The Poet

A familiar sketch,

pen in hand,

ready to mark the

lined paper with

dark, leaded curves,

and dots and squiggles

making sense to

human minds

thru ocular vibrations

exciting neural paths.

Memory?

She the poet,

He the wordsmith

joining globs of black dust,

always new patterns

inspiring to some,

offal to others…

So what?

Gotta do what I do

even without price.

And from deep within

G₃  * whispers:

I will provide.                                         *G₃ - My symbol for God  – Trinity

Dedication

Four-score ago,

two souls in love,

this happy day invites

the world to share

their joy,

the start of a new life,

two are one,

a nest to build,

a crib to prepare,

what surprises along

the way to challenge

and grow?

And we remember.

Not forgotten the

hours of dedication,

sweat and tears and laughter,

labor and sacrifice,

Millie and Wally,

you are not forgotten.

Thanks for everything.

agd

Spring

Bore the hole,

gather the chaff,

ready the nest,

puff the chest

and bristle the tail,

Spring foreplay

choreographs Mother’s

myriad programs for

gratification.

What pleasure

but to assure

a new generation?

And what choice?

The Procession

Draped in chocolate wool,

cinched by

white coils

thrice-knotted

for tradition’s sake,

walk in file,

candles lit,

chant in voice

the ancient scrolls,

a holy sight.

Just men,

a romantic procession

to soothe the ego, yet

once pricked

they’ll lose the struggle

to warring

and more separation.

Compassion…

Compassion links

the chain

in unifying orgasm.

agd

The Interview

The Interview

“You say God speaks to you, eh?”

“Yes, every day ---

Thru the music of Lennon

and Dolly and Prince;

Thru the art of Michelangelo,

Dali and Kensho;

Thru the words of Hafiz,

and Eckhart and Teilhard;

Thru the healing touch of Brenda,

Debbie, Athena and Duane;

Thru the charity of every person

whoever threw a shekel my way,

Thru the purr and cuddle

of Camille and Grayson;

Thru the kindness of neighbors

and strangers (tho none are);

Thru the tastes and smells

of comestibles and smoke;

Thru every challenge, pain

and loss;

Thru every thing I see, hear,

and feel, God speaks

a tapestry of Love.

God is speaking to you, too.

Are you even listening?

agd

Love one another as I have loved you.

You say you are Christian,

but do you forgive?

You say our nation is “Christian,”

but does it forgive?

Where is the compassion

the Christ taught

is the foundation

of the saved?

On one end

we cheer the criminal

and rejoice in rebellion,

but do we forgive?

On the other end

we make laws to condemn

the most human of activities,

wag fingers and blurt curses,

and we do not forgive.

Once faulted,

forever stigma-ed,

discarded, shunned…

another life ruined.

Christian:

Why can’t you forgive?

You are God’s child.

Be like your Father in heaven

and forgive …

as you are forgiven.

Sabbath's Reward

Gray-soaked skies

wringing out

upon parched clay

and wilted green,

steady the drumming

upon the tin

like the constant ringing

in my ears,

a blending roar

beating upon

images of peace.

A day of reflection

and rest,

not a Sabbath,

but a Sabbath’s reward.

agd

Happy Earth Day!

Earth Day

O Bless-ed Mother Earth,

Full of Life

Stories abound

of moments

and events

riddled with drama.

So many lives,

So many moments,

all remembered

in the universe’s

Akashic Life-cam…

Nothing is lost.

O Bless-ed Mother Earth,

providing these flesh suits

for these short journeys

called lives.

So many variables,

so many opportunities!

I’ll be back!!

agd

Suffering

Why are we afraid to think it?

--- This level of creation --- it is hell.

Do you think you will offend God?

--- Really? 

She made it, you know.

There is only One.

If hell be the inability

to connect, to think,

to be as One,

then this is hell.

Violence and enmity,

murder and hatred

splatter the fields and cities

red with blood --- every day ---

And we kill and destroy creations 

meticulously, wondrously fashioned by God

in order to eat and live

one more day.

But who’s morality?

This must be hell.

If heaven is the Unity of all beings,

and if hell is the separation of beings,

the inability to connect,

to empathize,

to love…

then this must be hell.

We fight against all odds

to survive, to remain alive,

to function in health

as myriad demons pick and taunt

and eat our flesh,

trying to destroy this body

by any means.

So we suffer in pain.

They pollute the mind,

and so we suffer in kind,

trying to create a “norm”

--- smoke and mirrors ---

our culture and gods

tell us we ought to be living.

And yet we fight back.

And we idolize those who

rise above the limitations

of handicapped minds and broken bodies.

Is this virtue?

Or is it because we have truly forgotten

who we are and where we are?

This is hell.

And YOU have surmounted

the evils thrown at you.

Well, good for you.

Here's a gift certificate.

It seems no one really knows

the “best” way to live –

we have fought all through history

about it.

We’d rather kill for a bindi,

a tallit, a rosary, a burka

or head scarf,

a concept 

(My God is better than your god.)

or even a word 

(What's YOUR name for God?)

or the arrangement

of words.

No one knows.

Does anyone really WANT to know?

Is violence and suffering

the name of the game here?

If this is hell …. then …

This is hell.

Great suffering

punctuated by

momentary joys,

short-lived contentments,

and even shorter pleasures.

All of history ‘s sufferings

are not worth

one moment’s regret or resentment.

You suffer because I want you to.

I placed you here to do what you do,

to play out a scenario,

to add to the tapestry

which is … Me.

Don’t like that idea?

Tough – then don’t believe it… for now.

But the time is coming ….

Joel knew.

The cries of souls unheard,

clanging against peals

of insane laughter,

suddenly sound

before piercing thru the smoke ---

--- to Samadhi ---

--- to Unity --- to One.

Enter, Rejoice, Come in!!

Welcome!

We’ve been waiting for you …

to come … Home.

But I know what impels you,

and you will be back.

And maybe you empathize with these ideas,
or maybe you'll vomit and never read another word I blog,
but it is what it is.
So make the best of this day - create a joy, live a contentment, experience a pleasure, invite another into your intimate world. Let's get through this hell. Maybe we can go home early.

      agd

Aah - Spring!

Aah – Spring!

Warmer breezes,

Flowers popping,

Allergy wheezes

and heart-stopping

            Red Bud.

But WAIT!

I have some cold left,

Oh, and some snow…

Can’t waste it, you know.

It’s part of the show...

And something to talk about...

You’re welcome.

agd

UFO!

OMG! A UFO!!

The pie-shaped disc

flew above me

in the morning breeze,

high over the field I was passing.

It swooped and dove ---

and startled me

as it crashed into the new Spring grass.

I could see mysterious markings,

foreign, alien designs,

with dark, dark blue ooze … gel fuel?

 ….  liquid plasma?

Curiosity pulled me

 toward its shivering hulk.

I stepped closer ….. closer

…. peering at the ooze

….. and I sniffed …..

Mmm – blueberry.

agd