Revenant

You need to live long for long things to happen to you
I learned a word seldom used and  find use
My revenant of all the things going on there is you more
Back from a form of death I first thought worse

People come and go they do not return from any great abyss
Generally we progress in all ways
Hold so many things that we do not drop
Enough to find little time for those left behind

A few will not stay in the long run
We leave behind those things that will not come
Unlucky can find luck
Love does unloved

My revenant did not return from nowhere
Back from us to what is me
Certain things I carried even when I was so young
with more less burden

These tangents of so we are
Off where we go
Some make one choice and never lose
But they do not win

Others so long and wide searching
Find more each moment
Chosen by circumstance circumvent
Find victory after not winning

Each their own and you my revenant
Amputated amplitude amplified not gone but missing
Not yet here but no longer beyond
There is something I would rather do
A person I would rather do it with

There was a big enough universe I occupied
Evicted to a larger one I found less
It takes very little and was enough
There was just a bit less possible

A time I did what I wanted was us
All the ways it was good and better
Then I did less but was more
Out of this nothingness creation love chipped off

There are ways established to leave things behind
No procedure for those that return from so long
My revenant of who we could be
Of who we are

A Preacher with no School

Certain things set the world a fire
We all have skin in the game

Things fall in place others put
There is not much justice in this world

People do not hold meetings to be questioned
I do not know why they have them

You can talk too much?
That is my experience

There is not one story told
That had one side

But the same week they expelled a rule breaker
We quoted Paul extolling every dictate a Christian spirit

Those in charge enforce the rules they like
Children only want the rules they like enforced

People change history
History like a great ship hard to turn

Floating gardens of Lake texacoco
Hanging gardens of Babylon

Somethings were better
We lose answers as we find more

There is an event horizon to us
But we will be ok

Is the circular logic of creation
And why we have debate

Not fair
In the end complete

Down crooked paths made straight
All the blood washed off the street

Space Time

Uncertainty tainted in my mind
A mass distorts the shape of me
A deviation of my geometry
What we are moving through

Silly Experiments in Light

All the time travel available
One hundred twenty five years ago in front of me
With no decimal point no and
Fourth grade true and still

Given this value extracted from marrow
We all hold certain things dear
Or we are enemy

Silly little experiments in light ring in my ears
The lost generation did not volunteer
They did not see it coming
Reflected these whisper shouting warnings

Wild or ordered the garden has no end that we share
These words mark days and some I do not remember
The sun primarily for expression we hear

Geological Process

For the rock being thrown by the kids down the beach
What else is he but a geological process

Biological exuberant chasing shadows of mountains
Down the shore after his mother

October on the north shore is not always beach weather
Weathered this rock millennia

Once lost in cauldrons miles below
He finds them at his finger tips

As I do you

One Thing

One thing to keep going
The are no limit of things

Answers don't change only questions
Skin in the game even if you don't play

Nottingham Village

People didn't used to be just racist and wrong
They did things about it

Do you ever think about the freeway and what it cost?
what Do red lines mean to you

What is left after destruction is decay dis-array
They did not build up they tore apart

If you can't follow me follow yourself
Ask questions no one has answers to

Organically we always define our centers
In europe mostly there are fountains there

Centers have always been where power comes
What happened here 45 years ago was 450 there
Their destruction and the end of the first modern rebellions

The freeway destroyed this center
People need orientation and here there is little
This was a purposeful act and what they thought was wrong

Time solves more problems than we create
But it is long and could use your help

Bones

Our bones will be of little value
But some bones are more valuable than gold
Plus a million years there are so few
We are so many

Mostly there told pain and struggle
There is always work to do
Simple way to be
One of my favorite things to say
I had so much fun

Road

Reach to grasp what I have around me
Ordinarily there is more or less
An absence of fear graded to panic
Down the road was long

Find myself just right where I am
Who I am more than what I remember
 what I would do
But I like to think about things too

Focus on the solution and will problem disappear
Realize the steps you take move the mountain relative to you
Eager to be shown no more
Energy and Abundance will be

Long down the road we have together
And we'll be there too

Fit Trail

Going backwards isn't about seeing
But being balanced and you come to me dristi
Off the mat here in the real world found use

Station 9
Keep back straight and try
Station 10
Say maybe

Oceans

Of time of gravity of words we do not have
We can breathe in them all
And connect them with our breaths
Only thing present in those all
One thing to them all the same now

These are not only words they are to be swam in not through
We live in a world that gets so hot we can barely take it
And so cold we can cease
If it didn't get so hot would cold feel warm like the Cleveland spring
Or like the heat of summer

I imagine our scales mean little
My pain threshold is an equal mystery
Can I hold my breath longer am I underwater
Doesn't feel so long until you see it is
don't see the attraction of eternal life
There are things I don't understand
Some of those I hope never to

There is no ocean of money
Yet there people swim
As if illusion contained as a part reality

Weeds and Flowers

There is a fire in the heart of life

One thing that will consume you

Simple to put into words because they don't mean enough

Strategies you find is what is about some weeds prefer to be picked

Seeds strewn to the wind what is domesticated brings shadows

We compete for them where they would not have won

Flowers the fruit what sustains us

Lost in the weeds was not an expression I thought I would need to explain

Wasn't sure what the words were I could only feel what I meant

What is your defenition of illegal?

