Dream Believe and Discover

Health, Wealth, Ingenuity, and Acceptance

are languages spoken by Man and by beast:

a society of living things must communicate

or always fight the same mistakes.

So naturally, languages are a part of being

to survive, thrive, and not to starve.

Languages spoken by Man and by beast

navigate our feelings

navigate our mind

in terms of ideas

so like minded people

can find help in each other

Societies of living things must communicate

This is true of an ant or blade of grass

revolutions in biology describe peptide messages

Tectonics speak in strain and stress

And a bird reads the field lines of lattitude

Expressing its views through its actions

To always fight the same mistakes

is the very definition of crazy.

Which is why I think society a bit insane

as we deregulate banks and market places.

Is there no consumer safety

no stability for our labors reward?

And then stripped poor by lies and vice

where then resides our voice, but in its grave.

Languages are a part of being,

the meaning to life,

coming in part

by bus, by train, by car

As they travel the paths

of Nature and Mankind

of Industry and Marketplace

for perhaps material insight

or maybe spiritual gain.

Survive, Thrive, and Don't Starve

Navigate your life

as an Ent or a blade of grass

Do what you must, then do what you can

For as we travel paths in life

we may make gains and insight

to find the impossible realized through our actions.

It's Your Choice

Survive, Thrive, and Don't Starve

Navigate your life

as an Ent or a blade of grass

Do what you must, then do what you can

For as we travel paths in life

we may make gains and insight

to find the impossible realized in our actions.

navigate Life and find

14 impossible things before lunch.

They're magic, as are our lives.

And a life without magic is mundane

Find a life inspired

It waits for you,

It seeks you even now.

An Ent or blade of grass

lend inspiration between a self-examined life

One with consciousness and that of land.

Life like a river flows through existence

with patterns and shapes and language

supporting or destroying with each rain.

Is there a conscious water droplet shed

for humanity that waters the love?

Prayer waters that and Man and more.

Do what you must, then do what you can

Life is what you make of it.

Do not let fear consume you,

but clear your mind and open senses

to find all that awaits for you

with open heart and open mind.

For as we travel paths

afoot lies the present

we must pick up

and shape to our liking

so it will fit through the doorway

of our minds for acceptance.

Though death, disease, and despair

beg the same considerations,

we should reject those.

We may make gains and insight

if one chooses carefully.

There is lots that would mimic

health, wealth, ingenuity, and acceptance

but would lead to crime, poverty, and ignorance.

We can find the impossible realized in our actions.

We're magic as are our lives

with patterns and shapes and language

But clear your mind and open senses

so the present can fit through doorways

we choose to gain insight.

Yea! Life Is!

We can find the impossible realized in our actions.
We're magic as are our lives
with patterns and shapes and language
But clear your mind and open senses
so the present can fit through doorways
we choose to gain insight.

We're magic as Are our lives
with the intuition of our soul
and the vehicle of our minds
we can catch the wind
and set it aright
to live uplike

Patterns and shapes, and language
can convey music
we call beautiful
It is truth and beauty
that Dragons talk
And the fact is humans talk
in truth and myth

We can clear our minds and open senses
to perceive magic and miracles
We aren't tainted because we can
but are only judged by that which we do.
Though haters will hate.

The Present has to fit through an open door
whether it is a door you open or one held open for you
matters not to the perception of reality
Accentuate the positive
eliminate the negative
and the present awaits
the once and future king.

We can choose to gain insight,
For the intuition of souls
is truly you, and truly beautiful
Though haters will hate,
Accentuate the positive
eliminate the negative
watch out for mister in between.

Thank you God! for a sharing Life

We can choose to gain insight,
For the intuition of souls
is truly you, and truly beautiful
Though haters will hate,
Accentuate the positive
eliminate the negative
watch out for mister in between.

