Poem: The Ordo Templi Orientis (OTO)

As a child
I spent time
with the OTO;
A "Great Magickal Society
of Occultists."

Oh, how I must have rankled them.
In being the youngest
adjunct by far
a light was cast
on their own immaturity.

I thought them so wise
then
with lofty aims and goals.

But now that I am grown
I see them
in a different light.
Their petty nefariousness
shines to me now
I even see malice
disguised as good tidings
and possibly
Evil
which word I use
not lightly.

Maturity can be a noose
made of light and love.
Every aware
of traps and snares
and schemes
from up above.

Poem: Cunning Pain

Pain is hard to see,
in the beautiful.

Would I rather be ugly
and pain free?
It's hard to say.

Working with others
in worse state than me
I forget about my pain
for a moment.

Cunning how that works.

Poem: Poenix, Arizona

Another day in hell.
Arizona is a third world country.
Complete with crowded buses
screaming babies
crime
and death from the heat.

I've never seen
an uglier part of America.
I don't know if it's the times
or if it has always been this way.
But it doesn't really matter.
I can't now imagine
a worse place.

Mexico can be bad.
It's a better bad, though,
because there is no pretense
of being good.

I smile to know
I am leaving.
And no matter what happens
in my next port
it will seem
like heaven
when I remember the city
of Phoenix.

Poem: Freedom

Flying into the
wide open future
little plans
or means.
Exciting, hopeful
fearful, good
better than
the same old thing.

What will happen?
Time will tell
this I know;
That Chance
is swell.

So raise the flag
and soar the sails
let loose the Anchor
and never let go
of Freedom!

Poem: Medical Issues

I have
Medical Issues
which keep me from being free
chained to
pills, doctors
and Pain.
my life feels
not my own.
When will I be
free in the world?

To travel unhindered
my dearest wish.

I remember the days
of my health.
I wandered far, yes
but not far enough
I fear.

Why, dear Lord,
and I hindered?

Poem: To Be Loved

I do not need to
"have them."
To look is
lovely
enough.

What difference
between
squeezing a breast
and having one
pressed against you
in affection?

"Ownership" is a
Curse
of our world
illusion
where things
"must be our own."

To be loved
and to love

for me
this is
enough.

Poem: Ghost Feelings

This feeling comes over
like a ghost
in a graveyard
Sadness
at the freyed ends
of a rope
the battle is over
no use
in trying to change
the past strategy

The moment is now
and it is all
that should concern me

God is with me
in the now
all I need
is here

Though sometimes there is
Sadness
it passes like the night
and the sun
rises
again.