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Matters Concerning Flowers

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Matters Concerning Flowers

Think I better launch into the wondrous –
Self re-administrate the fundamentalist survival codex
Sky,
Make sure everything is succinctly written
And in a cogent manner,
Whisper love replacement therapy
In hope’s most tolerant ear,
Have a few more déjà vu’s before we hit the freeway
Peer beyond the blue pineal core,
As if we had a voice in matters concerning flowers
Those glistening panoramic waltzing sunshine majesties,
Sourcing beauty’s bounteous epicentral ardor,
If you need to call it art,
The wild fiery sapphire vineyard star farm fountain redeemer,
Rocketing, quaking, unbinding,
Corona white arc dawn unbridled violet,
Ardent focused anguished ancient endless depth,
Manic cortège inebriate cosmic dancing destined believers,
Brilliant unrelenting fervor consummate adoration,

Drama, splendor,
Ecstasy…

Or whatever it takes
To magnify the wine…

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Happy Trails

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Happy Trails

I found your secret place
That said, “He who enters,
Relinquish all hope,”

So I’m rolling the dice,
I’m guessing,
I’m believing,
I’m envisioning,
I’m trying to make the illusion of reality
Pertinent, real,

I’m trying to change creation’s mind,

Desiring clarity,
I resorted to flipping a coin,

Should I continue with my hopes,
Dreams and resurrections – Heads,
Or should I respect your expressed wishes
And not intrude on your life,
And quit trying to pursue you
In hopes that you’ll change your mind  – Tails,

It was a penny,
I prayed,

To Jesus, Mary and Meher Baba
For guidance, from the deeps of my heart;
Also flipped,

I shook it up in my cupped, clasped palms
As it rattled around decoding my lines,

I prayed more,

May today ever be your reward
And not your disappointment,
As today I say with determination, conviction,
And quite a bit more understanding:

Happy trails,

Until we meet again…

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Open Vestiture Blues

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Open Vestiture Blues

I was never one
For opening my shirt up
A little, so women
Can get a brief glimpse
Of my harry, animal chest.
Too modest, or something like that,
But I genuinely appreciate it
When a woman reveals her sexuality to me,
Which is always,

So today I did it because
I’m a little horny anyway,
And because I wondered
If it would have any affect
On a woman, just for my own curiosity,
Well something was affecting them,
I think when a woman looks at a man,
In order to save time
Because she’s very efficient,
She sees an amalgam of pluses and minuses, instantly,
To determine whether or not
He is compatible material;
Whether or not he’s capable
Of being worthy of some precious maya,
Whether or not his spiral
Will spiral inside them,
And this registers to her
On a subconscious level,
This may or may not
Register in her consciousness as “attraction”,
Depending on her own exact situation
As regards just about everything,

Today started with a big plus;
With my somewhat open collared chest –
But when they saw my baggy pants
From losing so much weight,
They dropped me,
Next?

But, the open collar
With that manly hair
And those plastic rosary beads?
Now what woman could resist that?

As he sashes down the mall kingdom
Beyond Lord & Taylors and GNC,
“I’m open for business!”
Please sign up for me, my companion,
I long to be your most devoted ally,
I knew you
Or will know you,
I recognize you,

Don’t you recognize me?
We have something of each other’s
We need to exchange
If not in this lifetime,
Then in some other realm
Unbeknownst to us,
I vote now!
I’m just trying to figure out
A successful way to meet you,
Without scaring you,
When I walked through the Mall
Today, I couldn’t believe it,
The women seemed really interested,
I haven’t been looked at like that
In a long time,
I mean from all the way
Across the Mall,
Like I was some kind of a Casanova, or something,
I’m not lying,
But I just walked straight through it all,
Since I’ve lost this weight
It’s a whole new world,

I think that through spiritual lovemaking
I’ve acquired a few of your powers,
Like people being able to see how beautiful you are;
People being able to love you right away,
I put you way up on a pedestal,
Because I truly believe you belong there,
I know there must be lots of reasons
Why you need to say “no” to me,

I have Catholicism imprinted on my soul,
An ancient tattoo of Holy wine,
I can’t look at a woman, well,
Let’s just say
That any possible thoughts of courting a woman
And “marriage” are irretrievably intertwined,
And this
Unfortunately scares most woman away these days,
Too much too soon,
And I become my own
Worst enemy,
Only you know,
But you can’t tell me,
Or think you’ve already told me enough,
If your “no” is still law
Or if laws can ever change…

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Ms. Mystery

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Ms. Mystery

I know you dissolve
Into particles
Whenever there’s a reckoning,
And you compete with the shadow light
In the beguilement of smoke,

I’m aware you’ve arranged
Your particles
To induce beauty,
And that they race with your mystery,
In the revelation
Of seamed patchworks of dark,

I’ve been told that you not only reject,
But punish love,
As retaliation for unforgivable harm,

And that the moon spins wildly
Like fiery electrons
In elliptical conjunctions around your heart,

And that one look in your eyes
Turns men
Into stones that weep blood,

And I’ve been contemplative
As regards the penitentiaries of hope
Condensing on your silken white salt skin burning
Sweet incense to the stars.

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Brahmaloka

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Brahmaloka

Thousand of years pass on earth
For twenty minutes in Heaven,
Or conversely,
10 years absorbed in another dimension
Can be a mere ten minutes on earth,

How can we comprehend these states
Programmed as we are
Into reality as phenomenological consciousness,
Using around ten percent of our brains capacity,
And .00001 percent of the universe’s,
Endlessly focusing on survival,
Pleasure and reproduction?

That’s why abstinence
Is as important as fulfillment,

That’s why forty days of sustained renunciation
For a human,
Breaks any habit.

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The Prime Mover

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The Prime Mover

There is but one God, truth is his name,
Creative is his personality, immortal his form,
Says the Prime Mover,
Yet monotheism was born
First from Zoroastrianism, then Aristotle, Judaism, Christianity,
Islam, Sikhism, Meher Baba, and on and on.
Without monotheism we would still be worshipping the wind and calves forged in gold,
We would not recognize the Creator as One God.

