again

A dour day historically. The weather,though,here at least, is bright, warm comfortable.Listening to Dinu Lipatti play Bach,my children are home ,some playing, others watching a baseball game. The Me ts are done, cooked,well, they were done a long time ago. The republicans are poised to set forth destroying whatever is left of the country in November. People have no jobs, and yet are hooked into the building of a mosque.Don't build it, build it,whatever,it is not the big issue.Education, jobs,the environment these are big deals.The sleight of hand constantly employed by Republicans amazes ME, AS does the reaction of the polis.Sigh.How many times do you have to get hit over the head before you realize who is hitting you?Like this fool who wanted to get famous for fifteen minutes by burning a book.Why didnt the'press' ignore this hoople and concentrate on real issues:How much does Blackwater get EVERY DAY from the debacle in IRAQ?Halliburton? why is no one investigating? DOES ANYONE CARE?IS anyone awake??????

Come to me all you who...

THe LORD
___________
come to me all of you:
murderers
corporate raiders
doctors without borders

arms dealers
sex offenders
misogynists
maryknollers
good one and all
drunks
dope fiends
chronic gamblers
wife beaters
gardeners
little league coaches
astronomers
people who try their damndest every single day
and still can't make it
starving children
fat cats who get enemas to eat more
de-foresters
masochists
taxi drivers
diamond dealers
dope peddlers
lying sweating televangelists
porn stars
opera singers
pushy parents gossipers
saints
poets
good and ill
the elderly
forgotten by most
homeless
empty hearted
sociopaths
bombers of the undefended
soldiers all
every person who thinks they are beyond
the reach of love
or who don't care
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all created by Love

the humble the meek
the kind
the honest
the kingdom
is always theirs
and ours
welcome all

BP,the Gulf

looking over the picture of the header,the beautiful beaches of Long Island,the crushing abomination taking place in the Gulf presently becomes all too real.Partisan politics aside,how can anyone try to defend this!?blind naked greed, greed that is beyond the dreams of Croseus , and still, the response is muted.What the hell is wrong with people?unless it literally touched their person it means nothing?how many times are people going to be hit over the head with a ballpeen hammer before they realize just who is hitting them?

How then?

I have seen so much misery
at night\between sleep
I see it again
the faces
the sounds
always
the smell
no jasmine nor roses for them

How then
to gauge happiness
so elusive
amidst so much ruin

it falls to my speech
to attempt
to explain
to fight
yes fight
the barren ugliness
with love
my love
for you

How then to
explain how i
have been gifted
to know you
these years
to laugh weep
curse sing pray
make love with you
to taste your sweetness
with every sigh
then wake each morning

how then to explain

I read where
John Keats never
consummated
his love
for dear Fanny Brawne
the act itself would have literally killed him
though I know
for certain
that I would have for you
and would have believed
that I had drawn the fortunate
turn
amidst the beautiful barren
moments of light

J

You came in Turquoise
reflected in a blue pool
as first I saw you
your bathing suit
wrapping your body
a mixture
of
swimmer and
farm girl
looking oddly recognizable
did we meet in a diner somewhere
previously?
instantly you dropped hints
which
in retrospect
I should have noticed
how
your dream was to
be an Israeli ballet dance
which was odd
since you were neither
Jewish
nor a dancer
you were
actually a devout catholic
who loved sex
a swimmer
and an occupational therapist
who was crazy about me
and I failed to notice
all of the words in that sentence
it would be volatile
argumentative
and nasty
then lyrical in bed
soft
so gentle it was crushing
I knew it would end badly
it began over a tea set
escalated from there
i parted with my beloved Indian blanket
friend of cold nights and picnics
as a gift
I thought in my hubris
it would ease the blow
I shake my head at my arrogance
you recovered quicker than I

years later,now married
happily
a word I never associated with you
I received a cryptic postcard
filled with allusions
making sense
only to me
my last contact
it now seems

looking backwards
I know where I had seen you
why you always appeared so familiar
a dream
of sorts
you
are the Angel
that is used
to model headstones

Happy Easter

somehow, we've come through the darkness again.The Light is here,it is overwhelming, and beautiful

musings

I've taken to wonder, recently,about our shared enterprise.How much time do I waste watching the ridiculous television set, even if for only Hockey and now Baseball games?Would this time not be better spent playing with my kids,walking the dog, reading a book, listening to Bach or actually speaking with my friends?The contradiction ,of course, is that I truly appreciate 21st century technology , I love trains and planes and the internet and lovely stereos and that I can watch films by Tarkovsky whenever I wish.The flip side,is of course,the dark side.Folks,it seems to me, will always give up some freedom if it mean technological convenience .Cell phones,GPS tracking,wireless internet,the lack of privacy,the intrusion that has become the ordinary. Here is an example. I waited for my wife to come home by subway on day, with the ever loving Delenn at my side, and counted not the people emerging from the subway speaking on cell phones, but those who were not.It was almost 20 to 1.Now, of course, there are myriad reason why, the one that struck me,though was loneliness, a gnawing deep gaping emptiness.{Of course this is not to say that the phones are not handy, can save a life,etc.it is the somewhat larger picture, sans the extreme example used as a common defense upon questioning the reliance upon the phones]How much intimacy we have given up for just a little toy.Well, what do I know? I'll have a cup of tea, crack open a book of poems, listen to Bach St Matthews Passion, and feel content.