man to man

[saw]

the gunpowder river is sensory sativa
it alters the mind without lighting up
it calls my name like the winsome lorlei siting high
above the level of the sea on a glistening rock

the bends of the river are the struggles of life
the straightaways are the precious moments of peace
the wildlife is my ancestry, we speak
with no need for human language

cunningham falls.... the tears of the dispossessed
tumbling water that touches the corners
of the eyes, the stains of man's inhumanity that divert
the vision this day for a rapid plunge

I wish I could make the world kinder
wish I could have a positive impact, but I am
just a pebble at the bottom of the heap this afternoon
so for the time at hand, I will only acknowledge my blessings

I will stare into the op art eddy of conflict that swirls
like hallucinogens of purpose as destiny is my witness
and add my tiny shrinking voice to the raindrops
that fall on the damned, water to water

man to man

[the mingo]

[saw]

thanx ming......i was laughing at how revved up I can get...but I stopped trying to over-edit and like to roll the dice these days....who knows what is a product of my brain and what is collective consciousness streaming out....in any case a little more food for thoughts to chew on...thanx for reading