Religion is merely a tool to peel back the veils of the Beloved.
We cannot go religionless without first knowing what religion truly is,
Experiencing its depth,

We can’t be content with mere intellectual knowledge
By focusing on the failures and shortcomings of others,
We must burn in the fundamental fire of religion
Before we can legitimately break free of it,

We perpetually point out all of religion’s failures
And somehow ignore all the successes enacted daily before our eyes.
Religion is the warp and woof of our current civilization,
However flawed
And does much more good
Than it does harm,
The things it’s detractors would like to condemn it for,

In our current culture,
We seem to give more respect to politics and government
Prestige, wealth and power
Than the tools that offer eternal life,

Love the transient, hate the everlasting,

Before we can ever live lawlessly
And at the same time win God’s acceptance,
We must first fathom the importance of true obedience,
And how living in true obedience opens the doorway to true humility,
And how true humility
Is the conqueror of true love,

So I sold my spiritual clothing
And am no longer a publicized Holy Man,

Now just a regular guy
I’ve sacrificed some pretense
In order to observe you closely,

Now that I no longer practice Yoga
And am more subject to innate impulses
My body has begun to ache
And my age is catching up with me,

Now that I’ve given up my powers
Fate appears crouched and ready to strike,

Now that I’ve done these things,
I have received one simple, but valuable reward:
I have come to understand that love
Is not necessarily a great work,
But that it’s vastness can be found in little things
From moment to moment each day,
That love doesn’t necessarily need power
In order to be offered,
That I don’t necessarily have to be a great man
To give a great thing,

Hey Romeo!

The greatest men and women
Often don’t appear so at all,
But they partake of the real treasure of my love.

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Kiss

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Kiss

Everybody stays real calm
Everybody floats along
Everybody watches words
Everybody bangs the gong

Everybody wants the juice
Everybody takes a sip
Everybody ties the noose
Everybody clacks the click

Everybody wants it cool
Everybody has the gift
Everybody plays the fool
Everybody cracks the rift

Everybody talks the game
Everybody has a plan
Everybody stakes the claim
Everybody sells the brand

Everybody pulls it out
Everybody hates the sin
Everybody casts the doubt
Everybody holds it in

Everybody wants the job
Everybody likes the treat
Everybody pays the price
Everybody makes it sweet

Everybody cracks the whip
Everybody signs the deal
Everybody takes the hit
Everybody rips the seal

Everybody wonders why
Everybody hacks the grid
Everybody links the mind
Everybody listens in

Everybody says they’re there
Everybody has to pry
Everybody blows a kiss
Everybody says good-bye.

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Son of “Lonesome For Your Love” (Redux)

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Son of “Lonesome For Your Love” (Redux)

Lonesome feels like
Lonely with a longing,
Lonely is wanting something in general,
Lonesome is longing for someone or something
In particular,
Lonely is a drawing into oneself,
Lonesome is a reaching out to someone from within,
Lonely is for the many,
Lonesome is for the one,

Lonely is the number one chakra,
Lonesome is number four,
Longing two,

Lonely evokes pity,
Lonesome evokes sympathy,
Lonesome is love,
Lonely is truth,

Lonely is breathing in through the left nostril,
Lonesome is breathing in through the right nostril,
Longing is breathing in through the left nostril
And breathing out through the right nostril,

Lonely is for humans,
Lonesome is for God,
Longing is for both humans and God, or together
Simultaneously,

Lonely is yin, lonesome is yang,
Longing is yang,

At any rate, my heart aches hard,

As I remain, ever and as always,

Lonesome for your love…

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John the Baptist Unchained

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John the Baptist Unchained

The world is filled with so many drops
And so many drops remain,
The mountains coronet the realms of St. John
A rainbow, out there in his name,
The universe is a wonder
Filled with wonderful riffs and refrains
A masterful vibrating myth,
Existence itself – a vibrating song,
Like an angel filled moon beaming kiss,
Or a box of rain
He has counted the number of hairs o our heads
(Not many)
That still grow out of each artful tank,
He’s God
He knows,
But nobody knows
What’s rattling around
Or pretends to now pretend it meant
That our individual scintilla of nothing
Meant something to some one, or thing, or time,
At some point
At any point,
If need be
And who’s to say it’s not, or can’t be,
Or didn’t,
The truth is not as rosy as we’d like to always paint,
Awareness,
That it’s not our fate,
Ou gift not refundable,
I just said, thanks man,
Thanks allot,
I’m one with the program now,
Nothing done hereafter
Under the pirate compliant statutes in geodesic code concubine,
Otherwise known as wild synapse wineberry passion
Moon dust ring of fire random hang up charter,
Even if you’re poverty stricken,
The buzzards still buzz
The angels still weep,
The corporations still require their
Ever more needful fix
Of info-wealth stealth, control and acquisition,
You know, that old subversive tear jerker:
“First we mine your energy and time,
Then we’ll require your plasma to grind spattering down!”
Sweet temptation’s timeless wine bliss,
Swashbuckling, coming up
We’ve got to prepare for your ultimate
Swash buckling swish,
A finer vintage you’ll never uncover,
As do the hyacinths,
Ablaze in the labyrinths
In untold treasures of ecstasy,
The sighing, crying multi-universal mojo-jubilee-spree,
Of lucid wisdom shorn;
Individually unique as born
Manifested and brilliant love on fire with flown,
With their own keys and inner gateway traces,
Their own shiny jewels and criminal erasers,
Their own dancing static
Stairway stasis burning red demographic fire,
All reaching, all describing, all sparkling,
A swirling blowing bowing, borrowing,
Rolling flowing magnificent magnificat folds,
To the humble blue humility in the tangents,
In silence
In the requisite atomic weight of grace,
n the requisite atomic dance of fate,
There’s no deeper wine than how
Your pentagram prays and pays,
Ancient and newborn?
Than the precious body and blood of the bread of life,
Or on the flesh of such fine young candidates,
In the deeply green wires of an ancient apple red thrush,
Or in the fruit of the fruit of a non-burning bush?
The land they decreed “Sacred Ground”
Barefoot and dropped with the drip of the bright,
Buzzing amber honeybee’s flood,
Can you boast that you’ve solved what is love’s final dream fate,
On the weight of his somber red crosses of unforeseen weight,
As flows the miracle
From the fractured blinding thunderstruck
Lightening bolted banyan tree rift,
As are the golden leaves frantic with summer
Healing joy’s permanent white walrus swoosh,
Fleeing with the swirling hurricane wander-lust streams of praise,
As was written in the honied seven hour kiss of dawning depth,
Burning through diamonds, and a couple of palatine holy spirit baptismal,
Morning fountains, wires,
Bouquets of fragrant pure radiant compassion
In the subtle blue grape amethyst treasure,
O Nanak,
How insignificant is this man?

