Floating Mattress
Night drips
The taps are open
I strain to hear
The message they sing
Humming
From inside my head
Or a sound of the earth
The turning brings
Yes, confused
Between the turmoil of awakening
Or the fear
Of a sleep of forever
I have left, myself
So many times before
Not knowing where to look
In my identity’s sever
Am I always in the mirror
Seeing the white streaks
Crawling over my face
Masking my exploration
So, I rinse my memories
Of who I was
Or who I think I am
And visit my current station
Taking steps
seemingly disconnected
but strangely not, as they create
beneath me, an escalator
inspired by the free spirit
and those on the brink of madness
seeing humour in tears
and pathos in laughter
so I venture into wise-cracking
and even attempt wit
finding vivid truth
and playful athletic verse
certainly sleep dissipates
or at least my perception
as waking hours are bumbled
with sleeping, with thinking’s curse
the mind is free
but life is not
so the parable of this dichotomy
is only to survive
so I take the lid
off my life
seeing Hammett’s works
and thank God that I am alive
DeaBeePea 6-26-19
What Am I Doing Here?
I cannot recall the process
that got me here
I was confused
along the way
and I don't recall
when my hair went grey
it was quite a while ago
when my kids were at play
I have moved twenty-three times
so it is a wonder
that I even know where I am
as I sit here and articulate
but phone calls and emails
place me here
setting my agendas
as my memory ablates
but the actual decision
to be here now
is a kind of blur
that leaves me awash
as my gill-like breath
gurgles and bleeps
looking for answers
as my words form a splosh
my dog-paddle through life
amidst my silly bark
has been rather amusing
despite the aimless piddle
the one thing that I know
is that I'm here for now
and don't feel like moving
to make a new riddle
I have seen no signals
of physical movement in space
so I think I'll relax
and avoid a new place
DeaBeePea 6-24-19
Voice
this forest of voices
by the horsehair stroke
the storyteller
and melody's cloak
waterproof from hate
and basking in walls
and out on the street
where sunshine falls
each thought, my day
basks in this glory
of lessons in love
and patient's allegory
the whys and hows
that challenge our brow
and trembles our hands
as we dare to avow
This transparent charge
and dramatic flair
opens our eyes
to hearts so fair
so take your passion
and render it light
to blend with the pigments
that colour you bright
Oh yes, it is true
this place is as beautiful
as our thoughtful images
songs so dutiful
prolonging our hope
and searing our distrust
the noise is music
and our grateful lust
DeaBeePea 6-23-19
Capitalism
dribbling down the court of injustice
throwing disgust at a basket
manufactured with arrogance
a key that no one can hold
pressing and defending
which way will we go
a tightrope walk between protection
and a desire to be bold
can we form a team
that will fight against the forces
crippling our freedom
and laughing at our simplicity
Does it take millions
of cruel and destructive dollars
to build a team
that scores the points of insignificant synchronicity
what a useless waste
of building and smashing
when the final victory
only takes humble understanding
our lens must be adjusted
to focus on the heart
real pain and real joy
and all the in-between notwithstanding
do we relish the glamour
of wealth and victory
when all it is, is fleeting
and a toy of tactical campaign
let's gather and hug
looking into each other's eyes
celebrating the miracle
of love, and its forever reign
DeaBeePea 6-14-19
My Salt
The astronomical challenge
Waking up each day
Amidst the planetary wilderness
And is currently at play
My mind in orbit
The rings around my head
My on gravity… imagination
With the moon still on my bed
The vibrating lithosphere
Is making me dance
As if on hot coals
Musical properties enhanced
The mercury is rising
Yes, I’m feeling the heat
Self-appointed pressure
As I take my ergonomic seat
I am two-thirds ocean
Waving to distant thoughts
Wondering where time has gone
Trying to join the dots
After a milky-way morning
I reach a comfort zone
Familiarity and routine
In its erratic silly drone
But yes, there is love in this
Seeing this miraculous float
An atmosphere with fairy-dust
A white and fluffy moat
The ebb-tide
exposing star-fish desert
with plucky pungence
in anxious blurt
The spin is all there is
No beginning, no end
Not even death
In this wild and woolly wend
So tomorrow, and after
Will be the same old story
But, a reason to rejoice
In all its hopeless glory!
