poems

ether or

Posted by everythingisnothingbuteverything on April 10, 2018
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if i could
would i change
1 second of this
shit and horror
or would i simply
know that i am
exactly where
i need to be
and accept
this gift of pain
this discomfort
from yesterday
and all the
days before
would i deny
you your pain
only so i
wouldn’t have
to watch
you suffer
anymore
this dream of ours
this nightmare
of perpetual
disquiet
i can’t imagine
loving anyone
as i love you
yes this fucking hurts
and we both know
our pain is here
to show us how
to get to peace
in this
uncomfortable position
this bodhisattva posture
if i know that i
am all potential
that means that
you are too

most of my heroes don’t appear on no stamps*

Posted by everythingisnothingbuteverything on October 13, 2010
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John Giorno – living poet and so much more

has been an inspiration to me
as a lover and user of words
for so many years now

reading his work is one thing
but when he performs it
it come to life in a way
that seems so obvious

but that hollow voice
in your mind
will never do it justice

sixteen years between
live sets

it was worth the wait

________________

when is a copy, an original?

so i’m sitting here
thinking of pithy words
and i’m sitting here
and they aren’t coming

so i reach down into
the depth of my essence
and i channel
the great poet

and i realize that i am not a poet
and i realize that i am not a photographer

for i am everything
for i am nothing

duality and
non-duality combined

i am i am
______________________
This is Not a Reading Series
October 12, 2010

at the Annex Live

book launch for Marcus Boon – In Praise of Copying
supported by John Giorno – Subduing Demons In America

* Public Enemy – Fight the Power

standing of the verge of an unanswerable question

Posted by everythingisnothingbuteverything on August 14, 2010
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i scream soundlessly into a vacuum

hoping to drive the insanity away

though it never seems to work

as ghosts of past coworkers, former friends and lovers

haunt me in my own neighbourhood

(i actually saw four of them today)

but i cannot quite discern what it really means

my movement impaired by my own inactivity

a fear of something else?

or just the goddamned uncertainty of where to place

my feet, my mind, my heart?

i know i should have spoken to

the mocha beauty

whose path crossed mine

in the used bookstore today

but i honestly did not know what to say

do not know how to push myself outside myself

to allow me to live again

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Posted by everythingisnothingbuteverything on February 7, 2009
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i sit in awe
of the wonder that surrounds me

and thank each and everyone
for their role in it’s co-creation

the endless beauty
the endless horror

so much to experience
so much to learn

if you or i were not
the centre of the universe

i could understand confusion
i would feel the disconnect

but this moment
that is eternity

only acts to strengthen
my resolve

that all the knowledge
of this dream we share

already dwells
in our hearts and minds

as all doubt drowns
in the sea of faith

i know that love
is the all that binds

to keep me honest
to know myself

all i ask
is your forgiveness

for any pain
i may have caused

i can not regret
a single action

or moment
of exchange

for everything i’ve been
is tattooed upon my back

robochrist

body- god, tattoo – daemon, photo – tony, post-production – everythingisnothing

how did we forget to remember?

Posted by everythingisnothingbuteverything on December 17, 2008
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as a light snow
falls from above

can you feel who
you really are?

the glazed eyed stare
of a two week old child

makes me know
what it is that i am

while the cold concrete
of the city streets

makes me want
to forget

the love that burns
through me shows the way

we are all greater
than we’ve ever believed

and it will be love
that reminds us to remember

as we shed the skin
of dying ways

this dream we share
will always be

exactly what we
meant for it to be

before we came
before we were

everything and nothing

street-love

angels and i

Posted by everythingisnothingbuteverything on December 2, 2008
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is there a difference
between angels and madmen
pedophiles and  angels
angels and you and I

aren’t we all simply tied
to a groove in the vinyl
a sound in the background
the voice in our minds

looking for answers
to questions that don’t matter
while surfing between commercials
for nothing we need

hasn’t our duty
been performed
by all those before us
aren’t we yesterdays news

thinking we discovered
the space between notes
like the very first time
we played with ourselves

vast oceans of drama
inflicted by ego
while searching for meaning
on the outskirts of mind

yesterday matters
for the lessons ignored
are endlessly recycled
into food for the masses

while I’m starving
for the love that my
mommy forgot
that I needed

so I walk in the shadows
seeking salvation
from the imposition of others
which was necessary for growth

returning me of course
to my very first thought
of why did this happen
especially to me

for the man I’ve become
walks alone close to home
feeling safe in the fear
of becoming himself

full on the knowledge
that it could only
have been
the way it has played

thus as I fully embrace
the gift of abuse
the man that I’ve become
knows where the line is drawn

so I reach out to those
still struggling
as victims
to embrace their experience

and fully accept
the opportunities
provided by angels
with dark duties

while this piece is a couple of years old i am posting it for a friend based upon a conversation we haven’t had yet.

peace my friend!