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Baba Rush Refined

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Baba Rush Refined

Realization is happiness,

Them girl scout cookies
In the process, in the system, in the kush
Like Luke damn sky walker
Double dream damn down,
Tahoe OG
Obama Bush
Sour Diesel,

Anybody can tap it,

Nobody knows they can,

But me,

Baba woooooooooosssssssssssssssssssh!

Meher Baba,

If GOD were dead and us alive;
Why are we here,
And him deprived?

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Equator

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Equator

You see the way this stardust works,
The way it runs right through your system,
They way it drifts upon a finger,
There’s no barrier for the blood
There’s no equator for these equations,
Why a heart opens to love,
Why a minnow sees the sun glow,
Anesthetized by boring intellect,
Took a gander at the stars,
Glad that I have finally found you
Though I’m recent back from Mars,
I love to put my arms around you.

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Cyberdelphia

 

Cyberdelphia

Cyberdelphia!
Where the oracles of Apollo
Stream in unending array,
And minds bleed their crimson signature
On the parchments of a new day,
Where brazen coronet’s of revelation’s dawn
Pound out in anti-dimensional lore
The unbridled militia of light,
The apomixis of our Soul

Saint Teresa of Avila
You would have made a great hacker!
Surfing the net of pure being,
Cascading down the anamorphic freeway
Surrendering at the gate of the Beloved,
Receiving the holy synaptic wine
Traversing the galactic aorta
To the inner sanctum of your Majesty

This blaze of longing – its fiery, beatific loop
Endlessly repeating in glorified Fusion;
In sacred, golden, gleaming, infinite integers dawning
Firing haphazardly out
Into the blackened corollaries of reason,
Firing out like desperate suns in the purple ocean of Eternity

In the name of serotonin, norepinephrine
And the holy dopamine,
We have received our calling
And are the mutant engines screaming,
We decipher, squander and enrich the code
We make for a hardy, prolific strain
We will not suffer for naught.
We will not be diluted by the will to survive
We are crouched and ready on the endless precipice of survival
Gazing into Eternity
We are the sons and daughters of courageous, unimpeachable love,
Our warped sword forges a new frontier that many will follow
And the paths there are emblazened for His Further Glory

The pineal is the flower
Dimethyltryptamine the buzzing bee,
The dripping nectar holds the sweetness
Of a thousand merging suns

Illuminating 18,000 worlds
In infinite nourishment of the one soul, this
Which has no measure
Yet measures all

Hail! The psychedelic volunteers!
Whose crucified consciousness heals the Wounds of the world,
Hail! The ones awake in the garden still
Bearing the cortical crown of humanities’ thorns,
Scourged by God’s redemptive incarnation,
Nailed to existence for existence sake,
The humbled heart bears the rosebud brand
Of Eternal Magnificence
Ever glorified in paradise
By the miracle trail
Of His rainbowed hand…

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Charge!

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Charge!

Just because GOD shows you his face
Doesn’t mean you know him,
Just because you’re all “goo goo gaga”, “bug eyed out,”
In silent fornication
With another lover’s brother’s sister,
Doesn’t mean we’re forgiven
For any harm we’ve been the spawn of,
Or in cahoots with,

Don’t you understand we become one
With what’s forever rolling lonesome brother,
And unfurling to the truthful rooted core?
That all these crazy tales have happy endings?
That the unmentioned muttered hum
Within love’s only holy rolling bowling ball of thunder,
Now my new day morning phone calls
First ring charge,
And have I ever mentioned yet forgiveness?

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Ant

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Ant

I’m not just an ant with an antennae
That has some honey on it’s tip
I’m a commandeering army
Of secrets pheromones,
Containing mentions of your lips,
Memes and memory clips,
And if the night is long and tearful,
When it comes to mother’s tongue
We have one,

And it is rolling forever forward
In a never ending great Italian discourse
It becomes an obvious discovery,
As in discussing things like love,
Just remember our last kiss,

And the moon…

Whom we both love… now…

Come on….

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A Hobo’s Ten Commandments

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A Hobo’s Ten Commandments

Don’t wear your hair up if you go to Boston
Don’t let the Zombies rule the house
Don’t burn the rubber into bad luck
Don’t mess around when I’m in town,
Don’t hang a horse shoe if you’re that straight
Don’t borrow money if you’re broke
Don’t become homeless if you’re a million air
Don’t take life like it’s a joke
Or a game to win,
Don’t try for singles if you can hit a home run
Don’t hit a home run if a single will do the same

We are consciousness
Not one,
But consciousness in it’s entirety –
We don’t die
Consciousness is forever,
We are consciousness
Not one but all,

The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand,

Don’t forget to praise his holy name.

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Ruby Shoes

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Ruby Shoes

A click, a press, a prayer,
A resurrection,

A Frank Sinatra,
To everyone that ever
Says hey to me ever again,

Have a nice day America, America,
Taxonomy and nomenclature
Graduated New York, New York wine,

Don’t judge a flower by it’s bafflement,
There’s other wonderful’s to bouquet
It’s for it’s very saintly blessing
That God has asked us to be free,
Practically nothing,
Whatever wisdom that might sprout and spree
A taste of all the long lost lonely ‘forget me nots’
That maxed the maxing sinsemilla,
Hardy bitching from the stump,
An infinite bouquet
A reckless wild ride with stars and roses,
Amplified and ringing true Virginia,
A song
Where all your dreams are ever remembered
And ever answered,
Despite the sinking ship
We’ll get you out
Today,
My precious darling,
My wondrous love
Enjoy your stay
Enjoy your ride,
Make my day
Make me cry,
Hear me pray

Love my love…

Everybody’s walking around like they got it figured out,
Yeah sure.

