The creative pro-The creative pro-No, not process;Impetus, drive, thrust.Parry, riposte, repeat.Crescendo.The end.Oh, wasted timeAnd forced rhymesAnd meter decays. Staccato. Staccato.Staccato.The sound of a beating soul?Or feetRunning through alleysRunning through streetsNothing gained, but nothing lostAnd life is livedAnd that is beautiful.
Thoughts on Tao I1To learn a little about TaoTake what I write into your heartAnd laughTo learn much about TaoTake what I don't write into your heartAnd laugh some more2We speak of baffling things as if they were simpleAnd simplicity baffles usIf Tao were confusingThe West would know about it3Tao is everywhere, we do not limit itA man may live his life as a fool and know not of TaoBut today learn of itAnd tomorrow teach itWisdom is great where there is disciplineOften greater where there is none4I took two copies of the Tao Te Ching out from the library.I examined the first book. It was thin, a traditional translatio
PeacekeeperMega!The prefix supplements our arsenal,Daily decreasing the syllables to sayHomo has lost its sapience.The muted screams - Can you hear them too?Can you hear the flashes on the horizon plead with God,"How did it come to this?"I hear them!I hear them even now, and smell the fumesOf steel and hope and my very heartYou demanded I burn.My fellow Americans:Inspiration you ask for, I give you revelation;Mystery of all time - "what is death?"Now I know...Death is a suffix.Goodnight.