Intuition of souls
mirrors between quiet reflection
of conversations with Sky and Earth
Send your roots deeper
Knock on the sky
And streeEtch that cramped mind
beyond fear or worry clamped onto stress

Truly you are beautiful
with hopes and dreams stored away
for winters slumber
And in your branches perhaps climbs
a living memory, a spark of life,
Sheltered by you and your life
as the Earth shelters you
and the Moon shelters the Earth
We do not know the ravages of cold psychosis
and clinical death as Mars does

Haters will hate
as sewage wilts with stink
ventilate that shit
and move on
They're a toxic product of our society
refined, concentrated, and bred
on a daily basis by houses of power,
and in the end, but a Tool.

Tools are used and discarded
They do not own their owner
Tools can ascribe moral behavior
but even the chainsaw can create waste
even the knife can cut it's owner

People are kept poor
and in keeping poor, this keep worlds simpler
If all we care about is sex, sports, and work
Do you really think we'll befriend destiny?
I know I didn't, I had help. Lotsa lotsa help.
And so worlds combine to unite against
the inheritance of war and assasination of hope
in a revolution of Love.

Persevere in your darkest night
Pray for guidance and make Peace in idle hours
For Hope springs eternal, as the birthright of Mankind
and Joy to Worlds.
And as tomorrow's tomorrows unfold
from wrapped package to present in hand
Thank God for sharing it with you,
because no other could have given it.
I bet he's wondering what you're up to.

Sandcastles

Intuition of souls
mirrors between quiet reflection
of conversations with Sky and Earth
Send your roots deeper
Knock on the sky
And streeetch that cramped mind
beyond fear or worry clamped onto stress

Between quiet reflection
the words come of their own
we can watch them come and go
and just be, as we can watch our feelings
also come and go...
For we are not our minds

Conversation of Sky and Earth
can be observed at any time, any place
through silence, and quiet of mind
The signs do not always speak
The signs rarely lead
But if one gets themselves connected
Then at least one can see them
and recognize what they are.

Send your roots deeper
build connections with Earth
in ones mind and also life

Knock on Skies
God resides in heaven
He wonders if you'll visit him.
He wonders what you're like.

And streeEETCH
between the infinite all
and the infinite nothing
For we are the couriers
of existences' halls

Beyond Fear or Worry,
WE, are not our minds;
If we are connected
and build connections in Earth
with residence in Heaven,
might we find ourselves
in the galactic Core?

Reach for Heaven, Grovel with worms

StreeEETCH
between the infinite all
and the infinite nothing
For we are the couriers
of existences' halls

The infinite All
the material ideas
the galactic mass
Everything we learn
Everything which turns
Connects us... in the loop

The infinite nothing
resides on our other side:
on the other hand,
in the sky and deeper space...
waiting to receive a gift or present
It is our empty hand that strikes
to defend our integrity:
Our Health, Wealth, Ingenuity, and Acceptance...
So that we may have room for everything we choose...
in eternity's blessing.

We act as couriers and go between
with the languages we carry
and trust laid in purveying
our dreams of the infinite
and that which we won't know
by connecting the heavens
with Earths down below

For existence's halls
are trees that grow wild:
with foundations that root
and life flowing inside
while providing us shelter and maybe some food
as ceilings held high keep dry our feet
and animals keep company with nuts they meet.
I will try to remember that life is a tree,
accepting of all whom a tree might greet.
And in reaching for heaven, gives direction to me
as well as all those bristle-cone trees.
For growing up and out is what its about!
But if you know trees they don't move around.

So be like a tree if you want to put roots down
and just let it be, let it be, and let the worlds turn round
for our accumulation of junk bleeds the love in our hearts
and working too hard robs our family of spark.
By all means, work and love, but don't expect of me
to be all those things you are and weren't.
For nobody's the same, though two trees may be alike
it's the generic ideas that are trapping us inside
For we may be a tree, a bush, or orchid, or forb
in reaching towards heaven, in reaching towards good.

Healer and Destroyer is the Mercuric Word

We act as couriers and go between
with the languages we carry
and trust laid in purveying
our dreams of the infinite
and that which we won't know
by connecting the heavens
with Earths down below

Language carries
and connects everything:
some physical like writing
some mental like reading
and some in-between

we trust words to carry
our meaning and understanding
with spirit of its own
we set free for peace
within our souls
and to fill voids
that would threaten to consume.