DeaBeePea 6-11-19
OTHERS
friends
and lovers
so close to you
you come and go
sifting by
smiling
happy
to be around
but still you are one
in spirit
and mind
then
one day
both agree
time to part
but
what is unknown
it is now
the day to join
no longer entities
before
no need to understand
just laughter and play
but now
the message has come
to
understand
and live
within
each other
glory
respect
faith
infinte peace
DeaBeePea 6-12-19
Nonsense Poetry
Chili Pancakes
the pigs are hunting
the truffles running scared
apple pie a la mode
I might just explode
hot sunny days
arriving in June
wine and cheese
I'm ready to sneeze
political arguments
and mathematical philosophy
my head is spinning
and patience thinning
madness some say
realization to others
that the end is near
so we must inherit fear
milkweed demands
and special roses
single-use plastics
and ignorant bombastics
reviewing monarchs
with butterfly dreams
using insect spray
and avoiding the fray
infinite Facebook friends
emails galore
dandelion suggestions
and nasal congestion
undone shoelaces
and holey socks
reoccurring zits
and cherries with pits
dirt in the leeks
and browning bananas
too many books
and falling out hooks
blackflies and bugs
and filthy rugs
attractive females
and over-filled gaols
lots of wine
almost out of beer
flat-tired bikes
and nature hikes
writing to edit
and thoughts to put down
between the dishes
and filleting fishes
I love you all
who read this drivel
you have noteworthy forbearance
and ethical transparence
DeaBeePea 6-8-19
The Deadly Hand
The beaches
In their wake
Memories waving goodbye
As Tidal Feuds cry
.45-caliber echoes
Pounding our heads
No one knows why
But our anger, recognized
Desensitization
Does it really exist?
A shell of resistance
To anger's loaded persistence
A thousand bullets
Reverberate
Blazing past the oaks
A borderline bar and grill
Squirrel Hill's stricken family
Climbing The tree of Life
A Colt-AR 14, and three Glock .357
Shattered hopes of eleven
The bills that never carry
Too heavy for the avarice
That triggers immortal evil
And plants the OK seed
Where is the poison
That tampers with this power
Killing the we care lies
That wealth so partially implies
What is right to carry
And this Black Rifle theme
Gutless Caste Doctrines
And NFA inclusions
It seems, I speak sadly
And farcically
That the victims must exceed
Those makers of legal greed
Will it take a crying nation
Flooded with despair
Before a trickle of blood
Is used as social medicine
Bump stocks
Leading over a winding road
1100 rounds
Of NRAish raped lazar sounds
Protest day and night
As we hear the growing voices
Killing off the hopelessness
Of futures dying days
DeaBeePea 6-2-19
The Challenge of Love
Does it matter
Retribution
This instinctive rage
Pointing fingers
Blame
Wanting victory out of hate
Can we help this
As we see this cowardice
And evil stampede
Of wealthy feet
Burying hope
A convincing fate
Is there a chance to win
If we wield persecution
Thinking of words
Ignorant, arrogant, avaricious
Taking simplicity
To its barest root
How can we look
The other way
And love our fellow man
Everyone
Regardless of human status
Praying in depute
Each soul is pure
In the theory of God
But we wonder
As we walk through the mud
Should we tote our sword
In defense of dignity
A daily process
Of encouragement and honesty
Practicing goodwill
Faith and intelligence
Our own planet of love
To cure our malignity
DeaBeePea 5-25-19
Between
Do I have the wings
To journey
Between heaven and earth
In this perilous flight
It is not the sky
Or the universe
But another place
In hidden souls
It is found
In love and forgiveness
Acceptance
Humanity’s kite
Nourishment
From hungry passion
Sipping
From curious bowls
Are these pinions growing
Or has the greyish dust
of cynicism
Joined with fear
Is the heavy air
Too much for my weakness
Voiding my passport
To glorious peace
I suspect that hope
And angelic gifts
Spring new seeds
Bringing cheer
And everlasting youth
Going to virgin lands
With a rebirth of song
Where melodies never cease
DeaBeePea 12-13-19
Leaning
Once high and mighty
The branches are bowing
Laden with snow
In winter’s prayer
Kissing the ground
In chilly peril
A shadow of white
In silent glare
The weight of time
Will tell this story
The end unsure
Of December’s glory
DeaBeePea 12-12-19
This Side of Fire
In heated orbit
Our souls see the flame
Not knowing
From where or when
