The Scene and The Herd

The Scene and The Herd

Eyes open to receive

A burst of perception

A branch thought broken off

A vision or a hunch

Ears set to perceive

The sound I thought I heard

Animal, horn or word

Vision indicates discernible details

Well within my scope

Hearing informs the brain

Of the unseen realm

Sounds betray rafts of information

You can’t see the wind

You can’t see the speed of light

But you can hear the wind moving

Through the tall reeds and

  You can hear a sonic boom

If we listen to each other and

Everything else

 We can see the hidden elements

We hear

If we look close enough

We can hear the silent elements

We see

Funneling it all through

The scope of the brain

We receive what we perceive

Senseless or not

Reality is illusory

Segmented understandings

Sifting through the sand

It all goes in one ear

Through one eye and

Out through the mouth

Over the tongue

8.25.2012                          flot 

Reflecting On A Sunbeam

Reflecting On A Sunbeam

by Sam Flot

With resilience glinting

Off the reflection of a sunbeam

I sit breathing calmly

Beneath the canopy of the trees of the forest

Above the layered floor’s florid foundation

The sunbeam moves

As the sun changes it’s aim

Fully concentrating on several bay leaf tree leaves

Keeping the large trees

Out of it’s energetic space

Leaving little kinetic traces

On the path less traveled

On rocky roads

Of gravelly voiced opinions

From the recent veterans of the New Vanguard

Parading and consistently claiming

The significant age has come

For the long expected

Generational tectonic shift

Unearthing itself

To whisper like a saint in the ear

Of all the all too wiling youth of a nation

Re-generating and reincarnating

We are no longer stagnating

Still resilient in the beam of

The earth’s sun and the sky’s rain

flot 

5.16.2012

Birds Make Machines by sam flot

Birds Make Machines

(A Flot Device)

Birds make machines

Descending from skies above earths

Industrialized by trivialized societies

So-called so-calleds

Unearthing the ground underground

Smooth and level

Distinctly in the never-ending plot’s story sign

Symbolizing the accents applied and added

Tastefully graceful

Dips in the valley

Drops on the mountain

Making a fountain of

Inspired outcomes

Perfectly baked cakes

Correctly laying the inlaid pearls of knowledge

Inside the clamshells of sandcastle time

Thrown into not-glass not-jar void or

Alternatingly

Glass jar no void

Not glass not jar void glass jar no void

Each room polarizing the optimal views

Of your standard void/no void conversation

By sam flot                                   5.28.12

The Text (and The Subtext) by flot

The Text (and The Subtext)

The text got caught

Glancing at the subtext

Feeling self referential and

Not the slightest bit deferred

The numbers colored the picture purple and

When a pair of paragraphs

Made a couple pie charts

The dessert was just and deserving

Of a polite payback or

Several fine flavors of favors

Everything delivered in a kitchen sink or

How could I be more succinct

Wrapping up the case and

The leftover taste

Complaints will be tossed away

Constraints only hold the fallow fields and

The rest will grow

Regardless of the storms and drains and

The worms in the gutters

The next trance is trancing

As the new next keeps dancing

All night

Halfway into the day

Self assured completely paid off

I can see the rhythm

From across the room

Escaping the speaker’s constraints

Charting off course

A bunch of tramps and ampersands

Traipsing across the sand

Trading relief for kindness

One deed at a time

Adding up to the kind

Of sign that symbolizes

A direction

A weather vane or

A guess of heads or tails

The coin is flipping through the air

Call it before it lands

The music plays either way

Major notes or minors

Whatever notes will get us through

Another moment

Another breath

Another song

Another gone and went

Send me a sign!

Please send me a sign!

flot

5.19.2012

Set Free From the Thicket


by Sam Flot 2012

Escalating up the luminescent levels

Singling in on the only takeaway

Out of all the left behind misfits

Tangled or set free from the thicket

Dropped in the sunshine

Ready to be the one that shines

Because how can you go through so much and

Not be ready to throw down

When the circle of the spotlight steers itself your way

Surrounding your very presence in the present

How can you let this moment pass?

How can the elements

Provide the perfect backdrop to your rebirth?

How can the earth smile? 

How can the sky paint itself

To signify your importance

In the universal moment

We all raise our consciousness

To appealing new levels of interwoven purposes and

All paths leading to the same precipice

To the same understandings

Along the way and

How can this all come together

As we contain the same understanding and

Wisdom of the ages

Instantly knowledge is dropped

Like a million billion particles of dharma coconuts

Giving in to gravity

Dropping off the tree

Gracing us with it’s fruit and juice and

The bruise on the head is to remind us

We should never forget the wisdom we receive

When we give everything we have

Every single time

No questions asked

No answers given for free

6.2.12

sf

CFR

The Discoverer Hovers

The Discoverer Hovers

by sam flot

Engrained in the chasing 
Of the forward motion

Spacing out the benchmarks

Entrenched in escaping

The wind’s insistent brother

As the discoverer hovers

Over boundaries

Between states of consciousness

Hearing the walking box talking

Selling me stories

Told before the never seen

Altar of the selective collective

Operating on the basis of cooperating

Between essence and dynamics

Between the reactive and the proactive

Satiating your desire

To stoke your internal hard drive’s fire

Inside your core middle center

Matching the book

To the song

To the movie

Never been wrong

Since the last time

May Day 2012  

Hippie Hill, SF, CA

Carving A Pagoda

Carving A Pagoda

by flot

Please don’t interrupt me

I’m carving a pagoda

Looking out around the corners ahead of the curves

The sounds are influencing every move I make

Carving curves and lines

I‘m trying hard to concentrate

Making myself a house of worship

Devoting myself to extinguishing the warships

I’m taking a vow propagating peace

I’m carving this pagoda for weeks

I’m carving for days and years

I’m carving all the blood and sweat

I’m carving out the tears

I would stop and rest

But

I’m not finished yet

I’m carving a pagoda in dark and light

Through thick and thin and with all my might

Sunrise midday and when the sun sets

I’m carving a pagoda

But I’m not finished yet

3.28.2012