Rather

Long before there were any years counted
Things were there to be seen
You might think the sunset not so colorful

The dirtier your air the better your sunset
Volcanoes rarely work overtime
Man, we clock in and go everyday on schedule

This time of year you witnessed the sun stop
Then you saw the sun turn around
Probably why we started counting

Imagine a plain naturally pointing there
Some geologic function defining the turning point
When you know why you see how

Imagine you were the first to ask the question
Understand we still have no answer
Always been a good time to celebrate

We live by the calendar on our wall
They lived by the one in the sky
What would you rather

Peace and joy
There are seasons here
Many more reasons here

Noise

There should be more noise
Life is able too do all things but explain itself
Almost there at times it seems

I know about me
My memories are more than high Fidelity
They are me

All or nothing my design
There are mechanisms we ignore
More than simple

Anesthesia is an art
The most everyday thing we have little understanding
We are trail by error

We should test reality
Findings are from where we look
Most we miss

There is nothing fair
This is the Justice of the cosmos
We shouldn't exist

Leaner

I was a leaner
Always had more strength than I needed
Told myself stories missed most of what was going on
I was young that's what you do

Now I wonder if it was my nature
Or that I had my whole life someone strong enough to lean on

Seventy

I don't know anyone  without a problem
Never met someone happier than me
Was never good with boundaries
I have met people like me

I am gullable and naive
Never met someone more curious than me
Not as good a listener as an asker of questions
I have met people that are not interested

Why think what would Jesus do
We know what Jesus did
Things seem clear
The human heart is flawed

You can do nothing alone
If your not organized what are you
The same pen that speaks of majesty
The same pen that curses

Can your God build more than one universe
Think of 1918 or 1981
Imagine how they will think of us in 2118
Imagine your family

I don't think God could build just one
How would you go about it
Have argued the universe an ocean making machine
Some interesting scum upon the afternoon

Why would God take short cuts
Probably wouldn't
Doesn't seem like a long way to me

Whim

Warm hot intergalactic medium
Something seen signals stabilized
Amplified is what we do with them

I imagine we could sled those tendrils of gas connecting the galaxies
What is snow but a medium

Pocket Full of Sand

prologue

"It's hard to write a book."  Maybe it was hearing it out loud.  It wasn't the type of thing you heard out loud.  I never read prologues unless I like the book and then I like to linger.  I do this with people as well.  My brain won' remember names till the third time I hear.  Our name something of a prologue.  It is a word you become more comfortable spelling.  The book club was unique.

"Who writes a book."  Or had I thought that as I backed up.  What we cannot express is what inspires.  The more you get to know anything the more you see the dark side.  The difficulty in winning a political debate lies in making a person value differently.  Could say it is impossible if we had used up all the words.  Each more than themselves.  Thing about words is they come in certain orders that contain infinity.  Complex math discovered or invented does solve complex problems. 

1.

When I was young I was in a big hurry to get somewhere.  I found myself sitting on a beach along the Adriatic.   I had a pocket full of sand.   Didn't want to go anywhere more.   Big part of me never did.   When you know more than one language you start to realize thinking is really translating.   My friend Vlada came to the center said he was dreaming in English.   I still smile.   Something somewhere.   I have always known what I want to write about.  I have always know what I owe.

The funny thing is I know the words as well.   Held the book in my hands I have not written.   I don't have a time machine I am one.   You have a better theory of sleep.   How life motivates simple time travel.   Spiders fly on magnetic fields.   We just figured that out.   Sometimes it is good to date your writing.   Suppose we will find out new surprising things.  The truth is we haven't even imagined the best super powers.

We have only guesses of what makes up most of our universe.  Any scientist will tell you that.   Seems to have come from nothing.   Even room to be created from nothing.   So large that perhaps everything must happen.   That some fun math.  A lottery so old every number has won.   Really better than that,  because there are only so many possible things to occur.   A logical logistical reality.

The language they are in are me.   Thinking in other languages awake you start to feel it isn't hard to translate because that is what you mostly do.   Jack Kerouac didn't like to translate he wanted the open vien.  Other side of this coin.   He wanted to write at once and be done.   Out was their idea of modern.   Got me out on the road. 

Makes me feel better to know the words are not inadequate it is their translation.   I keep writing about the same thing my idea of modern.   We have no excuses for ignorance.  Plenty still here and I look to go back there.   I remember the beach the most.

2.

There should be more noise.  Whatever you are doing the best scientists are hard pressed to explain.  Does not mean that we can not know.  More than often we don't want to know.  We close our mind.  We find limitations in our understanding an obstacle.   Should be our motivation. 

There is a mechanical wave that goes with our never impulses. Dismissed, think for a second.  They say there should be more noise.  They understand electronics.  They forget that we are not.  Remember something.  Beat a drum.  Clockwork people.

