Another Poem About the Moon

Another poem about the moon
Another song about what you mean to me
I have so much I need to say
About the moon and you and me
 
You and the moon and me
Side by side by side
Just the way it pulls the sea
Creating the rising and falling tide
It pulls on you and it pulls on me
Until we’re side by side by side
 
Another verse about the stars
The ones that hang in the midnight sky
And the ones I see shining
There in your eyes
 
You and the stars are my guiding lights
Hanging in the sky or hanging from your ears
Keep me on my path, day and night
I see you both always, far or near
Shining with a pure silver light
And I feel no fear
 
Just another song of you
Or another part of the same sweet song
I’ve sung since our love was new
And still my heart beats strong
And still my heart stays true
And still I sing the same sweet song
Of me and the moon and you

Eternity must be jealous of the present

Eternity must be jealous of the present, 
its immediacy, its relevance.
Yes, eternity must be jealous 
when a lover smiles and sighs, 
when she removes the clip 
which had held back her hair, 
freeing it and allowing me 
to slip my hand between the strands 
as if it were a bolt of priceless silk 
which she offers to me 
as a queen might offer 
alms to a beggar.
My fingers luxuriate gratefully. 
This gratitude and luxury 
exist only in the present, 
and so, eternity is jealous.

Eternity is full of 
inconsequentialities 
and coincidences.
Full of happenstances 
and miscellaneous occurrences.
But only the present contains life.
Only the present contains love.
Only the present contains potentiality and value.
Only the present contains her sweet kiss.
And so, eternity is jealous.

Unmindfulness

 Unmindfulness
 
turn down the volume on Ego, turn it down to “1”
what remains will rise, float, free of time,
free of gravity, free of greed and desire
floating on whatever current it encounters
    undirected
    untethered
    unmindful
bumping against whatever obstacles there may be
    unhindered
    uncontrolled
    unmindful
a conscious dream-state
an exploration of the unknown, unknowable,
uncountable selves which you contain
(for, as Whitman, you contain multitudes)
 
an intentional day-dreaming journey toward
that which is hidden
that which you will never find
that which feeds your ego-driven, day-to-day
existence as decaying compost feeds your garden
 
find without seeking, discover without searching
 
    unmindful
 
Bring me back a poem

Not 'Why', But 'How'

 For millennia we’ve been asking the wrong question.
“Why are we here?” is as interesting and relevant
as “what’s your star sign?”.
There is no “why”, there is only IS.
We were not sent here on a mission,
or with a purpose or a function.
There is no celestial Headmaster
handing down life lessons to be studied.
There is no final exam to be passed or failed.
There is no spiritual scorecard to be reviewed when we die.
And there is no eternal reward or punishment awaiting.
 
We simply live,
in this world,
alongside all the other
people and animals and plants.
 
The question is not “why?”, but “how?”.
How best to live a life,
how best to carry on,
How best to simply BE in the world?

The Gospel According to Aloysius Jones

The Gospel According to Aloysius Jones
 
Jesus never walked on water
I should know, I saw, I was there
Jesus never walked on water
And he didn’t have straight brown hair
 
My name is Aloysius Jones
Just another bag of bones
But I was there, I saw it all
I saw the rise, I saw the fall
 
He only wanted what we all want
Someone to listen, someone to hold
Someone to light a fire when
The nights are long and cold
 
Some say he was a great man
Some say much more than that
Still, they killed him in the end
Don’t we treat all heroes like that
 
My name is Aloysius Jones
Just another bag of bones
But I was there, I saw it all
I saw the rise, I saw the fall
 
Did he rise from the dead
Or did his carcass rot to ash and dust
There’s only one rule in this world
If you live, then die you must
 
My name is Aloysius Jones
Just another bag of bones
But I was there, I saw it all
I saw the rise, I saw the fall