Monday, December 15, 2014

#poetry - Friend

When I rise its only for a moment I'm alone,
and then the fog of sleep is clearing,
and then the weight of day comes bearing,
but with it too is knowing you are with me.

Chugging along, just chug chugging along.
Its something more than that though!
and I know you know it too and so
we're grooving on up and down and around.

You make me jump right out of my skin--
you've done this before, you'll do it again.
You drive me crazy, but that's not a sin!
I holler at you cause you are my friend.

Where we're going and where we've been
is all the same to me and it is all the world.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

#poetry - on climbing the mountain

days are rolling from the past
four leaf clover in a cast
then i was young and innocent

by the mountains i would climb
i was learning about time
the summit was where my mind was

now i'm looking all around
cloudless daylight coming down
and i gave my all to be here

i feel precious i feel good
i feel greatly understood
but nothing survived my childhood
nothing survived my childhood

Friday, December 5, 2014

#poetry - bum fight over cigarettes

the bums came out of no where
i was holding a coffee and taking a drag
three inches right in front of me
they started to nag
can we have a cigarette we are from the street
i took a sip of coffee
and i said no you can't
i'm smoking all these cigarettes
i need them for me
the shorter fatter stronger one took off his hat
he said we're not asking you
the taller skinny darker one was holding onto a bag
he said you better give it up
i took another drag
and i tried to sip the cup
when the strong one swung at my head
he missed and knocked the cigarette out of my mouth
i threw hot coffee in his face
and flung him all about
pushed his head into the wall
and threw him hard to the ground
i stomped him and i kicked his head
and looked for the other one
he had bolted out of sight and was long gone
the white guy struggled to his feet
he might have fought more
i said this is for a cigarette
just walk away while you can
he thought a moment and did just that
i could tell he walked the wrong way though
after a few minutes he came back
but crossed the street and kept walking on
he did not look back
he called out the black guy's name
but no one was there to call back
then a cop pulled someone over to the side of the road
and the whole sky was black and blue

#poetry - Shabda

i am my higher self
my heart is leading me on
no form of feeling or desire
by love and charity i heal

i am the lord of speech
and dear to women
my presence controls your senses
at will i enter and leave my body

         Shabda O Shabda

#poetry - anahata

shake shake shake shake

i don't want to tell you
what you cannot believe
the future creature comes to get you
when you deceive
a rollercoaster is the way
you all can appear
to hold the moment closer closer
as no one here

ho, hold me tight
oh, we're all right
ho, hold me tight and ho

shake shake shake shake
oh my god it's happening

quaking in my fourth chakra
better than disaster
i am unhurt, unstruck and unbeaten
i am living anahata

shake shake shake shake

scary is a question and funny an answer
are we prey, no we are hunters
blowing Sie sind das un wir sind
die jager, die jager, die i i i
what is taking us so long
when all around us begs to hurry
hop along now little one
the question scary answer funny

ho, hold me tight
oh, we're all right
ho, hold me tight and ho

shake shake shake shake
oh my god it's happening

quaking in my fourth chakra
better than disaster
i am unhurt, unstruck and unbeaten
i am living anahata

shake shake shake shake


#poetry - alpha and alpha

[written a long while ago]

alpha/\/\/\/alpha/\/\/\/
omega/\/\/\/omega/\/\/\/
wave upon wave upon wave---
save me, oh lord, save me!
               i am, i am.
anoint me, anoint me!!
         je suis, je suis,
hey zeus creasy! define order!
define love! define life everlasting!

what is supreme? what is eternal?
and why do we stand around
and wait for the end? why?
but to pretend we know
the first two answers
like a summation problem.

the back of the book holds the answer,
just as well as the front of the book
holds the oil of your fingers' print.
living teeming oil
brought up from the soil,
inorganic matter and charged energy,
to tell in certain form
the answer is wrong
               if you are dead!

what is more absurd than what pascal said,
his wager against all doubt?
to be a lemming on the edge of a cliff
and not wonder a thought for a dip.

