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BRAIN, SOUL & HEART - FOOD
It's PAST THINKING in a straight LINE
Point A to Point B
it's PAST THINKING in a CIRCLE
Round and Round and Round
It Is Earth Citizen THINKING inside & outside
the ROUND, the BALL, the SPHERE, the GLOBE
it's E.C. Multiple Dimension Thinking
DOING - BEING - simple - LOVE
RogerART.com / 2008
IS OUR - InterNet ?
& R Web Sites A New Art Form
Created in this Millennium
by a New Kind
of Ancient...
Alchemist...
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Some Poems from B 4 2008
MAGICALLY
My CAT Turned Into a Real Live PIG...
FOR REAL...
I was very tired…
It was a wind rained on wild night…
And I am not much of a believer in
Black or White MAGIC…
But...
Believe this or No…
I Swear, I Swear on my families grave...
My Cat Turned Into A Pig…
Right before My Eyes…
This is what happened…
The Cat learned how to open the refrigerator door…
Then Ate all the Food
RogerART.com / 1992
GOD, SPACE, TIME, LOVE
NOW… I must get up again... and I will dam-it-all...
Stronger...
After another attack against humanity...
Caused by greed and lies and power and division and stupidity... and... and...
Around the world...
911 / 2001 NYC 8:14
I awoke
normal… I guess…
SUDDENLY…
My TV grew bigger than the planet...
It
sucked all the logic out of my brain...
I fell
to the earth... No Breath Would Come...
Later on…
Much later on… Maybe not even yet…
I tried to walk... I stumbled out of the city...
Dark
people became lighter... Light people became darker...
Trees
became flowers... Flowers became trees...
And the jet stream wind... Against the sea... Around the world...
Was very very wet… spilling over now…
Full Of Tears
For all past and present Power over People...
Insanity, global suicide events,
As we slide off the planet...
Together... separate...
What is does not work...
What can be...
What we dream for a peaceful planet must begin...
With LOVE for...
Each others diversity
A DREAM GONE
My minds tonight...
Movie saw you...
Knocked me Out...
Cold...
On the hill...
I Most, fell Out my Bed...
When Recovered...
From this Dream...
I remembered some of it
FIFTY BUCKS A CAR
The morning was coming down wet...
the meeting was at ten.
My fifty dollar car turned over... Sputtering,
and went back to Sleep...
MUTTERING...
Not now, I have a terrible wet wire...
AS IT SLEPT
I quietly opened the hinged
incision...
I said my car prayer...
This pile of polluted rust...
rain dripping down my neck...
The phone rings... I hit my head...
On the way to the meeting... I KISS the DASHBOARD...
the STEERING WHEEL...
And SAY...
This Car was a good deal...
for...
Fifty Bucks
RogerART.com / 1992
PEACE with UNIFORMS
of ALL KINDS
uniforms certainly have their place
to serve and protect us all...
from greed and lies
and theft of stuff...
from theft of life itself...
to protect us from CONFORMITY
to serve and help us out
In a time BEFORE MIRRORS
In
black and white
In a time before mirrors outside of town...
In a garden of
uncontaminated thoughts...
two people were born by the same mother,
EARTH…
One light...
One dark...
The dark person only saw the light one...
so they
thought... they were light.
The light person only saw the dark one...
so they
thought... they were dark.
They got along quite well...
as well as
people do.
And then one day they went to town,
and believe this
or not...
Ignorance became prejudices in the mirror,
of non-acceptance,
right up to
today...
Stupid is it not ridiculous... outrageous...
un-human... foolish... insane...
unholy... and
evil.
And what will you say to Creation...
about ALL this...
when you get to
the all inclusive...
Dark and Light
PUSHING
the
ENVELOPE
Of my inspection sticker...
Can you identify,
space and time traveler
Do you know what I mean
about...
borrowing friends tires
Using boiled oatmeal wads
to fill holes...
Pins, soap and shellac fix
gas tank leaks...
Coat hanger and fence wire
exhaust system
Sticker covering
windshield cracks
Strings pulling
windshield wipers
Shoe polished tires
look new...
and typhoon tape fixes all
How about that strange
guilty look, of penny fuses
That spreads
across our face...
