Ideas of Infinity

Sudden
like the burst
of a thousand
molecular spasms
cradling light
in its earthy bosom
our precious
our love

There's no other aspect
no luminescence
that propels us as readily
through dense curtains of air
so thick in their pollutants

and we
with craniums
with atomic minds
disrupting the dense hypocrisy
of our forefathers...
of ourselves

like the idea
shot us
right out of a canon
and our thoughts
soaring ahead
became a bullet
through God's brain

A life

to live
perchance
to dream

BH

From the rd: Tennessee

Mountain face

like graveyard stone

like Giant's toes

in Tennessee.



Cloudy head

You daydream thus

a dream to move

an inch or two.



Sleepy frown

slurping your breath

you inhale sky

and exhale tree.



Land you know

surrounding thee

is where we dream

of God in You.



BH

7-22-09

7:23 pm

The Road, Tennessee.

Life Through the Void

Mothers in different colors

Assorted flavors

lining up.

Such a beautiful flock

of Divinity.

They thrust the fabric

of the cosmos

into being.

We all look upon it.

Revel in its majesty.

Rarely do we realize

the ethereal nature of who...

or the ephemeral nature

of God...

BH.

For a Dying Mother

O sweetheart.
My beautiful
full
Green Mother.
Feel you twirlin'
singin'
dancin' in blue moonlight.
O baby I see you smile
every early mornin'
little birds singin' to you
as it washes you sweet woman
in that warm liquid light.
You smile still
in the midst of all our tears.
Cause we know you're dyin'.
Every time we stop
we can feel it.
You feel it too mama,
you just don't dance
like you used to.
I wanna hug your
full, beautiful
woman's figure.
Caress your soft brown skin.
Kiss you softer than the sun does.
Those wrinkles don't matter to me mama,
you're still so, so beautiful.
And my father,
he still loves you.
You took such good care of us baby,
I'll take care of you now.
I'll dance with you.
Now show me that beautiful smile.

-BH

Superman

If there's a Superman,
then he's got no chance;
cause this world
is in love
with Kryptonite.

Shit,
I bought some the other day,
spread it on my burger.
It tasted good,
but I know
that neither Superman,
or these fuckin' nerds
can swallow it.

-BH

A laundry day 7 am rant.

What time was it when God created life? Hmm. I guess a lot of that depends on what time God goes to bed... Either way, if it was anywhere near the time I got up this morning to do laundry, or the time my dad usually wakes up, then I know why the human race has so many problems. To an insomniac, it seems a waste that the morning should be almost as beautiful as the night. It seems a waste that birds should sing for the rising of the sun and not the great glowing moon. That wolf understands, but these birds got it all wrong. Navigate by stars my airborne sillies, the sun is only one giant bastard of a burning shit. Your path is illuminated by millions of shit lamps at night birdie, that owl understands... At least one bird got it right. Hoo hoo!