Our dreams of the infinite
speak through our intuition.
A good language can translate
those unrealized ideas,
to potential super power.
But it is language which conveys
meaning to all your deeds.

All we don't know grows
as we speak and convey ideas
Even now, I wonder what futures hold
And how an ecology of ideas
can fold the universe within
its related pages
like the ego of Man.

Connecting heaven
is our imagination,
That ability to recognize
unseen ties,
That intelligence
which spells creation.

On Earth
Ecology is the context
and like a forest
ideas grow and feed and multiply
as a bird song or as owls spy
in times of Peace and War

Earthworm Ideas

Connecting heaven
is our imagination,
That ability to recognize
unseen ties,
That intelligence
which spells creation.

Our imagination
can recreate who we are
It is our greatness
to reinvent ourselves..
Imagination could be our
greatest passion,
if we but added 1 + 1.
if we but tilled new soil.
if we but used our minds
and exercised on the horizon.
Maybe we'd be happier
with our creation?

The Unseen, ties
our lives with ideas
in spirit,
it is as if
a hummingbird hovers
unseen inside everything
with two wings
a heart that sings
two eyes and a mind
to perceive and think with
Or maybe a praire dog,
watching you lurk
and barking in alarm
as you approach the truth.
And all the lions and bears
Crabs and Centaurs
Mark the Heavens of time's  passing.

Intelligent
reckoning
spies on all
as a rock watches
by abiding through time
meeting all violence
with patience.
And like rock
our creativity
underlies all
of consequence.
Patiently creativity
awaits for you to discover

Spelling creation
are languages of dawn
singing the song
fighting for life
and amidst chaos
we need but keep
boats floating.

For You Mother Earth

Spelling creation
are languages of dawn
singing the song
fighting for life
and amidst chaos
we need but keep
boats floating.

Languages of Dawn:
speak of the day ahead,
describe the life we want to live,
gives thanks for what we will have,
makes plans for sustainable living...
But in this day and age,
It's no wonder sometimes Dawn,
never comes.

Singing the Song
of Dawn and God
Are all the creatures of Peace
as Yuletide brings new hope
in fights against crime,
poverty, and ignorance

Fighting for life
are our songs
our poetry
For beauty will usually outlive the mundane
Just as hope overshadows our history
We all aspire to greatness
against adversity.

Amidst chaos
our songs
our poetry
can rally troops to standards
in our most desperate times
surrounded by crime, poverty, and ignorance.

We need but keep
our friendship alive.
For in hearts grace resides
the song of dawn
first sung by Mom
and the rising tide
and the rush of blood
and beating of drums...
whispered in existence ever since.

And in the dawning light
give thanks for what we will have!
And all creatures of Peace
are beauties that will outlive the mundane
as our poetry and songs
glint off, in the rising tides.

The Road

We need but keep
our friendship alive.
For in hearts grace resides
the song of dawn
first sung by Mom
and the rising tide
and the rush of blood
and beating of drums...
whispered in existence ever since.

Our friendship lives
through communication
kind deeds
a positive word with you
but also worlds
that continually give birth

For hearts grace
lends life and death
It promises both strength
but also peace and rest
which we all deserve
after lifetime's end.

the Song of Dawn
sings of eternal struggle
for peace and joy!
Let me lay my head in rest
and dream a little dream,
And set right the wrongs of worlds
in my life and those in sight.
Gift me with pen and paint to display
my hearts intent and pent up faith.

Mom first sung this song
with spark and eye and tongue
from continual rebirth of skies sign
and the burrowing of the worms
It is the lilt of the birds
and the sighing of the wind
And of Hope's landfall
with day's work done.
For it is the song of existence...
keeping track in time of works and play
under the moons sign and during days.

The rising tide
in warming climate
brings news of disaster
power outages
food shortages
disrupted
transportation
flooded streets
washed out citizenry
drought, disease
unexpected predation
of mercenary economies.
Pregnancy of New Years Baby
aches our Mother.

The rush of blood
with each new cry of life
with daylight's sight of reborn lives
and new works to be done
New Hope. New Love. New Faith.
New Song lilts on the winds of time.
Bringing new struggles for peace and joy.

