In our universe of unfolding multiplicities Where and when anything can happen and everything does With so many choices and chances confronted by these As well as so many other questions questioning through Our multiplying multifoliate realities We might fear how it might be as opposed to how it was
But how it was might not be how it is or it might be And we are only here and now no matter what we do Only this for this moment with no further guarantees
Yet nothing but possibility is nothing to fear For us here in the now of being now and being here And whether it is serendipity or the unseen Or likely the former in the service of the latter Here we are as we are now at the heart of the matter The meeting place of time and space on the point of the spear
We who have been and who will be On the point of the spear right now and right here Are those who are and one is me
Happy to be here as to be anywhere And it looks like this is the place Happy to be now as anytime I might Now when time intersects with space Where there are a lot of questions in the air And we hope things will turn out right
But things turn out right multifoliate ways Each of them worth being to see And where and when our imagination says Trick or treat as we go and grow Imagining down our nights and up our days Dreaming them we make them so
In the in between of never and always Remembered and yet waited for In the equipoise of nothing less and nothing more Right now right here on the point of the spear
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Mar 30, 2010, 12:37 pm
Simply Because
Big dogs are stepping out in the out of doors Large dogs on the town maybe one of them yours Trotting right along as graceful as you please Tippi tippi tip on tapered pointing feet Tails like banners bobbing brightly on the breeze Sniffing and sneezing should they happen to meet
And bark bark bark as they party in the park!
Those large dogs on those streets these big dogs on these All over the city stepping out tonight Out to taste the air of an evening in spring Smiling with their tongues out because it feels right Tippi tippi tip and a clicking of claws Toes tapping out happy-ever-aftering
And woof woof woof as they dance up on the roof!
All the big dogs from distinguished to funny Find a night like this to be too good to miss It might have something to do with the weather Especially now it is so balmy here Temperature might be a factor whether The night feels right after day bright and sunny
And bow wow wow they are barbecuing now!
Large dogs looked forward to an evening so clear Some sporting sweaters all slipping their fetters The best dogs because good dogs know no betters And where are they trotting? I cannot say where But they cannot either not till they get there And why are they stepping out? Simply because
But is my tale of tails true ? ...I wish it was!
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Mar 28, 2010, 1:09 pm
Courage
Because the universe is a multiverse In which what is so is so and so and so And everything is going all at one go Turning and spinning and losing and winning I choose to choose the better over the worse What I would like to know beyond what I know
And though I know I am late to have done it And though some who ought to know might be surprised I choose to change for the better now because I would like myself to be self-realized Choosing the high road and having begun it Doing my best I am better than I was
Though that was the best I knew how to do then Now is better late than never I suppose I will get where I get and will tell you when I get there if I do so everyone knows That all I ever wanted was to be good Enough or if not then to be understood
If I can feel the corners of the now then I think I can accept my position here And can find my way to the moment of when If things like the corners of the now come clear Something to show me life is not meaningless Something like the corners of the now I guess
Death has an appointment and does not delay To take one so life might another one bring I am old now and tired of being afraid And though some being paid and some being played Playing on others for pay can live that way I choose to not be afraid of anything
I choose with all my heart to stand up and say I choose now to not be afraid anymore I choose now to turn from the dark toward the day This is what I think I might have come here for This is what I think I came to overcome In a time for courage I choose to have some
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Mar 27, 2010, 2:49 pm
All You Ever Wanted
a psalm
God no matter how I turn my back on you You persist existing as you always do Always listening sometimes answering me While others refuse me as they confuse me
I want to go home as much as anyone But it has been I never knew where to go And remember what they call reality Tells me I can never go there even so
If I went I wonder if you would be there I want you to be and I want you to know If so I am with you there as everywhere
The dream of becoming is becoming true In the now as I become as anyone Being in the now and with a soul to spare
I wanted some action I wanted to be Here and here I am getting what I wished for With all the doors open and all the lights on
You gave what I have but give me one thing more Spark my humanity with divinity Understanding each other we bring the dawn I want to go home as much as anyone
