Useless Skills

Less is more this we have always know
More connection brings only difficulty
Tasks get in line take their order
Or they lose focus

Remembering your dreams include these waking parts of us
The ones which you could easily confuse
Life can be good

This poem is about other things
Ones that no one mines

When I See You

There is something that I would like to tell you that I am unable
It is not questions I have for I know the words
You experience more than you explain

Somethings need each other
Fire find warm
Ice leave cold

There are not sufficient ideas yet
Yours are needed
Mine what you give

There is something that I would like to tell you that I am unable
It is ok to want nothing
Even when you have all

Somethings need each other

Double Images and Strange Corners

We see things in our own way and meet in these places
What I look upon I soak in and takes possession
I watch only variations upon a theme
Life crawls in corners and makes itself warm

Images and these desires for what might be
Yet contentment for what will
These should not contradict
There is something wrong in your math if they do

Mine is far off yet still can be counted upon
Do you have enough to stand
There is more lost than I have
More than needed one day on the beach

I was there no one else came the looking
There is this element and dimension and friend
Very mathematical and alive
Places I have not been there are also

In this tapestry I find me
And nothing foreign

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