When we got it,
We really had it..
stuck on...
Do you remember driving
home,
the exhilaration and relief
Praising the Gods
of trucks, cars,
buses and the cosmos
Do you recall,
were you embarrassed,
in the parking lot...
Kissing the dash board,
the mirror, the tires...
Of An
Inanimate Object
Today...
January the 1st...
Was a ...PISS AH...
And if you don't believe me
just ask old man winter
this is what happened
Some leaves that have been hiding
Deep in the woods... since Fall.
Came out with the wind,
The sun cast their shadows blue
Near the ice-covered flowers.
At the cats frozen tail.
Look said Mr. Winter...
Other leaves have joined the dance,
Around and around.
Then it
happened... the wind stopped...
And the leaves...
and their friends... shadows...
Hid from us for a while... I really don't know where.
But it didn't bother us...
Not at all...
Not one little bit
WHEN
SMILES JUMP
Lower then twenty below zero...
I wheeled into the
parking lot, sliding to a stop.
I jumped out... and
tromped through the snow,
toward the door.
Halfway over the
unexpected... frozen line,
that separates us.
Your simile... Jumped out
at me... and broke the ice...
between us.
I don't remember what
happened next... and I'm not going to tell you,
but it was wonderful... and now I
will go on and on and on about you
And what happened next
The Bird, The Bush, and Me
Monday evening in the mountains
The wind wiped the valley
today with swaying trees.
I watched a large
bird cling to the rain as it fell...
Falling, pulling
up under a bush
Thunder, Booming Thunder, Vibrating
A flash lit up the woods,
the bush, the bird, and me...
The river by now was
raging brown
I watched a log spin and crash into a white rock
Of blue bubbles, in a flash
Thunder, drifting
seconds away
After a long time raining
it became quiet...
The trees stood still, dripping slowly
I looked up among the branches,
Between the
stars
Against the dark blue,
doing loops in the mist...
Was the bird,
laughing at the moon
The bush and me.
The river was still brown
and mad...
Falling,
Evaporating,
Rushing
Toward
The sea
LISTEN
Listen softly,
intently to me the tree...
the rock,
the child of your heart,
Why?
Because listening
buried...
beneath
the egos clever thoughts,
Are we.
The child of our
hearts, you me the tree...
are all the same,
Alive.
Hanging out... living
around the planet...
at the...
Exact...
PRAYER
For years I prayed outside myself...
Something foreign and not with me...
Then I turned and looked within...
Something old and waiting...
Within without Its all about...
To dance with life...
That is...
A POEM FOR YOU
just
you... yes you... who else
Hey you, hey me, let's have some
fun...
Just grab some words from off the
shelf...
Move them around, up and down...
Now consider this if you dare...
Don't listen to them, don't listen
to you...
And if no one ever told you so...
Your good, your great, don't
hesitate...
Your a child of God, so
let it out...
let's have some Fun today...
THE RAINBOW WIND
on a sun drenched...
crystal January day...
with a
roaring blue sky
Today, walking in January's white light...
some leaves that have been hiding,
came out
with a gust of wind,
to dance with the trees.
Around in the air they
twirled, on the crust of the snow...
the sun cast their shadows blue.
The trees laughed
and laughed as they shook,
other leaves came
out and joined the dance...
up and down, in and
out, with and without,
we are all
playing in this life, chasing the sun.
And the sun is
chasing the shadows,
and the shadows
are chasing the leaves...
and the leaves
are chasing us,
and we are all guided by
the rainbow wind.
The rainbow wind
that is part of the dance,
the dance that
connects you with me...
them with us, and the tree with we.
Suddenly... the wind
stopped, a cloud came by...
and the leaves with their shadows,
We sat quietly up to
our knees, in white light, cold and blue...
hiding in the clouds, meditating.
Unexpectedly... a
leaf,
that was being
blown by the sun...
that was
chasing the wind,
crashed and struck my mind.
I jumped up... and
again I was dancing,
around the leaf... In the
shadows...
