Pearly Gates Toll

Ass, grass, or gas, nobody rides for free.
No such thing as a free lunch.
Ass, grass, or gas, nobody eats for free.
Eat in.
Eat out.
Take out.
Take it in. All the way in.
It's a sin.
Ass, gas, or grass, nobody gets through the pearly gates for free.

Their

Their hands, held

Their hopes, high

Their sins, confessed

Their fears, addressed

Their time, ticking

Their baby, kicking

Their sleep, missing

Their lives, tipping

Their fate, changing

Their roots, burrowing

Their familiarity, contemptible

Their parting, sweet sorrow

Their herd, incomplete

Their age, replete

Their regrets, lost in a busy day full of life’s little chores

Ever Thus

Burning the sea,

Roiling the ground

Burning down the night, upside down

Rise, rise and deliver us

Ever thus

To deadbeats
Lebowski

Like An Anchor

I was only a tot when the boat left shore

Probably no more than four

In the beginning the storms were fun

For when they passed, serene idle, and sun

Later the turbulence carried meaning and depth

Though there were unbridled joys, I too often wept

In that boat, in the sea, I thought I would become a man, become me

But the more I questioned, the less I knew, even though I was free

Youth is cursed, it’s not moored, constant falling

Scanning the ever changing water for a fixed calling

Flux, in flux, this body, this boat, this thinking

Up and down up and down, could be traded for one motion, sinking

Make it up if I must, attach I will, in one place, roots I need, for sure

This yearning is still, motionless, like an anchor

Haiku Blue

Haikus…for you

The branch can hold you
reach, extend, clutch, and grab it
are you not support…

The wave can thrill you
the wave can spill you, scathe you
will you ride the wave

You cogitate lots
lots aren’t as cogent as should
quality counts more

Belief matters, truth
does not, in the least, matter
believe in the truth

Fidelity, poor
investments in you, and me
return, gain, questioned

The mooring is lose
the mooring was in the storm
we, you, me, the storm

Doubts, doubting, in doubt
are you certain, without doubt
learn more you cannot

Darkness won, less light
substitute, feign if you must
for truth matters not

Break the cycle, NOW!
you, stop being you, break it
snap it over you

In our midst, fog, smoke
confusing, choking, circling
among, within, fog

Broken, beleaguered
split, tattered, shattered, I quit
won you have, lost I

Someone help, me, please
though mute am I, call to you
hear me, help me, me

An inane life, lived
meaningless, halved, bare, pure, sought
your essence, lived, LIVED!

Myths runs deep, rites too
nihilism = opponent
different ≠ better

3:49, time
measured, split, counted, alas
more more, I. want. More.

In this umwelt, you
reside, die, fight, rise, birth, man
because you can, will…

Forget, forgotten
physiology damaged
soul of you, local

Human, all too Hume…
David, ought from is, cannot get
morality, dead

Depressing I know
these haikus, a side, they show
honest to a fault

The Fulcrum

Fear       you’ve never felt before                              but not for you                 in a sense

For another

For another future for another potential for another life for another dream

That disrupts your dream

Fitfully awakens you from slumber

Gnaws in the recesses of the present

Looming behind, peering out

“Is something wrong?”

Who’s to say?

You are to say

And therein

Lies

The fulcrum