ashes falling inward

so i washed windows
watered plants and
swept the patio

the answer to pain
is to get busy…

ignore the worst
and move onward

do you know i worry
for my laptop
so i wait for the mail
and thermal conductors
that will help
move its heat
from the source
of activity to
the vent …

life gives minds
to mull and
for move
the out-take

must sweep cement
and smile

because there is
a lot
to finding grace

oh it’s not that hard!
to remember
dust is only dust


up the stony hill

Deep red is scorched of Earth,
I recall the burned glades that once held only
earthly brown. Aftermath a mars-scape of
red and blackened silence.
How I refuse to hope? The politics
leave nothing, yet the fire never raged!

Our landscape marked in blue and red,
it’s not dismay! No, were we ever together,
ever one? The battle merely up and down,
never ‘off.’
So no, is not despair over gaping gaps,
my formulation runs a deeper shade of
angry grays; no thunder in this distance…

Perhaps. Though mostly now it’s settled,
for a future non-combustible by any means
or any-ONE hell-bent on delivering prophecy
as neatly as they may: Judgment day?

Judge this! I saw a more noble path in
continuance. You want the favor of God?
I suggest an appreciation
within a continuity of extended

What is a test that runs short and sweet?
It is no test at all!

The burn, the land of red and red from horizon
to bloody horizon. Is it time to weep, or
to pray for new beginnings?

I find nothing of myself reflected here;
and that is good.
The ghosts?
Oh you worry too much over ghosts and hauntings.
The past is integrated, not shunned and feared.
How else to hope in future redemptive spirit?

When life is bent to comprehension,
the value is based upon complete idiosyncrasy,
not complete collection, or
so I think.
The measure of the waver, distinct.

Me of then believed now would be
a floating leftover in radioactive
Earthly hell. And we achieved that, not!
How great is that and how many
to thank? This is how I see man:
those consumed with ends to define
their in-betweens,
and those with ends OPEN.
May we be and continue
to be a people with ends-open,
where no smooth ride to settled
options! My wish is that each continuance
determines its path, even that which
leaves a landscape red and scorched.
The earth a bloody mess, yet
how is this challenge weighed?

So tempting for any youth
to lay all at the feet of those before.
NO! I say that wisdom
passed along has greater value
than any debts.

So to these hopes, we shall endure;
shall endure?
I hope so. What I see now
is a chance. Not for politics,
but for money to once again
be under the rule of man:

Not man ruled by Mammon.
It is a hungry God(!) that should
NEVER be worshipped, never granted
leeway to become the star for which
all search.

Each person has within them, beauty.
Search for that, and I will take my
findings, deliver justice home to a reach
beyond tired footsteps.

My hope is in the goodness of Man; there it
will stay.

Prove me wrong? Oh, you have! And yet
the beauty of delusion is the force for change,
the molding of path to the future, not
future to the path.

See, it’s simple. “Make your dreams come true,” oh
that is so worn and trite! “Keep hope alive!” Again,
I fear that repetition has gained only boredom.

And all a programming, this I also know. One must
compute the ideologies planted as an opponent’s next
move (coup). Yet nothing sweeter than using a plant
in more directions for a betterment of betterment’s cause!

To turn its use, and this is where I smile,
oh smile largely on even the red.

The red, red Earth; burned long ago?
Yes, and how many burned with this Earth,
none of time knows.

I sense their love in ghosts and
absence, earned.

Regret can touch this clay and know we are better than this.
A sun here, it does not kiss and
tomorrow finds little remarkability in the pain.
Though sums do see aftermath and pride; to be alive
the past is already beaten,
and every thought for multitudes
runs downhill.

My sight? I see that I am not needed, now.
Yet that is good, with paths set and games
playing out in the general sense, as they should.

Arrogance? Pish posh! We deal with what we have,
and all these fine lines are taxing to the soul of mind.
It is the crossing, and instruction to note the

This flow to points of no-return…lol ohhhhhh
I had so many finished at the start. Now simply
frozen to a waiting stance,

and feeding hope. For how else is the fevered past
to settle-in? Comparison; contrast and the awakening
of lessor thoughts. Much more is learned by stance.

