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Coevolve
Our generation is not marked by
years in these bodies,
but by evolution through many
lives.
Our common thread, an awareness
bringing fire to certain topics
and ideas.
Secret sign binds us:
a common gnawing,
a common emptiness,
a common joy,
a common fullness.
Overcoming a hurdle,
we find others facing the same
threshold.
Then share,
safely, trustingly, supportively,
openly, courageously.
If the challenge is beyond words,
speak from the heart
with poetry
of dreams and fears
of discovery and the unknown
of self and God,
speaker and listener coevolving. |
They Met Like This
They met like this
One atop the other.
His face red and dripping
Driving him to scream
And jump up
But not escape.
She screamed, too,
Helpless on the ground.
Unable to move
Until he escaped
But he wildly repeating
The same failed palsy.
They met like this
In the way they did not wish to
meet.
In the nightmare of fish
Plucked from stream to flap
And slap on thirsty ground.
They flailed and screamed
The same few words again & again
The meaning coming from
The strength of their voices
Echoing in the
Tunnels of their vision.
They met like this
Neither learning the others name
Or seeing the others face
Or seeing dozens swerving
Around them in flashes of
Silver & yellow, blue & green.
I unhooked him
And threw him back.
I helped her aside the
Relentless cascade where
She drew knees to chest
And shook and cried. |
Control
Subordinate
monkey
Generations
gone by
You are the one
That bows when
I cry.
Serotonin brew
Swirls in my
head
Euphoria comes
when
You’ve done
what I said
I control you
My will—your
reliance
I control you
My
decision—your compliance
Mobile above my
crib
My first
interaction
I reach, you
move
My first
satisfaction
My thoughts
become action
For this I will
strive
Control is my
feedback
So I know I’m
alive
I control you
My will—your
reliance
I control you
My
decision—your compliance
Don’t make me
angry
Accept my
suggestion
It’s a much
better way
No need to
question.
Don’t
disappoint me
I’ll fill you
with guilt
For you I have
My whole life
built
I control you
My will—your
reliance
I control you
My
decision—your compliance
Control hides
Behind many
faces
Supporting ego
It is the
basis.
My view
confirmed
Of our duality
Importance
affirmed
Not of you, but me. |
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I No Longer Go With Him
By the middle of winter
Ferns poke hopeful green
Among their freeze-dried forerunners.
My father waits for the frost
That will sap the last juice
From that passing generation.
He and I open the year
With rhythmic swings of blade
To clear the field for fresh growth.
I no longer go with him to cut down,
Stomp flat, and haul away the dead fern.
Our time together has become too precious.
I still cut, stomp, and haul,
But now I go with him
To be with him
That shift of intent
Changes everything.
I no longer wonder why
We can’t leave the old fern standing.
Or cut it and leave it in place.
Or lug up a lawnmower.
Or at least take a rake.
Those questions had caught me
Like a burr in my sock.
Now they are irrelevant
Because I no longer go with him
To cut down, stomp flat, and haul away. |
