in all life experience is it in your doctrine? you know about love and joy -- that what you don't use about them you lose all there is about them - poetic mind flights arrivals symbols like airports of mighty time space shifts symbols like awareness of clouds from deep space scents of other worlds flavors of paradise blowing in like fresh winds into parts of oneself that seem like hollow senses something saved for many to have to try to pull it back from forlorn strangeness and understanding why such things become someone's madness fierce fighting for one's beauty after witnessing the seeming conspiracy against it the conspiracy against one's youthful beauty, curiosity, grace and hope. dreaming how this conspiracy against one's beauty was defeated in a practical life a life looking back at 59 or 80 not hopes at 17 or 28 saved from what becomes in some a very destructive world pattern without loving our past, all our past days there would be no glorious present no great happiness experienced in the now from ourselves that we lived expecting from the public a crucifixion of grace it will be forever now this elegetic reality I forgive the entire thing I allow the entire thing to be beautiful fully alive, fully capable a pocketful of rewards from past choices and decisions what can I say now about the future except that a grin comes to me like in a little boy's eye who knows he can have the things he's missed as an obvious result from new choices unidentified I have no set financial value I have no understanding of what others feel toward me I recognize no past I recognize no future any given day has all the miracles in it that any other day has The trick is avoid the whole world of oneself to live out the magic that creates the miraculous: merely positive emotions can always, any day, come in when we link with the retractable force of love - is our collective bad feature the not looking back with happiness? no gratitude for today the strength to write it out again better, deeper -- today. what stays in my brain, as opposed to what I need? what lingers in my air, brought by the inner suns hard rays? how can a liberation be that great? to unify my mind above the whole town's trend? how can an older man outphase all he's been through, when he's been around the progressive since a teen? words can be repeated in echoes from poems of old, condensed to save that thing is to repeat the message, the vibratory. what exercises stayed in my mind to be repeated wherever I am? Am I tossed and turned without hope, without anchor? without a life preserver? Watching my breath, then seeing the light dreaming of seeing my soul again To see it again and again the soul that is the very engine of perception that thing I own, the thing that owns me, the engine the thing that we operate from explicitly. a daze attracted to face when shifted up from awareness of consciousness affluent luxuriation in music's atmosphere getting back to the roots of life's finest things inner smiles in us forming the saturation of kisses like the sunshine's heat expand make me bold not to become small like the ice when cold 2 Imagine the brain of someone who loved everything about your hometown: fond weather, glowing evenings where, before, staying in sweet restaurants, the smells and trails of twilight following them home. The jobs are good here, there are a million smart people here. They seem fascinating and they acknowledge you are one of them. A unity not perhaps like the old unity this town once had, that was a bit colloquial and limited, but a new unity not based on birth but on choice, on some kind of technocracy or meritocracy, yes, but hopefully stronger... as at times I can still see nature in this city shine it's breath on one, and I know this fresh feeling that is so unique -- it's as if the land is gently smoking. 3 you mentate siloqueys and sonnets about threats and dominance but inside have you ever seen not to make accounts about how you think you're seen? tallies empty, not added up from imaginations holdings removed from a lifetime the accountings of imperfect place? imagine using your mind to build without that process of making accounts about what others are perhaps thinking of you? be free to live life in the stream of a good escape from your siloqueys and sonnets about threats and dominance walk into my imagination my positive landscape of you the resonance of the waveform of your terrain is increased by the time graced dwelling on you waking from living in the dream the day to day encampment we have in the dream which is the true house of us here on earth the dream on top of the realities which are the true foundations of life 4 poetry is a force to sear life open when living has no life like no city to a suburb no higher products of the mind only monster trucks all around and I won't die yet fortuitous, my word of words comes to me in time friends from ages past a world opened through love through friendship, via similarities, nothing else and I don't accept my childish nature what do I break after all these years? what kind of construction in gold appears? these recoveries are beautiful the harmony between all is now here because, we hate being judged so we hate juding others we hate being sized up so we hate that which does it in us imaginative constraints come against helping a soul who is handicapped fear of contamination, exploited and excuses richochet in the brain how they must feel so disfigured, so disabled playing a game, maybe fighting a war against our imaginative constraints against ever touching seeing, being with helping along 5 help my mind be something greater take my emotions out of dullness help me give up sufferings that don't bring goodness help me to know that prayer will bring me there help me to know prayer will bring me the future wherever we want to go together, Lord wherever you know we should go willing to walk out of darkness that is, not knowing prayer will bring me to the light so now before I continue let the reader pause for a moment to pray I will leave behind from the place I'm leaving people or things we realize won't come help me know prayer might bring them here 6 if we could make a race of men who when standing up for their rights would feel extreme guilt and remorse feeling they were mistreating those around them such a race could always be kept as subservient pitiful slaves 7 I feel emotion's chilly sun burst so high but this time it is guided by the intellect of the intellect disengaging from the stigma's branded by the commerce mass the mass that outputs children killing children better and younger I feel emotion's chilly sunburst so high but this time guided by the intellect of the intellect disengaging from the processing of status by monetary payments I feel emotion's chilly sunburst so high but this time guided by the intellect of the intellect engaging in the tasting of freedom thanks to focusing through the ruler of ancient