Drums beat dancing
in plays of life
like heart animating
the Will and Strength of flesh.
The flame of righteousness
will be a citadel
against the horrors of night
in our travails for sanctuary
of our peace and joy's flowering.

Whispering...
existence leads us forward
towards a better life
that continually births
strength, but also peace and rest
to dream a little dream
of Hope's landfall,
our Mother aches for,
with new work to be done
while the flame of righteousness
carries us as we carry it.

Evolve and Revolve

For hearts grace
lends life and death
It promises both strength
but also peace and rest
which we all deserve
after lifetime's end.

lending life and death
is cooperation
of organs
organizing
worlds' chaos
for mutual benefit
of organisms habitat
that we call our body
and environment,
also a living thing,
like we
that can live or die
and perchance dream.

Promising strength
is one's will
towards change.
Reality stripped of myth
often makes complexity
really really simple,
For what emotion
stripped of narrative,
isn't?
And what thought
stripped of emotion,
isn't mundane?
For then truth and beauty
can be seen in their own terms
with direct engagement of senses.
(where available)

Peace and rest
lead to contemplations of God.
One can't help but to look out windows
and observe his handiwork
in the Sun and the Rain
in Fish and Turtle
in Cobra and Cousins of all kinds
evolving and revolving
on this great Earth
in Union of starstuff.

One deserves
credit where credit is due.
Are you really a credit to society
when justifying ones emotions
in rationalizations of logic.
Or are you merely organizing worlds
to serve you through manipulation
of digiphex questions.

After lifetime's end
worlds' chaos
organizes us
really really simply.
Observe God's handiwork
serving you upon manipulation.

What's beneath you, hold one up

Promising strength
is one's will towards change.
Reality stripped of myth
often makes complexity, simple
For what emotion stripped of narrative,
isn't?
And what thought stripped of emotion,
isn't mundane?
Truth and beauty seen on their own terms
(where available)
sings life eternal silently

Reality stripped of myth
would kill you.
The stories in our life organizes
our thoughts, our deeds, our witnessing
happenings, rationals narrated,
but told as an atom
motivation and ambition
would flee for lack of sight
in lands as dark as this.

Emotions stripped of narrative
are the hardest things to deal with.
Like pure sadness or pure joy.
(A symptom of bipolar illness)
Unrooted it is mental illness,
and rooted is cynical or optimism
which are learned practices
and so could be said a discipline
but not one of an empty mind.

Thought stripped of emotion
is a great tree flowering
growing both below and above
consciousness of ground zero.
It grows with the help of fungus
but also light in branches reach
embracing what we see and hear
in days warm touch
and nights' rain.

Truth and beauty
hangs in sky
for those who can see
while lies gild
the painted sight
in frames of life.
What is one's mindset
when growing up?

Sing life eternal!
Never stop
Living, loving, learning!
From our
Deeds, witnesses, thoughts!
For rooted feelings
Grow with help from fungus
Below those whom can see.

What Picture Is Framed Out Yonder, It Is The Wheel! and Juliet the Road

Truth and beauty
hangs in sky
for those who can see
while lies gild
the painted sight
in frames of life.
What is one's mindset
when growing up?

Skies alight
upon grace, heaven sent
while cents and seven sins
trigger the sixth sense
of ones own personal definition
of something said
or something staid
Perhaps laid to grave
or graven image.

Those that can see
often bespeak of metaphors
while shadows play
outside of reach

of the painted sight.
Inspired? maybe
or perhaps the result
of overlong mulling
and candle having gone out.

Frames of Life
reflect nothing
if nothing is brought with.
So many pictures
so many poems
so many books
bring tedium
to snuff your recollection
that you are alive
and must eventually leave
all
behind.

Is that the mindset
we all must 'escape'
or are we just that uncomfortable
with being with our own thoughts
our own sights, our own actions
because we're all sinners.
I think it's because
we like variety
just like I wouldn't
always want to be taken
seriously, or sarcasticly,
or pessimisticly.

Growing up
while cents and seven sins
play in shadows' emotion,
a lighted candle
pictures a poem and books
to our own sight and insights.

