Poem Without a Title

Cantos XXXI to LX


Section V


Canto XXXI

sometimes remembering
is a work of pure fiction
the one is not the other
and the other is not the one
the spice is not the substance
but the imagination
shellack upon the bedpost
where the bed creaks 
with energy
but not emergency
hope springs eternal
not just in the nail
but also in the hammer
both are necessary for the conflilgration
blood that mingles with water
into wine...
free the swine
and the lotus land will be visited
not just here or there
but everywhere

kjg


Canto XXXII

the lotus opens
to gather
like a telescope
the sky


kjg


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Canto XXXIII

civilization began
with  mace smashing
a captive's skull
it will end with a mace
smashing a captive's skull
not with a wimper
but a bang

kjg 421pm 1 may 2016

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Canto XXXIIII

i am lost in a haze of 
resolution
they came and went
came and went
came again
it was and will forever be
an endless haunting
no ghost is a peaceful entity
and no castle is exempt
frightened in your home
you retreat to a shelter
the masses do not like change
helter skelter
it comes in waves
not like on the shore or beach
but like a tital wave you cannot see
it swallows everything
and leaves nothing intact

you are a tortured puppet
no one thinks hurts
but it hurts the torturer
without even knowing it
you toture yourself
you beat yourself up
you are the lost element
you will always seek
and never find
you are the gangarine
that turns you black
and turns your body into ash
there is nothing you can do
but await the coming

one no longer lives life
the future is no longer a viable option
the moment is everything
that never comes
one falters one fails
one strives
for the impossible
one dies
without understanding anything

i have
like icarus
broken the bonds
i have flown
where wings of wax melted
the earth is a harsh mistress
when you crash

kjg 116am 2 sep 2016

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Canto XXXV

the trees branch out
to gather nurishmnt
for mother earth
and the roots for 
a communication network
whenever we cut down a tree
we evermore starve mother
earth until she can no longer
nurish us

we have lost our way
we hve become a killing machine
burning down our own house

kjg 356am 12 sep 2016

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Canto XXXVI

Enough of your stupidity,
I'm only alive because i don't own life
and i don't believe in suicide,
and my love for others only mirrors the love i have for myself.
Laugh if you want, but only an eagle attacks an eagle
and only Achilles can pity the defeated Hector.
Being isn't easy. ... being a poet and a man is to be 
a treeless forest
and to see beyond the horizon. ... Scientists can only observe.
Science is limited to scratching the surface for the truth:
with fingrnails, it has no wings! what for?
Simple really, as I said previously:
science is probability, poetry, parable,
the dominant portion of the mind
brushes aside great poems for sugar-coating. ..
rain shrinks the cock but
that's a different story,
and as you say; the evening is ripe for sex,
and the woman has breasts so perfect
brandy glasses break on contact
but that's a different story.
Then remember Elbe One,
on the North Sea: but that's a different story.
And then there's the evolution from man
to filaments of a fungus in a symbiosis,
different story...again.
The storm's throwing up but you can't even burp,
impossible for your sensbilities,
even the shed scales of a snake can twist you into death,
what god created, he wants substantiation,
children and drunks understand,
but of course they're not insensitive enough to question why
a mirror fogs up when a woman confronts it with her menstrual cycle,
and no true poet loving life asks
why wine spoils in wooden casks
when she walks by.
But enough of your garbage
tha discards all it wants to own,
and hasn't a clue as to what a kiss can do.
But disaster is looming
something so horrifying you can never even imagine,
because it's beyond what you can see,
what god intended, he wants you to feel, 
but disaster's loomimg, children know it, as do drunks,
love originates from joy, 
not from lust,
love originates only from happiness,
love that isn't mired in lust,
children know it, as do drunks..
To exist you would have to be alive,
but you aren't alive because you've never lived,
and you have never lived because you have never loved,
you cannot even love yourselves, let alone
your closest friend. And I have had enough of your stupidity,
and I'm only alive because I don't own life
and I don't believe in suicide...
Laugh if you want, but only an eagle attacks an eagle
and only Brisies' daughter can love the wounded Achilles.
Being is hard. ... shitting, that's a completely different matter.

(Vladimir Holan - To The Enemy)

kjg 1235am 13 October 2016


XXXVII

sperm

now there's an eyeless creature
that seperates the girls from boys

Billions killed
for what a woman can acheive

kjg 428pm 16 oct 2916


XXXVIII

I am lost
 in the haze 
  of my own amazement 
   that I am still alive.


kjg 6am 30 oct 2016


XXXVIIII

the thirst for reality
is not a coneption
it is contempt
for what is really happeing
what we really are
a loop in time
beyomd equation




XL

eve said to adam
eat the apple
adam said to eve
that's so subtle

god walked around
the garden naked
why are you hiding
i cannot take it

so eve and her adam
covered themselves
god got all flushed
with rage at his elves


kjg 6 nov 2016


XLI

i have no diamonds
i have no gold
i have a lot of debt
can't pawn being old

i have a stamp
worth 40 grand
but lost it years ago
in a closet to the damp

hope it's still there
but i'll never know
time passes fast
like a river must flow

so whatever happens
don't worry about me
if death won't claim me
i'll walk real slow

kjg 806am 7 nov 2016


XLII

RIP LEONARD COHEN

All my heroes are dying
And I'm waiting to die too
But I have my cats and
Can't abandon them just yet
So hold on a bit longer
As a famous poet once wrote
"What must I do my soul to free?"
"Do nothing, man, it will be done for thee."

