**** Shame on the Species ****

Shame on the species who seeks to conquer and control others
     and confine them like cattle in ideological camps
     with little room for alternative options of autonomy

Shame on the species who has lost touch with creation
     and then fetters itself to unnatural coercive treadmills
     of deadly imbalanced consumption

Shame on the species that sees itself superior
     and draws imaginary lines and boundaries
     to protect and hoard what nature has given to all

Shame on the species that declares war on itself
     and sends the unthinking young
     to kill or die for unquestioned political agendas

Shame on the species that allows great wealth for the few
     and keeps the majority hungry for hidden scraps
     amid an abundance sufficient for all

Shame on the species that abhors all natural functions
     and feels guilt or fear when healthy wild impulses arise

Shame on the species that can hate any number of people
     and yet can find plural love or intimacy immoral

Shame on the species that is blindly patriotic to corrupt authorities
     yet lack loyalty to reason, truth, justice and love

Shame on the species whose prime goal is profit or money
     and enslaves itself to a cesspool of self-created pollution
     so future innocent generations will suffer

Shame on the species that invents religious dogma
     and distrusts its own direct holy experience
     dividing our spirits into  pulpits of ignorance

Shame on the species that labels itself Homosapien
     and then forgets to behave like a 'Wise Man'
     and not live up to his name


GARY MENNIE

**** I Am Not A Modern ****

Though I live among them

I am not a modern.

I am an eccentric

Multidimensional ranting poet

A native tantric mystic iconoclast

A cosmic spirit, outlaw of convention

Radical pagan soul.

I am the minority in the crowd

Maverick of inquiry

A bohemian seed eternally sprouting

A jagged Dandelion leaf

Weed of tenacity

With a heart full of roots.

I am a celestial den of constellations

A harem of planets

Erotically orbiting a Great Sun Goddess.

I am a crack in your false perfections

Agnostic priest of faith

A truth in your bed of lies

Anarchist of inspiration

Compost for a new Manifesto.

I am the wild card in your deck

Seeking my own game.

Gary Mennie

10/09

Wolf Run

I wish I had the ability to transfer these beautiful conversations
i share here with people
straight to the billboards across this country,
lit up bright and beautiful for the many passing carriages
carrying routine seasoned humans
and generations of forget connect..
I wish there to be music pouring from the sound systems of the stars
to assist these messages before their eyes...

what are the the good words or statements describing VAST...
describing the feeling of huge
like astronomically huge,
like thunderous mists from ocean cliffs huge...
but also refined to a grain of sand.
I need your help, assistance helping hands
what of something beautiful, glorious
can you help me learn to describe a moment so far deeply VAST
what series of words or statements can help capture the memorable life of VAST
I am reaching from the tip of my tongue with the most infinite ask...

this technology and this high speed meditation
has no idea how precious the space YOU need to be still,
is to it's lifeline..
it may take for the fuel of their momentum to run dry..
for them to recognize the newly discovered gemstone/species
of amphibious life that resides through you...
it may take the very taking of their lives, the life of their bodies..
for them to recognize how much they love you
your strength..
it may take disaster and much suffering for them to wake up
and see how your smile enlightens the life of their children

-Kwolf '14

Our Greatest Novel

Facebook might...
Only really be deleted from our attachment to it
and this... could be.... one life opportunity to write our greatest novel...
a book with our "face" on the front cover
to be stored away in some unfathomably vast super file,
cyber warehouse, seed.....
to be studied and learned from, remembered and praised,
planted and sowed... upon the new world from which...
we may be our own saviors...
and every "like", every read, every initial view
there is a wave of emotion triggered on a cellular level
it resonates through the body
and on to merge energy through the plants and animals around you
and into the atoms of material designs that house you,
to the vessels that transport you,
and into the vibration of the trees that line your street....
even a stone cast into the greatest lake contributes to a resonate string theory
which charges you like a tuning fork... ELECTRIC LIFE
so how will your book be written? from what groundation and value are you inspired?
can we tune the instrument our creator has provided to our minds?
to our heART's ears?
your imagination has been published...

Mother Mixing Weather Records

Colorado!!
This wind moving in is incredible!
Paramount macroscopic particles hitting just the other side of the tiny fibers in this wall
flexing even the original thought structure of this housing...
I can almost hear the anger of an ancient voice in the wind
as it progresses in strength..
specific gusts grab patches of sand and glass and plastic insignificance
even from the sun hidden cavities of forgotten foot paths..
it slams it's determined shards by the thousands against the right side of my wall..
I can almost hear the importance of lost and forgotten pieces of dreams
from the driving force
like a musical hurricane, the horizontal composition of trace minerals becomes surgical sound..
pin pointed L.E.D. at the speed of enlightenment
the excitement evolution Arapahoe spirit
run bare foot free upon the night streets of Boulder
the wind brings new...
stripping the doused consciousness above and below of it's former structured ease
leaving waking eyes onto gentle sky mornings
and red fox trot prints effortless along with promising rise...