With the,
GLOBAL REVOLUTION
2000 STILE and the PEOPLES PEACE PARADE
33% More People Die
Around the World
From Curable Disease, Social Injustice,
and outright evil upon the earth...
Than in any war yet...
Consequently, therefore, mutiny, jump ship, unite.
Let the insurrection begin, here
and now, within us all, using the weapons of today.
The inoculation missiles, the one person - one vote projectile.
Bomb all the people with love, gardens, education, tools, prayer,
and connect people with their community and community with community
around the world.
Travel inside our neighborhoods, around the earth, throughout our cosmos,
start today, this second and have fun.
Before and with All things, We are Human BE-ings,
Citizens of the Earth... of the Universe... of the Cosmos...
ONE in ALL... ALL in ONE
I say... Others say... You don't say... We must go,
We must all go...
inevitably soon...
Courageously
one, together hand in hand in hand,
To
live in the Now... / ....Now.
Why ?
Because that is
where love resides...
peace is, communication begins,
you may be reading now, in the poem... Now... Now.
Because sky blue
said... Only then can we begin...
collectively, humanly,
Dancing prancing
child-like with all life forms...
Earth's
Citizens one and all,
loving self, all and everything,
moving to
the...
Because the past is
gone and the future is not here...
and the wild
cold wind of a star filled winter night,
is the
same as...
The mud that
squeezes through your spring toes...
as you walk
through the plowed field,
toward the
frozen valley lake in the Now, Now.
Because the hot cool cloud
breeze of a summer day
that goes
through your brain,
is the
same as...
The colorful fall
leaves that float kindly down...
landing on the
first snow, in the field,
by the
summer river in the Now... Now
I am,
floating between
thoughts Now...
in the Now... / ...Now
PRIMAL SCREAM
I feel like a scream that
is silent...
like a natural disaster
that is inevitable,
watching the big
bang theory,
played out on TV,
unheard, unwanted and
ignored.
Mother earth can not
take much more before...
she will shake off
violently the diabolical,
the greed, the
apathy, the lies, the hate,
the pavement and money that
cover Her skin.
How much more of
everything need be made...
are We going to sell,
buy and throw out,
before the world
dies, before the end,
before We awake, and
find love.
We think You can
scam and We can buy and sell...
a new jungle, our way
out, our freedoms,
our way to love
and new trees,
and
this dance is boring and catastrophic,
a real life boring catastrophe
big bang
theory being realized here and now.
You and We are
driving full speed into our family trees...
with our foot... hard
down on the gas...
toward
extinction,
to an
inevitable collective,
fade
out kind of insanity,
global group
suicide.
Wake up, hit the breaks,
stop the madness...
YouWe are out
of our forever greedy, throw away minds,
and the unborn
children are going to be mad as hell,
when they become aware next
year,
and ask why,
what the evil are you doing... and why.
Stop it... just say no,
mellow out, slow down fast...
sacrifice today for tomorrows child-run fast
wake up, smell the sleep
and
use up the our eternal... LOVE
PRIMAL... NECESSARY LOVE IS COVERED WITH MONEY
And VERY SILENT
ON EARTH
EXCEPT IN THE UNBORN
and the DEAD
PLAYGROUND RAISING
1989 ? ...if you weren't born then... where were you ? ...from a small Stowe village, Vermont, North America, Earth, Universe, Cosmos and Beyond, Way Way Way Way ... Far Out There
ANYWAY... the RAIN
fell on the heads of the young and old,
Rain so necessary to nourish the
seeds,
Souls of long gone, barn raisings,
RAISE up the teenagers next, then
the old,
And then... tears and sweat mixed
with the RAIN of hope,
Children laughed and danced up and down
eating,
Food and Drink was soon in
the Pasture
I'm glad it RAINED,
far too dazzling...
if the SUN was out
New Years Eve 1997 IN the KEYS
Separate
souls adrift... On a new years bridge
Crossed from past to future... On a soft kiss at midnight
Spirits are
introduced... With a touch
Tangled inside each other... Clear of material extras
Days merge
skin and bone into... One sweet smell of the gift
Two heart in flight... On the sea with it all
Anchored in
honesty... Harmony with sharks around
Love Finds ... For a Short Time...
