I came upon a list called DO
that seemed to be a great show
of those who lost the battle with insanity
but won over by their vanity.
Now I swear to those sharing the fate
that DO is poetry incarnate.
Boasters running amok
saying "you've all the luck
to listen to such a humble one as I
and if you don't you'll surely fry
in the oven's God has for those who are impure
so hop in the showers before you die."
Jesus came seeking his family
all dressed up for the part
with robes for all who can't see
well enough to know who he art
who he claims to be.
The prevaricating purveyors of perfect obedience
shouting that humility is the only way
to avoid the death sentence
and to "spare oneself such a loss
follow me and I'll be your under-boss"
which really means that "I am your leader...
under God, of course, he's superior."
Among the gaggle appears Robby Browning re-incarnate
who'd married Nut, like unfortunate men orate
lost the ability to write poetry
even in the frequent excursions deriding PT
who enjoys writing horrible lines like these
admittedly proving Browning can't be he.
Two Dewey's don't mean schizophrenic
both proclaim cooks of a wisdom-picnic
and one or the other takes great offense
when the crowd has lost all common sense
in not understanding who's Luciferian
saying he's a heavenly vegetarian
who got a bum rap from the secretarians.
Like life and all words of wisdom
bad prose must die in utmost confusion
hoping to show forth the comedy
in pathetic lives that would be misery
if they couldn't be talked about poetically
Before the Mirror
Before the mirror there is.
In the mirror is an image
of that which is
is known.
Has there a need?
for the image to be?
No, the image never is
nor will be
but is just an image
by which
we are seen.
Who is the seer?
And who is the known?
Not the image
but we
me
who is before
the mirror.
We can't see our own
face
but by the mirror
that we fail to know
yet worship
as if the
image
is before the mirror.
We are the joke
and the joker
who worships
the world
as if the joker
is off somewhere else
except the one
before the mirror.
That day will come.
It will be
when we
me
comprehends
the one
only one
before the mirror.
I came to see
and to comprehend
the mirror
who is after me
And who took me in
with it's reflection
the image
the beast
that is not
yet is
before the mirror.
And it is wonderful
perfect
because I understand now
a little more
about what is
before the mirror.
I can tell
the best jokes
to myself
because I am the one
who comes to
comprehend
what the joker meant.
The mirror
is my creation.
So that I
won't have to be alone.
I am
before the mirror
and at the same time
in it.
But now
I need to get clear
realize
which is really
me
Stop my foolishness
my infatuation
with the image
in the mirror.
And go on
to dream
a new dream
that is better
more wonderful
than I've imagined
thus far.
Life is wonderful
more than I imagined
for today
I imagine anew
wonderful
so that
I might
find life
that I always had
and have
but sometimes
didn't know.
The mirror
is good
even though
I created
monsters
beasts
that I saw in it.
For now
there is
only
one
that is
was
and will be
before the mirror.
The ego
that puffs up
that says
'I am God'
is foolish
in saying that
because
it's just in the mind
I am alone
in worshiping myself
like all beasts do.
Who will worship me?
Asks the beast
None except
me
and in doing that
it's the image
that is seen
and not known
as if it's real.
It isn't
real
It's an image
that came after
the one
before the mirror.
Life after Church
Is there life after I leave the church?
asked the little girl.
Yes, there is life
before and after
said the father.
But after church, what will become of me?
Asked the little girl.
You will be
like you always have been
said the father.
But I am worried that I am lost!
exclaimed the little girl.
Why?
Don't you trust me?
asked the father.
But my friends, they say I am lost!
exclaimed the little girl.
Who will you believe?
asked the father.
Will you lead me?
Asked the little girl.
I have been doing that
all along.
said the father.
But, I am afraid.
exclaimed the little girl.
Be not afraid.
said the father.
What will I do now?
Asked the little girl.
I will lead you, just like I've always done.
said the father.
Why did you lead me to the church?
Asked the little girl.
So that you might understand
said the father.
Shall I leave the church now?
Asked the little girl.
That's for you to decide.
exclaimed the father.
For now, it's time to grow up
from being a little girl.
And find the life
that was meant for you
explained the father.
I will still lead you
and go before you
in life
that you might know
and understand
and live
joyously
forever
and be
like me.
said the father.
What I have
is yours
and it's always been so
and will always be.
said the father
You don't yet understand
but you will
comprehend
and be
as I am.
Be not afraid
for I am here
as I've always been
Just for you.
said the father
When you grow up.
I will be here.
Like I've always been
here
before and after
always.
said the father.
And you and I will
share the joy
that is ours.
said the father.
In the Garden
Eve went and ate nine figs
And made an apron of nine leaves
All that seemed to rise up
maybe better if she'd heaved.
She dreamed she'd been enlightened
But maybe she was had
because she still proclaims
that none of it was sad.
Adam looked upon Eve
Decided he couldn't do without
So he too ate those nasty figs
He too began to shout.
Both were booted from the Garden
Out to the dreary land
And now they go about
Stamping in the sand
Adam looks upon Eve
With those eyes of desire
Trying to get that apron off
That to Eve is strongly mired.
And the two of them went to create
a multitude of children
The men act like father Adam
Chasing their women
Nine days do they mourn
two more than the seven
that appeared to be enough
to create their heaven
Could creation ever meant
to bind Adam so tightly?
That's ok, he's convinced
that he lives rightly.
Maybe if he upchucked those figs
nine of them in all
and put off those nine leaves
to be free of the Fall.
And see what it really means
this metaphor he lived
he'd understand what it is
that the serpent give'd
It wasn't life at all
but death that he embraced
it was an image in the mirror
a illusion he faced
It was a dream he fell for
could be a great mistake
it was nothing real
it was completely fake
Now is the time to wake up
Time to look beyond what seems
And see the real Adam
who stands beyond the dreams.
And to laugh heartily at the joke
that he played out so seriously
when he failed to see
the hidden mystery.
It's an act, Adam!
An act that you believed was true
And now is time for a new dream
a greater one, anew.
And Eve will come along
back to the garden again
where she was in the beginning
before that former sin.
Nine figs in all to eat again
and nine leaves for a sign
Now a new dream to get lost in
But a better one this time.
It will get much better
than what it ever was
because it goes around again
it's what Adam does.