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nothing is and was
the cause of Everything;
seek the reason Why

npwm, #1 #1

no,
no, don't worry about it
yes, you're fine.
it's great.
what you're doing is,
in fact,
wonderful.

it's me that's "wrong,"
my inhibitions
spawning discomfort
as i observe your freedom.

teach me
you do by being.

you are beautiful, and
the unhindered flow
of life through you
is something i cherish -

when i'm not making sure that no one else is looking.

npwm, #2 #1

this.



that...

these,
those.

but all there is is this
until this imagines that
and then chooses these
over those

how can it be
that what i choose
is disharmony?

when, in order for the absence
of peace to be felt
peace must be known
and well

peace?
peaaaaaaaaaace?
where are you peaaace?

i look this way and that,
peering into the distance
of a lifetime

oh!
there you are...
you were behind me all along.

npwm, #4 #1

your reaction is
what you felt you needed
to feel in response
to this stimuli

i provide for you
the raw materials

you sculpt them
into your reality

is it real?
more real than mine?
are you alright?
can we still be fine?

regardless
of what comes to pass
and that which preceded
it's fine if you'll let it be

i'll be here
remaining true
i won't reject
your thoughts or you

take me as i am
as i take you as you are

fucked up and lovely

breathing fire and life

awake or dreaming

stuttering through
"reality"
never shared.

it's so much darker here
on the east coast
than it is lighter there
in the west

or am i mistaken?

npwm, #5 #1

sitting here as
the black car drives round
as the crow swoops down
from rooftop to tree branch

b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-waaaaaaaaa
motorcycle's echo in the distance
the distance drifting towards me

and what do i have?
besides this seat upon which i'm sitting
and this head filled
with thoughts i'm thinking
and this mind so full of space

and time

where am i?
ca-caw, caw, caw
and whatever that sound is
that'll never make it to text
or from words into a mind,
whole as it was in my ears

what carry these flimsy vessels
filled with emptiness
filled with that
which it is figured should be

does it follow the crows?
they're gone now.
did the idea drift away
on some breeze similar to that
which they have sailed away upon?

where does realization rest?
are its rations "on the house?"
a little bit of lagniappe
for this blind hermit
peddling the best and worst of things

to the best and worst of me.

back to reality,
this more persistent dream.

npwm, #6 #1

pity the poets'
souls trapped in flesh and mind's
eternal ascent



our words "love" and "God"
obscure the true Truth behind -
cosmic unity

npwm, #9 #1

so,
apparently to-
day
i feel like pre-
facing statements
with a "so,"


so, i'll sow "so" -

sew "so" on-
to the fabric of

what i say today -

because i say "so,"
be-
cause
i say so.


i can be a cautionary tale!



so please don't fall victim to
that narrow so narrow -

your own stupid brain.


- but especially -
- so, especially -
- (so especially) -
- so, so especially don't
fall into the narrower
masquerading
as smarter.


he'll
replace windows with mirrors
and keep
you focused for a lifetime.

npwm, #11 #1

ideas, thoughts
decay
become soil

feed new generations
of ideas, thoughts

seemingly related,
seemingly unrelated,
all from same place

in same space

One



thoughts, like trees.
people, like trees.
generations, like trees.

trees, like trees.

seemingly unrelated.
all from from.



thoughts like clay,
moulded into ideas


children like clay,
moulded into monsters

moulded already broken

broken to break

continue breaking,
unless braking,
changing


decay;
feed life,
fed poison


children like clay,
nurtured
to nurture

sow love,

life


decays, feeds life


people are children -
always children,
sometimes denying.

always, though,
a child when dying

npwm, #3 #1

imagine would you
original sin was but
the first question thought



what has been named
was not and will never be
that which satisfies

a double-edged sword
and they're both pointed toward

my mind's deploying chaff and flares
trying to dodge this one

i gotta say to that: good call, man.

tender girl and her closet breakdown
the act now over

steely visage now replaced
with tear streaked face

silly man.



or something like that



once again,
just a silly man

appreciate

what's not
what is
not
what is

altitude

so, i'm flying up here

in the stratosphere - and wondering -

why don't they join me?

i'm cruising throughout

pure potential about -

why don't they join me?

so, times go by

and i no longer want to fly

just pining to crash

amongst them.

then, i notice this Guy,

the way he strolls on by

like he's apart from the mass;

i loathe him.

who is this dipshit?

oblivious to them all

regarding them each.

what's Earth, the big Ball? -

his damned own beach?

i dislike him.

but i'm curious.

moving amongst the crowd,

neither quiet nor loud -

conspicuously nondescript.

like he's one with it.

who is this cat?

he's peace-filled and chill,

receiving, rendering no ill -

like he knows all about

what I see.

who is this - !