A Lamp Lit Wanders With Crooked Stick

Those that can see
often bespeak of metaphors
while shadows play
outside of reach

For metaphors
are the icons and symbols
of our language
we may perceive
simple ideas
as models to tinker with.
Some mundane, some profound
and like volcanoes
create the continents we walk.

While shadows play
outside of candle light:
the fear found in ignorance,
ill-informed, and lied-to.

Outside of reach,
lies the present.
We may perceive
simple ideas and models
that create the continents we walk.
For if all was ambiguous
where did land come from
but from metaphor,
the apple of my eye.

Is It Any Wonder?

Outside of reach,
lies the present.
We may perceive
simple ideas and models
that create the continents we walk.
For if all was ambiguous
where did land come from
but from metaphor,
the apple of my eye.

The lying present
is hard to see
just like a snake
in a tree.
Cut off the ribboned head
and look inside.

We may see:
a judgement,
or the best,
or a creation,
or something of respect;
what have you.

Simple ideas and models
come in... classes
to find and/or create a judgement
to find and/or create the best
to find and/or create, creation
to find and/or create more respect.
How else would you become informed?

The continents we walk
are 22 miles thick, more or less
While the old wisdom of the ocean
is like 4
4 miles of riven and driven
recycled and plied truth
that rises to beautiful land
Where butts may be saved
for a later date with fate
wherein we dig up the bones of history
to circumspect what futures hold
in Heaven's grip and scythe

For if all were ambiguous,
if all was oceanic watershed seas
Truth would be murky
and Beauty,
 would only fill a belly
in worlds bordering
fear and faith
leaving us to seek
only Gold, God, and Guns
as fish, evolved and revolved.
And we might think seas, empty space,
because we so easily fit,
but at least, perhaps, we could fly.

Land came from Conservation
Reduced earth, recycled earth, for reused earth
Land is our future, and garbage our gift!
Is it any wonder humility is a virtue,
and ambition a vice?

Metaphorically,
we're building mountains in outer space
rising like Mount Olympus
set with twelve compasses on Mytikas
and a golden compass in our soul,
as creation supports land
that in turn supports water
which meets air bordering in turn
outerspace in which light vibrates
as wave or sound or earthquake.
What is this Dark Matter?

The Apple of My Eye
in a tree
has you coming
to find and create
recycled and plied truth
in a beautiful land.
I'm easily fiting
reduced, recycled, and reused Earth
to build mountains into outerspace.

Redesign, Renew, Regenerate

Land came from Conservation of Matter
Reduced earth, recycled earth, for reused earth
Land is our future, and garbage our gift!
Is it any wonder humility is a virtue,
and ambition a vice?

Reduced ambition, recycled ambition, and reused ambition
might come to redesign, renew, and regenerate worlds humility!
How?  Well think Man!
The well of our world is our industry, nature, markets, and mankind
Thinking dreams up ways of making something from these
Man needs something, Man makes do.
So,
 Redesign what you do
Renew what you do
Regenerate what you do
so that, whatever it is you're doing
doesn’t end up wasting landscapes
as Garrbagge!

Land is our future, and garbage our gift
When can we manage nutrients
that Nature can't manage?
What redesigns can we make
to reduce, reuse, and recycle?
What materials can we use
that will renew the soil?
What can we grow in that soil
that regenerates our product?

Humility is a virtue,
That act of stooping for a piece of garbage
means you've earned domain of the Earth.
Finding a proper place for it, perhaps you care.
And designing products as waste nutrients, wise.

But in all that, is our ambition
for more health, more wealth
better ingenuity, more acceptance
and that can derail into preoccupation
preoccupied, we spoil lives
and vice comes calling tea time.
oh really

How?  Well think Man!
When can we manage
earning domain of the Earth.
Preoccupied, we spoil lives.
Your life, too!

Happy B-lated Earth Day, All

Land is our future, and garbage our gift
When can we manage nutrients
that Nature can't manage?
Who redesigns things we make
to reduce, reuse, and recycle?
What materials can we use
that will renew the soil?
Where can we grow in that soil
that regenerates our product?