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Rhododendron

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Rhododendron

Please GOD don’t forget me
You know I’m not a liar
I asked of you a blue wire infamy
You gave me a wild red symphony
I asked you for a poppy seed
You gave me a rhododendron
You flashed up like fire
I saw it in your eyes your wires
I saw it in your heart
I saw it in your lonesome
I saw it in your waltz,
There’s wine in everything
I’ll be home for Christmas

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Max Maximum

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Max Maximum

And here’s to you
Max sojourner
On open roads, in honey nods,
In nectar nodes
On power trips
Through night’s vast and endless
Hinter winter wonder-folds,
Of un-lived love
On inner heights
With higher pearls
Great daffodils
Our winning game
Aged beige and wined
Long lasting strained
All proper primed,
All money pure unto you, my charm;
My soul’s one and only
Candy-box of rain,
My chum, my chick, my harlequin
My ‘cry me a river’
Down ‘sink or swim’,
My heart throb’s never ending Beauregard,
My Guinevere
Mr Humperdinck,
My honey bump, my soul within,
My cutie pie,
My never fail,
My never fold
My glory pin
My inner deal
My savior
My make it clear
My moon dust
My dynamite
My ‘make it fly’
My alibi
My silent, lonesome thirst for love
In love’s deep and never ending
Wisdom spiraling hyper-spun
Wedding kiss,
Holy ghosted beyond star’s morning
And here’s to you my awesome lonely dove,
Deep younger wonder why
And the open road of never ever dies
It’s in the way the nectar’s druthers
Drips and drops
The drop’s that sprite the silence
Truthful blue,
Past night’s eternal storm elixir fly,
Spread light’s veiled eternal ocean hue
Of fountained love full of storm, I climb;
A throated, unctuous, spurious tune;
A soul thrilled lullaby,
A master mastering
That streams right through
The very will of GOD;
The ancient never ending
Falls for you,
Makes you cry my dear,
My infinity
My magnitude
My sacred flame
My philosophy
My inner ‘have no fear’,
Max sojourner,
My sunshine
Max Maximum.

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Deep Sojourner

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Deep Sojourner

And here’s to you
Deep sojourner
On the open road, I call,
Through night’s vast and endless hinterlands,
To light’s veiled eternal shawl
Of fountained love to you, I drink;

The soul’s a pair of overalls,
The soul’s a box of rain;
A scarlet ribbon for her hair,
A throbbing heart of aching pain;
An endless stroke of luck,
The soul is a thrill that runs through GOD;
In love’s deep and never ending fuck.

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Stain

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Stain

The world is filled with so many drops
And so many drops remain,
The mountains coronet the realms of St. John
A rainbow, out there in his name,
The universe is a wonder
Of wonderful riffs –
Wonderful refrains
A masterful vibrating myth,
Existence itself – a vibrating song,
Like an angel filled moon beaming kiss,
He has counted the number of hairs
(Not many)
That still grow out of each lull,
But nobody knows
What’s rattling around
The inner boomerangs in our skull,
Or pretends to now pretend it meant
That our individual scintilla of nothing
Meant something to some one, or thing, or time,
At some point
At any point,
If need be
And who’s to say it’s not, or can’t be,
Or didn’t,
The truth is not as rosy as we’d like to always paint,
That it’s not our fate
We want our money back,
I just said, thanks man,
Thanks allot,
I’m one with the program now,
Nothing done hereafter
Under the pirate compliant statutes in geodesic code concubine,
Otherwise known as wild synapse wineberry passion
Moon dust ring of fire random hang up charter,
Even if you’re poverty stricken,
The buzzards still buzz
The angels still weep,
The corporations still require their
Ever more needful fix
Of info-wealth stealth, control and acquisition,
You know, that old subversive tear jerker:
“First we mine your energy and time,
Then we’ll require your plasma to grind spattering down!”
Sweet temptation’s timeless hiss,
We’ve got to prepare for your ultimate
Swash buckling swish,
A finer vintage you’ll never uncover,
As do the hyacinths,
Ablaze in the labyrinths
In untold treasures of ecstasy,
The sighing, crying multi-universal mojo-jubilee-spree,
Of lucid wisdom shorn;
Individually unique as born
Manifested and brilliant love on fire with form,
With their own keys and gateway traces,
Their own shiny jewels and criminal erasers,
Their own dancing static
Stairway stasis burning red demographic fire,
All reaching, all describing, all sparkling,
A swirling blowing bowing
Rolling flowing magnificent magnificat folds,
To the humble blue humility in the tangents,
In silence
In the requisite atomic weight of grace,
There’s no deeper wine than how your pentagram plays,
Ancient and newborn?
Than the precious body and blood of the bread of life,
Or on the flesh of such fine young cannibals
In the deeply green wires of an ancient apple red thrush,
Or in the fruit of the fruit of a non-burning bush?
I now own the land they decreed “Sacred Ground”
Barefoot and dropped with the drip of the bright,
Buzzing amber honeybee’s flood,
Can you boast that you’ve solved what is love’s final dream fate,
On the weight of his somber red crosses of unforeseen weight,
As flows the miracle
From the fractured blinding thunderstruck
Lightening bolted banyan tree rift,
As are the golden leaves frantic with summer
Healing joy’s permanent white swoosh,
Fleeing with the swirling hurricane wander-lust streams of praise,
As was written in the honied seven hour kiss of dawning depth,
Burning through diamonds, and a couple of palatine holy spirit baptismal
Bouquets of fragrant pure radiant compassion
In the subtle blue grape amethyst treasure,
O Nanak, how insignificant is this man?

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A Stradivarius, Endlessly

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A Stradivarius, Endlessly

It’s a beautiful day
If you want to take a walk with me
I’ll tell you where
Real Bhakti Mojo might be found:

I’m riddled in the golden gate
And silver archway westward bound,
I’m nestled in the brilliant Sun
And furthest star they ever found,
I’m nestled in the smallest crack
In the blackest black
Wherever flowers are found,

Loneliness is a disease;
A disease Jesus remembers,
It hasn’t been classified yet
Because scientists still think it’s an emotion,
But like a cancer,
Sometimes it doesn’t go away,

Not with tough love
Not with kind love
Not with pensive, careful
Sensible love,
Not with dynamite love,

There’s no disease worse than being unloved,
Ask anybody, it spreads,

That’s why Mother Teresa of Calcutta was a Saint,
Because she loved
And gave dignity to those
That had none, and had hope for none,
The disdained, the trod upon, the hopeless, the forgotten,