KJG 1044pm 10 nov 2016



XLIII

someimes we cannot remember
sometimes we cannot forget
it isnt about the surrender
it isnt about the regret

life holds on to balance
no one will ever upset
so don't think yo matter
nothing matters when ubled

we'll be lomg gone and forgotten
when the sun goes nova
we think we're importsnt
now... maybe in bed...

kjg 123am 13 nov 2016


XLIIII

It's an ugly mess out there, 
but there still is beauty;
you just have to look for it.

kjg 722am 13 nov 2016


XLV

A poem by Bruno, my cat:

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\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ run

-\-

1040pm, 29 nov 2016



XLV


once there was summer
it followed the spring
youth flowered in me


fall
didnt mean a thng

now that its winter
its not so kind

gottta leave it all behind

bones are so brittle
can hardly walk
cant quit the bottle
id like a new start

but little hope left
yesterday a rainbow
today
no regrets

kjg 959pm 16 dec 2016

XLVI

I have incredible hope for the youth of today, 
it's the idiot old folks, like me, I am worried about, 
who, like Socrates, try to corrupt the young.

kjg 8pm 20 dec 2016

XLVII

keep silent
and accept your fate
old man

you have done enough
whatever your life is worth
is not for you to determine

kjg 202am 25 dec 2016


XLVIII

let me count the years
the highways
and byways
ive journeyed on
through the years
the misteps
and the slow advances
the gains and losses
the loves
and even hatred
ive come across
its all a journey
to what end
who knows
maybe how we die knows
comfortable or
troubled
i have no regrets
on the short journey
we call life...

kjg 1024pm 31 dec 2016


XLVIIII

When I was a boy in Cuxhaven
Oh so many years ago
My father and I looked out the window
Of our garret apartment 
At a pristine North Sea sky
There was a moving star
And my father said "that is sputnik"
My childhood mind couldn't
Quirt grasp the concept
Because I thought were in a sphere 
Instead of outside of it
So I asked
Why can't we see the other side 
Of the world
And my father n his wisdom said
Because we cannot see reality
In all its forms
Would everyone have a father
Like that

kjg 2.22am 1 jan 2017

XLIX

there once was a man in a tower
who thought he had absolute power
but when the tower came down
he fell to the ground
and ran for the white house to shower

kjg 241am 4 jan 17

L

reach for the sky

some people want guidence
some people want truth
some people need others
to show them their youth
some people are craay
beleiving each lie
i just friggen freak out
and reach for the sky

some people are lazy
and have nothing inside
some people are devistated
and never know why
some people just follow
and some people just die
i just friggen freak out
and reach for the sky

some people are sheltered
whether rich or just poor
some commit murder
and some open doors
some pray to gods
and others ask why
i just friggen freak out
and reach for the sky

so whatever you do
its ok by me
be what you are 
and always be free
life is a moment
in the life of a fly
just friggin freak out
and reach for the sky


842pm 9 jan 2017

LI

master said to pupil: listen
pupil remained silent
after a while
master asked: well
pu[il replied: stop shouting!

kjg 932pm 9 jan 2017

LII

If the poem doesn't explain itself, 
it is not worth writing.

kjg 9 jan 17

LIII



i have a mind like no other
no other has a mind like me 
so don't get in a tizzy
if i don't think like thee.

kjg 548pm 23 jan 2017


LIIII


i will now praise americans

they have nothing
the rest of the world has
and can't understand why

they will defend their
1st and 2nd amendments
to their 18th century constitution
until the day they die

they will forever go on pretending
that the gun that kills them
is the same gun they think protects them

and i won't even try 
to justify the abuse of 
"free speech" (whatever that is)

live long and prosper
in the realm of illusion...

kjg 4am 25 jan 2017

LV

The only way to know the truth is to make it up yourself.

kjg 702am 25 jan 2017


LVI
 
The man who builds a wall, builds it around himself.

kjg 819am 25 jan 2017

LVII

Master says: Be yourself.
Pupil answers: Then why do I need you?
Master replies: Precisely!

kjg 712am 26 jan 2017


LVIII

If you can't laugh at yourself, 
you can't laugh at others.

kjg 1116am 6 feb 2017


LVIIII

dont 
promise
me
nuthin

amd
i
wont
proise
you
everything


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just let me make it through the night
i'll survive tomorrow morning
if i don't i don't much care
if i don't i won't be here


...........



dig deep
you know the answer
i can't find it for you

kjg 12 feb 2017


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If you restrict love to one day, you are not in love; 
and if you expect a gift, you are not worthy of it.

kjg 13 feb 2017

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