Ranch Poem – “The Heartwood”

12/28/11

“The Heartwood”

The damp leaves of autumn cling to our soles
some are torn apart, trying to keep hold
I see this distance between
our deepest desires are these diametric wholes

Memories crash like waves on me incessantly
I’m trying to revive their matrices
I’ve seen my past clearer than ever
friends passed on and I’m dreaming about eternity

Seven billion worlds, wondering what to choose
Fate is but a fruit tree, hollow and used
I don’t know any end for suffering
I’m bruised, unseen by others and unfelt by you

Feel like you’re missing something that’s right there
Your night falls your mind stalls eclipsed by fear
We are sensitive satellites
Composing twin universes more dark than clear

These blue veins branch our like hidden rivers
thawing beneath a life reconsidered
My focal length is forever forward
No pinwheel of death diagnosis will wither

Shortest way between us is a curved tree
It’s our successful search for symmetry
Just touch that dimension inside
Meet me in The Heartwood, have faith in awakening

RwmG

 

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Ranch Poem – “Conditions of Eden”

7/3/2011

“Conditions of Eden”

I hope that I continue to write
til I’m old and gray
but if that someday comes early
when my pen runs eternally dry
I know that I will continue to write poesy
in some celestial formless paradise
and post posthumously upon some
cosmic Facebook page
for all sentient beings.
Boundless sunshine shall light
the clouds that I will
write on like primordial paper.
Where creation is spontaneous
and everyone and everything participates.
As I was always one soul in life
we become several after.
Passing through opalescent gate
I shed suffering skin
no need for nervous system.
Escaping the anxiety of living in time
I join the life stream tributaries.
Blood becomes rain, the sun the only heart
rays beat upon my true face
and peace is finally forever.
It is not the peace that the world gives
but peace adamant and amaranthine
as the universe itself.
In this axis mundi cosmos collective
I wake endlessly in no time.
No longer do I move to a temporal rhythm
but the music of life is as beautiful as ever
a mandolin and cello and a piano trio
plays it for me
as my earthly lifetime translates
into a splinter of the infinite deity.
Absolute knowing is nice
(now I understand what the thunder said)
There isn’t much to write about here though.
Nothing to learn, nothing to be wrong about.
But creativity is a need illimitable
even in postmortem, it is revered.
Playing whist with Walt and Waldo
discussing the multitudes manifested
and how to embrace the non-moment
as Odin the God of Poetry.

RwmG

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Ranch Poem – “Fall and Rise”

2/18/11

Fall and Rise

Walking freely on the streets
Seems oddly precious for the first time.
Typing with cold and bare hands
I think of these lives then think of mine.

How fortunate I have been through it all.
But I could use some Spring time, since ill be gone.
The pavement and snow piles sparkle.
But I push the budding trees to hurry.

A crowded world, crowded jails, crowded ideas.
But there is still so much distance between us.
Some prefer to rise while others fall.
I wish there was a place for us all.

Some never stand up.
Others are one and done.
We will fall and rise
until we remain in heaven.

The powerful keep stealing under
The guise of saviors and governors.
But these social networks expand faster than any empire or caucus.
Love and creativity treated as a joke.
What is wealth when a world is broke?

Some never stand up.
Others are one and done.
We will fall and rise
until we remain in heaven.

As the eye blinks the mind travels miles
And yet so many remain stuck still.
They shake down our schools and unions, as they always have.
But the student and worker can no longer pay elitist debts.
Type, write and act more, think less.

RwmG

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Ranch Poem – “What a Dame”

6/11/2011

“What a Dame”

Poetry is a beautiful woman
in a long dress
that takes care of me
She is a wealth of knowledge and memories
A helpful heartache
a muted muse
that inspires me to exist eternally
with every stanza of her being
I am devoted to her cause
as she cultivates
fields of words
and bluebonnets which I sow
I know much about her
but am always surprised
by the variations
in her lines, in her eyes
She doesn’t pluck easy prescriptions from her purse
She can’t block me or unfriend me
She is not afraid to not comprehend me
She has no ex-boyfriends, ex-husbands
or unhealthy relationships to hide from me
Although, in no way is she
exclusively my own
She is with me
While I’m alone
What a dame

RwmG

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Ranch Poem – “Lightening Love”

3/25/11

Lightening Love

I look back to another time.
My days spent ashamed
of the meager family money I was using.
The hustle cash I was blowing like Monopoly money.
I knew the value of working hard,
but I wanted excess time to rage, to medicate.
Naive freedom and heady social status
compelled me to scale out another bag.