A Comfortable Harbor...
and then the Hurricane came roaring out of the east
Deep Lost Peanuts
We two
lucky peanuts... In a shell... On the sea
Warring
leopard print cotton pants... A wrap or nothing at all
Painting
the radio and TV... While making bread computers
The band
plays... Wild sweet music
Into the
sea... Where we live... With the fish, bugs and birds
Of the
mangroves... In a shell
Two peanuts
snuggling... Singing tasting experiencing
Ridding the
blue coral pink... Wave called life
Each day an
adventure... Of new love
A dance
interlude opens... In the moment with poem parts
Flowing
opportunities... Find peace near Key West
Anchored in honesty bay... Secrets gone
Long Gone... Long Long gone... By Now
THAW OUT
Miles of frozen air parted and closed behind us... our
feet crunched homeward.
A
trillion specks of suspended moisture, filled the moonlit
night...
The
dark-blue mixed with the stars... the trees sparkled in the still wind.
Our skin shivered and sucked at our bones...
Our
toes could not have been closer together, without becoming one.
We moved forward... expecting all living things to break
off at the stump...
Explode
into a million pieces.
We knew if we stopped moving, learning, experiencing...
Death
was a few steps behind, waiting, ready to pounce.
The sounds we experienced that night were... together and
individually,
Concise,
separate, distinct, crisp, and immediate.
Filially a sliver a
light... over the snow, from the cabin door
Pulled
us in to our simple fire, food, warm water, and each other.
As we melted…
our small individual ideas of life... joined together...
In
a collective pool of love on the floor.
We were melding, coming together... one people, one
planet, one community,
Helping
each other,
Thaw Out... with the cosmic, All and All
THE GIFT
of bad dreams
It came for me again this morning, the dream that comes
before the sun.
It comes more often than before,
It gets closer every time.
It's so real I feel the pain, I know it very well...
It's The Gift... I'm glad to say...
WHEN I AWAKE... I CAN NOT REMEMBER
The LETTER
From: My collective
soul
To: My babbling
brain
Dear, Brain.
What's going on? You make everything so difficult. Your
constant dribble of thoughts. Around and around in my mind you go, on and on and
on and on.
Can't you hear me! Your ability to pull my soul out of the
eternal now, increases with each thought you mix up. Your last message received
was carried out with much confusion.
My eternal spirit pleads to you mind, come back. Your
traveling on a trip all by yourself. You go places I've never been. You scream
delusions of grandeur and self-loathing. I don't understand how we ever got so
far apart... so confused.
Don't you remember when we were young, when we were one
with the cosmos. Haven't I told you it's all right... to just be... to enjoy the
simple things around.
Remember when we talked about shutting you down, permanently.
Let us be... be quiet now... and experience the silence
between thoughts
It's only life, another day. Tomorrow has not happened, yesterday has disappeared.
We can't exist as
slave and/or
master !!!
Let us work together as one.
That's better, much better, and it feels good too...
Thanks,
ME
LIFE ASSUMPTIONS about the APPLE and the TREE
To say my friends and his parents were, never very close,
is an understatement.
Finding them dead in that run down slumlord room, they
stayed, just for a while, last winter.
Consoling guilt and cold days turned into weeks, poking
around, reading the books left behind.
They found many sentences and paragraphs, underlined in
different colors.
They tried to learn, to know, to feel, the depth of their
parents beings.
To know how they thought, to understand their way of life.
What a change they went through, during that year, in that
run down slumlord room.
One day in February
about noon, my friends left cold and hungry, with a great smile on their faces.
The stove had devoured all the books... as they grew old
visiting those silent memories…
I never told them their parents never read anything… the
books came from the dump.
They covered the holes in the walls, and on the floor…
The underlined sentences and paragraphs of blind color
Kept the wind and rain from blowing out the candle of
their life.
Writing utensils
fluffed the fire of their memory,
as it slowly died, alone, without their children.
A few years latter they both moved a mile apart, in
different cities.
To run down slumlord rooms, near the dump...
And wondered if their children… would… could… ever visit
life assumptions,
About the apple not
landing far from the tree.