Jesus remembers that kind of love,

Who knows where love is born
Who knows where it goes,
That it’s here is a mystery,
That it’s here is my soul
That it’s here at all
That it’s the weight the heart can’t barter
That it’s the weight the heart can’t bear
That makes us call triumphant lover,
That makes us say, “Here’s my everything”,
And sing, “Ave Maria,”
Even when nobody’s there,
There’s nothing like the smell of fresh silicon
In the morning,
The burning in of the motherboard,
The crackling strawberry dawn
Of elemental circuitry,
Fountaining sparks of jubilantly obedient
Nothings and ones;
A bliss driven shot of the synaptic discourse
Of the wine infinitely human,
Neurotransmissions duly hard wired;
Bonded ganglion’s of languaged energy
Now grown flesh,
Beyond formulaic catastrophic
Chaos innate survival’s theoretical uncertainties,
No muss, no fuss, no bother,
No urge, no kingdom, no nothing, no time,
Just a vibration,
A primordial push,
An endless supernatural whim
Communicated cleanly, notwithstanding,
Oh come all ye
Born again redirected societally correct
Political materialistically
Perfect Mastered trans-relativistic monks;
Super secular humanoid automatons,
Shockless monkey’s trans-glorified
Drama, in ebullient, gloved,
Godless pantomime –
Gilded stallions in amethyst sugarplum
Treasure,
If I exist, if I exist at all;
On the wings of a hundred
And fifty million magical mysterious hummingbirds,
On angel wings augmented snow white dove
Symphonies, sprinkled at random,
From Camelot,
That rain drop
That recognize
That holy name
That palace
That mainline
That catalyst,
That crucify
That mind fuck
That epiphany
That praise lark,
That golden rock,
That Holy Grail
That wine cup,
That moonbeam
That Gethsemane,
Glorious fountains
Of wondrous rung brightnesses
Navaho fabulous shaktiipat symphony
Neoprene bright
Languaged green languaging languaged in energy
Hints of white nothingness dumping up thumpity,
Glory strung under incumbent redundancy
Fingering devas in leprechaun poltergeist
Demagogue, Omaha, frequency, sacrifice
Thinking in hollywood hallowed and honey-light,
Twirling elixirs in strawberry concubine,
Wonderful thundering bumbling rumble bees
Buzzing the moon in abundant redundancies,
A violin,
Though all off all this nothing
And all of this everything –
A Stradivarius, endlessly.

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Let Freedom Ring 2

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Let Freedom Ring 2

It’s kind of like magic
A chance sprung
It’s sealed with a kiss
Painfully arbitrary
It goes without saying
If I had it in a bottle
I’d give to you some,
Like magic,
Happy happenstance
Memory of a former lifetime
Whimsical,
Mojo rising,
In all the way,
Liquid tear drops,
It’s in the way that you use it,
It comes and it goes,
Will, intent, laser focus
Blood, sweat and tears,
Love potion number nine,
Déjà vu
Hang in there and hold on to,
Chi,
Pranayama,
Random chance
Hope, prayer, karma, kundalini,
Adi Shakti, grace of God
You tell me
Lucky as a leprechaun
I know
And charming as a new life,
Holy Spirit
Great Spirit
GOD
Keep up,
Let freedom ring,
Have we escaped?
Can we move in,
Can we move on
What’s the first thing you feel
The first thing you say
The first taste
The sense
The want
The first thing you recognize,
The floral array
Your mind’s a diamond eye
There’s an intrepid rainbow fire inside,
A true form diamond old fashioned
Crazy thoughts on love,
Takes it’s toll on sanity
I suppose there’s ultra fifty billion people in the
Universal sandboxed playpen, nightly
All beautiful wined and dined in ecstasy
A fable, a fairy
With hair all red
And proof inside,
My mind has been jailbroken
Through the dust of love;
I feel the need for speed
To let it go
Just to say so,
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah,
You’re gonna win
Any day
Any way now
You’re my diamond
You’re my violin
You’re my soft-spoken
You’re my lost star
You’re my truth within,
I’m your lost cause,
I’m your crucifix
I’m you’re axle-rod
I’m your petrous rock,
I’m your ball peen
You’re my box of rain
I’m your hari-kiri,
I’m your first tear,
I’m your pantomime
I’m you’re alibi,
I’m your radar,
In urgent need of oneness come
Through majesty,
Your inner gaze,
Your deep insist;
To rearrange the tempos
And the limbos
Of your sweetness eye,
Zero gravity
Long time sunshine rise,
Beauty in,
That pure core higher oneness come
Inner buddha charm,
That galant lark,
That cross to bear
That lucky run,
Between the wisdom and the legalese,
I bow as if a slave
Unto the magic and the thunder of –
God’s precious love.

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Radar

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Radar

My mind has been jailbroken
Through the dust of love
I’m jail bate,
I feel the need for speed
To let it go
Just to say so,
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah,
You’re gonna win
Any day
Any way now

You’re my diamond
You’re my violin
You’re my soft-spoken
You’re my lost star
Your my truth within,
I’m your lost cause,
I’m your crucifix
I’m you’re axelrod
I’m your petrous rock,
I’m your ball peen
I’m your hari-kiri,
Your first tear,
I’m your pantomime
I’m you’re alibi,
I’m your radar.

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Diamond Eye

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Diamond Eye

Do you find
What’s inside your heart
More interesting than
What’s going on outside
All up in the world,
All up in your mind?
Have we escaped?
Can we move in,
Can we move on
What’s the first thing you feel
The first thing you say
The first taste
The sense
The want
The first thing you recognize,
The floral array
Your mind’s a diamond eye
There’s an intrepid rainbow fire inside,
Add infinite,

A true form diamond old fashioned
Crazy thoughts on love.

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Let Freedom Ring

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Let Freedom Ring

It’s kind of like magic
A chance sprung
It’s sealed with a kiss
Painfully arbitrary
It goes without saying
If I had it in a bottle
I’d give you a little some-
Thin’
Somethin’ sometime,
Like magic,
Happy happenstance
Memory of a former lifetime
Whimsical,
Mojo rising,
In all the way,
Liquid tear drops,
It’s in the way that you use it,
It comes and it goes,
Will, intent, laser focus
Love potion number nine,
Déjà vu
Hang in there and hold on to,
Chi,
Pranayama,
Random chance
Hope, prayer, karma, kundalini,
Adi Shakti, grace of God
You tell me
Lucky as a leprechaun
I know
And charming as a new life,
Holy Spirit
Great Spirit
GOD
Keep up,
Let freedom ring,

Do you find
What’s inside your heart
More interesting than
What’s going on outside
All up in the world,
All up in your mind?
Have we escaped?
Can we move in,
Can we move on
What’s the first thing you feel
The first thing you say
The first taste
The sense
The want
The first thing you recognize,
The floral array
Your mind’s a diamond eye
There’s an intrepid rainbow fire inside,
Add infinite,
Chop it off and give it to her,
A true form diamond old fashioned
Crazy thoughts on love.