ambol along then and gamble away!
most would agree life is a river winding
from source to delta
with escaping vapor, exciting ether

dust in a soundless cloud

Thursday, December 4, 2014

#poetry - it keeps us going

so busy
everyday
we've got many
things to do

so busy
everyday
we've got all
kinds of things

that keep us going
and keep us busy


that trooper
over there
he's been watching
over there

non-stop watching
oh hey trooper
always on
and always watching

he keeps ups going
while we're marching


when calling
so and so
we must tell him
to be good

hey be good
so and so
we must tell him
or he won't be

we keep on going
and going for good


up and down
and left and right
odd are carols
we be singing
at all hours
how we're feeling

in and out
and all around
let's be honest
you love wonder
in the tempest
that you ponder

drown drown drown drown
come down down down

drown drown drown drown
come down down down

come down

the oh the moksha comes and
your head light shows when
you feel yourself then
lift off your toes and

away you go
away you go

away you go
away you go

Saturday, November 29, 2014

#poetry - there was a Rose

there was rose
who knows my toes
they glow
held in a room
consumed
essential perfume

the door was closed
they thought they
had the time
yet we were close
so everything
did shine

i saw the waves
heat rising from
my body
i heard your voice
you knew we
had no body

there was a rose
a mystical
rose
it had a scent
though i
had had no nose

this was a heaven
we had opened
the door
i heard a voice
looking around
for more

the voices came
with lots of ruin
for questioning
too much what we were doing
they should have braced
the voyage we were taking
if they had loosened up
we'd still be sailing

oh well we had it then
although we lost it later
i am happy to have been there
and able to be martyr
and though the truth about it
they will not utter
yet there still remains in my heart
the scent of that great Other

there was a Rose
there was a Rose
a mystical Rose

there was a Rose
there was a Rose
a mystical Rose

#poetry - come help me with a song


oh music come and save me now
I am running hard and long
I am running from old memory
I will soon be overcome

I saw the end of family
I saw the end of all
so I need a new memory
help me make it with a song

help me heal
oh help me love
help me now oh music
come help me with a song

Monday, November 10, 2014

#poetry - The Luckiest

one is the luckiest
two is the luckiest
three is the luckiest
four is the luckiest
five is the luckiest

six is the luckiest
seven is the luckiest
eight is the luckiest
nine is the luckiest
ten is the luckiest

one two three four five
six seven eight nine ten
                 is the luckiest

one two three four five
six seven eight nine ten
                 is the luckiest

Saturday, October 18, 2014

#poetry - Mistah Imascareyou

i don't know though but how bout you
i'm a rollo in the morning dew
i don't know though another clue
minor toll so i make for you

wouldn't you hide it
where i couldn't find it
sneaky denies it
we're gonna ride it

rupert machenzie
found his machete
way out on the jetty
look at him, freddie

ima gonna make you
smile tonight
shake off your lion
we're behind
this don't wanna grab you
take me down
mistah imascareyou
chickentown

this don't wanna grab you
take me down
mistah imascareyou
chickentown

this don't wanna grab you
take me down
mistah imascareyou
chickentown

mistah imascareyou
mistah imascareyou
mistah imascareyou
mistah imascareyou

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

#poetry - Isabella Coconut

Isabella Coconut went too far!
She couldn't find her car, car, car.
Stood there, sat there, laid there, slept,
In the morning she wept, wept, wept!

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

#poetry - watching the shop

get dope, get stoned
eat your moonshine today
don't go to sleep if you want to wake up
there's no stopping there's no stopping
who's not watching the shop
he's the one who's in charge
he's out back with Aunt Marge
we got sick but really we are okay

tell me my friend oh and tell me again
where's the trouble in a bubble
if it bursts its just a hustle
yes and its my turn to speak
i am climbing to the peak
are you coming or just humming
i can't tell we're in an oven
and we're looking back on all we said

when i'm alone i am riding at home
while you're out there in the fog
so far from your lucky star
i can't take it no more
we've got bats at our door
and they're knocking and they're knocking
but we won't go out with nothing
so we rally round the fire we made

and its like i reach out reach out
get it when i reach out
make it what i want it to be
and how hard is it to try
its just the lack that makes us cry
swear yourself into a tapestry
hanging out a tassel and all over the castle
connect ceiling to floor and ignore the hassle

and while you sing
you will say
while you sing
all you say is
get dope
get stoned
eat your moonshine
today

