Ranch Poem – “set you high, or bring you down”

6/14/06

“set you high, or bring you down”

sometimes I sit around and wear out my eyes
figuratively exposing this blinding life
for what it will and what it should lead to.
b-sides of this awesome group of bards
reaching out with angst, reaching out far

but this strange feeling in my core
will be tapped forevermore, when I concentrate
and reclaim my grasp from a later date
this people will become sensitive to sensitivity
and the irony will play out, to you, you, and me

if only a trip was safe
if only brain loss and traffic didn’t exist
then so many lives would never erase
themselves and leave us with the rest of this

so, my lovers and friends alike
teach yourself over again, and decide what’s the right
place to settle down, and doctrine to follow around.
hear wisdom from an old man’s voice
but understand that it holds all his life’s choice
and can set you high, or bring you down

RwmG

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Ranch Poem – “From the Sea, The Dragon’s Risen”

2/9/2012

“From the Sea, The Dragon’s Risen”

I was born between crazy eights
20th Century Dragon time
crying about Reaganomics
beneath the summer star’s crab sign
Safe and sound atop Levelland
a fire within, the sea in hand

Flood of the imagination
breaking levees of disbelief
I was Ahab I was Skywalker
Home on the range, writing the street
Investigating infinity
Touching the Beat inside of me

Bandana boy in a hurry
majored in overindulgence
Head up my ass, red-lining life
The Lewis Carroll’s mindless torment:
often happy, often unhappy
Embodying the anomaly

The windowsill’s become my home
and I’m forever chasing the Truth
More listening, less saucebox rambling
Evolving quickly out of youth
From the sea, The Dragon’s risen
second movement of a soul mission

-RwmG

"Harmony of Dragons" by Android Jones

“Harmony of Dragons” by Android Jones

Ranch Poem – “Stuffy Struggle”

5/29/14

“Stuffy Struggle”

I meet each green day with a roar
composed of all that’s come before.
The chair I sit in is the lion throne
and it’s the truth I wish to know.

Got a tightening grip on my phone
when that song plays painful and slow.
Long sighing through an arid throat,
I download things I feel and know.

Condemned to the perpetual
insomnia of controlling controls.
Open sky space underneath,
everything calling you at once.

The only clear eyes on the train,
red and puffy are their minds.
They lag and refresh to escape
the hunger beyond hunger’s pain.

In mad sick sniffling smog night,
the girls with their onyx tights and
malachite handbags and garnet boots
are looking for some recognition.
The boys with their kyanite jeans
and ruby ties and tourmaline hoodies
are dodging tradition.

Little children awake past bedtime
act out their Nintendo worlds with
spinning sword slashing leg sweep
combos,battling our lingering
demons too close for us to know.

Heading to where it’s going down,
I’m walking as fast as the clouds.
Streetlights blur into long streams
as I blow words like a puzzle.
Sometimes the syllables fit snug
sometimes its a stuffy struggle.

RwmG

Ranch Poem – “Familiarity”

“Familiarity” 

4/30/13

Familiarity.
Like a warm place to sleep,
it gives the human condition
a little relief.
The artists and tracks we scroll to
on our ‘Droids and ‘Pods.
Well, its often the ones
we’ve heard a thousand times
that we choose to settle upon.
It’s why Home is so appealing,
a place we don’t need to be
anxious, on red alert, questioning.
Hell, it’s even why so many people
are unable to leave a relationship
without everything blowing up
and going to shit.
We style our hair, dress ourselves,
eat, drink, think and act
in simple ways that we know well.
Often change seems like its enemy,
the anthesis of that which comforts us.
The threat of the newness, the revolution,
the shake up all but terrifies most.
No matter if the normal quo is
blatantly, painfully fucked up.
It is in our nature to settle on what we know
and fear what is unknown.

But some escape that primal urge,
some, like us, crave the uncharted,
the undiscovered, the unseen, the unheard
the freaky, strange and wonderfully weird
people, places, sounds, tastes, smells, feels
and moments like
ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
To see things true,
you’ve got to see life as more
than a bunch of comfy, certain days.

RwmG

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Ranch Poem – “The Golden Door of the Future”

6/26/2012

“The Golden Door of the Future”

We are in the midst of vast transitions.
All flawed systems being reconditioned.
A New Mankind coming to fruition.
Waking from a slumber of centuries
to crumbling empires, Broadband anarchy,
and Age-ending Mayan astrology.
We wait for the motion of what’s to come.
Unprecedented possibilities become
the hour when a new clarity is sung.
Our calls for people power won’t let up.
Feeling more evolved as it all builds up.
A status quo slowed world turned right side up.

Some have vowed to illuminate mankind,
unafraid to reveal what one might find
when we combine our hearts with one world’s mind.
Poets are priests of the congregation
seeing spirals of radiant information-
-the language of Truth’s enunciation.
Pioneers and revolutionaries
dance between mediums. Visionaries
inventing tomorrow’s sanctuaries
of sentient soul’s inner awakening.
Promoting profound empathy they sing
about art as a way of wondering.
Listening ceaselessly and focusing.
Those of us who refuse to stop thinking.
Music is ammo for the Reckoning.

There’s an inheritance of evolved love,
Prehistoric harmony’s push and shove.
A call on the origin to rise above.
Boundaries between things disappearing.
No longer out of tune, we are hearing
the living cell that is Earth endearing.
You must be a branching point for break through
Sense premonitions from Machu Picchu.
Grab hold of what is arising in you
and work the essentials of energy.
Outer and inner lives in harmony,
we learn to reflect within constantly.

Human sensitivity is rising.
More and more of us are journalizing.
Realizing as we are modernizing
that the future’s thread is transformed in us
and awareness is our new animus.
Reset the balance of your nucleus
‘cus life is not promised, not guaranteed.
We are pure potential tremendously.
Beyond the similes and vis-a-vis.

We fit ourselves into web frames on walls.
Strengthening personas but all in all,
when the community falls the world falls.
Hollow people gain the world but lose soul.
Bankers and senators hide in foxholes,
but for life’s grief there are no loopholes.
Ego has you convinced that you must fight
day and night against someone else’s right.
Our differences must heal, then we’ll unite.
All are intertwined in rocking delight,
Israelites, Buddhist, Christians, Shiites.
Judgment, shame and blame block out the sunlight.
See through the dark veil of nationalness.
Try so hard to overcome littleness.
Breakdown illusions of separateness.
Gotta protect, border and greet each other.
End self-absorption to serve another.
We’re beckoned to be ONE or the other.

We are a solid crew, an infinite troupe.
No longer will we yearn at dusk on stoops
waiting to be duped by special interest groups.
There is a surge of intention to strive,
to say YES to harmony and revive
the mind to stay hungry to change our lives.
The planet’s energies no longer will
support negative forces, dark and ill.
This is the Great Call, to will your own will.
To cultivate great opportunities,
do not be afraid to speak of unity.
Truth is a stance of the community.
The age of degeneration will end.
The advent of a world in which we mend
the broken order, rebuild and transcend.
Join the conscious movement of history.
Ring out the thousand worlds of old unfree
Ring in the thousand years of peace espirit.
A lasting transformation is at stake.
Gotta communicate to syncopate.
The Golden Door of the Future awaits.
Surrender briefly to uncertainty.
Wake up with a dream in your eyes and see,
we create the 21st Century.

RwmG

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