My mind has been jailbroken
Through the dust of love
I’m jail bate,
I feel the need for speed
To let it go
Just to say so,
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah,
You’re gonna win
Any day
Any way now

You’re a diamond
You’re a violin
You’re a radar
You’re a lost star
A truth on through,
My lost cause,
My sweet, stained,
Divine wine thoughts
My crucifix
My petrous rock,
My ball peen
My radar,
My pantomime
My alibi.

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Open Rose

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Open Rose

In urgent need of oneness comes
Through majesty,
Your inner gaze,
Your deep insist;
To rearrange the tempos
And the limbos
Of your sweetness eye,
Zero gravity
Long time sunshine rise,
Beauty in,
That pure core higher oneness
Inner buddha charm,
That galant lark,
That cross to bear
That lucky run,
Between the wisdom and the legalese,
I bow as if a slave
Unto the magic and the thunder of –
Your precious love.

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Bhakti Bhaktiman

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Bhakti Bhaktiman

It’s a beautiful day,
How do I eradicate arrogance
Without God
Getting a little rough;
Resorting to the belt sometimes,
If you want to take a walk with me,
Lace my shoes,
I’ll tell you where
The real Bhakti Bhaktiman might be found,

Mojo rise up?

He’s headed to the silver lake
Through silent fox-ways westward bound,
He’s mellow in the golden Sun;
The sweetest place you’ll ever find,
The world is filled with so many drops
And so many drops remain,
The universe is a wonder
Of wonderful soul wrenching riffs –
A masterful vibrating myth,
Existence itself –
Vibrational, symphonic, selectively wound,
Like an angel filled, not to end,
Moon drenching kiss,
If I exist, if I exist at all
On the wings of a hundred billion
Augmented hummingbirds humming a rhapsody,
On the wings of a snow white dove flown from Camelot,
My silence
My legacy
That rain drop
That recognize
That holy name
That palace
That mainline
That catalyst,
That crucify
That mind fuck
That epiphany
That praise lark,
That golden rock,
That Holy Grail
That wine cup,
That moonbeam
That Gethsemane
That Amethyst.

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The Realms Of St. John

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The Realms Of St. John

The world is filled with so many drops
And so many drops remain,
The mountains coronet the realms of St. John
A rainbow in his name,
The universe is a wonder
Of wonderful riffs –
A masterful vibrating myth,
Existence itself – a vibrating song,
Like an angel filled moon beaming kiss,
He has counted the number of hairs
(Not many)
That still grow out of my skull,
But nobody knows
What goes on inside
The inner heart of a woman.

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Amethyst

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Amethyst

If I exist, if I exist at all
Innately?
Where miracles trick fate
Whispered prayers
On the wings of a hundred
And fifty billion magic hummingbirds
Go within
Dig deep inside
Down in love,
That holy kiss
Mainline
That deep inside
That golden drop
That recognize
That crucifix
That simplified
That elegant
That epiphany
That lark of praise,
Amethyst.

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Bhakti In A Bottle

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Bhakti In A Bottle

It’s a beautiful day
If you want to take a walk with me
I’ll tell you where
Real Bhakti Mojo might be found:

I’m riddled in the golden gate
And silver archway westward bound,
I’m nestled in the brilliant Sun
And furthest star they ever found,
I’m nestled in the smallest crack
In the blackest black
Wherever flowers abound,

Loneliness is a disease;
A disease Jesus remembers,
It hasn’t been classified yet
Because scientists still think it’s an emotion,
But like a cancer,
Sometimes it doesn’t go away,

Not with tough love
Not with kind love
Not with pensive, careful
Sensible love,
Not with dynamite love,

There’s no disease worse than being unloved,
Ask anybody, it spreads,

That’s why Mother Teresa of Calcutta was a Saint,
Because she loved
And gave dignity to those
That had none, and had hope for none,
The disdained, the trod upon, the hopeless, the forgotten,

Jesus remembers that kind of love,

Who knows where love is born
Who knows where it goes,
That it’s here is a mystery,
That it’s here is my soul
That it’s here at all
That it’s the weight the heart can’t barter
That it’s the weight the heart can’t bear
That makes us call triumphant lover,
That makes us say, “Here’s my everything”,

And sing,

Immaculate Mary –
Our Hearts are on fire!

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Bluster

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Bluster

So goes the holy rolling epicenter
The master nods awash
Each joyous mounting flood,
Or velvet ambrosial elixir
Drawn from the mystic sea,
Nor in a starship lightyears onward,
Or magic carpet ride to anyplace,
My home sweet where
Sweet anywise,
Nor are words just words
But bouncing sounds,
Or sounds just sounds
But onrushing inner auditory kingdoms
Playing symphonies, interwoven
By the architecture of a newly fueled,
New humanity waxing
On a higher test of further love,
To whom should we grind our teeth
Or toll our bell to?
No one else does anything,
A sign depends on what the moon is in,
Golden dust within the deeps of anytime,
In searching for your nothingness, infinite,
In all this groveling
Perhaps it’s found
That priceless gem
Glittering,
In priceless crimes of deepest love
All dialed up in dust
Of what’s surrendered there,
In all the naughts
And every below abounding
Every star that’s ever anyplace,
The light deep inside the heart of anytime,
Give us this day our box of love;
In a precognitively transducive,
Illuminative wave
I sing this poem,
This push, this shove
This anything;
A jealously suggestive inner rhapsody,
A yellow mustard seedling sowing
Someone’s something hope,
A blustery sea-green gale of wind
Rustling through infinity,
Resurrection day,
Anywhere –
USA.