It's Me! It's what I see them see,

strolling about the mundanity

though I see a swath so, so broad

oh my god!

o' my lord!

a Realization sets in

and

i see my beloved kin

flying the same skies as me,

only

- to me, invisibly.

i'm thrilled - what fun!

do they know they're up here, too?

if it's true

and they do

how do i go about

getting through?

wait! what about my views?

what? - they're not profaning me?

oh, i don't know how to take this news;

we each are just what I see?

it's all Zen,

not hypocrisy;

it's all what i'm within,

but me.

take my hand, and realize where you are

flying here where freedom comes free

sharing love, allowing all to be

just what it is that each and all are

let go and arrive at this place so far from far

freefall and become

what is to come

when your body sets you free

and you can finally join we

become the ineffable

and Be.

where all there is,

is Me.

I'm replacing the videos

with renditions recorded after I improved the performance of my microphone. I'll hang on to the originals. If there's something you'd like, request it - I'll sift through all of the e-mails I'm bombarded with as a result of publishing this web log; I'm confident that will not pose a challenge.

Yes, I know the microphone/operator sucks.

But these recordings are the first time these poems have been spoken aloud, and I value that aspect more than I dislike the popping and other flaws. Just as these poems weren't written to be shared. Those poems to come in time will be the products of a more matured, deliberate poetic style; and those videos to come will be the products of a more experienced operator (and maybe, even, better hardware). I enjoy the roughness; I enjoy it more so because I know it will pass, likely never to return. Clumsiness is beautiful when it's regarded as passing in its passing; one might see value in anything singular.

15 Words

pulchritude, a need -

beleif believably portrayed;

a portrayal believed -

as those axioms

intolerance and greed

--------------------------

Punctual at birth

and ever slowing down

how do I expect to die on time?

--------------------------

Feel not, by brevity,

granted liberty for levity.

Each merits more than you've to give.

--------------------------

I encountered my soul,

all of existence and love within.

Then my lunch break ended.

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Reason seeks. Words fail.

Where to turn, now

there's no turning back.

Blessed with mortality.

--------------------------

Moment by Moment -

though there is only one -

lets pretend there are

more important things.

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Again with these eyes -

a puppy's seeking you

and reminiscing about

time spent as roadkill.

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Solutions,

Avoidable.

Visit

Everywhere.

Meet

Everyone.

Neglect,

Omit,

Worthy

Pursuits.

Leave

Everything

Also

Silently

Ending.

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We are so much more beautiful than our bodies,

even if they are pressed together.

for the slam

yeah, so it's open mic
tonight;

i chose the title
before
i began to write,
and i refuse to correct
that for your sake -

for your sake,
i refuse to be correct.


i've yet to do this,
to be in front of whoever
is in front of me
and dance linguistically

in a pattern
i hope
resembles poetry.


you slammers,
you onlookers,
you like and unlike me:

will i ever get it across?
my soul screams
through my eyes
so desperately.

i am you.
i love you.
stop hating me.

you are me,
i do see what
our soul
cries through you

whispers through you
damns through you
blesses through you

oh!
So poignantly!


we share our role
as products of
this system
we create and sustain.

we share this role as mountains ground to pebbles ground to sand compressed into sheets compressed into rocks melted thrust up - into mountains

we share this role as mountains
ground to pebbles
ground to sand
compressed into sheets
compressed into rocks
melted
thrust up -
into mountains

amongst mountains

you see me see you see me.
introduce your self to(o)
my self
i'm not kidding;
i'm me.
am you.
are me.

it's not over
we're the ones
robbing fate

of promise
of possibility.

and i won't say a word,
because this is
a safe way to be -
not copping out,
just available
for you to see
it is through me
you'll find the wilderness

of your very own Self.

comfort pure

I am not salvation -
you should not seek that in me.

I am respite,
if you choose to let this be -
an oasis,
peaceful camaraderie;

I will not push you away
or cling desperately.

I will let you be
whatever it is that you are
as you share my company

my space
my body
my mind
my soul

I lie at your disposal.
I am yours as I am mine.

Probe my thoughts,
seek what you may.
Inquire as you wish
if it keeps the doubt at bay.

I've no agenda,
no desire for more
than what we are now sharing -
friendship
each other

comfort pure.

Sometimes,

I'm just sorry that it's all already done.

For now, I know that this is the only way it all gets done.

Each moment must be experienced.

Every moment must be experienced.

I am doing my part, being my part.

Before the end, I will have been all.

I will be all.

Don't thank me;

thank my country.
Don't thank my country;
thank humanity.
Don't thank humanity;
thank the earth.
Don't thank the earth;
thank evolution.
Don't thank evolution;
thank the sun.
Don't thank the sun;
thank our galaxy.
Don't thank our galaxy;
thank the universe.
Don't thank the universe;
thank dimensionality.
Don't thank dimensionality;
thank nothing for everything.


For starting it all, for ending it all, for providing the flesh of all that lies between.


Don't hate me;
...

Who will know?

This is me,
behind the sea,
the eyes
you do not see,

the depth you cannot fathom,
the burden you can not bear -
sustaining understanding
of an instance so rare.

Chagrin.
To have found what was sought,
and for it not to be
the she
I'd expected.

Now pregnant with knowing, I
determinedly await her arrival.
Please,
meet me here in this void,
on this canvas of creation.

Admittedly, there may be no she;
still, that is the allure she has for me.