psychosiameter

from the darkness
to the bright
from the ebon to the white
from the morning
to the night
from the smiling
to the trite
from the grinning
to the fright
from the growling
to the spite
from the snarling
to the bite
from the never
to the might.

The Armageddon Machine

There is a machine now in the planning stage.
This machine is designed to do nothing.
Its purpose is unknown.
There will be no meaning to its existence.
It will be engineered
To the very pinnacle of absolute.
The cost will be ascending millions.
The cost will increase daily during installation.
It will be entirely funded by tax dollars.
A Politico-Industrial Complex will build it.
This company will be selected by certain officials
In high government positions.
This is a no-bid project.
This machine will need no employees.
It will be declared obsolete upon completion.

The Sandman

" It was the Sandman. . . . ."

Who let the cat get outta the bag. .
Who let the sky turn gray. .
Who let the hopes of yesterday
Get black and blue today?

It was the Sandman
Dancing in your sleep,
In your dreams
Where things are deep.

Who let the mouse get outta the maze. .
Who let the hammer fall. .
who let the thoughts of Memory
Be large instead of small?

It was the Sandman
Humming parts of songs
In my poems
Where he belongs. 

stormseason

passing thunder rumbles
from the west
down to the east,
growling in defiance
like a dark and mighty beast.

jagged lightning flashes
from the sky
down to the land,
striking with the power
of an unforgiving hand.

rolling thunder grumbles
from the north
down to the south,
howling from the heavens
like a high and mighty mouth.

crooked lightening crashes
from the clouds
down to the mist,
smashing with the power
of a monumental fist.

TIGERCAT

 

PURPLEDPINK

pink and purple
wrought in blue
beneath the clouds
beyond our view
to sit and stare
outside the mind
exeunt the
daily grind 

Mixed Emotions

Kif in floating clouds
And interwoven thoughts
Mingled by our closeness,
Bridging all those timely gaps,
How eagerly we touched . . . . .
I remember the last time
You and I mixed our emotions.

Diagraming The Tao

 

Enjoyment

If you are doing something you would do for nothing,
Then you are on your way to salvation.
And if you could drop it in a minute and forget the outcome,
You are even further along,
And if while doing this thing
You are transported into another existence,
There is no need for you to worry about the future.

Crabnest

 

Summersun

I am the five'o-clock shadow
I run in the afternoon sun
There is no other time. . .
For me.
It is work all day,
And then I finally find myself on the road;
The pavement slithers ahead of me,
A torpid concrete snake,
Sweat droplets are tiny crystal balls
Flung from my fingertips
As I flail my way through a long hour
Of pacing the hot cement.
The Summersun
Is a blazing fiery whip
And I am a willing flaggellite
Who dreams of cool days
And morning rains.
September 3, 1990

In the Court of the Badger King

 

Rainbow Dogs

The rainbow dogs still live
Just beyond the turn,
Around the corner
And over the bridge
Over the sweetwater creek;
All the dogs you ever loved or knew are there,
Waiting and watching for you,
Resting in the cool green grass,
All clean and young again
Watching for you to appear,
Just across the Rainbow Bridge.

Rainbow Dogs

 

the seanymph

. . .The seanymph swims
in azure deeps,
she lives to swim
and seldom sleeps,
her world is lonesome
low and blue;
she bids her love
a sweet adieu
then slowly turns
and swims away,
she swims away. . .

seanymph

 

burgundy and blues

thinking of you
with burgundy and blues

thinking of you
in green and golden hues

thinking of you
through a glass of deep maroon

thinking of you
through a heavy bluesy tune

thinking of you
in the colors of my art

thinking of you
and the things that you impart 6-5-1982

Rainsville

 

Images

the watchers are staring
through the door we left ajar,
i guess they see it coming,
they say it isn't far,
The watchers stay in hiding
in the forest of their thought
they look at it and wonder
if it all is done for naught
tunnel vision of the mind
moving on so fast,
the future slowly changes
the present to the past
we see them looking in
and feel they're looking through
but its really just a mirror
of ourselves in close review.

taotaotaotaotaotao

  

zenzenzenzenzenzen

...when one meditates enough to understand "enlightenment",then it is time to discard this understanding, for it is no more to be understood than "Buddha" or "God". Only the meditation of "nothing" is to be understood, and it will discard itself from the self. In other words, identify with your soul and not your form.....

Nightwatch

  

Flight

  

never say never

never say never
since time is but a brush
on the canvas of the Artist
pigment He will crush...
and grinding all the colors
He renews our vibrant souls
He paints our features differently
and hands us changing roles...
never say never
since time is but a Hand
of life's eternal Sculptor
or an hourglass of sand...
and remembering our karma
He molds our mortal clay
from everything we said and did
from every night and day...

Heart

  

"Dark, dark glasses"

Dark, dark glasses
On my face,
Change the world,
Slow the pace,
Sunshine strikes
Like hammered fire
Through your hair
Of golden wire. . .,
The glare of sun
So burning bright,
Its still ablaze
Within my sight,
When all is darkness
Sight and sound,
They still remain,
They come around. . .
Late at night
When mem'ry passes,
I must slip on
My dark, dark glasses. . .

Water Ballerinas

  

The meditation of nothing. . .

To see everything
and yet, to see nothing. . .
To hear everything
and yet, to hear nothing. . .
To feel everything,
and yet, to feel nothing. . .
To know everything,
and yet, to know nothing. . .
to be everything
and yet, to be nothing. . .

is the spirit of the Tao. . .

Tao

  

Passage

The distant drummer pays no heed
To what we want or what we need
He hammers out the beat of Fate
Sounding Karma soon or late
We leave our tracks in timeless dust
Which fade away as all things must
Our loves, our joys, our laughs, our tears
Disappear like bygone years
The thing you love, from dawn 'til dawn
In just a twinkling, will be gone
And though its far beyond your sight
It glows and glows by starry light
Nothing stays that will not turn
Nothing drowns that will not burn
No one lives that does not yearn
No one loves that does not learn

Bluearmadillos

Sometimes armadillos seem at night
Bathed in Texas bluemoon light
They sneak around and dig the scene
And slowly dance a blues routine. . .

Texas State Animal