Mode 33

You can do your own math
Art doesn't work alone
It doesn't create something new
An understanding never intended
Math doesn't need an audience to be discovered
How we would talk to unknown intelligence

A golden record of mostly math floating through the cosmos

Down certain ravines there are answers

From certain height we can see

I need a sunny day

Flower to fill my poems

A woman no one dreams of

Starlights to set the scene

Nothing I need to understand

This moment I steal myself

No contradictions to resolve

Bosnian Siren

Siren sounds so beautiful
Children won't you cry
And it's so lovely to see
Which eye could be dry

Laughter and the thunder falls

Sorrow to the sun showers down

What could be done to the rain

Who will now take their pain

Further then you will go

Closer then you'd like to know

Hello, Again Hello

I am still standing here
Waiting and hoping still

Moving on just to say hello

I walk away just to return

All my roads still turn again

Ever more I am just the same

Learning more to learn again

I live now just to be alive

I am still standing here

Dreaming and waiting still

Continuing on just to share more

I walk away again today

Moving on just to say hello

I walk away just to return

No Past

It was the great fire
I could see nothing else

It was the right fire

Burning into me

And I could see

And I could feel

It was the light on me

They said it couldn't burn forever

But I don't know what that means

With my fire still raging

There's no end to my sight

And if it leaves

It will be no more

That's all it will be

It is the great fire

That has no past

And all you can say is it won't last

Walt Whitman Passed my Window

There is a road outside my window
I have watched it with interest

In the shadows I spied a wonderful parade

Those of wisdom and ignorant of themselves

I only dream of where they continue to

I looked out my window long enough

I will chase after everyone I have seen

No matter how far away they have been

I will not watch one more pass me by

There is no house that has enough comfort for me

No mattress has any wonder to hold me still

They have not built the building to my dreams

My dreams were built around their buildings

Don't talk to strangers

The moon and stars are strange and strangers

What of this Earth is not my brother

Who of this universe is not my sister

Where on this road is not a miracle

When will a miracle ever fail me

I'll sing of the open road with him

And I shall stick by him long as I live

Hallow Brown

Would one more word be
Alive fill in where void

Meaningless waters the sun

Grey upon the skies

That travel homeward

Searching of lost phrases

Ones I must have been

Would there collapse

Leave rushing to the scene

Fill places of sun

End nights they follow here

With words I could describe

Searching for lost words

Ones there must have been

Phrases of clear colors

That travel homeward

Grey upon the skies

Meaningless waters the sun

White Christmas

The first roller coaster entitlement and guilt

Whiter even more than snow

When you don't know just believe that you do

We learn a hard way

What teaches me is resources

Why they preach scarcity tells you all 

We have enough for everybody

Not everybody wants 

Most of them are white