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Archive for the ‘Philosophy’ Category

There’s far, there’s here, there’s what’s in-between

Tuesday, September 12th, 2017

Philosophy 165

There’s far,
there’s here,
there’s what’s in-between.

Far is sky, clouds, horizon,
dirt, trees, sun, moon, stars, wind,
ornamental grasses,
big ideas, small gifts of affection,
sacred lies like good and right.

Here is our corner of cat and Smith & Lady life,
an oasis from the dark twixt.

In-between lies fire and flood,
weird nasties in power who worsen knot
to make misery money.

We carry our light to far light
in cleanse of blight.

Just need map, road, and first step.

– Smith, 9.12.2017


philosophies 152-164

Tuesday, August 29th, 2017

Philosophy 152

You know you are doing something right
when the purring gets louder


Philosophy 153

Fire, bone music, stories
the whence from which we came


Philosophy 154

We wake in pain
to feathered flesh
that never will arrive


Philosophy 155

Man is a pile of dirt minus one rib,
a sloppy eater that needs a bib,
a hunk of meat devouring itself,
mostly lower shelf.


Philosophy 156

Sometimes look in the word bucket
and it’s empty
sometimes full but all messed up


Philosophy 157

It’s the process
not the end point
that’s the point


Philosophy 158

Do what you can
with what you get


Philosophy 159

It’s all fluid
a big flexible water whorl weighed with hook
and bite of tooth and claw


Philosophy 160

The face in the mask is
peeking through


Philosophy 161

Whatever the while
Do your best
And offer a smile
To prime the rest


Philosophy 162

Well crack my bred
spread my jam
in this jelly place of am


Philosophy 163

Wrinkles are the face’s wealth
we iz what we iz and that’s all yam am.


Philosophy 164

Drink my tea, smoke my dope
Shuck this patriarchal collar rope
Get to work on help and hope

– Smith, 8.29.2017


life =

Friday, August 4th, 2017

Life = one over end


philosophy 146-150

Monday, May 8th, 2017

Philosophy 146

Just cuz they been to school
don’t mean they’re educated


Philosophy 147

If you’re not pissedĀ about what’s going on
you’re not paying attention


Philosophy 148

The leaves aren’t leavin’
they’re comin’ soon


Philosophy 149

Sitting on old wood bench
in tiny flower park
in new day sun
the rhododendrons wrapped in red:

life is better for the basics


Philosophy 150

Most of us gotta be poor
so the rich can be rich

We gotta pay taxes
so they can cheat

We need be good
so they can be bad

We can’t be them
cuz they need us to be had

– Smith, 5.8.2017


philosophies 143, 144, 145

Saturday, May 6th, 2017

Philosophy 143

Dawn is the daughter
day the drone
what comes after
is ours alone


Philosophy 144

Body wants me in chair
Bladder wants meĀ in bathroom


Philosophy 145

I am my own statue
upon which I shit

– Smith, 5.6.2017


bone strides earth

Friday, March 17th, 2017

Philosophy 140

Meat rides bone.
Spirit rides meat.
Bone strides earth.

When it’s pain
“It will pass.”

When there’s joy
“This is now.”

– Smith, 3.17.2017


the dead are just dessert

Sunday, February 5th, 2017

Philosophy 139

Life eats the living
the dead are just dessert

– Smith, 2.5.2017


black cat moan

Wednesday, January 18th, 2017


Philosophy 136

Nothing’s black and white,
not even black and white.

~ ~ ~

Philosophy 137

We all got our own buttons to push,
never see the other’s hand

~ ~ ~

Philosophy 138

Got the black cat moan
the under-ladder blues
if it were me alone
don’t know what I’d do

So I walk the endless girth
both latitude and long
of our broken earth
for Mother Nature’s song

Poking puzzle pieces
sorting through the trash
hoping ire ceases
trying not to be an ash

Ain’t found much
no eight-fold road
it depends on whom we touch
how we share the load

So brighten the corner
where you are
believe like Mister Rogers
kindness ripples far

– Smith, 1.17.2017



philosophy 128-135

Wednesday, January 11th, 2017

well of imagining

Philosophy 128

I figure a bunch of little nothings
add up to something.


Philosophy 129

People plop down
then build up
do things
poop a lot
eat the forest for the trees.


Philosophy 130

Whaddya mean OK?
It’s K L M N O, not O K.


Philosophy 131

New life
doesn’t replace old life
but does keep the game going.


Philosophy 132

Don’t hurt the hive,
care for the commons.


Philosophy 133

There are two times to write poems –
when the sun goes down,
and before it’s up.


Philosophy 134

Here’s to the ornamental grasses
the textures of the trees
the way of the wind
the weave of the rain
the day or the night mixed with each.


Philosophy 135

Life is a marathon
whose finish line keeps moving
down the road a piece
so you can’t win.

It’s like cutting onions for tear soup,
the recipe never ends.

– Smith, 1.11.2017

life dance


philosophy 117-121

Sunday, November 27th, 2016

spring will come again

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Philosophy 117

Life’s a beach
and then you dive


Philosophy 118

Gotta re-leave myself
too much money bizness


Philosophy 119

Flesh is such sorrow
from worm would to mold


Philosophy 120

Six layers in search of a surface
lost & profound

Spirit up, bone down
the dance since chance began

Soul high, flesh low
all run by remote control

We start inside
don’t end outside


Philosophy 121

Just like Sisyphus
it’s endless

– Smith 11.27.2016

spring from winter


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