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Epiphany

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Epiphany

We’re here,
We might as well gobble up God,
So as to say Grace,
That’s why we’re putzing around
Down square one
In the first place,
Don’t be bashful…
God holds a secret place in his heart of hearts
For his gamblers, con artists and risk takers;
Shooters of moons,
For those hungry enough to take a chance,
To roll the dice someday,
To say something,
To pay the price
Naughty or nice,
GOD wants to be courted and sparked,
Maybe, swindled, one might hide;
Very much amused
By our little flirtations and foreplays,
Quite the aficionado of novelty;
Quite a connoisseur of clever surprises,
Wanting us to claim our own swagger,
To have a little confidence sometimes,
If we just sit here, lallygagging,
Hoping we’ll just get served,
He may, or he may not come,
But as is the predilection of yin,
He prefers that we put it all on the line, and go,
If only to make sure, if only as a test,
If only for one time,
Or an unanswered prayer,
Or an unwritten karma
With a past due claim,
If only for the sake of being,
If only without having to ask,
If only for a full course feast
Of infinite delicacies
Catered by angel cake angels
As the dresser of words
At the wedding feast of the beloved eternal,
With maximum juice; a spritzing étouffée,
Flooding spaces flooded vacant
From withdrawal from sensate indulgences unspoken,
Synaptic bouquets of the rarest and finest
Of crackling infinite white pearl
Dripping bitter sweet wines,
Glistering punch drunk powerful
Souvenirs of pseudo-spiritualistic, self-aware red dalliance,
Tickled by the pixies of darwinian myopathy,
Inundated with ungrateful funeral pyre symbiopathy,
Sparkling feathers and swirls
Fades ambrosia’s stained glass amethyst daughter –
Unthinkably awoken by violability,
Insistently fountaining stunning photo voltaic eulogies
Prismatically rubric like diamond eye rocket ricochets,
Looking for new end sparks
Primping new prismatic rainbow ambrosias
In wild eyes,
An ever deepening mystic awakening,
In every holy rolling mercy seed that’s sown,
In remarkable, unendingly, phenomenologically,
Unabashed, unutterable, infinite, undeniable
Certifiably
Michelangelo
Magnanimous
Mountain
Mother
Comet
Silent
Indigo
Epiphany
Hurricane
Halifax
Mystery
Epiphany.

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Macho Man (Revised)

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Macho Man (Revised)

Think paramount,
World war within,
Crept pink allowed,
Soul opened wide
Out fox her in
Him crucified,
She shadowboxed,
She foreskin fixed
Post-luminous
Past Lancelot
Post Ice-Capades,
Free recognize
Past Ginny Fizz,
Try tolerant
Try honey shades,
Try history hides
Try luminance
Try rainbows,
Try shadows,
Try ghosted streams,
Try moonbeams
Down the hidey – hide,
Down the widey-widey
Down Dallas way
Down day-glo
Up 4th Street
Where the Gin’s bestow,
Through Ports-mouth,
Past Paramount,
Post politics
Free recognize
Post power mix,
Will rectify,
Glory glory lore
Trippin’ trip time
Down the howdy how,
Down the coral line
Down Palantine’s,
Shocker locker rockers
Strewn brilliantly
The i-ching blocks,
She’s a brain vine,
She’s a fountain twist,
She’s a spawn ride
He’s a salt trade
He’s a glory lory,
He’s a fossil fuel
She’s a brick house,
Hidey honey high
Widey-widey-wde,
He’s a false trait,
She’s a moon glow,
She’s a never-ever
Ending blossom
Like a ruthless
Bruising hemisphere,
She’s a fortnight,
He’s a main cog
She’s a blame clog,
He’s a line gear
He’s a dog in,
She’s a dandelion
He’s a prophet spoke
He’s a blame line,
She’s a crucifix
She’s a freak sign
She’s an axel blaze
He’s a hot coal,
She’s a rocket fix,
He’s a mainline,
She’s the wire-fire,
Makes them train plow
Makes them back spin
Makes them radar
Profit prophet mix,
Makes them moon walk
Makes them purple haze
Makes them back talk,
Makes them slow flow
Makes them ink dry
Makes them hidey-glide
Makes them sigh forever
Sighing sighing sighing,
Saint Francis,
He’s a howdy dowdy,
She’s a free flow
She’s a form fit
Form recognize
Flow tolerance
Form history hides
Flow the hidey – hide,
Flow the widey tide,
Flow the widey tidey –
For the widey tidey tide:

“Macho maing now,
Macho man,
Macho maing now,
Macho macho macho,
Macho maing now
Macho man,
Macho maing now,
Macho macho macho macho!”

(repeat)

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Jubilee House

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Jubilee House

Great within the great crack I fix
My many vanities, tangled upside in,
Not one yellow error broken won’t break beneath
The veil all wound up in sync,
Sacred sun calamities,
In sunny bright black – out I peace,
Yellow crack in the hack light in back, I think,
By the moon stars gifted back in Hackensack,
With the holy other, silent, father, ring it brings,
Past Mars,
Sweet Marie around,
Endless offering,
In cars, in bars,
Nor do we ever choose
To stay around,
Or to be alone,
A path that hadn’t been
Re-announced at least,
Next time we soon exist
How many flips to toss, or many tossed to flip,
How many times the cost –
To nail the holy wrist –
That cost a holy kiss in a pantheon
Of long lost judgment re-uptake inhabitants –
How many times must we choose
That we be beaten down
Just to be built back up again,
In bliss shorn thorns of timeless emptying,

Those secret, silent promises,
In pseudo-sunday violet darkened deviant
Thunder asunder silence sparkle
Cometh fine the purple King,
And bring the jewels,
Bring geniuses
And morning glory blossoms
And I’l crush them into crystals
That will heal the wounds
Of humankind,
A pre-meditated, pre-medicated
Lack of jealousy, spinning green-leaf free
Like a whirling dervish leading a great red infantry,
Down to Santa Claus,
Of what was,
Is, and what
Was whatever war has gained our mystery,
Behold a well oiled vision
In blood test flooded denizen red,
One holy dreamed surrendered
Present at thee feet above
Six stones beneath the holy lamb of love
Of the lamb, the lamb
Of wine and bread,
Of Christ the King
On sacred ground,
How many sprinkled diamonds land,
Must we chill
At the wine of the Ataman,
Of this circuses funny farm ride,
Though the misty violet rings of
The Crazy Eighth House,
Where human souls left in broken silence
Are alone,
Till the next one scores,
Holy further rings of nebula
Around heart silent star farm ardor adrift
Through the eighth said silent sundry purple subtle
Silent sunny sonar vibrant bells
Sunday brilliant Jubilee House,
In broken emptiness,

And still I fall
Unto you
I sing.