Language changes every day

In our garden we break ground and plant a flower

Weeds grow in our rows

To the monarch one weed is all they want

Leaner times are defined by easy days

Or they would not be so hard

This milk weed must have loved us

A butterfly affect direct

We find ourselves on opposite sides

Dangerous because there is no need for GMO

There are no flowers without weeds

Getting dirty is healthy

Seperation isn't possible

Illusions are fantasy are passing

There are moments that create life

Time that is alive

This is about love how it will lead you here

Of a weed or flower or fruit or seed

There is a circular logic defined to be insufficient 

There are two sides to a whole

Strategies you find is what we are all about

Domesticated believing or own myths

Not everything can always get better

Not everything was worse

Washing Tons

Externalities are not like infinities to be canceled
O that they were
The math has been done and we are not close to sustainable
Each dollar made sows uncertainty in the future
The accountants know and not surprisingly no one listens

I've worked their holiday parties and saw no one
These fascinating numbers abstract to our world
Not cut off but only a small attachment
Worlds dividing worlds colliding can be ignored to a point
They could be wrong yet no others will offer any answer

What would you do?  Your laundry?
The bread of life is for the weeds and the flowers

Ubber Betty

There is an internal short hand
That only has one context
Not everybody defines left and right
We can live like cardinals
Aligned magnetically or photographically
In some way

There are no extra words
That meaning encapsulated emancipated
Not for any others understanding
Expressed like gentle rain again to the sea
A physical geographical eventuality

What can be understood is yours
What I express is mine
How I think to which words I say
Written here I have no concern
Actually mostly complete in my task

There are these large accomplishments in life that can't be shared
They can be poetry
And how she moved what it expressed to me
What I understand is mine
What she is hers

Love in the verb sense
Done did gone

Words with Friends

I wonder who knows me best
A mathematical question
Facebook knows when I am smitten
Not such a kitten of a word when you consider the root

To smote; to be destroyed
Words with friends knows something of me
The combinations and the ones I see
A deep calculus of we

Google more information find more questions
To know you know nothing
Why would you fear what they suppose they do
Shadows and whispers of the future they know not

Entombed entwined enthralled in gravity
Smitten by geography
Struck with biology

Most things will not continue in their current form
This is not something we know it is what we live
Somethings will
This is not the things we know it is the things we love

Such a gradient I have found in nothing else I do
The capacity nuanced levels
Loved ones in their niche and
They are numberless

And this wonder dies
Constructed in seven letter words
Their quantity is of one finite quality
Wonders are numberless

Science finds canceling infinities constructive
Criticism of the day measured by the way
As we find new answers we must reemerge
What we have submerged

There are more of we
Infinities coincide you know more
Best sure but which

Erie

She is not always full of rage and waves
Frozen in tracks the wind sculpts
Glass upon this night
A big dipper light years to fill

Erie is not so grand
There are no formalities betrayed
Perfect days upon her majesty
How we are not costal people is not clear to me

No To Poll Taxes

We are like the deer
They really see almost nothing
Yet I have seen forty deer run full speed  through a thick wood with no sound
What are they looking at
Or with what?

Why is euclid beach important to me
Why isn't it more important to you
The safety patrol asked me today if I liked it
They pushed half the beach in the water
Someone thought sand would be better to swim on
No one really cared

Funny seems to be more people swimming
Or perhaps it is because we are confined so
I told the safety patrol I didn't like it
The sand would soon enough be gone to mentor
No one sees this as a transfer of wealth
Misdirection I look through

Erie for such a great lake is shallow and choppy
These waves do not ignore ignorance and see with no eyes
Like the deer somehow but
Not like mammal sight so change blind
The waves have voted euclid beach you lose half your treasure

Summer is becoming enjoyable but our future not sustainable
Erie waters see different and show us their reality
Blooms do not bother her
A transfer of wealth like any poll tax poor to rich
Hardly stir her just a small place almost long forgotten

200 Words

Passing in fancy
There is not a way to do things but there is your way
These vehicles greater higher lower and most likely middle
The baby one for they were here first
Yours mystifying

As a frozen lake once in Denmark you remind me
She stood on the ice it held her well
There was only one question
Would it hold us both

