Remembering Her
i.
The music is no less vital to remembering you,
the glory for which goddesses get their fame,
my middle age has little more than the years
accomodating the impressive vision you were
so very long ago, yet born again in daily mass.
A memory so grand I have been days on end
to wake up, eventuality insists, in your absence
and nothing in my life approaches a withdrawl
as much as this return to reality defines a fright
no other mechanism or process has ever in life.
© 2005, rjduberg
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
Between This and That
This twirling finger of mine
dancing on the wind outside
my freeway motor:fa-(çade
a play to the source of power
where calculus spells amaze.
While finger fantasy is pure fun
some actually say they fly when
they fall, free from a plane, a rock
flies then just as much, likely as not.
The difference, if sought, is grace.
© 4/16/2005, RJDuberg
dancing on the wind outside
my freeway motor:fa-(çade
a play to the source of power
where calculus spells amaze.
While finger fantasy is pure fun
some actually say they fly when
they fall, free from a plane, a rock
flies then just as much, likely as not.
The difference, if sought, is grace.
© 4/16/2005, RJDuberg
Yours, Friend
Yours, Friend
I go where my friends are
not often alone to join the fray.
I have more than one circleas such, to enjoy throughout
the day. The difference to running
are limits to learning, and quicker age.
In a pause of contemplation
the trade off seems extreme.
My self reckons purity alone,
time stands still in my attention
Everything I sense shifts from points
to wave patterns that span frequency
My vision appears in a gaze
dazzled by a smile,
you send me.
Can’t, won’t, couldn’t know
how to deny myself that friend.
I break free of myself for love
finding freedom itself beautified
woven greatly to enrich this life.
With gratitude I am yours, friend.
© 4/9/2005, RJDuberg
© 4/9/2005, RJDuberg
© 4/9/2005, RJDuberg
I go where my friends are
not often alone to join the fray.
I have more than one circleas such, to enjoy throughout
the day. The difference to running
are limits to learning, and quicker age.
In a pause of contemplation
the trade off seems extreme.
My self reckons purity alone,
time stands still in my attention
Everything I sense shifts from points
to wave patterns that span frequency
My vision appears in a gaze
dazzled by a smile,
you send me.
Can’t, won’t, couldn’t know
how to deny myself that friend.
I break free of myself for love
finding freedom itself beautified
woven greatly to enrich this life.
With gratitude I am yours, friend.
© 4/9/2005, RJDuberg
© 4/9/2005, RJDuberg
© 4/9/2005, RJDuberg
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Sung Within
Not of time or place, this heart of mine
still beating as loud, this mystery of life
because good answers, a silent kind.
challenging is our preserve, our purpose
religion made irony a fool for hypocricy.
asking myself how long maybe can take
against the innocent slaughtered by god.
has always been a humming that’s mine
a wrap against the elements sung within.
© 3/23/2005, RJDuberg
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Morrow's Lament
The fresh smell sprang
inward notes that rang
across my range of love.
a spring glitter light unsailed
death to dance in bromide.
Pain left this, a strange sorrow
morrow’s ungraced elegance
in voice lamenting innocence.
imprisons an emptiness,
a bloody failure of reason.
Life lies in essence
and the truth is beyond
the remaining crumbling
aims, lost in direction.
inward notes that rang
across my range of love.
a spring glitter light unsailed
death to dance in bromide.
Pain left this, a strange sorrow
morrow’s ungraced elegance
in voice lamenting innocence.
imprisons an emptiness,
a bloody failure of reason.
Life lies in essence
and the truth is beyond
the remaining crumbling
aims, lost in direction.
© 3/17/2005
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Castaneda Untitled
“The problem for you as a challenge is whether or not you will be capable of developing your will, or the power of your second attention to focus indefinitely, on anything you want.” - Carlos Castaneda, The Second Ring of Power
No stopping this, my entity observed as a process
has always had me, my life is right until now
without a way to completely word it.
Rather despite every effort and result
so far, seeming to obscure and obliterate
this true flowing of process defines au natural.
Short events of clarity do nothing, in fact calm
by an evocation in spirt that allows evil chaos
to return expanding fully its utopian negations.
Left unattended, forgotten mediocrity rules life
dramatically enough to inspire myths of mystery
while willful resistance is friction making possibility.
The haze of the gaze has my droll drooling now
my mediocrity red line bottoms in short spurts
while the wretched struggle splashes cooler.
This totality worded, leaves that flow, onward.
Impeccable perception reflects pure actions
beyond but bringing magical collaborative unity.
Bits and pieces, kibitz deceives to please us.
All style points awarded and prizes given.
Real men buy better, women win the credit.
Underneath assessments and all contrariness
the flow is everyone’s worst fear imaginable
self words cannot conceive nor understand it.