God no matter how I turn away from you You are at the center and are always there Where all of my turning becomes returning A homecoming without going anywhere
You insist on existing and that I too Embrace this experience both of us share Always listening sometimes answering me
And looking back now maybe it was always That you answered me if it is you who do Those things getting done without being begun Things though in doubt I believe you know about
As one who has been with me and watched me says I only noticed sometimes you were the one But that you were always there as everywhere If so I am with you everywhere as there
Could it be you never turned your back on me? Spark my humanity with divinity Understanding each other we bring the dawn I want to go home as much as anyone
You are at the center and are always there Where all of my turning becomes returning A homecoming without going anywhere
You gave what I have but give me one thing more An open relationship bringing the dawn With all the doors open and all the lights on
Lord of the earth below the sky above me In the now of our encounter face to face I experience the freedom of your grace That all you ever wanted was to love me
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Mar 25, 2010, 4:13 am
Imagine That
Imagine that the headlight beams of those growling cars Approaching out of darkness far away Slithering through the showering night are shooting stars To sing our way to dawning silver day
When those stars fade out to leave us with the growl Of one of those cars with a returning owl As omen in its wheels we know how it feels On a grey morning without any warning To be slapped in the face with a sorrow of scars And stars and cars winking out leaving only doubt
Alien and shocking in the morning light A sacrifice of night to light the day Something wrong as right surprising us to sight Helping us to get to silver from grey Omen out of darkness blooming from the night We love you but hate to see you this way
Imagine that though we borrow and we lend Yesterday the hard way remembered today Imagine that we are happy tomorrow As becoming happy becomes what we do Toward finding ourselves and each other and love Imagine that then till tomorrow comes true
Imagine that it will be beautiful for Those of us for whom life is taking awhile Imagine that we remember how to smile And not be too grown up to imagine anymore
Imagine that those cars are stars and shooting now Singing out strong and wringing the wrong from spring We might as well be happy as to be anything Determinedly determined to be imagining how To welcome silver dawning day whatever it may bring Those cars are stars and they are shooting now
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Mar 24, 2010, 3:10 pm
We Are the Unbroken
It seems about inside and outside and which is which But maybe even more so who is who They do not like the likes of me and you They lather up the followers to a fever pitch
Feathers strewn about An existential struggle Speckled hen taken!
Magic is spoken by the unbroken In sign and token a fist in the air And hope is still there as there is still here Just as it was when hope sang on the air
It sings now again wherever we are As it becomes clear that we have a star Shining for us where magic is spoken In sign and token by the unbroken
Dreaming in the dark A surprising startling star Now what will we do?
It seems about inside and outside and which is which But maybe even more so who is who They lather up the followers to a fever pitch They do not like the likes of me and you
Perception is reality I think I am and want to be And she does too and so does he And we will be the people who Choosing to be choosing to do Cause the magic to be spoken Because we are the unbroken
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Mar 23, 2010, 3:28 pm
What it Is
No one ever belongs to anyone But if you will look closely you will see That everyone belongs to everyone And what it is is our propinquity The web of our connections one to one This is what we feel and I believe is real Embracing us in shared humanity
(We are so needy we are so greedy but We know we need each other no matter what Else we have to know before we have to go)
In the evening of a long life looking back I can see most of us mean well even though Our pursuit of plenty underscores our lack Even though we are all crazy even so Most of us mean well and only want to be
(Always a happy happenstance To be on the right side of chance)
Though no one can belong to anyone And though if you look closely you will see That everyone belongs to everyone There are those who keep insisting anyway Occasionally insisting about me
(Understanding nothing knowing All incapable of growing)
Giving everything but reason to doubt me I give everyone my best and you might say That I am some no one who loves everyone I have nothing and I give you everything You are the society of hope I sing You are the many out of which I am one
And what it is is our propinquity The web of our connections one to one This is something dying to be living for To substitute the both and for the either or This is what we feel and I believe is real A human being nonetheless if nothing more Embracing us in shared humanity
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Mar 21, 2010, 2:28 pm
At the Crossroads of Nowhere and Everywhere
for Darlene Rima
