Mines I slave for nights and days
the dark depths conceal
hard hammered walls
of bones and dirt.
One hollow cavity I follow
pounding loud and soundly
a suckled pulse
for a dire gem of pleasure
and a mass mother lode.
In the core shaft of pursuit
the bright gilded veins
gleam ruptured passion
from every mind’s eye
my find you are mine
dear lover.
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Written August 25, 1999
Revised November 2, 2015
I enjoy film, photography, poetry and music. I am an artist. I am also interconnected to everyone else on this planet. I have crossed paths with many people throughout my life. Those people have crossed paths with many others. We live in a woven fabric of connectivity, weaving denser every day of our lives. When most of the world is at peace, we are at peace. When most of the world is not, we are not. Violence always exists somewhere in the world. Often in many different places at the same time. The world is that large. Humans are that flawed. When there is extreme violence going on in some part of the world, and we are made aware of it by the many strands of information we are connected to, many of us are compassionately moved to stop it in any way we can. No, not everyone feels that way. Nor do they act beyond their own survival requirements. But some of us are inspired and conscientiously forced to act.
My personal method is to enlighten through film, photography, poetry or writing. In the past few weeks I have been at a crossroads once again. I am painfully torn apart by extreme merciless violence in parts of the world. I am also hurt and torn by people who prefer to target a group of people for the crimes of certain individuals within the group of people.
So I have taken on the responsibility of enlightening as many people around the world as I can possibly reach, with all of my strands of connectivity. The most noble purpose in this life is to teach others how to teach enlightenment. I will teach ‘differentiation’. Differentiation is the skill of being able to analyse and process the perceptive difference between two or more things which otherwise seem to be similar. I will begin with a topic I have been most ardently involved with for the past month. I will continue as time moves on with topics in need of evaluation and reassessment. In the end, our goal is to explore new ways of improving the lives of everyone. And reducing or eliminating those things that attempt to block us from achieving that goal. The first ‘differentiation’ I will explore is ‘the merciful and the merciless‘. Please feel free to reblog or repost any of the essays. Courteously include author credit. 
It’s almost time for me to head back home
but today I feel a darkness creeping
across the globe dark forces seeping
they find the holes when I am sleeping
or when I am not fighting them and keeping
them on the defensive.
They are greedy green mean machines.
Real powers and real forces. There are those that
don’t believe me. They don’t see them every day.
So they give them holidays, so they can do what they may, and take away, more of what you pay and pay. They do not understand that only they can stop them. But they must fight them every day. Without a holiday. Believe what I say.
Drugs you don’t need.
Healing plants you can’t have.
Poisons in your food to make you pay.
Wars and weapons to pay and pay in lives.
Watching and listening, taking away your dignity,
your humanity, your joy.
Tricks to fool you, pay you to work,
then take your money away.
You never own anything. They own you.
You can stop them.
You must stop them.
Stop the banks from stealing.
Stop the companies from cheating.
Stop the people from lying.
Stop the government from killing.
Love.
Love is not religion.
Love is not a competition.
Love is not waiting for the reward.
Love is Nature.
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11/13/13 – fjl
i opened my refrigerator today
cool sensations of life inspired me to dig deeper
the light of the universe filled a dark room
and the cabbage made me think
juice of a thousand wars pure and unsweetened
tomatoes hit every bad act ever performed
by any slice of meat
egg head lined eyes on the embryonic world
from every chicken never born
lest the rotting stench of life decay
tickle a nose with the sulfur mine of love
shake your mustard
or else
not even your best squeeze
will stop dripping wet first fallen
from lonesome cucumber
where is your cavity
lemon sour yellow dreams
no limes, no clouds, no perfect life
where are you hiding sweets
why is your sweet hiding
is your middle shelf always full
or does unspoiled milk still feed
your baby right times
waters of a thousand lies
keep yogurt smiles healthy
hold your mayonnaise tight
and don’t let your ketchup slip
or you will never catch up
you will never slip tight
sleepless nights might
frighten you to close the door
and never again open
and never open it again
never knowing if the light turns off
alone.
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August 2013
They run like colts
in river beds of solid wines
flicking whatever berries
at each other
or something.
They both understand the language
wondering with each other.
Laughing
and knowing
when they hurt each other.
Suffering for each others pain
and crying
because they dance
within each others rain.
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You have always been a movie to me
knowing I could never touch you.
Now you sit and stare at me
through the other side of this bottle
setting on the table here between us.
I feel as if a magic is missing
you are not the star I dreamed of.
Once you were the shining light
of my heavens dreaming
in a momentary wish.
Now I can see what I am left with
is not what I had hoped for.
I see what I am watching
is not what I had once enjoyed.
You have always been a movie to me
now my life plays in reverse.
I never could quite touch you
now I know
I’ve touched too much.
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THE CIRCUS . . . . . . . . . AND THE ZOO 
Written
on 11/12/2013