All or nothing design.  Why we can't put our thoughts away.  We often find ourselves missing the small or the large.  Global climate change easy to understand along with the solutions.  How to make people care we stumble.  We believe we understand the smallest details of the never cell firing.  We have zero understanding where consciousness sits. 

I pulled the church bell ninety seven times today.  Each time that cord pulled bell rung.  Where could there be a cord.  The boringest place in biology: the cell membrane.  Only really remember being told we animals had lost our wall.  Maybe why the plants aren't so impulsive.  There is not much noise. 

I remember life for a long time as one argument.  The only noise we have we create.  Along the cord we pull ourselves.  I smell Zippo now as any day then pulls a cord of my Grandma.  There is no noise.  More then electronic we are work.  More than both.  The only reason we remember so much is because we can.

3.

Ship at See

There is more universe than anyone could need
Extravagant luxurious bountiful
A quality from quantity
There are many solar systems
No news good the best easy to ignore

Boundless extremist expansive not expensive
Welkin welcome as end a beginning souls be
In one hundred simulations a narrow gate ahead
We have linguistic memory cow beef pig pork
Posh or bourgeoisie

The information age
We have lost more than we will ever have
We collect data that piles up
Where you are from is either a question of faith
Or you don't really know

We know we are in this together
We know what science teaches compassion
We know what religion teaches compassion
Spooky action at a distance
That is a scientific term

The basic questions we may not find relevant
They are already there
Why science teaches compassion
Why religion teaches compassion

A ship at sea with no tolerance for the environment will not survive
The word better if you like pick others there are many
Pity sympathy concern fellow feeling
Vocabulary not as important as the design of your hypothesis
Old French again perhaps

Religion heal yourself the fancy of the court
But we concede that they surely talk of compassion
Which word we can leave behind for which kind
They both talk of a verb circumstance that leads to action

This poem is more personal
This is what science teaches me compassion
This is what religion teaches me compassion
This is how I feel
        a ship at see curious

Intentions

More powerful than you think
They there in a moment set
They make gem stones and dirt
They have no garbage

28,600 years ago they didn't have garbage they couldn't afford it
28,600,000 British pounds Burberry destroys last year
And we claim scarcity
They say they reclaim the energy
We rich have mostly garbage

Diamonds only value to me is the people it has killed in wars
Don't want 1

1000 years if we make it living off our land fills
Land was always full we only deplete it
Why maybe we aren't animals any more
They smart enough to focus only on the future
A natural selection

Thing is if we disappear we will know we were a bad choice
For now we can only hope
The evidence unsuporting
With one selection a gem set
We don't even have a definition for end

The Idea of People

Moving a million miles per hour doesn't seem strange
Fluid traveling three miles an hour makes you smile more astounding
Been around longer than most
No one has an idea of people

What it is we are doing at a million miles an hour
How we stand and walk and stay mostly together
Pieces of everything is pieces of us
We search for boundaries where there are none

You have more bacterial cells you carry than human
This is what makes people possible moving a million miles per hour
Three hundred miles an hour your smile becomes important to me
I recognize some people more than others deeper in the file

That there is a reason there is no doubt
Outside and inside like parallel universes of almost no relation
We have limited means to express the unlimited inside of us
We start with our own idea of people

You are a flora
Of a particular region,  habitat, and geological period
Given enough time would there have been one type of dinosaur?
There is one type of us

What we see as natural is the least natural thing about us
Why would there be more galaxies than we can count
Because there are more universes than we can count

They're made of the same things
They would recognize each other
Moving a million miles per hour doesn't seem strange
A system designed only for short term gain astounding

The story of people makes sense one way
That there are more people
The dinosaurs not making any new records
That they had enough time to think of planetary defense
They would have

We know better than we do anthropocene
They did as good as they knew mesozoic

The Morden World

So many people no one
Things didn't seem done
In the seventies we all knew we were going somewhere
Realizing leaded gas was a bad idea seems obvious
Seemed fine

We've come a long way
Things can seem done today
Great faiths agree on little
The dark heart of man a natural selection
We've won

We're super predators
Just need a question answered not searched
AlGore-rhythm unbreakable
Unsustainable super predators are only us
We make it sound like a category

Predation brought us here
We share a common ancestor with everything alive
In together we can go out now
When they meet jaguar and lion they see they belong
All those like us are gone I hear their tears in my genome

Too many people around here think we are special
That God will save us
That technology will save us
That they can not be one

We have a culture in the modern world
We believe things we can not know
Too many talk of eternal life and are sad at funerals
Too many still prey upon others

What if the world just needed you
A multiple variable problem
Seven point six billion now
The future is about small things
Jesus comes tomorrow great today we plan for the seventh generation

We have not even started
Taken as many steps back as forward
They said history was over
A new York attitude
They were wrong

