#art - Mirror Mind

crayon on paper

#poetry - Odysseus and Penelope

Driving out to the middle of no where
I keep my back to the road---
My mind is on the field and the sky
My heart is tuned to the horizon
My spirit pervades the earth
My soul is this universe
My life is only a demonstration of pure being
My love is patient for me and waits till I return home
     

             And now I have arrived


We have many stories to tell
Though laughter and tears are many, silence is one.

#poetry - peace of mind

point to the poised
and you will be amazed
there ain't nothing
coming from that cave

no, no nothing
just the sound of something
and the pound of pounding
where we're found wanting
to be crowned undaunted
to be crowned undaunted


and i tell you now
and i tell you now

there is no worry on your brow
there is no hurry if you're slow
there is no bother to make do
there is no farther for you

for the one thing you're missing
is a chance to be given
what you've wanted to be given
a remembrance of heaven
and assurance fulfilling
all your needs for all-knowing

and yet it will come to you
and yet it will come to you
and yet it will come to you
and yet it will come to you

#poetry - The Mind's of Magic and the Wall's of Love

The Mind's of Magic and the Wall's of Love

        So satisfied
        I am
        to be
        near you

        So satisfied
        am I
        to feel you
        near me

        I believe in magic
        I believe its real
        I believe in magic
        I believe its real

        I have arrived
        at your gate
        and it will open

        Our eyes and ears
        are never late
        and how the words
        are spoken!

All these walls between us
make it clear and grievous
there are doctors and patients
everywhere

But these walls separate us
a knowledge segregation
that keep us from knowing
each other

Now this mind of ours is common
and in it walls are sermons
little letters making word noise
and of value ways and means
there could be love or fear dreams
becoming love or fear ploys

All for the mindful curious
are the walls of ours porous
osmoting clues like little toys
set of high value magic beans
for love is fueled by fear beams
and igniting love wisens choice

         and along this path
         you find yourself
         with All-Power
         singing
          
I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is
I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is

        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is
        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is

I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is
I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is

        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is
        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is


I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is
I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is

        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is
        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is


I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is
I believe in magic         Do Do
I believe its real         It is

        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is
        I believe in magic         Do Do
        I believe its real         It is

#poetry - mind of fire on fire

"mind of fire on fire"

i was wondering you
while you were wondering me
when we started to talk
about everything

and i heard what you said
and you heard me too
and it sounded good then
but now i don't hear you

cause my mind is of fire
and my mind is on fire
   cause my mind is of fire
   and my mind is on fire

i was good-treating you
while you were good-treating me
when we realized we had
almost everything

then i heard it again
my lips an echo
i was holding you close
but then had to let go

cause my mind is of fire
and my mind is on fire
   cause my mind is of fire
   and my mind is on fire

there's a calling from
the wilderness
that takes me from the path

   but not to stray
   do i leave your side
   i go where i am needed

where the fallen tread
in darkness
and fear is all they have

   it's the right way
   they call and i ride
   for the path i am deeded

walk by the star and
be fearless
as the first and the last

   this is your day
   and i am your guide
   on truth i am seated  

and my mind is on fire
cause my mind is of fire
    and my mind is on fire
    cause my mind is of fire

The Physical Power of Prayer

The Physical Power of Prayer

Sometimes throughout a normal day or night
my mind is taken by a sudden fright
and a portion of it, usually small,
turns like active rebels in my great hall
and demands in no uncertain terms rights
to speak and command the rest of my all.
For to this certain charging sect, its clear,
the end of my days and nights is near!
A bell is rung when this foul charge is sung,
the sect hijacks my peaceable order---
my heart and nerves and spirit beat quarters,
my pulse and timing change elevation.
I end upon my knees, always, in prayer,
where pulse to pulse fingertips subdue this care.

nervous collapse

"nervous collapse"

your mind is running amok---
a thousand fires in the neuron matter,
we can say the patients own the asylum.

icy cotton balls dab and dance on your skin.
your nose feels punched in,
mouth's roof ticks like after a sharp cluck.

your mind is self aware, separating, amok is not enough,
your body, the whole of it, the i, one electric pulse.
heat on your chest spreads outward
            like a fallen card house.

the heart you cannot feel pulses four times normal,
you can only feel it by touching fingers together,
the carotid is booby trapped, so don't touch!

the monkey men call this tachycardia.
you should lie down now and try to curl up,
your brain is a selfish bastard child
            sucking all the 02.

your eyes see the world as it were many bubbles
and inside your hair follicles sizzle, inside your head
words repeat but there is no motor to run your muscles,
            they seize and spasm.

a sitting position becomes a laying position,
hard to breathe either way---and heavy breathing.
of course you know by now something is wrong.

fear is paramount, the death question is more
fantastic and alluring than daydreaming about
a jackpot spending spree or a manic fuckfest.

scroll now through a list of questions,
enter a queue of riddles, counts of ten,
stand up and walk in circles, your testicles retract,
           preoccupy that bastard still---

show favor to a small body part,
caress your ear lobes and slow breathing,
trust it, this works, massage your adam's apple.

your sinus stings---one finger the nostril and blow hard,
nose drooling, huff deep breaths and smack your face.
little by little, let your self believe BELIEVE
           you will survive this.