RESCUELESS

If the human race is bound
to wink out like a candle
snuffed in outer space,
paralleling the same fate
each one of us knows
with certainty awaits,

then what gives, who cares,
why try and stop it, instead
look up and stare one more time
at the darkling smear
of starpoints winking
beyond in the night,

and ask yourself, once again,
don't I feel alright ?
So be it: call out
in the dark
to each other
"good night".

ADEPT

The definition of readjusting
one's view of world & self,
the anamnesis of recovering
the knowledge we were always
part of a whole & never the central theme.

This divorce from a common law knowledge
paved the way for the ego.
A shunning of the mother goddess.
The study of letting go; the practice
of letting go. What is there to let go of?

Well certainly not the ground.
(Once a supposition is merited,
a plausibility is extended;
something like a merry go round
where old rides die hard.)

The study of properly planned revolts.
Examining the back yard.
Scratching for scraps in the moonlit dirt
The study of choice & identity.
The question of who regulates it & destiny.

The question of freedom and
the limits of our rights to it.
The definition of self.
The study of perspective & priorities.
The meaning of being human.

The study of photosynthesis.
The observation of con artists & shell games.
The nature of the beast.
The assignment of application.
The study of definition.

The science of chaos, to say the least
the order of faith. The needs of the few
outweighing the many, the challenge
of how pretty no longer is a penny.

The methodical scrutiny of grime.
The stain in the transmitted lie.
The disease of the silent eye.
The hills of foam on the pond
floating on dark underslitherings,
where steam bath dreams rewind.

Peel back skin of faces to find
the study of all mankind.
The study of one man studying,
left behind for someone to find.

The study of dust, of skins being shed.
Re-emerging life, polished anew.
The study of what, where, and are we who
(the study of me is the study of you).

The study of balancing each
other out of the equation,
the entire history of a nation,
the dream of changing our mind,
the need to invent a new word,

the necessity of creating our own language,
the wisdom of learning for ourselves
the study of wisdom. The defining of change.
Forgetting having uncovered the meaning once.

AMBERGRIS

And what came of it all is still falling.
No way to suppose how the pieces
of this rose fit or what pattern
the petals will fall in, matter of fact
there's the beauty of it, to revel
in the opportunity to not be the architect.

Once, a city of fingernails grew.
From this embroiled, razorcoiled
hanging garden dropped battalions
of ripened fruit, hunched and ready,
this crop grew to prune itself.

Thus leaving the nails to grow
another race. One after another
dropped into the stew, come
to perfect a manicured face.
This chitinous fortress a tomb.

Once, a pretty breathing firestorm
flew from each other's lips
and scalpelwired eyes, a coalition
of the lit. Relay trance.

Magnification of distant concerns.
Zero avoidance. Hidden yearning.
Perhaps for reassurance where
the park benches are made of claws

STATES OF BEING

If "Absolute Power corrupts absolutely",
then know the real nature of "God":

The "Devil" IS "God", only fallen. Corrupted.
This shows how "God" has NO POWER.

Herein lies the secret of his inviolable status:
If power corrupts, then by definition
the one who would be "God" must abandon all power.

In so doing, He achieves Mastery
(while those who seek power must fall).

By Letting Go, "God" achieves becoming
One with the universe.

Thus, We are given a choice.
We, too, may Let Go,
and Become One with "God" and the universe;
the ultimate surrender.

Therefore, "God" and "The Devil" are not seperate beings;
rather, they are seperate states of being:
the states of the heavenly (or divine)
and that of the infernal (or damned).

To be damned is to have been sent on a path
from which there is no recourse.

The pursuit of power, or riches (merely power in another guise)
is just such a course.


This is exactly why it says
"Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here"
on the gates of Hell.

NO RESET

Every year it was the same thing
Each day I awoke in the morning
with a clean slate, as if a brand new person
My counter pushed to zero
Sailing out into the new day
the wind reviving memories

This year, however, is different
When I woke up on New Year's Day
January 1st, 2007, I felt that
I was exactly the same person
who went to sleep the night before
on that lone frozen peninsula
known as December 31st
the last day of the old year

I checked and my counter
was still counting
Now the wind is just the wind
My memories never left
I sail under my own power
Limitless horizons await