Empty Fulfillment, hour 24

The end of all things
Begins with yet another
Another not like any other
But still the same

Still devoid of everything
Everything in it’s nothingness
Nothing isn’t a something
But yet still remains

This offered gift strangely unfulfilling
Unfulfilled in it’s completion
Yet full of the emptiness it contains

Absence is Complete, hour 23

Like music
Sometimes the space between the beat
Contains the rhythm

A cup only functions
When it is empty

A box filled
Is just a cube

Without guidance
Without structure
A movement becomes a mob
A garden tangled overgrowth

To order is not to impose
But to maintain and direct

To govern is not to control
But to facilitate progress

Never forget

Expect

Son of Jabberwock, hour 22

Quilliging skilk brillig overflow
Mazilcutaneous zilch braggadocio
Kill julcreptitular mildenexed septacle
Finkerton yerf bickled undertow

The point is:
Destrinex yulps voltenareous hozmeric waqualitarian
Brumbling octolegarian ceseretticulate
Zusulich necrocontrarian

The message remains the same:
Fertecotron derceviled ultashed drain
Rezewicked ghad yuleterior derriere bevemere toysenet whame

Jabberwock shame…

Painful Flow, hour 21

If only the words flowed effortlessly
Flowed liquid inspiration from mind to hand to pen to page
Flowed like molten rage at state of society blindly following latest manufactured anti-mask outrage
Flowed like blood from rubber bullet eye shots
Like blood from innocents shot by corrupt cops

Wish I could stop, focus on the beauty of existence
Instead of oppression and pandemic statistics
Wish the words flowed as happy and inspired
Instead of portraying situations dire

But so it goes

Just wish there was another way to flow

Ashes of The Old World, hour 20

When the last structures burn away

The fires of war no longer flicker

Only gently smouldering coals

Cast reddish glow on blackened city streets

Ashes pile in drifts against the rubble of our archaic ways

To fertilize the dreams that lie beneath

 

Maybe Fated, hour 19

Single cell of this parasitic organism

A cancer to this healthy planet

Dissonance personified

Infection in a healthy system

Imbalanced and off-beat

Skewing rhythms with our arrogance

No matter how hard we try

 

Wish we could act to make a difference

But momentum seems to be so strong we can’t avoid destruction

Malfunctioning as a species in the web of life we’re living in

Hope we leave the biosphere with more than nothing

 

Is it misanthropic to decry our role in greater context?

Seems the road we’re headed down just can’t allow a peaceful outcome

Were we always fated to destroy all that the elements have created?

Or is it something we’ve become,

A course that can be corrected ?

 

Sometimes I feel numb to the evils we’ve allowed to perpetrate

The fools that we’ve elected,

The ignorance that’s gestated

Hatred cultivated over so many generations

Seems impossible to overcome at times

But still I cling to something

Some kind of hope

That if  collectively we recognize

The error of our ways

Our fate can shift into the thing we make it…

Luna, Hour 18

She appeared after a solstice full moon

Bedraggled and malnourished,

Fur patchy

Skittish like she’d been abused

Her eyes met mine and I swooned, and soon it was just us two

Little pupper and an anarchist hiding out in Kipahulu

Shared meals of venison and beer

Her fear started to subside,

Light in her eyes when we went out to explore

But I had to leave and after our brief reprieve

I realized I couldn’t keep her any more

 

I wish I could have kept her as my own

But a Kula ranch with other happy doggos served her better

But every time the Solstice comes around

I miss the hell out of Luna

I won’t forget her

Sick With You, hour 16

Quarantine my heart with yours darling

Let’s isolate together and let the world outside fade away

Turn off the news

Forget about the future

Intertwine your soul with mine and focus soley on today

The here and now

The power of connection when our fingers touch

Shuddering rush

Eat from fruit of you until your skin is flushed

It’s all too much

But not enough

 

I see you blush when I sit next to you

When you’re just texting someone else

You might be detrimental to my health

I think I’m starving

 

You’re too charming

Cast a spell on my attention

Can’t release you from my thoughts

What you are is everything that I am not

 

Got me on lockdown

And as the world gets more uncertain

Chaos reigns

The times get hectic

You  will always be my beautiful pandemic

 

 

Trans-Pacific Misery, hour 15

Stuck in this metal tube

Air stale and recirculated

Single serving fruit cup tastes like claustrophobia

Knees jammed against front seat

Can’t sleep

Wet wipe dry against red eye flight stubble cheek

Weeping internally

Economy wasn’t made for 6 foot 3

No I don’t want your shitty burnt coffee

Just let me be

OGG to SFO to PEK to BKK

WTF

International flights fucking suck

Let me outta here

 

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