oh man

Why oh man do you slight me so

Like my dreams are few, with no gusto

If you could gaze into my heart

You would see it doesn't shoot a man's dart.

If ambitious you want my money

If not so you want my gunny

To clothe may be your shiny slack 

To keep you warm and have your back.

Oh man can you not see

In your mother, your sister, your daughter may be?

That a woman's heart is not as you understand 

It has more wildfires than yours so bland.

my father

My father dearest so born in me

He drinks like it is symphony

His jokes are icy, icy cold

He fears the worst and is yet so bold.

He lingers on for love's sake

Knowing not it's his to take

Never grudging but silently resenting

He thinks quietly, minds reading.

If my father could be exchanged for another

I'd know no breath and would have no tether

The anchor that holds us so deep

Like in a ocean not always placid.

perversity

The perversity that has hit us all!

Beyond dignity, knowledge-bound,

We make no more a serene friend,

Because our humility is always a question.

We seek more dough

But do we know

That perversity 

Is at our door?

The meaning of sacrifice

What is another word for love?

I understand now it's sacrifice:

It means never covet another's gold

Or another's wife

For beauty lies as you know

In what is beholden

And not what's in store.

We each our born with our lot

To hide our pain as joy is sought 

Even strife and challenges in the final bout 

May mean you have been saved from a rout.

We each love and stay attached

But to love all, do you know the joy in that?

As you ceaselessly make your owner's dream your dream

Never complain, never retreat.

my ever-virtuous mother

My ever-virtuous mother

As pure as the virgin herself 

Sweet and of a heart like gold

Burying her pain in the depths

Of sands so I and we may rise.

What sacrifice is this mother sweet

Why do you pain me so

When our minds do meet

Humble, sweet and yet so strong

I owe the blimp of virtuosity in me

To my ever-virtuous.

I love you.

nothing to none

We owe nothing to none

As much as the sun

Shining on and on

Free only when

You owe nothing

You become

The discord

The entity

The harmony

Of nothing

That is everything

Nothing to none.

father in me

The father in me has died today,

Oh what a terrible loss

For if I had to choose right from wrong

The father in me now is lost.

A woman may not be That One

If a man leave her crumbling by the side

So the father in me has died today

Because from the dust I rise.

Bit by bit like woven tapestry

I nurture the mother in me

But what a mother without a father

Tied in chains, closely tethered;

I severe that cord today

To keep something alive 

And more and more empty I become

Because the father in me has died.

crows

As I walked on to the road

I saw a flurry of feeding crows

I walked into them

And each flew in it's own direction

According to it's own dereliction 

Knowing not that I was here

To offer some more feed

But the coast was clear.

Wanderbug

Wondering and wandering are closely linked words--

A wondering mind leads to a wandering mind,

And to it's great benefit and virtue does incur

A life filled with all of it's kind.

A wondering mind, a curious thought,

Questions existence, nature, 

nurture And is fraught 

with a wandering existence

That unto this day

Philosophers could not parlay.

And there came prophets high and low

Asking us to conquer the senses

And never grant the mind furlough,

Resting in something divine

The mind will rescind

All the wondering wandering curiosity

That rules the jungle and prophecies.

I wonder if I'm ready to give up

My wonderbug, my wanderbug 

And face my future 

And face the past

For what I think now

Will always last.

So it's crucial for me to wonder today 

If my piqued interests should hold more sway.

The myster of why

We are all lost

In this mystery

Why we do

What we do

Wherefore we go

Or why we know

Or why we should

Or why, why, why

Not when and when;

What is this mystery

The truth of which

Dawns on us

From time to time;

It must be true

To ponder on this

Mystery

Or else

We wouldn't--

Why we do

Where we go

And why?