lint collector

A lint collector
Is to be my calling
I do not weave the tapestry
I do not cut the threads
I do not wind
The shuttles
 
But I find
The lint
The scraps cut
The threads worn bare
The tiniest spectators of life
 
And I cherish them
I hold them in my arms
And weep
Upon their barren bodies
Until they swell
And connect
 
I make felt
With them
A mesmerizing piece of felt
A blanket to soothe the shunned
The cloth that wipes the tears
Of angels
The shroud of glory
 
And I find peace
As they are laid upon the tapestry
Filling in the holes of war
 
Oh, the meek
The weak and weary meek
The holders of future and past
The textiles of felt
Peacekeepers
Waiting to be held
Held up
So, they can hold on
And rebuild the world
 
Cherished and blessed are the meek
For they will inherit the world
Saving it by peace
Blessed piece


5-2-2014

what are you doing?

what are you doing now?
I said with a smile turned upside down
the cavern carved into my brow 
seemed out of place
for my emotion did not match my face

I was talking to the mirror
beginning to ponder
how did this all occur
I did wonder

what haven't you done?
is my life's beginning story 
from day one
judged by what I had not done
the audience exclaimed "do more"
the more I did the more they applauded
I am exhausted 
with all the I ought of

turn down the sheet fold it this way
fold the corner the other way
can't you see how it is supposed to be done
didn't they teach you this on day one

the loops and the hoops I jump each day
have me facing the wrong way
when I wake up in the morning
I'm on the wrong side of the bed
the beam above bumps my head
then I stumble and fall to the floor
crawl with the dog till I'm out the door
and into the kitchen I'm itching to explore
what is for breakfast as it is half past four

why am I up so early you ask?
it is because of this overwhelming task
to get it right I have to study
plan my day so I don't look like a fuddy-duddy

I put a sausage on each of our plates
I look up at the clock and its already a quarter to eight
where did the time go, I hope I'm not too late
I catch the bus with the tip of my shoe
and off to school till quarter past two

I break apart from the mental for half an hour
A stroll down the merry till I park myself in a chair
then I hammer at the keys until dinner is ready for me
I open up the parcel that was waiting at the door
Chicken parmesan is what I have placed the order for

I clean up the mess, the dishes and clothing too
Sounded into my head I go to the end of the bed
check that I folded the corners nice and tight
so I can sleep with the sheet folded just right

but my mom never knew or maybe she did or did not
that I liked to wiggle and not stay in one spot
I prefer my toes not to be confined
to the weight of the linen she thought was divine

so now I sleep on top of the sheet
and I have a duvet with a cover
oh what an exclaim I would hear
if my mother discovered
it is only the dog that pins me down
a dog on the bed would of surely made her frown
and that thought makes giggle and smile
for I did what she taught

we didn't have a dog back in the day
oh, how I have strayed





finding faith

I want to be seen 
I want to be heard
but most of all
I want to be believed
Signed
Faith

Dearest Faith
You were given to me as truth
a single solitary truth
but I went looking for others
to pair with you
I thought you were lonely
but I understand now
you were here for me
not needing me to find you
companions
for others will find faith
when they first believe
in truth 
where truth is universal 
with the evolving soul


22-02-2022


Hello again

I'm back with those three little words
I want you
it goes further than that
but that is how it starts
with the want 
once first filled it becomes a need
a self-sustaining need to be alive as one individual
no matter how many encompass that one growth off shoot from life
living is in the heart, mind, soul and spirit
sometimes they travel alone or with another
but each is free to go about gathering information, influences and direction
but they come together for decision
bringing trailers of indecisiveness 
for no one is greater than the other
we pack so much into our lives that we forget what suitcase has been left untouched for too long
sometimes we hide them in the back of the closet never coming to accepting them or opening them up for discussion or decision
but left unattended it weighs us down and our mule cannot carry it any further
so, we stop, and we bray, and we carry on as if it were the day
the camel broke its back
once opened and sorted we can toss that which is irrelevant
till it fits into a small parcel we can carry on our back
little trinkets to fill a memory jar, little words to be spoken again,
little sounds to comfort us when we sleep

and little souls garden from what we keep
for those that are endearing 
are truthful and steeped
in understanding and compassion should be at the top of the heap
and to the top of the heap, I will climb
and I will exclaim 
what is yours is mine 
and mine is yours
we are littered with what we have endured
through good times and bad times knowledge has formed
been recycled into another form

but let me express in my sincerest dismay
what I bring to you today 
was brought last may
and may you be free to choose
but don't forget
or stop 
to climb to the top of the hill
and look upon what others have gathered and shared
with free will
so, to you I might be a speck of dust
but I promise you
I need you
I want you to hear me now
and make your elders proud
to know you listened to the sound of their voice
and took heed of the notice
to carry forth
in resurrecting the world from deceiving

it can be restored
by only one voice
if it is placed in more than one heart 
 

laundry





getting the laundry done is such an ordeal
that I laugh when a piece of lint floats away in the silence of a mosquito past the corner of my eye
I laugh when my torso goes to and from, up and down
thinking that my wiggle is creating a jiggle in the hips and below
I frown and get down on the stains unaddressed for they have sunk into the permanent press
but I am jovial and consolable as I turn to myself respect
my underwear is clean and dry 
As I fold my knickers against my chest
I wonder what has taken abreast
is it the pillow case that went twirling by
for perchance it was attune from outer space
I bend down once more my hands nearly touching the floor
and I squat
face myself flat smack in front of a toad
and I say "Well hello there, how do you do"

and with a Croak and a cog in his voice "I am very aware of the pollution you have done via the scum that felled from the spinneret of that cigarette, hanging from your mouth."

So immediately I put it out and that was the last day I allowed something to cling to my lips like it was next of kin.

