POEMS TO HOPE

RECIPE POEM

In a LARGE pot, bring to a boil:

6 large yellow potatoes with skins
3 stems of broccoli,
3 carots,
boil for about a half hour, then put in blender for like three seconds, leaves nice 
chunky parts.

take the broccoli out FIRST and blend for a long time, good fiber, but needs be blended 
for while. Next time I make this I would use the bushelly part of the brocholi but was 
saving it for tomorrow`s stirfry.

THEN ADD:
1 tomatoe
3 cloves of garlic
2 Tablespoons chicken soup base mix
into a blender, add the potatoes, and everything, should fill about two blenders in all.
4 tablespoons Spaghetti sauce in the final mixture.

THEN ADD:
1 or two of those long light green chopped green peppers uncooked, *not the spicy 
ones...this makes it AMAZING, cannot be cooked or boiled)
Cheddar Cheese, about a third of a brick, cut small (turns out nice)placed as it cools, 
add no no salt, there seems to be some in the two tablespoons Chicken Noodle soupbase, 
and the cheddar cheese is a bit salty too.  The warm potatoe melts the cheese, the cheese 
is in small squares melts real nice, gives it a nice taste,  I would try this with ONE 
sweet potatoe as well next time. This recipie makes about eight to ten servings.

FOREVER,SOON.

I am without you, and love you as much as any distance.
As much as the sun warms every planet,
as much as the stars light up the night with wonder,
as much as the luminant near brilliance of the moon lights our path,
so near and yet so far.
I am forever and soon with you always, in love with nature itself,
Dearest, walk with me, forever, soon.

Memorize forgetting,
I memorize forgetting my longing, but it takes a while,
an instant, sometimes an instant too long, a revisitation of the disolve that was 
nearness,

nearness to a moment of change, the fear of losing this is my only terror,
I memorize forgetting all the bad in my life, and so practiced, I realize change alone in 
the oscilant meanderment between good and bad to be not the ONLY evil of life,

Instead for my world, I need the guide of belonging, but those who cause me a sense of 
this nearly always betray, and so I have grown accustomed to betray as well who I was, or 
nearly could have been.

I lament like few others, I keep it all beyond me, the wellspring numbness that is my now 
old new abode, covers me from covetous loss, I am simply an admirer of all things once in 
the course of time not so beyond me, not so alien in some way.

I remember and recall loving seeing in a particular way, or breathing or lining up as a 
child for school, being a part of a group,

I forget all of this all too often, how it was swimming for the first time and noticing 
the body of a woman, myself still a child, but now with a wonder,

I remember the miracles of plants, their striking nature, their defiance of the wind, and 
lazy wave,

I remember the sun and how it used to replenish my eyes with intense curiosities of the 
forrests and lakes nearby,

I remember as well how strange pavement looked and how if you stared at it long enough it 
would dance,

I forget how I would for hours stare at the walls as a child, till the walls turned 
colours, or pressing on my eyelids till I could see light, and sometimes maybe if I kept 
pushing, maybe oneday Mickey mouse too.

I forget asking mom to take us to Disneyland, becuase I guess it was on every Sunday 
night, and I remember that day in May or March of 1979 when I was watching a special 
marathon with nothing but animation, every part better than the part before and thinking, 
I have reached heaven,

Or that time when Pirates of Penzance with Kristy McNichol was on and I thought, wow I mean can you really tell any more stories, all of the stories have been told,

Then there were those days by the wharf exploring the laws of physics, as the descended 
towline over the water power generator overflow electrified our acrobatic fights against 
the flow of nature, day after day, to no loss of bewilderment.

I forget remembering you see and must recall, and what I remember I remember only as 
nostalgia, like milk from a carton, like my father making food for us when we were 
hungry, like the smell of pizza in the cool warmth of a summer's day.

I am my father's son, a world of remembering, a world of forgetting, how quickly the 
years pass, and how soon grows delight in the groundswell of an approaching eternity.

MIRACLE on MOWEDNESDAYISH
Meet me, on some Monday, or Wednesday,
Or even a Tuesday,
I would be so happy to go to a film with you, it's half price that day,
Or Thursday, or Friday, oh wait, no, I am washing my hair, but don't worry I'm balding, 
tearing my hair out, waiting for you.
Oh we could get together on a Saturday or Sunday too, but remember, pick me up by 7PM and 
have me back by 7PM THE SAME DAY, NEXT YEAR, I want our first date to be special.

PARTY ROCK
Party rockin's in the house tonight,
You make me feel so good,
It's not you, don't worry it's my hope that you're as nice as I imagine you,
I won't be disappointed, of this you can be sure,
I think of you every day,
I love you SO much,
Words cannot express it.
SO I will just say it, I adore you Mira, I adore you so much,
I wish more than anything to be with you
Party Rock.
Let's have a good time together.

Woven arteries, a webwork of the micronic, pulsing, from marrow to narrow miracles,
Pulsing the earth holds me, in states of play like a child,
I am Gaia's bastard child, never sure of myself, my father is the sky,
Too profound, I grew to bewilderment, in a heartbeat,
a stifling of bliss overcame me, time.
I simply felt empty without you all of my life.
You are my recalling there is more to being than meets the eye,
but from this eye did stream all time and with it all being,
it's not easy to say, how it's not I and I see,
together beyond the lifeblood of time,
we are the oceans of possiblities in a song,
a smile,
a while,
eternity.