Friday, August 29, 2014

#poetry - any folly that follows

your dreams are not your fantasies
the conscious mind is not asleep

you wake a part of you you cannot explain
that gets up and goes walking while you are asleep

and whatever comes about from this
at most can only stir the pool of emotion

but never be a burden like consequence
for never qualifying as action dreams are

but when you are awake and thinking
like you are dreaming you make fantasies

come straight out of a conscious mind
but play out of a cerebral thesis statement

where you posit an assumption and ply your test
and so you never get let off the hook for any folly

that follows

Monday, August 25, 2014

#poetry - no wonder

well i'm close

to be sure i

to be sure i a i, i a i, i a i

the hunger is slumber is forever
 is no wonder
is to ponder
is much longer
there's some thunder
it contagious
  i'm a spray can
there a first man
in a collar
for a dollar
 you can see him

he's a gold tin
   with a cold gin
and a tin can

he's the first man
he's the first man

and no wonder
and no wonder
and no wonder
and no wonder
and no wonder
and no wonder
and no wonder
and no wonder

Sunday, July 20, 2014

#poetry - The Mirror's Calling

"The Mirror's Calling"

The starlet
dropped a painting's
light deep into her eye---
and it was just all then

deflected
yet unabated,
on its way the otherside---
      The Mirror's calling.

Oh Scarlet,
stop your painting,
night is ready to fly
and you should come soaring

perfected
and with breath baited,
to find that all you hide
is just your all-knowing

going nowhere
no one knows---
no one knows where
no one goes.

The farthest
you've ever gotten
is that truth you deny
the moment it's falling

reflected
and concentrated---
that is how you abide
the mirror's calling

going nowhere
no one goes---
no one goes where
no one knows.

Scarlet run,
time is almost done
for starlet and for sun.

Call everyone,
the end has just begun
and run Scarlet run

going nowhere
no one knows,
no one knows where
no one goes---

run run run!
run Scarlet run!

Thursday, July 17, 2014

#poetry - cold artificial damn distance

you tried to call me
several times
i answered and hung up

i got your message
got the point
the boiling of the moment
came full body

i'm staying out now
not coming home
it's best you drink some tea

so turn in early
get some rest
tomorrow is so charming
we'll try again

secret keeping alerts us
while agony awakes us
the messages we send half-hearted
encases all our thoughts half-thought

the burning of our real desires
subdued by our pride and egos
keeps us loving while we're parted
and hurting every second--for what?

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

#poetry - tremors and aftershock

I saw there was an innocence in you
I couldn't think of what else I could do
When I was near you I was very high
I kept on wondering why I wondered why

Somehow you saw the marvelous in me
It took your breath and took your everything
You didn't know you loved a sinking stone
You gave it all to make a happy home
You gave it all to make a happy

home is where i came to know you
inside your mind inside your heart
the most i ever hoped for happened
all from your mind all from your heart

tremors now and aftershock echoing woes
of photographs and fading scents on clothes


I never stopped believing in your love
It always found me lifting me above
I went out backwards the same way I had came
But this time seeking out the sound of your name

You took your time but you got over me
What once was yours became a memory
The years came rolling on like ocean foam
You got your wish you made a happy home
You got your wish you made a happy

home is where i think about you
treasuring your mind treasuring your heart
there's nothing that could ever love more
beside your mind beside your heart

i hope forever there will be space for me
inside your mind inside your heart
i hope forever you will be happy
inside your mind inside your heart

tremors still but after shock it glows
the wonder of you never fades it flows
the wonder of you never fades it flows
the wonder of you never fades it flows

#poetry - thinking man

hey man hold that pose forever
that upward gaze, that thinking crown
dream a spring to close the distance
savor what is now

you'll meet again, and there'll be laughter
this moment is not so long

yeah
let's feel the breeze, it softly blows
nature is free, and so we go

Saturday, June 7, 2014

#poetry - puffins

when i first came to this earth
i only thought about two things
to have sex with beautiful women
and how to eat a puffin

its high time
i eat a puffin





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