Withdrawn in isolation I can say From that isolation where I have always been To this in which I learn to care and not to care No more isolated here than anywhere I can say I can see how some might choose this way And be like me given opportunity Of withdrawal from everywhere and nowhere Where a Sunday in spring can mean anything At the crossroads of nowhere and everywhere
Where I am out here as I am not in there Isolated outside like the inside of me Where my inside and my outside agree With me that wherever I go I am alone Resistance futile existence beautiful too Anything can happen on a Sunday in spring Persisting since I cannot see what else to do
If insightful not always easy to see Where a Sunday in spring always means something Hard to know though I know you know what I mean Elusive and reclusive and slippery In a convergence which has come to be known In the museum of its community As an artifact too fragile to be shown And so remaining in the in between Is represented here as poetry
Persisting since I cannot see what else to do Where anything can happen on a Sunday in spring Resistance futile existence beautiful too Where I am out here as I am not in there Isolated outside like the inside of me Where my inside and my outside agree With me that wherever I go I am alone
Though I can see how some might choose to be this way I never chose anything but to be Not even that at first but now day by day Existence reflecting its alternative Is uncertain enough that I might as well live Interesting enough that I might as well stay Where I have learned to care and not to care Where a Sunday in spring can mean everything At the crossroads of nowhere and everywhere
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Mar 19, 2010, 2:34 pm
The Way I Would Sing About Spring
I see reaching roots and how they have grown Over and under and over the stone As here alone with it I see the tree And I wonder if the tree can see me If we share a mutual presence known To both of us if somehow this could be
I sense a sense of mutuality
What I think is the thing I like best about spring Is life annually renewed Asserting its birthright Overcoming its doubt Revealing its meaning
Out of nothing coming something
Surprising winter eyes Into a better mood Opening up and airing out Renewed life reveals its meaning Astonishing into sunlight By original spring cleaning
The thing I like best about spring
I see reaching roots and how they have grown The showers brought flowers but I would sing Of roots reaching over and under stone Never and always together alone This is the way I would sing about spring Over and under and over the stone
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Mar 18, 2010, 6:55 pm
A Piece of the Pie
Though all of us would like to share the pie Some claim it for themselves to keep us free Though we without pie might not understand Our health their loss their profit our disease They might not understand us then till when We understand and things get out of hand
To those held down now is always when The time is for us to do as we please Who only want to find out how to do What makes them happy so we can be too And I for one wonder if it could be As happy as it is for them for me
Remembering what those with pie forgot It is no longer enough to ask why Now is when I would like to know why not And would like to have a piece of the pie
To those held down when is always now On pieless streets where those with pie prevail We want to make it like they do somehow And fight to but held down fall back and fail Though we scramble still sick silly and sad To save a little from those with a lot
When in the end it drives some of us mad Who would like to have a piece of the pie Who remember what those with pie forgot Then is no longer enough to ask why Beginning to feel things get out of hand Now is when I am asking then why not
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Mar 17, 2010, 12:46 am
Heyday
A lifetime ago and a world away I used to never know but always say And I wish I knew then what I know tonight Though even tonight I hardly know anything
If I could I would go back and make it right Fixing what I left by what I might bring Future to past anachronistically Maybe make it better in the presently Unfolding lotus of the situation
Imperfect it might be but liberation By the pure potential of the bud in bloom Is manifesting now inexorably
Blooming my maturity I am staying Marching into April and thence into Maying Straying along as imagination calls me The sacrifice consuming me as I consume Life's kisses as seducing it enthralls me
I feel like life forgives me In spite of my not knowing much now or then Even as it outlives me
Once is enough nor need I live again Only to live still simply to remain And though I suppose it could be arranged To rise and to return however changed All in all this present life is going well
Plenty more of this parade to pass daresay A lifetime ago having struggled through hell My heaven will be here and now my heyday A lifetime ahead and a world underway
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Mar 14, 2010, 4:55 pm
The Face of Now
Marina Hata is a girl in Japan Who was awake the other night when I was too And she will be a star if anyone can
I know she gets it so anything I can do I would as I could at least be encouraging
Then I see it in her photos: I see how This face I see might just well be the face of now
And I can imagine a dream coming true Coming through the valley of the discouraging Coming up in the morning a rising sun
Some of us are born to be stars and we Are proud to find them in our family Some of us will be stars and I have seen one