They say we are postmodern a long time ago
Dark ages were brighter than some
A new arrangement of words needed to mean even less
Great battles will be fought with pen
We spill too much blood but even more ink

That started one time one place
We have this culture
Nothing comes after today
Tomorrow never arrives
It is modern and always will be for we have no good excuses left

Lobsters

There are biological reasons called equilibrium
No other hunts for trophies
We find ourselves in side out side
Neurobiology we share

Talk about how we are different
See how we are more
What time is it on Mars?
We know

Measured classified misunderstood
Reason to have something
Must
Or it is like us whimsical

Logical creations of crustaceans
We don't have to be
The chemical analysis is not to debate
Talk about how we are the same

Mostly able
More capable than compromising
When we see what we are
We can invite ourselves to be more

Your  deep dark intellectual web dishonest
We share chemistry with lobsters who have no want to be more
So you don't want to be more?
For all your work what good conclusion

That seem to tell you what you want to hear
Sounds very smart but it is stupid

Granny

Never far
It was a formal affair
Like Apple pie and baseball

There was a method
She was the party or it was her
Things could be a different way

A fan of baseball sees the potential
Even where no one else did
Everything a matter of time and in its place

Grandma

We only miss what is gone
Sit and think you see certain things a first time
It is hard to keep people together

We were all ways just together
I had come along late most of the stories older than me
They told them around her table seemed mostly at 3am

Figured you all had a grandma like mine
Thought we would all just be together forever
People leave and new ones come

There are less since she been gone
We are not drawn to each other by her anymore
It is the material difference to this new world

Different I guess
But you see we come together around each other
Keystones members of our families

Different I knew
Really something to see had it not just been everyday
Like getting ready for Christmas in January

Zenica Brown

1

They knew what to do.  They were children of war.   When you go to war you never arrive you just draw closer.   You live in war.   If you stay home sick from school they still have school every child learns.   You believe war is distant yet just there.   War rages like wild fire.

War never leaves you.   Long I had been able to ignore.   More people are confused than not.   Children of war learn costly lessons and they taught me.   We stood in the central hallway.  No one spoke.  They had spoke using a word that sounded like grenade.   They used it to describe something much larger.   The Third Corp had done something.

The night before we walked home from a party that could not end til curfew did.   We couldn't be loud but we could be together.   If you were out after six you were out till six in the morning.   A grenata fell on people in the streets one night in Tuzla.  We couldn't go out for a time.   Things had been much worse and before that things were rather nice.

We heard them in Dornji Vakuf; something was almost expected to arrive.   Zenica is one third city,  one third factory, and one third park. These shells fell where they did like a dice roll on the valley.   That day they seemed to hit the park.   It wasn't a great park as anyone from Zenica will tell you,  money all went to Sarajevo in 1984.  But now they could see stars and fish had returned to the river.   Things were getting better.

Week or two later at night same thing,  but they hit the factory.   The other volunteers gathered in my room.   I had been the longest.   As each fell I said I'm sure that was the last one.   Shelling is like the weather.   Nine this time across the balcony we could see the factory.   Seemed so far somehow and now close. Guns get hot, even when the soldier gets no rest the guns do, to cool. 

We a house of expats were the children.   It was how we were helpful.  We saw things like children.  This should be easy to fix.  

2

Things are seen from different points of view.   My friend told me a story of how he got a job guarding a British base in Bosnia.   Him and some friends who had been brought on the base to gaurd fuel that was being stolen.   They gave them a gaurd house with sky satellite television and all the modern convienence of the NATO forces.   This was like being in another dimension and suddenly returning to glimpse where you came from.   It was as joyous a story.  They were in shock they could not do the job.   They had a night to remember.

Later that night a British contractor told a story how his fuel was stolen at the same base the same night.   Those guards got in trouble.  Years with no electricity.   That contractor in his own shock.   These worthless guards and ruthless thieves he described this terror.  

It was not easy to figure out they were talking about the same night.   Harder still to write a story of them both.   Polarized I don't think they saw each other as they passed.   I feel it is a funny story like most in Bosnia .

11

Things get worse and no one is ever prepared for that

7

Some of the best things in the bad times

95

Dimensions

There is a line a plane a cube
There is time
Angles lead to different perceptions
Mathematically

I don't always have anything to say
If you ask me I will tell you
Perhaps I should not I will never know
I open up and then I see

People see things different
You say there is no evidence of more than three dimensions
I almost wonder if we each live in our own

Here We Go

I remember she said she wanted me to hold her
A bad tense told me what I had no idea

We have different years on our calenders
No place to start from each their own accord

I do not see what you see
The only thing i can assure you

And here we go around again the sun
I'm not going to make it that far geologically

Slowing down is not a bad thing
Still a worrisome trend for some sure

Why would it not be complicated
How could you be free

There is that I can not tell you
A joyous way to live

You just need to find joy