Untaxable Laundry

Bartering in the system
living free of change
and lost coins ringing pale noise:
cycling, drying, and dying history.

An Answered Request

In this there is no pact
no promise no oath
just a request
fulfilled with love
comforted
with power beyond rationality
with sight seeing far away
majesty
in everything
the comfort of eyes seeing good
divinity
parental gift
no pact
no oath
no promise
just love.

Calling

Feeling the call
where new knowledge makes ignorance
where the expansion of the base
and the fire in the tent at center stalls
stars are for seeing bright
the closed home to all before
the fake dream
the accusation
a tiny current making egoes strong
jealousy consumes the human conception
the righteousness.

Feeling the call
escape this world
teather
weather inclement
moon and sun
not need
but circling.

Is it all that is seen
as separate in this season
the walls and fences
the glitter
stories told
that out last profits cold.

Feeling the call
choosing to satiate
in weeks deliberate
necessity saving
to the ceiling
healing hold
stealing in nights
calling.

This is the way it is
hearing
feeling the calling
and a chrysalis
a darkness
a falling out of control
clasp these hands
dreaming
the fantasy
calling
to achieve in death
work beyond any man
wind pushing
heart wrong
called.

Few ever have seen
experience
this
sung burning
hidden in bushes
shoeless
alone
with one other
the ancient line
feeling the calling
forever
changing before
eyes.

There it is the false hope
the dream told wrong
the way of selfishness
the way of egoless hidden parent
the power taking
the evil gone
the choice
feeling the calling
home.

Unalterable Fire

As crossing the cold sea:
the depth unfathomable;
the waves relentless;
lips turning purple;
fingers shriveling;
imagination:
cities on shore;
fires and warm breezes;
food and drink;
reality:
cross the sea.