Thyme and Time Again

POETRY

The Shower Sage

I contemplate the Will to Power
 While standing wet here in the shower

The only time and place where I
 Can let the neurons flow — I’m dry

Free Will

The moment shines upon the mirror ball
 Of memory, those little lights a part
 Of what was woven in our neural flows
 That build us into who we believe
 We are and rationalized — story we
 Tell ourselves from all these fragments, all
 We edited, revised, the flows we chart,
 The paradoxes where creation grows…

Spring Rain

Behold the Spring
 The dewy rain
 Makes voices sing
 Befogs the brain

The Birth of Continents

Subduction zones, where up and down’s the same,
 Where land thrusts up, earthquakes leveling homes,
 Where lava rises from volcanic domes,
 Are where the Earth prefers to kill and maim.

The Black Hole

Darkling light, the deep black hole,
 Darker than the blackest coal,
 Bends to singularity
 Space and time with density,
 Spinning galaxies, so bright,
 Holding all the stars in sight.

Emotional Energy

I think I want to join the flow of you,
 The Mississippi brings together land
 And streams across America, the true
 Of science helping us to understand.

Against the Tribe

The darkling water vortexed down 
 To drag me to the sea’s abyssal plain — 
 I fear, so certain I will drown,
 That every person is my family’s bane.

A Day With You

I want to spend a day with you
Without our kids without our worries
I simply to sit and hold 
You in my arm all of our hurries

Why We’re Where We Are

It all began with Archduke Ferdinand.
The war that caused the Germans to send Lenin
To Russia, hoping revolution would
Take Russia from the war. It did. The cost
Was millions dead from his and Stalin’s rule.
For Germany the outcome was the same:
Defeat and retribution that would make
The…

America: A Prophesy

What happens when the wealth is gone, is spent
 Because we all buy the wrong metaphors?
 We give the world democracy through wars
 And live it up on what the future’s lent.

Transcendence

Descending from the mountains, down the plain,
Into the valley, I have found a cave
To live in and to contemplate my pain
And joy, the love and strife designed to save

Courtly Love

Oh loving troubadours, you brought us love,
The love we know, to birth — a love of death — 
From fairyland and from Medieval minds
Brought modern man to life. And me, my love.

Reborn

I am anointed by the dews that flow
From you — you raise me up,
You bring me to myself and make me know
Myself as I drink from your cup.

Whatever Happens

Whatever happens, I’ll love you — I’ll hold
You in my heart as ore grips tightly gold.
I cannot dream a world without you — cold
Steel is the world where we would not grow old.

The Limits of My Language

A single bird upon the wire
A final flickering fading fire
A white upreaching Catholic spire
And you alone all I desire

POETRY

Flows

The streams all flow to rivers flowing out
 To delta trees into the ocean waves
 As flows of trade converge and then flow out
 Creating networks. Each of these flows saves

POETRY

The Constructal Law

The world is a tree
We are rooted, branching out
Just go with the flow

Made, And Made Anew

The stones are worn with even, weary waves — 
 The ships are rusting by the rotting dock
 That constitutes their cold, collective graves — 
 As weather runs down every object’s clock.
 I look at you, your each new crease and gray — 
 The sand swirls, eddies up around your feet
 With waves…

Lost Girl

She had the words. She knew she had the words.
They forested her, dimmed the light. Her limbs
Spread, palms outstretched to block her movement. She
Had no idea which way to go. She cut
The roots, expecting she would float away -
She tumbled, crushed the touch-me-nots. Brown seeds
Shot out from curling pods…

POEM

Bureaucrats

The
Prick
Slipped hard
Into the
Soft flesh. Blood dripped thick,
Attracting leeches to the shard.
The leg grew red and quick, permanently weak and marred.

Pattern Break

Wind
Waved
Gold grass
Bushes broke
Parting prediction
Made men move mysteriously
Lions leading lithely laid low lyrical lovers

Under Each Mask A Mask

The mask is made to hide the face
 It can be used to hide disgrace
 To cover beauty with black lace

The mask allows you to be true
 And say in safety all that you
 Do really think would love to do

The River Maps of Hercules

To break with common thinking you
Can’t be afraid to be a little wrong
To realize the real as true
You must fight Hercules and be more strong

Hermosa

The wave runs fore
And frictionless until
It meets the shore
It rises to a spill
In changing amplitude and space
An ever-moving hill
Before which quick sandpipers chase
The waves that stir their food upon the shore
Beneath the foamy fractal lace
That in their power will
Create destroy this fractal place
A…