And I wouldn’t dare pursue a realistic romantic relationship-
-the kind with dinner dates, nice trips, or extra toothbrushes.
The trips I took, the food I’d eat, the rum I’d drink
was all in someway embarrassing and desperate
enough for one (me).

I only had two hands.
My right was busy with Boston University.
My left was busy with the game.
Love was a turn of the torso.

Close friends and roommates
are wonderful and supportive and comforting.
But they don’t give you butterflies.
They aren’t the same to watch a movie with.
You can’t expect them to always rub your feet.
They don’t form the apex of physical and emotional love.
A growing friendship is not a blooming romance.

I’ve met women that I love, that excite and inspire me.
And we connect together physically.
But I could not realistically exist as their counterpart,
live together, spend holidays with them, travel to meet them.
I could only text them or find muted comfort in social networking.

This was true as I was poor and ignorant,
a young Texan putting on a show.
This was true as I was strung out and
moving more and more drugs to live and eat-
any excess money wasn’t really mine at all.
This was true as I spent the last year
confused, angry and ashamed at my mistakes.
Disassociated with some in their addictions,
Disassociated with others for my crime.

Now, as I feel like I can live a life that suits me,
I can be proud that I am transparent.
My family and friends trust me.
But I am being punished by the system, truly.
They don’t care if you are rehabilitated.
Alone for what they say may be eighteen months,
letters and visits aside, I have a past to think about.
A past filled with lightning love
and I’m not excited about it.

RwmG

Ranch Poem – “Up to You”

3/16/11

Up to You

What does it mean to be an expert?
Living is being lost, yet we need them
to quiet our fears, stroke our beards.
The Ring of Fire and reactors on fire
rage to no one’s comprehension.
The people trade change for cost,
pulling the wool themselves and
planning their posthumous ascension.

Diverging plates and morals
make our world’s axis askew.
As regimes and Ipads upgrade,
our dreams change too.

We hear the news on repeat,
Charlie Sheen’s tweets
and somebody’s private sobs.
Only us freaks hear the music,
hear our fellow beings’ souls
and know they are cheering.

I want beautiful music and new
thoughts to leak from our headphones
unto the ears of everyone.
Humanitarian aid. The Faceless Fifty,
the oblivious gurus on every corner.
Competition and fighting is a waste of time.
We must give for no personal return.

The universe may not exist.
The violent crust may always shift.
The dark side may persist.
But all we experience may just
be as perfect as it gets.
It is up to you to.

RwmG

Ranch Poem – “Fall and Rise”

2/18/11

Fall and Rise

Walking freely on the streets
Seems oddly precious for the first time.
Typing with cold and bare hands
I think of these lives then think of mine.

How fortunate I have been through it all.
But I could use some Spring time, since I’ll be gone.
The pavement and snow piles sparkle.
But I push the budding trees to hurry.

A crowded world, crowded jails, crowded ideas.
But there is still so much distance between us.
Some prefer to rise while others fall.
I wish there was a place for us all.

Some never stand up.
Others are one and done.
We will fall and rise
until we remain in heaven.

The powerful keep stealing under
The guise of saviors and governors.
But these social networks expand faster than any empire or caucus.
Love and creativity treated as a joke.
What is wealth when a world is broke?

Some never stand up.
Others are one and done.
We will fall and rise
until we remain in heaven.

As the eye blinks the mind travels miles
And yet so many remain stuck still.
They shake down our schools and unions, as they always have.
But the student and worker can no longer pay elitist debts.
Type, write and act more, think less.

RwmG

Ranch Poem – “The Fringes of Purpose”

2/6/11

“The Fringes of Purpose”

If sight is what I am longing
to reach, upon the fringes of purpose,
failing to resist the huddling palms, than
a piece, if not the hole, feeds a whole
bit of ego, a far feast of buried peace.

The ice fell without warning.
A radiating heat lamp silently warming,
lights loosely the loose leafs
that hold to protect these nerves.

48 hours recorded, no longer pained
by the wandering shortage of a longing
to mortgage off my fibers and
fears. Two tongues wrapped in beer
wear and stare down opposing
loves-such a hunch is clear. A taut
pull on one’s lifeline won’t capsize,
don’t realize. Crabby time. Concepts
of swine.

I will push. place. and know Mine.
The honest words of darkened hope
will change by nature.
Those who would prod have
yet to know their own will. Have never
laid upon pure intent, never shed
river-wide volumes over dollars spent,
never rolled over relentlessly.

The ice left at the sight
of a flaming desire for instantaneous might.
Much of a memory isn’t stored safely,
but the gravedigger should be laid off.

RwmG