Marina Hata is here to show us how Inspiring it can be to be the face of now
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Mar 14, 2010, 3:10 am
If Life Does Not Make Sense
for my facebook friends
The hardresting people in The west of the northsouthern east Have a sense of direction at least Where the upper lower middle class Ends up taking it in the ass But they take it on the chin
If life does not make sense Of direction or otherwise It is the consequence As Police Chief Victim said (Falling asleep to realize He had not gone to bed) It is the consequence within Updown society The north of the eastwestern south Looks better off to me He said from both sides of his mouth
The hardresting people in The east of the southnorthern west Felt disgruntlement begin Said they were best never mind the rest Hardresting people spoke of here and there And nobody ever got anywhere
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Mar 13, 2010, 3:08 pm
This is the Time of My Life to Live Love
this one is for Sian
The mother of my children recently Sent medicine by our son my namesake And this gesture of solidarity Turned out to be what I needed to take To make me able to continue my Journey with those we are connected by
Recovered now reflecting I would say If I were one to be giving advice To do something like what she did today Create astonishment by being nice Nicer than someone expects you to be
This is the time of my life to live love No longer interested in being Better than anyone else not above Nor beneath but here alongside as we Are and here alongside I am seeing Our transcendence seems to be the point of It the correct fit for those who live love
To transcend is to care and not to care As Eliot had it and to sit still At the still point where the dance is and there Be balanced in the universal will
To be at the still point turning with all To be the universe reflected small At the still point of the turning learning Seeing being transcending returning To universality forgotten And yet remembered by those begotten By love to live love universally At the still point there to be everywhere
I grow old though I still find happiness Which is how I know I am still alive Nor do I think one has life left unless One can greet happiness should it arrive And know how it feels and need not explain But note the absences of fear and pain The presences of curiosity Of feeling loved of achieving success Of being good enough ultimately
I am supposed to be apparently Not having died when I could have Nor even yet when I would have Apparently I am supposed to be Surviving to thrive transcendentally
This is the time of My life to live love
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Mar 11, 2010, 3:27 pm
Transcendental Sonnet #1430: During the Wild Ride
During the wild ride there is no time there Is a suspension of that dimension And nothing else but flying through the air
Something else beyond my comprehension So that it always surprises me when I get back I want to go back again Though I would I could have been wiser then
If I could I would choose pleasure not pain But we beggars are not really choosers Not really chosen winners and losers The used and the users then there is me
During the wild ride here is everywhere Utterly open possibility During the wild ride there is no time there
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Mar 7, 2010, 3:04 pm
To Fall Like a Star
I am brittle now and my teeth get sore Ghosts trouble me and haunt my reflection My nerves know pains from mental to dental
Imperfect as I pursue perfection I never feel like eating anymore Never feel the fun in fundamental And my clothes are not right for the weather
Struggling along against the infection My body is not right my mind is wrong Suffering something like sacramental Ups and downs looking not finding it yet
Both feel as though feeling the rejection Of self by myself my body my mind Contending and tending toward ending their Uneasy partnership of convenience
I keep trying to keep us together Though I understand in a higher sense Someday I must leave imperfect behind
Had I known that pain could feel so intense I never would have lingered here so long Seeing how being now can hurt and yet
I look up into the face of the moon And keep hoping things will get better soon
It turns out to be exhausting to get That moment in the sun I waited for What I thought I wanted somehow and yet Fast as I run it precedes me the more
But I am privileged to be and see This pursuit of perfection at close range Through which I have stubbornly stayed this me Which you might have heard of subject to change
I cannot help but pursue perfection As an idea if not a statistic Whether madness or divine election
I am and do but am realistic Pursuing the pattern of a star in A state of fallenness never known to The me I was when I came to begin Being becoming as I am and do
I am brittle now and my teeth get sore And yet I am curious to see it I never feel like eating anymore And yet I am furious to be it
I want to be somebody finally A happy ending having come this far Steadily if slowly but certainly To rise if only to fall like a star
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Mar 3, 2010, 10:04 pm
Separation
Depression is the purest grief A personal grieving The disappointment of belief Turning from believing To doubt about without relief Except the relieving Of death as end of everything Where looks are deceiving With all death as most life unknown A solemn song to sing A lonely song to sing alone Of separation and leaving
