Thursday, September 3, 2015

MIGRATION


  
Animals and humans 
Sometimes flee 
From winter  
When beginning  
Their journeys 
To find  
A new spring. 

All refugees  
Are migratory,  
By definition.  
But not all  
Migrants  
Are refugees.  
You see?

So politician,  
Which is it?  
What will it be? 
Migrant or  
Refugee?  

Thursday, August 13, 2015

ONE I


one's eye should see only the now.
if remembering only the past,
one sees not the future;
if seeing only the future,
one forgets the past;
both eyes are blinded
by guilt or worry
when one's i sees not the now;
for the one-eyed is archon of the blind i.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

DENARIUS



What's It All About

God is love
God is here
God is there
God is everywhere

Believe this to be real
For so it is
And you will feel
The All that Is

There is always doubt
Dragging fear through
Ragged furrows
Of mistrust and hate
Through our fertile minds
Yet this is illusion
So what is real?
What's it all about?

Love is God
Love is here
Love is there
Love is everywhere

Three Minutes To Midnight

11
11
11:57
It's getting late
It's much too late
I fear
For Gaia is dying
And I'm not lying
And Heaven is no nearer
And it's
11
11
11:57

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Hackensack Jack

Never mind your wishing well,
You'll truly sink in phishing hell
When practicing apathetic cool
Thinking you're nobody's fool.
I got a rucksack full of fools tools!
And your tag is on all of 'em!

I got a handle, it's me name,
A rose by any other title is just a cigar.
Hmm...
Freudian slip up?
But, I betcha
You can't hold a candle by its flame.
Yet, I can!

And...
Here's a tip up;
Wanna bet your Learjet?
Me a jack
With a jet pack
On me back!
I log on the Web
And...
Slide on me shades
And...
Grab me joystick
And...
Go for a ride...
I'm hackin' it!
And...
You better stand back!

Me REAL name's,
John A. "Nonny" Moss,
But you may call me:
Hackensack Jack!

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Cave of Sighs

I gaped up at the great square cavernous maw
inviting me deep within a Platonic carnival
enticing me with its electrically amusing power,
bidding me entry into its splendor of ersatz delights.
I bought a ticket for the flick,
but did not like it and

I let the the near casino magenetize my nerves of steel thereinto.
The metallic shrieks of flickering coinage
won and lost,
peirced my ears against my head.
I feared being crushed by the surrounding
quicksilvered sights and
leadened sounds that
lowered upon me as if made of shredded tornadic clouds.

With bated breath I scuttled inward,
as an anxious insect would,
through the crystal doors
held passively open
by impassive
red uniformed clones.

I sucked in miasmas of
Parision misted bodies,
gagged upon
Manhatten soaked cigarettes,
choked on
Pittsburgh plastic off-gasses,
and it was during this chatoic sense confusion
that I saw the sparkling blue marble dancing inside the silver roulette wheel.

But I looked away to another table
and saw the croupier, who said,
with a nervous gun to his head,
"Merci, please hurry, Monsieur Zed.
I do believe that it's your deal."

I heard again the agate ball as it stumbled,
skidded and rolled to a stop behind me.
I turned back to watch it drop in double noughts.
I then felt the droplets of the saintly blood
make snake-eyed spots on the dice in my hand.

What a foolish wager; our money or our lives
what a heavy cost, wanting life when dead.
These were my thoughts.

At the last click of the ratchet we had placed our last Liberty on red.
We bet and we lost!

Monday, June 23, 2014

I Sang My Body Electric

I dreamt of sapphire fire writhing
through the tinseled veins of my soul,
filled with glittering corpuscular data
motivating servo-mechanical musculature.
I spied my thoughts gathering
lightning from thundering clouds,
spinning the charges, weaving the matrix,
as I flew the broad massifs of my sparkling mind
and soared its high Yucatan mesas
on arc lit carbon fibered wings;
or when the various pathways
of galvanic emotion
and electronic intellect
converged by the riversides
in the valleys of my life,
I panted down to the darkling marshes
and stalked the evening shadows
as a composited sinewed Aztecan puma.
No matter my form; I sense I am aware I am alive and
that I sang my body electric.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

a red letter day

after the dinner 
during the debate
words were spelled in blood
by sharpened quills as  
broken wedding jars 
spilled carmine wine 
holy water flowed across the table
he said
the blood is liquified
the spirit is a gas
the body is solidified

petros with a two-edged tongue 
licked the ear of a demon's servant
he said
the rolling stone gathers no prints
habeas corpus christie

from a latin wilderness 
the word was shouted
in blots of scarlet ink by
markos with a feathered-edged calamus 
thrust his opinion into yeshua's side
but he always minds as he tries
to dot his tees and cross his eyes
he said
the logos is plasmatically
problematic