Poems
Form through Matter
First with memory, then with recognition
First with depth, then with inside
Life translates itself into existence
In succession
Chiral proteins assemble the world
And continue what is known
Ways and Means
I searched the maze
I got the A’s
Opined a phrase
And there it lays
Head up I raise
Avoid your gaze
Through winter’s haze
The meadow’s graze
I count the ways
To end my days
The Lord I praise
My cat obeys
All There Is
A circling motion
straight direction
Splits in two
And both directions
Dimensions two
And Something added
Was always you
Angled corrections
The Asymmetrical Mirror
Each and every snapshot moment
Contours of a 3D world
Conform against our eyes
Pressed like a 2D window pane
Sizes shatter to past pieces
Now we can count them
Forming a 1D line
Pointing in two directions
Only one of them toward us
We look forward at nothing
The future too close
The measure can’t reach
We’re searching for symmetry
The Race
Is death another finish line
To reach that goal line just in time
Is poetry a way to hide
The emptiness I fear inside
If I have to summarize
Suffocating memory's lies
Not hear the distant lonely scream
That hid behind a vanished dream
Then bare before me to the end
Truths' creeping silence make amend
For what I've said could not get done
Past rides past cannot outrun
In a Nutshell
On one side is unfathomable expanse
The other an indescribable point
All Life is God arising from the center
And looking out in wonder
We are not growing older
Our future is growing shorter
We live inside our very own time
Each moment faster than the one before
The end comes shrinking like a wedge
And God is belief in a benevolent unknown
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
We are all shooting stars...
Some of us graze the horizon
Some of us light up the sky
Some of us were once famous
Some of us once supervised a project
All of us once knew we were right
As the Sun sets quickly
To begin again
TIME
In search for perfection
Each side of now
Competes through endless spin
From moment comes momentum
We are never alone
We talk to our self
Remnants of remembrance
A gift from the world
Intersubjective
When someone dies
The past comes alive
Praising self-help
Our planet now melts
look far and near
A voice cannot hear
dash and a dot
It asks about what
It’s alright Ma, it’s only poetry
Back on Track
I dreamt I rode a water bike
surrounding ocean, dark and grey
horizon lifted city’s colors
along the shoreline across the bay
The promise of palm trees
as swimmers swam by
their wake was gentle
catch the waves could I
I was confident now
whatever is brought
a good feeling is knowing
what once you had thought
Life is adventure
with new recognition
unrequited loves
were glistening obsession
Forever Slow
Turtles all the way down, but the tortoise hold its ground.
Strewn with tiny cairns, memories monuments of stone,
A world bright with emeralds dances beneath our feet
So slow we can almost see it stop.
Life is the driver. It wears a silly hat.