A voice on the breath of the wind Is rising through the night Depression has come to its end The only way it could A soul escaping rises free Ascending toward the light Where everything is understood And finally I see The way I always dreamed I would That I had grieved for me And for the separation of Myself as separate from love
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Feb 28, 2010, 2:56 pm
Prelude and Fugue in the Key of Be
The molecules align To form this pattern which is me In this unique design This diagram of destiny In which all things combine Conspiring that I come to be And live this life of mine To take this existential chance This opportunity To be this +Steven Curtis Lance Which spells me as you see
I am assuming I have come To be to do some good To write some poems and have some Of them be understood By some and understanding find Some love to lift and live The meaning of the higher mind To give and take but give More than I take to leave behind More than mere memory And not behind beyond instead Of going back to go ahead Through diagram to destiny To be to do to do to be
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Feb 26, 2010, 3:09 pm
Farmyard Philosophy
being a poem in two parts starring the chickens for Aurora and Robert whose chickens they are
I: Squawk
The chickens have drawn their dusty baths In tubs they have dug in the ground Fowl or run afoul our dusty paths Where that which nourishes destroys Cross where we both are doing the best We know without knowing the end Of the story while guessing the rest
Bobbing weaving walking around Waiting for whatever life might send Patiently since we have no choice Though we sound impatient when hurried And that squawk creeps into the voice
Fowl and those run afoul get worried Worry becomes the background noise While the foreground music of the mind Whether of eggs or poetry Sings about leaving good things behind And about leaving graciously
But living till then human or hen So it seems right we never know when
II: Meat Birds
Meat birds look to the scratch and not the sky The farmer sees he need not clip their wings Meat birds words do not include the word why They generally do not ask about things Except about the scratch naturally
When we never cock an eye to the sky But only eat and excrete and revolve Then we miss what we were meant to live by So our ride on the ball turns out all wrong And this is how some short lives seem so long In our hearts we know we have to evolve
If you find yourself in the farmyard now And you are not a meat bird after all Be nice to the meat birds learn from them how It is to be like them and then recall That you find your eye will stray to the sky And you find your words include the word why
And you are not a meat bird after all Except about the scratch naturally We are not meat birds not you and not me
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Feb 25, 2010, 1:27 pm
Who Am I? Love
The brittleness of morning and Ennui of afternoon Have passed and now I understand That night is coming soon And no matter the word will have it last At the meeting place of present and past
At the crossroads of life and death I stand With no idea how I came to be My heart on my sleeve my soul in my hand My alternative reality
I thought I had it figured out But I was wrong And yet I have no doubt about This little song You wait and see this will be what will save Us all and me too more crazy than brave
So they wonder then well what does it mean Is there something there we cannot see? But they never look in the in between Where I reside there where to find me
The rain on the street at nightfall Something like tears of joy Who am I? Love and that is all One no one can destroy Everlasting as the elements of Matter which matter and who am I? Love
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Feb 22, 2010, 4:17 pm
These Oak Trees
These oak trees were here before me As after they will be So are able to restore me If temporarily To a sense of permanency
If I waited for forever Then it would never come Since strange as it seems it never Is a thing without some It is clear forever is here
Something to think about When open minds let far come near In neither faith nor doubt In acceptance of whatever Forever is never Or it is now and I will be Forever or never somehow But I will always be
Although I am not an oak tree Still I am some and thing As one of the ones who broke free And would try anything To see if temporarily
I am not out of touch with reality Because I was never in We had never been introduced properly So the process could begin Of engagement so estrangement resulted Through none of which was I ever consulted As to what was real to me Born to original madness Predestined to recall And prevented by its sadness Not getting it at all So I could only guess
Sorry to leave a mess
These oak trees were here before me As after they will be So are able to restore me If temporarily To a sense of permanency
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Feb 21, 2010, 12:21 am
Interplay
It is not easy to see Truly important things As though too important to be seen Like for example with me You might not see my wings Though they are there in the in between Where truly important things are
There where we know what we mean I have wings and you are a star Where truly important we can be The us we have always known In the in between though hardly seen There we will not be alone Nor have we ever been