© 2/24/2005, RJDuberg
No stopping this, my entity observed as a process
has always had me, my life is right until now
without a way to completely word it.
Rather despite every effort and result
so far, seeming to obscure and obliterate
this true flowing of process defines au natural.
Short events of clarity do nothing, in fact calm
by an evocation in spirt that allows evil chaos
to return expanding fully its utopian negations.
Left unattended, forgotten mediocrity rules life
dramatically enough to inspire myths of mystery
while willful resistance is friction making possibility.
The haze of the gaze has my droll drooling now
my mediocrity red line bottoms in short spurts
while the wretched struggle splashes cooler.
This totality worded, leaves that flow, onward.
Impeccable perception reflects pure actions
beyond but bringing magical collaborative unity.
Bits and pieces, kibitz deceives to please us.
All style points awarded and prizes given.
Real men buy better, women win the credit.
Underneath assessments and all contrariness
the flow is everyone’s worst fear imaginable
self words cannot conceive nor understand it.
© 2/24/2005, RJDuberg
Saturday, January 01, 2005
The Wash
He/She sparring repartee always leaves man bloody until he sees and understands he can only be friends with women who already are in love with another, not himself.
Friday, December 31, 2004
Just Once, Revised
Just once, if my entrance here
came instead down chimney
not to steal St. Nick’s thunder
or revenge by grench on appeal.
Arising my spirit cross past’s future
where Santa and Savior live still-life
in the magnificence of the very young
unassumable choice resigns devoured
without hesitation by shadow’s dream
something alive otherwise for light fades.
I would walk through the walls
but that beat been over winter run
Scifi magic itself is sink with a drain
immune to flow of desires passing
but the peddlers’ junk in street
makes Dracula’s Werewolf howl
something our mech of blech
reminders would call merciful.
Shown for the illusion, repetition
generates less in interior’s face
where slumber is destined event
through which shadows abate
while all rescues long await
in a haze while craziness reigns
requests for help form echoes
saviors’ mistake sheers back
way beyond the individual
so that
here
long ago departed
already our arisen shrinking inner
we are stopped by
would stop nothing
itself
a blind self aware light.
© 11/2004 RJDuberg
came instead down chimney
not to steal St. Nick’s thunder
or revenge by grench on appeal.
Arising my spirit cross past’s future
where Santa and Savior live still-life
in the magnificence of the very young
unassumable choice resigns devoured
without hesitation by shadow’s dream
something alive otherwise for light fades.
I would walk through the walls
but that beat been over winter run
Scifi magic itself is sink with a drain
immune to flow of desires passing
but the peddlers’ junk in street
makes Dracula’s Werewolf howl
something our mech of blech
reminders would call merciful.
Shown for the illusion, repetition
generates less in interior’s face
where slumber is destined event
through which shadows abate
while all rescues long await
in a haze while craziness reigns
requests for help form echoes
saviors’ mistake sheers back
way beyond the individual
so that
here
long ago departed
already our arisen shrinking inner
we are stopped by
would stop nothing
itself
a blind self aware light.
© 11/2004 RJDuberg
Thursday, December 16, 2004
~The Teeth of Shadows
The teeth of a shadow
hides certain paralysis
anthropomorphic, it's life.
Wider illumination blinds
my dearest cynic finds
in whiteout by avalanche.
Clear water shady flows
makes moisture lighten </>past and gone, undone.
cycle to cynic crown </>hope drowns thereupon.
hides certain paralysis
anthropomorphic, it's life.
Wider illumination blinds
my dearest cynic finds
in whiteout by avalanche.
Clear water shady flows
makes moisture lighten </>past and gone, undone.
cycle to cynic crown </>hope drowns thereupon.
Saturday, December 11, 2004
Recurrence Records as Resource
I keep a sliver of boards
(others’ have shoes, zen masters
their cranium whackers,
my choices concern the art of surfing
both ocean waves and digital)
to match conditions I find.
It's always been about exploration,
aesthetics, community, celebration,
humor, and effort.
Some planes and surfaces
allow for optimal magnitudes
to be broken,
I cultivate relationships
which support beautiful process
and values, even when I'm selfish
and egocentric I know not to fret
or believe it as life is
much more satisfying when shared
(Buddha farts and all, etc.),
the party rages onward
even if on the exterior all is still,
while I don't always remember
to evoke loud and simple laughter
from the start of an encounter
it never fails to work when I do
to align and ally all those present,
I'm still struggling with effort
however I suffer less unnecessarily
every day I continue to learn...
recurrence records as a resource.
© RJDuberg, 12/11/2004
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Wandering High Too
Full moon craters sun
White marooned even golden
Lazy blue for sky.
A majestic being
Petite feminine living large
Sublime bomb will fly.
© 11/2004, RJDuberg
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
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