Ranch Poem – “There Is Just So Much”

2/17/14

“There Is Just So Much” 

There is just so much. So much text. So much thought. So much images. So much tracks. So much tabs open. So much electricity surging. So much new episodes. So much unread emails. So much new connections. So much individuality. So much following. So much liking. So much variation on these themes and memes and electric sheep dreams. So much burgeoning and elastic extremes. So much confusing the Gonzo. So much pushing against that which pushes us against what we want to push against. So much reading into text messages wondering what she really meant. So much instagrams. So much insta-waste-of-time. So much insta-enlightenment. So much sight. So much retina display light. So much late nights. So much snow. So much money, time, dignity, brain optimization to blow. So much pressure in the nose. So much release and solace in digitizing our prose. So much forgetting a global perpetual, out-of-sight out-of-mind war.  So much more.  So much of this pop culture I ignore. So much rebooting of an entheogenic ethos of the new identity.  So much forgetting that which we are experiencing and participating in. So many nostalgias as I watch the streetlights of this modern and well paved superhighway blur violently by me as I stand in awe, and sometimes fear.

RwmG

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Ranch Poem – “Roar”

9/27/10

Roar

Midday sun rays drop through the open window
onto uneven bursts and streams of water.
Opalescent rainbow mist is created
by a chance combination of elements.
Nature meets petty human agency,
the juxtaposed joy of a mystic vision!
To exhibit this fleeting masterpiece
and have patrons join me in the shower…naked!
We are meant to serve art, serve creation
and EXPLODE from it and EXPLODE as it.
Like the mist, art is not always so thoughtful.
True beauty exists in community.
Talking with Dizzy I notice a change,
our fellows breaking habits to be brave.
Going alone. Always accident prone.
Escape irrevocable decisions,
discover real life in death of derision.
Find love instead of money, power and trouble.
We welp out loud in our sleep, our dog dreams.
A darkened desired for a light unseen.
We fear this blinding reality of ours.
How do we choose from this bag of tricks?
How do we know which news is good and bad?
They think day to day as we wait for tomorrow.
Soon our technology may create us.
But only a soul can experience depression,
feel the Blues and write “Sophisticated Lady.”
Where is Twain and Ginsburg when we read them?
They scream at us from Kindles and touch screens.
Sure is hard to watch raw, old ways fade.
Traditionalists make the best progress,
don’t be so quick to not grow from yesterday.
Gödel’s theorems exist throughout nature
in swirling survival matter and soul growth.
Do not be afraid of your own art.
Roar and make a sad world a paradise.

-RwmG

Ranch Poem- “seulaV sdrawkcaB”

6/29/10

seulaV sdrawkcaB

Does strange mean suspicious?
Install a conformity widget
and tap on your status seeking app.
All about who wants this and
who wants that?

We watch as our brothers and sisters
live without work, foreclose and beg.
The Ipad sold out while luxury thrives.
Panhandlers and oily senators.
Who’s dirtier on the inside?

Every head and hipster can
show off, slack off, get off
on right, wrong and green.
Driving down paths more
wired and obscene.

We broaden our horizons,
experience more, run away faster.
We travel far, hyper-connect and
power metropolis by crippling
our Earth with our Energy disasters.

-RwmG