Therefore I...

One Fine Night

I believe in some-thing

I believe in s-ome-thing

I believe in someth-ing

Some-thing good.

Universe ex-pan-ding

Universe ex-pand-ing

Universe e-x-p-a-n-d-i-n-g

Expanding

Universe in-fine- ite

Universe in-fine- nite

Universe in-fine-night

In-fine-nite

Universe e-tern-al

Universe a-tun-nel

Universe e-turn-all

Eternal

I am a part of this thing

I am apart of this thing

I am a-part of this thing

This thing

Therefore I me ternal

Therefore I’m eternal

Therefore I meet turn all

E-ter-nal

Therefore I’m in-fin-nite

Therefore I min fine-nite

Therefore I’m in-fine-night

One fine night.

Variety of Poems

Life

Swimming in the warmth

Comfortable in my womb.

Then some jerk disturbs me

And I enter the world.

Backyard 1

Life is the little bug

That lives under the bark,

As the red and white crested woodpecker

Picks and struts his music.

Life is a squirrel rummaging for food.

And the pieces of fallen bark that will make up his home.

Life is my daughter's voice that echoes in the distance.

Life is knowing that this will someday be gone.   Sunday April 24, 2011.

Backyard 2

Spring sun shines shimmeringly.

I don't deserve this.

Paradise in my backyard.

I must allow this to be.

Tragedy

I want to tell you a story

But I don't think I will

'Cause I don't think you deserve it.

You'll blame and you'll stew.

It's a story of forgiveness,

One might almost say grace,

Because the human it happened to,

Very nearly saved face.

But I can tell you he didn't get it

He killed someone that night

And the person he slaughtered

Had saved his life.

She cared for him and loved him

But he was lost in his role

And that night he finished it off

What was left of his soul.

The Buffoon

Let's face it, he helped no-one,

Sorry that's not true- he helped himself.

To a life of uncertainty

In a post modern world.

He wondered and thought, and thought and wondered.

Found a world without answers and answers without a world

Then slept with uncertainty, the whore of tomorrow.

The sky vibrates over his city

The stars say yes to whomever he is.

The sky says glory

The sky says grace

The sky says cold,

In this insignificant place.

The Existential Angst

Poem 1 Jan. 2010-01-31

THE EXISTENTIAL ANGST

The rub between living and meaning

A fight made up by me.

My cat doesn’t stress like this.

So why do I?

The friction between the day and the life,

Seeking for something more,

But, nothing more do I find

But another day closer-

 To worms meat.

Searching for meaning in this crazy world

Wanting something that doesn’t exist.

Meaning can be mean, said the lady of thought

Until you turn that meaning back to the moment,

And see,

The bliss of here and now.

Another challenge to be able to do.

Knowing that that’s all there is

Creates, the rub

Between living and meaning- The angst of existence.

NOTHING TO BE DONE

Nothing to be Done

Nothing to be done

Nothing lost, nothing won

One road one life

Time and a choice

And the never ending

Paradox

Of life within death-

And death within life.

And so I laugh

At the smiling moon

She’s pale- and weary

Of looking at me;

Yet, still smiling,

Watching me writhe and squirm,

A worm

About to be trod on-

Nothing to be done…

My Life in the Shade

My Life in the Shade

The light and the shade

Is the essential paradox

Two is always the nature

Of love and conflict

Two is always the flavour

Of yuck and mmm.

Every age, for the single human

And the single era

Probably the single eon,

There appears to be an

Antagonism.

It’s me and you and you and me

It’s all the things that we can be

But aren’t

And I hope that before I die

I experience its opposite

The unnamed

The one.

Tom- March 5, 2010.

I Don't Want to Die on a Day Like This

I know what it means to die now

Thinking abstractly does not do it.

With only my words sitting in my yard, I begin to cry.

The May day of bloom and sun and beautiful daughter's,

And through my sun glassed sun drenched teary eyes

I see blue heavens sparkling through maples

And buds so young and green,

Witnessing life growing.

Birdsong is beautiful; but not like this.

Thinking about my time so imminent

I know what I see of my canoe and my daughter-

She's spraying and playing and tending the garden-

Is but a moment of forgotten time.

As I realize this, my heart aches to know I will lose this;

This moment- the ache of knowing what I will miss-

I don't want to die on a day like this.

Creepy Doll

 CREEPY DOLL (May, 2010)

When I was a little girl

My momma said to me

Daughter, don’t go to the basement,

There’s something I don’t want you to see.

Well, for a long time I didn’t go down there,

But then my cur-i-os-i-ty

Kicked in really strong-like,

And it got the better of me.

They say curiosity killed the cat,

And they say a cat has nine lives

I decided to go to the basement

And I carried with me two knives.

When I tried to turn the light on

It was broken at the switch.

So, I walked along in the darkness

And for a moment I noticed a witch.

It was a face that I saw in the dark

Not a witch but an ugly old doll,

Sitting on a box in the corner

Not looking at me at all.

A glimmer of light from the window

Showed me the head of that doll

And it showed a scar and a tattoo

And some blood had splattered the wall.

I laughed at my fearing that toy

A scarred up, dirty old doll’s head,

 Then it turned and gave me a smile

And laughed- this is what it said:

“Hello little girl, do you want to play?

We could go out and play in the sand.

Pick me up and take me upstairs

And, oh, give me that knife that you have in your hand.

I felt so very hypnotized

I gave it both of my knives

The doll used the knives. That night

Me and my mom lost our lives.

The new owners were cleaning the basement

They saw the blood on the wall

They tried to box up that little doll

And their bodies were never found at all.

The doll's name is Sabrina,

A cute little name it seemed

If you own a cute little doll,

Treat her very well indeed.