Red testimony a proof of land used well beyond its own purpose,
man and his silly hopes!
We will burn and let it burn! Oh no, no you won’t.
What brings rejuvenation?

One thing, and one thing only. That is to never,
never fail to see alternate paths; ways; actions; designs; modes;
complexities; contradictions; targets; policies.

I only fear unexpected hate. Expected animosity is nothing more
than self-righteous validations. So enough of that, too. Humility
seems like the white whale. Yet I think she was here
all along; pulling at my hem, dogging the very air, breathed.

Steps? They only count if metered. For now, dust patterns

This! This land is far too red.


Fractal Bifurcation by eebrinker

Hesitation expands,
flicker complete is an idiom:
To see and know
beyond and beyond,
running silence haunts portrayals.

A ladybug climbs up a branch,
flies away. Broken in that climb is only
countenance divided by ambition; was not
always so…

The sidewalk becomes a darker gray with rain,
air is thin or thick,
this day lives in joy or bristles counting hope.

I prefer happiness without shadows,
embossed in my own footsteps–it is not better or worse;
merely clenched.

Seen and see, to fall to an understanding
is to rise to one occasion at a time,
leaning into deeper questions that
pin a soul to its foundation;

seek and ye shall find, yet I knock what I can
and can what I see as forever
from bottoms of swimming barrels;
cloned for every monkey to look upon
and never sigh,

God is not through with me yet.


and we weep for the dead by eebrinker

my belief
is more important to others
than it is to me…

I always saw it as inconsequential
floating the boat takes all kinds
of personal misconception


the only real delusion is

thinking you know when you can’t know
and even then …
can be convinced you can’t know as its own conviction

how out of this endless maze?

what is important?
good will
beyond that, interaction
we term everything that is stress, bad
but it’s just another food

every understanding is structured within the one before
or upon
and so in order to repair understandings
have to back track
man does not take items as individualistic comprehensions:
the ball is spherical
a sphere is round
the drawn circle in the sand is a ball…
built into dimensional perspective

which is itself, a conviction

so there are a few things in life that are very real:

and tenacity

the only necessity of ‘understanding’ the world
the only reason for wishing to understand the world

is prediction
and then of course, orchestration

comes down then to pattern
and we have the fractal paradise
of entwined and repetitive belief

which in all essence only builds on
and feeds on

often I come back to the fact
that sitting to even ruminate this
does not stop my coffee from growing cold

so there IS pattern
but pattern doesn’t have to be a prison
weavings of the many definitions for what is good or right

what I believe is more important to others than it is to me
and not really something that could describe

i believe i myself
have a duty to improve conditions

if at the history of levels
the determination was doom (for death is death)
then the process of calming
reassuring a(the) mind(s)

is a religion or belief or something to keep
things moving despite

and despite belief
we don’t get to choose what we see
we also don’t get to choose what we comprehend


so that’s where it’s at
man wishes to be proof against horrification

thinks that is “strong”
strong spirit … but it is not
it is false reassurance

it is the flexibility
to be horrified or not horrified
as one chooses

that is strength

and it is in not being paralyzed
despite belief

not because of it …
not because belief cushions you
from the horrifications of reality

being able to say belief is not necessary
for after all

belief is simply consensus

it is a bond
the joining of mind and will? the joining of many, into what?

joined-many-e-s deciding the course of
pacification? not a lot of harm can be done there
mind and wills joined
only believe that joining equals more ‘power’

but of course, it doesn’t

i look at mendacity

the structure that concludes destruction
is better than observation

it’s not that it wearies-me

it’s that i am limited by language itself
language is a consensus
a joint belief

we can run and jump and play
but we can’t explain how the motivation is love
but it’s not love either

love is really not anything
because it’s too many things…

good will
but no …. not that either
since a constant ‘good will’ if not balanced
with foresight — becomes ineffective
caught in the wheels
ground into the dirt….

there is a need to let go,
oh we have that ‘philosophy’ running strong
for the moment

but all the letting go in the world
does not assist a spirit trapped in terror
we have the presupposition of the “it”

let IT go — and oh the best I’ve seen on that
is the Stephen king it, the book of course
the movie i did not even bother with…

what is the “it” that we need to let go OF?
and so that is a question-maker….
what “it’s” do i need to “let go?”

