Let’s Get it On

I tear at the very fabric of society

With claws of steal

I pull asunder all that is deemed holy

I respect humanity

But not its false Gods

Not its false constructs

I rip apart the rules that constrict

I venerate what gives life and succor

I am the superman of unconventionality

I spit huge phlegm-filled wads directly in the eye

Of constricting, stifling, creativity-killing defenders of repression

I punch grab and kick

At all attempts to define morality

I call a fatwa on

All socially conservative puritanical defenders 

Of lust killing Old Testament-thumping

God-fearing prudes

I hail and cheer on

All harmless fun loving lovers of love and life

Entangling their bodies in pure unadulterated rapture

Knowing ecstasy

Let us shun the oppressors 

Ands their naked attempts to stop naked attempts

To explore physical love

We can do better people

Let’s

Let’s get it on!

The Season of Reward

Cheering throngs on grandstands of ecstasy

The clamoring and crowing resounding forever

Strangers are now beloved companions

Joining in rapturous dances of glee

It started with...

The white ball soaring heavenward

Awestruck at capricious fortunes

Dripping sweat

Tension toying with every fiber

Relief at the end of the day

But another comes

And another

A parade of days

The bitter bile and the sweet honey alternate

As laughter mixes with tears

Dust flying swirling men twirling

Balls out of reach if only just

Arms like rocket boosters

Churning legs desperate to get to the next destination

Angry disputes with spittle flying 

Wizened whiskered men directing the young

Long thin lumber swung like a might wand

Trying to defy the whip like curving balls

All the action and tumult interrupted by periods of tedium

Victors and vanquished

Still it is the mighty cry that resonates

For sometimes final rewards are bestowed

The grandeur fully realized as one collection of players stands alone

Love for the team is unrequited no more

Bliss that extends to the end of our days

Seasons worth of disappointment forgotten

Rewarded at last

It happens

Cheering throngs celebrate

Our lads are Gods!

All is Possible

I saw a crimson trail of nothing

Peaking out of the deep blue sky

Significant of differences that are never felt

All those clouds of energy

Are waiting to burst

Raining down on us the gift of life

Be ready to receive and then to give

There is so much to be done

We cannot stop

No waiting

Progress, hope, wrapped together

Like the tail at the end of yesterday

Needing to be grabbed

Give

Dream always even if just for a moment

Entertain your fantasies before dealing with the realities

It can get mighty dark here 

Be the light

The bright shining truth obscuring the twisted messages

Be the change you wish to promote

You just need to look up and acknowledge the truth

That is wrapped within the stars and a shining moon

On a cold autumn night

In the deepest recesses of your quiet hungry mind

If you do that

You are with God

The Best Advice

“He was beginning to feel that it was not truth that men live for -- the creative men -- but for falsehood. - from Look Homeward, Angel by Thomas Wolfe.

Your imagination will never let you down

Give it room to breath

Let it play

It will be your guide to amazing people and places

The best times of your life

Don’t get bogged down in reality

Don’t get bogged down by your supposed sanity

You can fly

You can swim the oceans

You can explore the solar system

But you must remember the rules: there are no rules

No restrictions apply

No laws govern your actions

No precedents have been set

You are ungoverned by dictates or councils of elders

You are unencumbered

And nothing is numbered (unless you want it to be)

Have faith in yourself

Trust that part of your mind that is wild and free

Your feral self

Mentally you must:

Can can

Boogie

Watusi

Calypso

Twist

Lindy Hop

Samba

Flamenco

Rumba

Tango

Jitterbug

Merengue

Shimmy

Hell, you can even waltz if you want to

Just tell yourself what to do

And do it!

The Truth About Facts

Hey you:

The precise cold hard facts

The minutia and details

The fine print

The irrefutable empirical evidence

The verified

The statistically proven

The well established

Widely known

Accepted

The inarguable

Tested shown over and over again to be the case

You, all of you

It is to you I speak

Your greatness crumbles, tumbles and comes to nothing

In the face of

A song

A poem

A novel

A dance

Yes, the merest couplets or littlest ditty

Or shortest short story

Have infinite power 

The wonderfully prosaically crush all opposition

Except, of course, for the kiss

And even the hug is mightier

The act of love superior

But the creative imagination

And tender affection

Reveal more about our lives

Than you can begin to fathom

They tell more about our world

Then you’ll ever know

Nice try facts, you have your place

Sometimes you can be added up to comprise truth

More often your uses are limited

It is art and love that reign supreme

In any heaven on this earth

I’m sure you understand

Champions

My Giants

You beauties

Behold your black and orange splendor

You are a great love

Memories stretching back to childhood

Mays, McCovey, Marichal and my first favorite

Cap Peterson

Cap Peterson?

Windy, cold Candlestick Park a hellish landscape for baseball

But my heroes played there

I braved it all to root them on

A child, a teen, a young man

Middle aged, married

With children

On to a new ballpark

A baseball palace

Still more frustration but no loss of love for this team

Finally a special group

Pitching so bewitching

Hitting most timely

A crafty manager making all the right moves

No bluster

Just Buster

No pain

Matt Cain

And the boss

Cody Ross

Someone tough

Aubrey Huff

No cryin’

Thanks to Brian

And him, oh him

Mighty Tim

Champs at last

What a blast

Glory glory 

A great great story

He Yet Lives

He was a great frown of a man

Tired

Tall gaunt uninterested

Like a long ship becalmed

He drooped ceaselessly

Unaffected by love he would greet each day lazily

Melancholy

Swayed to an inner rhythm with no beat

Perturbed by silences

Except his own

Curling into seats listening without hearing

Critical of others cares

Possessive of his own

Selfish

Clinging always to habit

Eschewing innovation

He was a pillar of mediocrity

Solid citizen

Bill paying voting recycling taxpayer

Hated bothering about any

Drained of intellectual curiosity by public schools and TV

He was a towering inferno of vacuity

American