When one ses when, when relax

Said it zen, purest flax, resembles dozens of dreams of stardust
so held it prophet as close to last when dust to dust let life relax
which called it crawl to flopping when life grew from mud to hold
where toiled the search for fruits of toil and trouble in sludge and bubble
and gone, forgot, procession of quickened searched-in soil
so polit- and homin- and prolet- and bourg- and salt and water engorged
when stars mist, life's long coil, whose serpent consumed times tail
from molten rock and mineral ore on mossy material broil even gentle
to combust to mud a cooperative spell to brutally and savagely push peril
to unleash a priest upon a soldier to push for change to grow to conquer
so Lincoln and Lucy and Achilles and Ogres that title and frighten first
persist to unlock our potential to take in Earth to constant star-ward burst
so you uncharm your previous post and spit in the soil with us
your ashes unlock the key to the most when stillness remains at your worst

Value Criterion

Slow food is better than fast food.
Comedy cries like tragedy.
Hope rejects the misanthrope.
Skies precede horizons.
Ideas ardently ill forgot.
Episodes of circular plots.
Five to listen, One to Speak.
Six is free to fallen.
Hell unfolds the questions.
Solace answers seek.
Silent answer found.
Courage laughed it out.
Handsome hawks on up.
Pride confuses primates.
Shame the soul electric.
Fields all magnetic.
Pinches one man's static.
Angle try the signal.
Phosphorous it giggles.
music magic squiggles.

Opening Boxes Wearing Socks

A tree turned ice is bright as any sight to see
it lives and climbs despite its height and this icy travesty
to be all locked up but still to imagine someone else can see
such a rose by other fame that one as me could see the same

Breath knows home, isn't visible in walls
walls know where to stop where views hear bells
windows stare transparent where icicles meet eyeballs
where each center sphere projects didactic scars and years

The friendship folly forgiveness trolleys
that make madness sour and age taste salty
acquired a share in my inheritance boughs of holly
I vow not dare, sink to stare, clink the cage, and smile at sully

From a smirk a grin a penny earned
one day you own it from laugh to end
the ropes knot end from pulling up from lessons learned
accounts uplift this hope, and so you helped me climb my rope

Goodbye King Henry

When I drew a red card and saw the black and white beard smiling from my hand
I never could have seen the day I threw that card away
I never saw a brand, just a hand, so it was easier to speak than say

As I said I saw, I knew a better spot to be in, better drawing with a pencil
so penned and hemmed and paper made
with water drawn from purest to me, filter tree green gladed source

I found through tears a moping year, ho-humming inward breaths
I missed a fan of former places
where friends of foes of falling bawling hopes rewarded

Where folded lain in silent satin whose parents are afraid
they've nothing known but rituals thrown
results for sadness from lack of progress from harms unwanted

where speaking shone and hope cast line with thrones
precious gold weight anchor rings at sea
and sat in front of sheltered domes to see what kings and children see

Used to Use

We used to use human capital
but then we discovered
consumption
less was more
resources
scoured
used
source
re

We used to use hand tools
now we use
remarkable
tools
connect
connections

Sadded Winter

Well, up here the windows always icy or dewy on the inside, except where the dog prints up the window.
It feels like bed time around dinner time and the middle of the night in the middle of the morning.
Forecast is twenties, thirties, flurries, and one of these days we'll get a bumper-crop of dry powdery snow.
Then the snow lingers on to get dirty and driven over until the sun dominates the sky once again in March-ish break up - slush and puddles of ice.
My favorite was taking Buddy for a walk the other night, walking to the park (in the dark), and two guys are playing ice hockey in the outdoor ice hockey rink nearby.
Cold Halloween/Thanksgiving.

I expect less snow to be in the walkway and the drive-way this year, and I have some skis which had collected dust, but with any luck will be useful again.
I regret not having propped up those storage units behind the house, especially since the drifts will block it from opening all together one day soon.
That fast frost day will see the storage units become suspended time capsules where only cold sees the passing through.
Little movements stand out in what little light is left, but it is just as easy to relax when you see things as it is to hit attention like the dog is.
If you make too much noise you may miss the silence that can literally capture you for ages, yet the lease of the silence is the ice skate edge it has to turn on.
Cars still go by with people and things safely buried and air bagged on impact; what protection I need for their likes I have in my own community and networks - my net worth.

Unstopper some Strawberry essence if your innocent lips could still speak effervescently without regard to their mouthy gender, boy or girl, talkative the same.
A tree trunk of innocence stands in a forest, so said the trees, so say the woods, so sing the birds, and so write the shepherds.
Crawled on all fours ever? extinguishing the collected wisdom which failed so often that you never spoke of it to anyone? How does crawling treat you? A child?
I grew old, grew elbows, grew greedy or agnostic, grew sarcastic with irony and hyperbole and in effigy of my purgatory.
I crawled harder to crying on adverse elbows still trying to learn language for paperwork I couldn't just cheat at like everyone I didn't know must have been doing.
Unstop it.
Readopt.

No Chorus

When Maybe life's not worth it after all
constructions looming larger where-with-all
company uplifts, it ought to, debits
your account, by yourself feels like credits
friends help you hit the wall tall eye on the ball,
then time slows and stalls, in the bar past last call
short shrift your thrift for health, deny yourself
be a parent to your gift to get well.
closed ears hears the source, the self-course enforce
open mind heeds confidence, open source chores
dick around long enough, you'll see the doors
outside your mind-frame letting go, to and towards.

the only way for meek truth emerging
is building lore and folk out-surviving
those in the earth riff with history
they stay to streets cause shelter is silly
once everything's balanced part mirror or stare
spin n' trajectory accounted infinity bare
then reality evolves, new wood to skin and snare.
binary, that micro-probability fleshed out
crossed by hexadecimal flat out
powered in chances to stick to the earth
over time, tied to trend, in hope of mirth
so, we began weeping over the value of it all.

One of the ways they do it is building
empty spaces where you shouldn't be emptying
so whether you accept loss as a stump
or scream mad forever to not be their chump
fake leaders can take any easy way
true jewels are still hardest in their ways.
art is motivated expressions vectoring
salient songs of many forms
transcribing our lives in every immeasurable way
where the chorus is oft concluded from the verse

so, we began weeping over the value of it all
and thinking maybe life's not worth it after all.
you recuse? it isn't hubris to refuse!
you're excused when you say I love myself
I'll hug this body whole, muttering hell
Fuck faith for former healers who failed
I'll wait and wail for fortune of future time
no choosing, no actions, no calm, only breath
I find faith that I've followed these footsteps
before, when I was lonelier, lost, bone cold,
yet I survived to today through choice of this:
faith that a hardest choice will make
every easy choice disappear
overgrown by protective foliage
and life chances
in the scorched clearing
will appear.