too much
too many
too stress ……. oh well,

happens ….. yet not the end-all
life has a way of churning
and becoming new incarnations that are old incarnations
yet not since
not then

……..but now!


empower – ment —- higher power and then


that i fight
where i come from
whatever that thing is
responsibility is the glue

the thing that designs


beams of light and sensory

all something then constructed

into what you
what me and i

might call our day

is it a good day?
you don’t know until it’s over

or do you?

so come back around to time
(isn’t that conveniently circular)
and how time and belief
and understandings on length of life
or duty or the path of the spirit

brings any to the fact that we have a deadline

only so much time to do what you can

the answer and questions so many authors explore
in so many works…

death and belief of death
is not that there is horrification over death

it is the fact that one person
cannot stand to see another person horrified
and so comforts

with any belief they can
any explanation
any way to bring about peace

when understanding is impossible

thing about that is everything implodes to the degree
and factors that it is complicated and built-up

and let-it-go is just not quite comprehensive enough
to define an optimal attitude

i like to think this can wait
but it can’t wait
we call the most difficult process in life
“making up your mind”

making up

or a mask
make up for the face
for a better look
for better reaction from others

and i have experimented

judging reactive states

they say what you see of yourself is more important than what others see of you
but that isn’t true
since what others see and believe your person to be
is an influential guide
onto how you see or what you believe of yourself

for others, i only want that to be good
i just want others to know i see good

as in this structure we have
of humans on this planet

this ‘community’

it’s alright

and in some ways, extremely fragile
fragile balance

but in others, a construct that is not dependent
on any one belief

and that’s how it should stay
no utopia

just the process of good will
developing itself into a sense
of age

so many things known to exist in wrongness
so many things designed by men who
were tortured of mind

and that is the study of those minds
and what led to some of the aspects

of furthering their personal pain
onward to others

that is something that can be tackled
and so ….

what i believe is that belief is a motivating factor

and i need motivation
a lot more than i need to know how i will end up
on the other side
of death’s indiscretion

what she believes i believe means a lot more to her than it does to me


all i know is i don’t concern myself about what others believe
i hope they can think and process belief

not be sealed into one

what is moving onward?
as opposed to settlement


well we definitely have too many words
or too few


oh it’s a never no mind

i wish to have some good for myself but is all a matter of measuring

what the now is
as measure to past nows

and that is something that sometimes boggles my mind in scope

the degree of information inward that has churned

and created a very different human being as i stand now
compared to as i stood then
might even be worse

there’s no way for me to know
i can only quantify a difference
can’t quantify ‘good’ or ‘bad’
better or worse

mostly i reserved … not on foresight
but according to all
creating a larger difference

and will continue to dig in and drag my feet

that is what i do
you have to slow a process before you can study it

and observation

is a much better alternative to destruction

belief is a much better alternative to horrification

and having an alternative
a choice

is a better thought
than worshipping despair
and elevating doom to your ‘god’ of choice

we say it is better to be part of the solution than part of the problem

that’s simply saying that good also can work in tandem

and might yet ………… but maybe part of good
part of the enrichment of life itself
is the fact that individuals
do make their own path and own way

you don’t try to block it
you just observe and move yourself
out of the way — except one thing as
the dance goes ………… don’t get too tired out
remember to say enough is enough

and enjoy your cup of coffee before it gets too cold




so the rain allows to breathe
deep rhythm with the grass of green
and hushing reverie; drought ends.
air a gift of cool relief,
the day a nom de plume

that rises,

in gusts remind me wind will dry old tears
as rain reminds me every hope is (was always) here:
brought to the fore,
no other one has reached in tender
odds of grace.
a silent place
has every noise of ones before,
and if i held my breath

it was the all to listen for the all;
inside is naught but gall!
while dreams
set to a plate are nailed through abject promises.
but ends, never the same and
while i know how want confirms repast,
there is no hope that longly ever lasts.
truth rippled-slow with blame:

time was not, yet now the was is much.
beside me, conquest smiles with heaven’s touch.