When can we manage nutrients
in our design
within scope of sight
so we Know they're recyclable
and/or reusable
and/or reducible
Why not all three?

Who redesigns these things
as garbage?
We Know change is the only constant
and that nothing lasts forever
So why is the end, life,
the last consideration?
Maybe for the same reason
interchangeable parts
took several million years
for invention.

What materials will renew
and make garbage, beneficial?
And it's all rubble
from our buildings
to our cars, diapers, phones.
Planned obsolescence,
well plan it already!?
Why does mercury get in water
When did these fish become poison
Where does this coal ash come from
Who created these Superfund sites
What makes them similar
to those who did,
what's the big difference?

Where can we grow
when garbage consumes the planet
faster than we can extract, Master?
It would seem wisdom abandoned us
when greed took over society...
Now, it's about
participating in the economy
What is that?
Producing quality products?
If so, then why does our garbage
kill life in uncontested strife
with unplanned garbage cycles.
Not a quality I like.

What regenerates our quality
scope of sight within life.
We know nothing lasts forever.
So what garbage will be benefical,
before the garbage consumes planets.

Trash Compaction

When can we manage nutrients
in our design
within scope of sight
so we Know they're recyclable
and/or reusable
and/or reducible
Why not all three?

ReDesign
ReNew
ReGenerate
Useful reUsable things
that reCycle for reducible
Garbage
And it ALL ends up as garbage

within Scope of sight!
Why then do we ignore lives.
If our outstanding product
as a people, is the bottom line
Well, that bottom line is garbage
in a cosmic, line item, balance sheet.
To some, we are what we give
and if we were to disappear tomorrow
what would last after the glaciers glassed
and the heatwaves blasted
for 10,000 years? hmmmm?

Recycleably,
ephermeral things
get loved and lives ignored.
Where is our memory
that this happened before
Wherefore then can we
change the story
of Garbage.

Reusableably
re: USAble ably
puts to use that future
we know awaits
to replace a better outcome,
one with ingenuity and aplumb.

Reducing garbage,
one reduces nonsense...
for what cent resides
in the future,
we can have NOW.
Which is all that makes good
and sensible action worthwhile
for some.
Less labor, less land
less toxic garbage, man.

Why can't we have it all?
Because we threw it away.
Useful reusable nutrients
are our bottom line,
the story of our Garbage
replaces outcomes
in the future.

Neither Burn nor Bury

Why can't we have it all?
Because we threw it away.
Useful reusable nutrients
are our bottom line,
the story of our Garbage
replaces outcomes
in the future.

We threw away
the garden hose
the tires broken
the rims on them
and the air inside
We swept the broken glass
aside
with the cruft of dirt
And like that cruft
all reside
on the thin shell
of earth
inert
and left at loss
because ourselves are lost.

Useful reusable nutrients
take planning,
and we as homo sapiens
only think, witness, or do
when we necessarily have to.
We'd rather have robots
that make or watch for us.
And we're doing our best
to design robots to think, too.
Our greatest hope and worst fears
is written on robotic fiction
Leering machines
we'd ween from electricity
so we'd not have to feed them either.

Our bottom line,
Garbage,
was made by robots.
Our salvation
and rapture
will be an electronic Jesus.
A Glow in the dark, battery operated,
part replaceable, recyclable, thinking machine
wielding a multi-tool and
army knife with laser sight
and a demolition bar slung back
hung from a strap and ready for action.

The story of our garbage
began with the era of machines
producing things cheap.
Machines to mine, grow, make, store
evermore than before
For our children to wallow in comfort.
While we continue
to make more complicated modern life.
Complicated devices and remotes
complicated laws and moonshots
Complex problems beyond our budget
of both time and space.

Replace that outcome.
That one, that we're screwed.
Fusion power is real,
Propane synthesis is possible
Thinking machines powered by these
may make use of garden hose
and garbage tires, beyond burning and burial.
And it's always burning and burial
anymore isn't it.

In the Future,
left of loss
we design robots to think
like an electronic Jesus
to solve complex problems
synthesizing possibility.