guidances 8 Something probably very different, something very strong realized.... and what could it be? The sunshine seems to take me there Planets probably more powerful than the earth. Mutual reality probably more united than the earth's. is there ever a safe way to study these implications? to find the outside? Time sense fades down in darkening blue sky Beautiful ducks fly right in from this horizon. the conscious energy of enlightened happiness. the love of life is plodding back refreshed memories, thoughts nourishing a higher state putting me in literary dimensions. the times at the city library, always taking home the French poets hanging out with the town's most attractive women at my side this love of life in insidiously opened days. I've started to get the joke that made my inner child chuckle merely that the unseen has-been-world vortex had tried to take away this laughter everyone in your life is your church. as I see the present, the gift all of us on the alone earth life comprehension at this level makes me breath deeply the glory of our unity, in the present the gift of all of us on earth we are all each other's present everyone in your life is your church. moving out to something like a massage give love to those who rejected you if it was rejection they made reconciling the flesh threats made since we wrestle not against flesh and blood a war with abstract haze of forces maybe today best seen as a mindless media mended world as in the adaptation rid of the wash of earth negativity often concurrent ubiquitously not just to me for when this negative wash does not hinder one they are maybe causing it to others flowing in it, being an average type only mended by prayer and meditation unless they like being identified, lost and negative all the seeds sown to wildness and, growing the mystical and metaphysical which got us into landscapes alone yet bright such moods will bring their enchantments in days to come we will have no regrets upon the spiritual earth inner power and faith in God's marvellousness something far above everything in a person yet still grounded in love light no longer contained breaks color bands once rectangular throughout the night of compression. 9 individuation first by sealing leaks just awareness of oneself and seeing what that does this is always the key believing in doing it is the bridge the thing that wears off the effect of negative impressions the inner warmth self-remembering brings is the gauge I concentrate on that the body can consciously align by the force of the mind, I've seen very well, the effect of a massage or even a tranquilizer can be given by simply telling each individual part of the body to relax in simple commands, that elongate the muscles and that a similar thing happens when I repeat the word love and plummet the depths of my forgiveness of others, visualizing the good harmony of the future, the very soon future the body loosens tightness all over when better scenarios are kept in heart and maybe ask God to make better what we hurt And I see the emotional bridges to imagine we have a mind or place where all our emotion takes place and that emotions spin faster than our thoughts, and if we can catch on to the spinning we can make it into positive emotions I've seen this often comes easy especially around good music but back to the act of self-awareness -- the holding in the memory of oneself, the awareness of oneself at present seeing this shift into an instant stopping of thoughts and movements usually good things happen after trying very hard to do this over a period of ten or twenty minutes breaking away into inner freedoms affirming our inner privacy grabbing the reign of one's actions and not letting them proceed mechanically and again focusing on the alignment of the body, so that all muscles are relaxed that can be relaxed and to think more about the sun, the light in the sky the distance of space between the planets, the stars, the sun and you how you are suspended in infinite distance of forms and like notes of delight on a piano keyboard raising in beauty and purity you being to ascend in emotion as an eternal part of your begins to manifest. That which is created complete, perhaps it's the engine of soul that exists in a self-descent into your mind a presence of how you really are in your soul and your witness it can talk by a type of inner speech which is just another dimension of your own thought and you'll know that this Real You can pull you out of difficult situations if you just remember to create a bridge by observing those things I've written as the presence of being must be aligned by releasing the tensions of life and you will find sooner or latter there is another shift up by your soul-remembering like a slight knock in which more of your soul is made plain and present to your attention this state of awareness of stillness seems to burns off sin everything that I tried to do by being religious becomes more manifest here 10 I woke up from this dream. I was downtown, walking around, next to me were these guys walking with a trampoline to help save someone who was going to jump. I think they acted a bit proud to me -- like they were the privileged fathers and young upstarts of the town. Then I looked up in the sky and I saw a man falling. He was coming down about 30 feet from where they were walking. I think I shouted for them to walk. They weren't even looking up for anyone. A loud sound, more like a pop than a splat, then there were two more coming down, again these two strange loud sounds. The guys with the trampoline were totally useless. 11 Stone Building He lives in the stone building that has many stained glass windows. He is, the best possible famous person on earth. Best in a moral sense, that is. Famous for poetry that make one shiver in delight and philosophical convulsions. People know him for being the man who does many wonderful things. He projects large waves of love to whatever group of people he is in. That is his secret of success. All the guardian angels of the earth want him around their great charges. Emoting love as a word, as a feeling, the word continuing the feeling, the symbols become aim. The need to see what the force that created what constitution we are in. He will subtract all events away from himself every day and live in Possibility. He will subtract all events and live in the endless possibilities of life. 12 Beaming Love Discovered, a type of spiritual exercise that is of very solid importance.... A very simple exercise.....it is the exercise of when one is out in public, of saying a prayer for everyone in the immediate area, combined with visualizing and feeling a beam of love extending from you to them. Feeling these strong beams from God, these strong beams of love from you towards others, in the crowd. When we emanate a feeling of love towards others, towards an area of need, we see instantly the intrinsic meaning of the universe at play.