Are we under the coals
Starting this holocaust
Or breathing the smoke
Exhaling what we can
Is this a tempest
Of inner mind
Or a smouldering flare
Of outward attack
Are we the carcass
For an oven’s duty
Testing our resistance
To future’s black
Can we extinguish
This perpetual conflagration
Or is it commencement
For newer dreams
Time and space
Acting beyond us
Telling us a scintillating tale
In tropical reams
Combustible energy
Laughing at our innocence
And laughable futility
Of conquering mission
Our reward is tomorrow
Where we might not be
Leaving our home
Of destructive fission
DeaBeePea 12-11-19
People Evolution
Where or when
In my hermit mind
Passing through yes and no
Insecurity’s fire
Needs and wants
Responds to cries
Nourishment
Ignorance in mire
Attention and observation
This growing pull
Awareness and conclusion
For vanity’s tempt
And as we orbit
This larger world
We see the images
No longer exempt
The log cabin
And quiet lake
A paradise for the soul
That is pine-needle soft
But we also consider
The fate of obscurity
And our own distrust
Of our selfish loft
And we come back to love
With its furious cry
And speak the words
Of survivals voice
Resignation’s letter
Is not accepted
As I ponder humanity’s miracle
And make the ultimate choice
DeaBeePea 12-11-19
Colonialism
An ongoing grab
A cycle of greed
All distant relatives
Of obstacled office
The reward is lost
From the hired slave
To the white-collared face
Of empty hospice
The escape is unwieldy
Of assorted traps
and stereotypical names
of stratified class
the beginning ignored
in history’s favour
of recent invasion
with wealth to amass
an exploitation
of sacred land
and immortal heritage
of a shoestring past
This mighty pyramid
That trickles down
With sneaky smiles
And fortunes amassed
I am a colony
From layers of deceit
But have found the paths
Of human song
Lyrics that stop
this pillaging kingdom
with united hearts
from a thankful throng
DeaBeePea 12-9-19
TRUTH
A voice called: Testify the hope within you
Give slaves their rightful land
Leave your children of laws evil hold, behind
Believing that all will right
Henceforth, she rescued her battered son
From the clutches of evil captains
The first to win this battle
Over the landowners barbaric blight
The voice called again: The spirits call you
You still must go
To preach of abolition
And give pacifisms tolerant prayer
Working in all endeavours
From livestock to a factory of silk
She cried "I sell the shadow to support the substance"
In her speech of feminist dare
“Ain’t I a woman?”
Was her rallying call
I need not be helped over ditches
She spoke with much-unnoticed voice
Our rights, for the benefit of the whole creation,” she said
not only the women, but all the men
on the face of the earth, for they were the mother of them
aren’t all of God’s own choice?
In her usual whimsy
She opens, “Children, I have come here like the rest of you
to hear what I have to say.
And there is no need to laud
Were the Conventions full of mobbish opponents
Or were the faces beaming with joy and gladness
Truth herself declares not one discordant note
No one to silence her sacred prod
Religion without humanity
is very poor human stuff, she says
I know and do what is right
better than many big men of book
I have plowed and planted
and gathered into barns,
let no man lead me
with my sharp but gentle hook
Nobody helps me any best place.
Man has his own rights
And women's’ too
And he keeps them all to himself
I look up, at the same stars
And the same moon
But for my brothers and sisters
So far from oneself…
DeaBeePea 11-29-19
Faith or Knowledge
the dilemma
of Antonius Block
alive in many a soul
as I devour my self-image
Is it a must?
to speak to Death
and make demands
while on my final trek
am I at war?
with those of nihilistic dreams
each step such a burden
in my bold and heartless scrimmage
the confession
is rather startling
looking at that pale face
a feeble but menacing wreck
the flutist and juggler
perform before the crowd
as I am submerged in humility
as my anger begins to grow
the controversy of the cross
laid down upon the soiled land
tired and despised
the prayers and taunts in consent
the answer lies in truth
and a game of strategic skill
the blood rushing to your hand
to make a move of know
This facsimile of strength
defies the power of faith
ensuring Death a victory
the King in denials assent
DeaBeePea 11-22-19