Her English failed her when she needed it the most
He didn't really want to translate
Honestly I understood her
Not which ones which ways but knew her meaning

I left on a train that got on a boat didn't know they did that
This feeling reminds me of then

You have this way about you
Or this idea I hold
I can not fathom

Observations of a Diamond

We are connected in interesting innings
Three up still not down
Life brings important things to us
Entire worlds change everyday

Records are broken more often they are kept
Could have changed next week but it was last
Not much logic here beside some geometry
Only one more burden that creates this joy

Plays at first
A manifestation of perfection strength a safety
Home who's defenition destination desalination
A place we agree and share our goal run point

There are certain things I wait for
Being around your doing sweating while I dance
Kids should know it is the coaches fault
Define for me and tell me your childhood is over

If your not gonna make it put it on a line
Heading in the right direction more than half what I do
Extensions of me are we
Thirty six years later I hope my ride shows

Better with a direction detection dejection
In certain ways
My ride will show no one I know better
Relative eternities kids see a world and are funny

She what her who
Generations are moments apart
We create division dilution destitution
I can not strike out for you

Guess

one thing no one seems to notice is we are actually having a national conversation. I'm pretty sure you know what I am talking about.

as clear as the nose on my face; at the end of that war white people made peace.

Woodrow Wilson said it was a war about a forgotten conflict.  no one
remembers that speech.

it took till 2015 to get us all to the table so here we are

Their flag finally coming down
And a rainbow comes up

Most prose should not date itself but not all
There are things to be celebrated in this big enough universe

Can people be as angry as I am pleased
In this most unlikely of times progress comes along

This thief in the night
A giant leap for US

We can change the world everyday
This is the lesson to take from today
We mostly leave the world alone
Quantum damn was no longer there

Each drop of struggle won today and tomorrow will continue
Who ever you are today is a day to celebrate
Your opinion is a choice

Long Time

Our history is similar to our financial system
Focused on short term gains

A battle flag of a lost army was placed in 1962 a year before another died
People like to say they had the same secretaries name
New Births of freedom do not really happen
We eat our young

Our old do not remember that long
We do not really care

The genocide of my people is covered in the blood and bones of your and theirs
Call me what you will I know what I am
I will respond to almost anything
They asked me if I teach biology

There are left brained physics in these matters
Complimentary this other sense of place
Perceptions of what we should do not what is about
Context together one way

Sapphire

In her name are precious things just there
Possibilities upon possibilities
Male is more about defeat it is how we ruled
Always up again to find just one victory

Art of Tomorrow

Quantum realities of the day measured
Created in observation feelings that have no fault
Hope in me and doorways digested directed
I have passed through

There is a meaning feeling and look
Along with everything you bring
We may not comprehend but we breath one air
Lucky there is more

Today is not the question
Tomorrow is not the problem
Life finds bottle necks quite naturally
There is a world apart

Justice is not a need
Understand your want
Less lies
Ignorance ends
Expectations extrapolations extensions

These are not my ways
An equation of time unbalanced
I will not make it
There is strength in me I have not met
You are a question of tomorrow;  today your not a problem

I see and it is
You see and we are
You see and it is
I see what we can be tomorrow
Art that doesn't have significance we were already done

they are territorial
Will not play along
They have already lost
Just not today
Art stands

Do we create what we love
this knack for unbalanced equations
I hug trees only because they hug me fill my lungs this breath of life
What some call the soul
Bared?  Not quite

They don't know what they are taking about
I feel different than anyone has said
There is something to see
Others see things
I feel therefore I think I know something

Justice is not a weed
Understand what is beautiful
Less truth will not do
Instinctive intuitive
Elusive egocentric

You may not see certain words
Some feelings are wrong
Certain things belong together
And too often find themselves strangers
We are like that; art of tomorrow

More In Than Out

Out there other universes are speculated
In here I have proved them and traveled them well

There are questions I don't ask inside
The horizon never stops me I can see and be beyond

Eight light minutes is a distance out I will never reach
Inside four light years back just now but the nearest star
What confines light out there does not me in here
I take on the appearance of math can't be proved to exist

Why did men start to shave
No one knows

More questions than answers
Larger still the number of wrong answers

She has an optimistic soul
Painting for this life time

Sometimes I must write
Beyond optimism I write to another life I see in here

Never would it occur to quote my prose to you
Here and now it comes from within goes out and is confined
Until it will break free as water and wind wear down the mountain
More above than below

Not always sure where I am going
Remember perhaps half of where I have been
The past surprises like the future
The best tears are happy and sad
She said going down the road

8 March

Biased I have always been there were more of them
Our world is wrong is what this day tells us
To this we offer flowers
Well intended to say something words fail to convey