Furthermore, he bellowed from his throat "Why would you smoke and why do you light fire to the forest where the babes play"

I assured him that I was always cautious with the stick that was attached to my lip, but to myself I wonder had I been.
I wandered away with a barrel of cloth he thought such a waste. To have such a large commodity of styles and sizes. Did I really need more than one of each? I still say yes, but I have toned it down in size and frequency in which I clean. So not to get the glare from the toad, who now I know lives down the road in a lovely hovel covered with gravel.
These are the last words he said to me that day.

I have but one covering
and it covers my beneath
I don't understand you humans
in the things that you do. 
Calling it one and number two,
for should we not have one home,
one guardian of land,
and that is a we thing
don't you understand

 we are the same thing placed on this earth
 to govern and sovereign that which has given us birth

for to destroy and employ yourself out of existence
is taking the rest of us with you,
 Do you get the inference?

Now if you may on with your gaieties play
but for some of us, most of us you see
 living 
simply living is a way of life

and we take it with a grain
and build it to grow
a meaningful relationship with the ice and the snow

the sun and the moonlit night
are our tethers to earthly delights
so with your houses aglow in a confusing matrix
is a detriment to our resurface indication
is something you need to fix

for when the light goes down so you need to do
get some rest get some sleep
by not doing so, you're digging a cavern too deep
where you mind can't function and its creating destruction
on the inside and outside of you
and our world too

so settle down, stop the mistakes that you make
it is not about achieving greatness
its not out for the take
take only that is needed
only what is to restore
you to optimum potential to equal the score

we are is this race together
and there is no 1 or 2
we all come in first 
or we all come in last

hear the voices

I heard the voices as they came to me 
and they said do not be afraid
for we hold you ever so dear
in our hearts of hearts
we find joy in the laughter you make
for the sake of others
tell your story

to be true to yourself
hearing voices
is a blessing mixed
confrontations with non-believers
and those not willing to believe for they hear them too
voices heard are not without scrutiny
and one should cherish those of great joy

you were only a child of spirit and hope
and then you rose to gain confidence
through our contact
you can never be alone for we are near
nearer to your heart than the tenderness of a mother's touch for we live within you
the sinew that wraps around the muscle of your heart

we are a part of you, and you are part of us
no matter how many lives you touch on the outside
one cannot compare to those you have touched inside
we are sheltered in the cold and rain
you are the framework that makes up our being
you are the Horton to our who
though we cannot see you
we believe in you
you are our god
and we worship you
to keep us safe
just as you worship your god

we are all built upon one another
structures upon structures
some of which we cannot control
but eyes see through you
by the tenderness you give
and they wonder
how one who can be torn so far apart
by the dimension of time
can appear to be seen whole
we are the rapture
you endure
daily
for we sense
your world is crumbling about you
so, we exclaim
shout
get the word out

you must save
nurture
feed
compose
share express the joy and torment
the destruction of your surroundings
so that one can feel and hear the love within themselves
and know
it is so much more
than saving themselves
from destruction

it is about saving all of us
no matter how small we all matter
to someone

love you

and bless us
in the hope of salvation, we too
bless you
at this moment
and every moment
your heart beats
grant us the voice and the will to go on
hear our cries
and cry out with us
we are here

June 24, 2018

A little ditty

a little ditty for those over fifty
you think your day will come, when you can relax
sit in a chair and say I don't care
I have my cigar and I will smoke
I might even take a toke
a token of gin
and upon my chin will dribble smoke and dust
a dusting of gray and a bearded trust

a sense of wisdom he must have 
look how cheerful, how grand he sits
upon a slab a throne he has outgrown
for he rises tall against the back
oh, for a better word, I do lack
but respect and gratitude I convey
as the spectators gather and make their way
to ask me the meaning of life
and I will tell them it is full of strife

living is for those with work to do
work hard to make the best of you
learn all that you can how to feed and grow the land
into productive resources to feed the wilderness
the wild things knew
and if you succeed you will have a land of plenty
diversity of cultures in the soil
a diversity of elements in the air
and clean water in which you can drink and swim

How Goes it

how goes it my friend
the world we have to defend
her uniqueness her beauty
her breath until the end

the end of time is not known to be
a part of natural history
but the end of the world
is a story told
and it is not something 
to behold

for if you held it in your hands
and felt it run away like the sands
in an hour glass with out a frame
would your actions be refrained

from deplenishing what you took
with out a second look
to what will come undone
if from reality you continue to run

the parchment paper is still wet
with our feet we haven't met
but you are able to scribe
what I fear will come undone
and not keep you alive

alive to hear my words
to heed to call, to call them all
to arms
not against but for
armies of love should be knocking at the door

the door of inception
the door of conception
the door of enlightenment
the door to what we meant
when we said be free to will

if you only knew me

if you only knew me before
I bore myself into a hole of despair and disgrace
before I was allowed a human face
I once was a lad unknown 
who called a distant planet home
but I was exiled to a new retreat
undisclosed for defeat
was close at hand
my friends had been defeated by the foes
the forefathers who had bore their names
had gone insane
they began to choke from the soot about
and words of horror from their mouths did spout
I have claimed this day 
one of disdain
for it is the anniversary of the time I was framed
for speaking truth in a world where lies prevailed
to be honest was to be killed when times are scaled
I am a conqueror of silent lingo 
we played it in games of hopscotch and bingo
as the numbers were played out
we spelled the run way route

with a hint of glory

with a hint of glory
i do declare
today to be witnessed by the unaware
the unaware of circumstance
the unaware of half pretense
the unaware that there are inhabitant's unknown
the unaware that there is more than you
that calls the earth their home

i am but a wee angel who was indistinguished from a tear drop shed