Interstitial spaces of the mind Secret places left behind As too crazy to contemplate By the more bark than biting brave Too late then but not too late To remember ourselves and to save The us by things in the in between
In the dark matter of the universe Some people get better when life gets worse In the in between where things really mean In the still small voice in the dead of night You might not see my wings though they are there In the interplay of darkness and light In earth in fire in water and in air
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Feb 18, 2010, 2:38 am
The All in Always
When the veil is withdrawn and I can see The all at once it is too much for me To think about at once to understand It then but feel in its totality That sense of other that feeling when we Shiver to the touch of an unseen hand
To be is to be beyond what is known And being and yet not being alone Is perhaps the ultimate ecstasy
When the veil is withdrawn as it is now I can see behind and beyond these days When the veil is withdrawn I can somehow See all the way to the all in always
And as beautiful as it shines displayed Projecting presents for the unafraid A magic lantern show which fate allows For the beauty of its possible nows At once it is too much for me and so I remember to forget when I go
But remember it in that moment when A moment passing not to be delayed Could only be by only being then
A magic lantern show which fate allows When my healing comes by my being ill And the veil is withdrawn for me to be Remembered if then forgotten again To shiver a moment of clarity For the beauty of its possible nows Ask will I be healed and answer I will
And the veil is withdrawn and I can see
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Feb 16, 2010, 3:38 pm
Algorithm of Equipoise
As space is curved to make what goes around come Around that much better so I can have some I wait for the some which is coming for me All I am attuned in anticipation With a sense of curvilinearity
Absolute freedom informs the position Of poised pause prior to initiation Where possibility awaits ignition
Though my eyes are open behind them I know That I am one of the ones to be alone I see the possibility I forgo And whether wisdom or fear of the unknown Which keeps me attuned in anticipation Of poised pause prior to initiation Absolute freedom informs the position
I avoid conflict but see how it destroys Those who against their better judgment submit I strive for the perfection of equipoise To transcend tallying and the tit for tat I know what I would like and it is not that
If I found it I would know that would be it I might never but I keep an open mind Leaving nothing since here there is no behind In which to leave things but only around me As space is curved to make what goes around come Within its curvilinear direction Around that much better so I can have some
Only this point with all within connection Here where I lost everything and it found me With a sense of curvilinearity
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Feb 15, 2010, 10:12 pm
Dona Nobis Pacem
Kyrie eleison is what I would say Were there a proper mass and were I there today Conflicted nostalgia which one might best explain As humankind begging God for mercy again Only lonely humans as far as I can see And each would like to know: why is God mad at me?
From a distance I recall inbred tradition I remember stillborn inborn inhibition And if my God existed he or she would be The answer to the existential question: me
But where there is empathy there is attraction Let the fire fall and the magic begin To break through from good intention to good action Where those who lose themselves are those who win
Right across the world humankind cries out tonight In the birthpangs of existence as our birthright Dona nobis pacem is still what I would pray Grant us angry animals peace someone someway
In nice neighborhoods they speak of love To each other but they do not speak to me Misunderstanding is a part of Eating each other because of property As I try to stay out of their way What they speak is not spoken by what they say
Here at this late hour here at the start Of always we arrive hearts in hands to be Willing or unwilling each a part Of a great if dysfunctional family We who are alone together are Scattered shattered shards of a bright fallen star
Alone together each in our way In worlds our own though cheek by jowl in the street Wondering someday will someone say What we cannot say when we cannot but meet Wondering if we could make things right And why we are alone together tonight
Kyrie eleison is what I would say Were there a proper mass and were I there today Conflicted nostalgia which one might best explain As humankind begging God for mercy again Only lonely humans as far as I can see And each would like to know: why is God mad at me?
From a distance I recall inbred tradition I remember stillborn inborn inhibition And if my God existed he or she would be The answer to the existential question: me
But where there is empathy there is attraction Let the fire fall and the magic begin To break through from good intention to good action Where those who lose themselves are those who win
Right across the world humankind cries out tonight In the birthpangs of existence as our birthright Dona nobis pacem is still what I would pray Until we angry animals evolve someday