Seven billion words are in one blossom
A single word love
Not complaining
Another year and more celebrate this day

Few care to understand why they picked this day
You have a better day ahead
Some know

There are things we should fix
Many are broken in ways that make no sense
8 marched out

For the same work the same  pay
This is what is written in our destiny
We are happy for the future makes sense
begins again today with you

Happy eighth March
And everything that means to you

Dark Corners

There are places she finds nowhere to go
Questions she has no answer or care for
Grinds and erodes itself away

Dark corners of her conversations she misses
Takes moment to wander her around up against a wall
Cornered and not concerned through her angles leaves

I find answers in relation to their questions
Deception is just one strategy and more illusion
The world cracks open of its own accord watch

Dark corners have this light she looks not for
Nothing hidden
Most things she misses but finds sufficient sharp turns

Double images and strange corners

For Another World

I think to write more clear these details I experience
More cryptic I find these messages
This voice and conversation with you
Easier and more complex than I had meant it to be

The math works for here to there and back just fine
We see one way at a time
Perhaps alive in an ocean of massless gravitons a quantum fluid
That would make us soup in the latest theory

No start a surprise
No end our primary wish
I write for another reason than what reasons are taught to write
Not for this rather for another world

Inertia keeps spinning us around
For some why yet why not?
Time
Hope and love for something more than me

Holly

We walk from eternal moments all the time
Answers left behind as there seemed no resolution
How old are you?

We will know certain things grow certain ways
Become more specific with our words
This is still today she but down the road somewhere

I don't judge certain things very well have no idea what I saw
She seemed to find the middle of all I could see
Time comes from places we are unfamiliar

These moments we let go by
It was not what we saw
There is little we believe much more can be

Holly I did not believe
Christmas had long departed
I could not figure where she came from or how I came upon her

End Results

In the policy world there is a disconnect with the generations
Prose is not a form they are familiar much any more

 was a country once that was organized to have the government handle most things
Problems arose
 people changed the system through remarkable examples of personal courage

The country privatized and the efficient market handled more things than the government
Problems arose
We see patterns where there are none and ignore planks in our eyes

The problem isn't the system

When those pilots dropped bombs around us in Serbia none of them had to
Every single one fell

Generations mingle through institutional memory dies
We forget as we learn

Public policy is the only vehicle to get a community to communicate across time honestly
As it happens this is the primary node of corruption that makes money unsustainable

Implementation flawed not structure
Life has diversified into complex me and you

The universe needed life to battle entropy
 was afraid to die

Public policy end results should internalize externalities
Nothing else can and this is no secret

Manna

Abundance is evident in every thing you know

Where you do not see it you are looking wrong

Ethiopian Colonization

When you ask google it doesn't have much to say.  Says first that Ethiopia was never colonized by a european power, because that is most likely what i am talking about.  It was a term these women used to describe their first days of work in America.  We worked a long time together talking once a week for more than a year.  I didn't have any idea how it would work out and somehow then it didn't stop me from trying.

My first day I was excited.  I'm always excited first days.  Put at a desk with the office policies read I really had absolutely nothing to do.  It took me a quarter of the morning to realize no one was going to come tell me what to do.  So I did what I normally do looked for information.  With some effort I created a list of my clients.

A year later they were driving and would come to my work and yell at me about Ethiopian colonization. Couple weeks it lasted till their first paycheck arrived.  I figured they had no one to yell at and it helped.  To me that it ended so quickly showed that it didn't hurt.

This is a long story.  Perhaps this would be in the forward.  Better dedication I never read introductions., but I like the title.

Betty

Never shy with an opinion yet ready to be wrong
She didn't always know when she was
You don't know all the things you do
Some we all see and hers many responded to

She was of her generation
walked many crooked roads and saw some straightened
She took a stand and she was known and celebrated
Today one more

She loved to be in charge
Never wanted to follow
I didn't understand her completely
But she showed up everyday

What could be said
It has been many years
What could not be said
More than we have words here

She was several people in my life
And even more in her's
A living bridge for so long
Some places we can no longer get

This we mourn as we did with her
And will gather closer all together one fine day

Resolution

First impressions sometimes are correct
Sometimes you know what you are talking about
Certain ways you read the wrong things
There is a reason we have talked playoffs so many years

In the business of making many worlds one
The point is often missed
We marvel at the possibility of a multiple universe
It is just the definition of one or is

Any universe one or two or more would be a marvel
Comprehending their boundaries your primary mission
Where it is that you belong
How it is that you go about you life

How you can end up in the wrong place
And still find the right time
They send you further down the road
Ideas that become who you are

Resolute and ready to learn
To know what you saw
To believe what you heard
To live what you have wanted if only a moment

That it could be more
Is my resolution