The Zimmerman Rewrite
I surrender I. Flight not fight. Not seeking to invite another strike. Moving ones weight to another state. No gun needed to subdue anyone running from you. No more snake eating its tail. No more head to swell. This short exchange is done. Both opponents live on. Both soon to rise. For I surrender I. ...
Eating and Excreting
You are as free as a tree. No real choice. No real voice. What did you want? The power to do all you desire? To be a god inside this mortal fire? To attain control? There is no free will. There is no free meal. There is no free will. There are no free bills. ...
Time Lives Here
You and me as we see. Key deer and iguana. An alligator or two. Large Gambian rats and peacocks too. A land wild and free. Settled by man but constantly humbling. With its beauty. With its water surrounding. With its one road running South. No going around. No not being on the island for we ...
Peek-a-boo
I dislike people asking me how I am. Generally, I am well. Or some version of well, depending on varying definitions. But being unwell has never got me anywhere so I see no point in it. My doctor once complained to me that people complain too much about common ailments when they should just accept ...
Byron King Plays Souls and Gold
Some people speak softly and suppress their opinions. Poet Byron King is not one of those people. “We have to quit screwing around. We have to get back to basics, back to spiritual investments and dreaming big-really big. Great countries invest in creativity and in collective consciousness, both byproducts of the human soul,” he says. In ...
Frozen and Thawed
I see 23 A dozen times a day. The more at peace the more I see. I am a man with a mask stumbling astray. His face too scarred for people to see. His arm too limp to use freely. Who sees his reality Frozen and thawed From the outside looking in. I wonder if ...
The Practice
To feel one’s feet. The space between one’s meat. To find one’s balance. The symmetry that is substance. To extend one’s back. The spine inside intact. To open one’s lungs. The air inside unsung. To have one’s joints torn apart. The re-alignment gained, a new start. To know one’s body again. The spaces between friends. ...
Wedding Vows
these words will find their place.
a space between the beats
replete with distance and sync
Say It Again
what do people write about when they have nothing to write about? that nothing they write about is their everything. that black spot, hole, mole is their cancer. their immortality they are fighting. fingers move and thoughts groove. i don’t know what more i have left to give. does a person reach a point where ...
Meditation on Legacy
Coloring Books Coloring i am writing for you. twenty years from this view. your mind not ready to receive. the words i wish to retrieve. from the recesses of our memories. will the data dump be achieved. as you thumb through coloring books. as you play princess dress up. your daddy thinks of legacy. of ...
Father Mapple’s Life Lessons…#1
The strength of a relationship is discovered in the exploration and dismantling of obstacles to shared purpose… If you would like to learn more about this, read the wave that is growing over at GU, and see how Akbar and Globatron found some solutions to our existential crisis…. This post was brought to you by ...
The Empty Hole
the closest i have ever come to God is right here. typing words that appear as if I am being guided.
Father Mapple’s Commandments #1
My dear Globatron brethren and sistren, I have been thinking lately about the nature of law-giving. Anybody who has been around our temple for any time knows that this is a constant fascination for me. I have been meditating on how it is that such things operate, like the 10 commandments, The Code of Hammurabi, ...