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That Nothing Fix

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That Nothing Fix

Hungry for that nothing fix
I soon devised my exodus,
My exodus
From genesis,
A primal dawn without those tricks,
Hungry for that nothing mix,

Hungry for that surreal name
I hungered for
The nothing game
A nothing game of sacred fame,
A sacred frame where nothing came,
Hungry for that surreal name,

Crimsoned with her holy kiss
Chained with my own secret-ness,
Blanketed with tenderness,
Shining bright from a silver hiss,
Crimsoned by her nothingness,

Buckled down without her fear
For the holy hand of God is near
Silver pathed splayed i-ching sticks –
Maître d’ of lunatics,
In hungering for those nothing kicks,

Crushed with love – the symphony,
Underneath the divine soliloquy;
Astral planes adorned in ecstasy
We’re the hungry one’s at the jubilee,
Crushed with love – the symphony.

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Those Winter Sundays By Robert Hayden

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Those Winter Sundays

By Robert Hayden
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?

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Wilmer Flores

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Wilmer Flores

Sometimes I feel like the Mets
Or like the career of Wilmer Flores,
With all the stories,
Wilmer Flores,
Sometimes I feel like a Yankee,
Sometimes a Met,
Sometime I feel all brawn
With all the clapping fans adoring, like Aaron Judge,
Sometimes a Brooklyn bum, all on the run,
All torn adrift,
All lost,
All winsome lonesome won some fan forlorning,
Sometimes I feel like some handsome man
Cavorting,
Or this is not our fate
On second base
Don’t slow me down
That’s not my pace
That’s not where all things crack,
That’s not the center field where I stand
In the meadow at the dawn hopeless love for you
And in the end
One tiny silent dove
Asked to play with tips
One silent solemn melody, adoringly
Of love
To the stars above
Don’t try to stand your ground
I always tell the truth
Don’t try to settle down,
Though it may turn around
Though this is not our fate
Would ever wear me down
I’m never letting go, I’m finally headed home
Or would I ever think
That anything might ever be more boring, fun loving and adoring,
Wilmer Flores.

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Blue Sky

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Blue Sky

We faced the extremes to fathom the highlights –
We fathomed the violet to face the forgetter,
But failed to fathom the yellow we entered
And endlessly everything’s open from open,
That opened the fathoms that fathomed the finite,
And fathomed the bright white in full treasuring gnosis
In ice frosted, red-ribboned, wand sprinkled rubies,
And the hex in the endless remarkable mirrors,
Would witness whatever blue witness would lock up
In eschatologically treasuring charters,
A song that we’re singing inside our inside our,
Or the text that we text when our text is not there,
Down the tide where the time is our tide is our tide
Is our time now,
When the dawn is white lightening
Moon light red rivering and wide,
Where the eye is the eye of the I of the I’s now,
On a mountain that’s higher than higher than highs,
No matter what was, or what’s where, or what’s when then,

Or what’s why, or what’s high, or what’s nigh. or what’s shy now,
Or what oneness is oneness
What fathoms the love
In three tones of oneness
With the blue sky above,

I am the why in the why in the why in the why now,

That wild card gene injected
Into the chromosome, just for luck,
Just for anything,
Turned out to be just the right one,
Far left of everything,

I’m not a gambling man, not any more,
Figured out that spin,
The spin won’t fall to you at all,
If you are not all in,

Why not go to the moon
Enjoy the little things life gives,
And let GOD resolve all the riddles
And puzzles we can’t accept
Again today
As we wander smilingly,
As if intoxicated,
Along the way?

I bow to the universe
I bow to the existence of the existence of,
I bow to the compassionate father,
I bow to the Avatar of avatars of,
I bow to one true pure sweet light –
I bow to the light of the light of
The light of the light of the light of!

 

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To The Light Of The Light Of The Light Of

 

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To The Light Of The Light Of The Light Of

Why not go to the moon
Enjoy the little things life gives,
And let GOD resolve all the riddles
And puzzles we can’t accept
Again today
As we wander smilingly,
As if half intoxicated,
Along the way?

I bow to the universe
I bow to the existence of the existence of,
I bow to the compassionate father,
I bow to the Avatar of avatars of,
I bow to one true pure sweet light –
I bow to the light of the light of
The light of!

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All In

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All In

Before we decide
To punish the world
By punishing ourselves,
Think of what it might do
To us,

That wild card gene injected
Into the chromosome, just for luck,
Just for anything,
Turned out to be just the right one,
Far left of everything,

I’m not a gambling man, not any more,
Figured out that spin,
The spin won’t fall to you at all,
If you are not all in.

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Listened, Humanity

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Listened, Humanity

The puzzle of puzzles
The Zen of Zen
The i-rock, the i-ran
The comedy of errors
The sun in the the sunlight
The science of silence
The moon in the morning
The white dove on the window sill
The star of stars bekoning
The spent that sprang wonderstruck
Due west unsung
The wood enthroned union
And then the cataclysm,
Your native son so desperately burning
For your highest love,
Listened, now, humanity…

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Things

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Things

I’m tired of building the nest egg
Fashioning it
Stylizing it
Centering my universe around it
Bringing shiny objects in
From distant realms to make it sparkle,
Painting it, purchasing it,
Worshiping it,
Giving my life’s blood for it,

Let’s find the joy and magic
Beyond the material plane,
Let’s stop expecting life
To entertain us,
Let’s go give life a run for it’s money,
Let’s show her who’s the boss now,
I call on the wisdom and wonders
Beyond
All the things we claim are ours.

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The Hukam of My Command

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The Hukam of My Command

The pagan’s oblations are pointless,
They worship nature as their deity,
They bow to the wind, air, water and fire,
And call to the ethers,
They conclude that by assuaging the devas
Mother Nature will be kind to them,
But she has her own agenda
And always has,
And is just as likely to devour them,
As to dazzle them with her mercurial beauty,

They flaunt their black robes at black masses,
They cherish sorcery and the occult
And chant incantations to Baal,
They treat the God of Jacob as a concept to be joked about,
They read horoscopes to determine their future
In the stars,
But all of these avenues
Eventually end in misfortune,
And any blessing they perceive to have garnered from their actions
Is fruitless and transitory,

Calling themselves witches and warlocks,
They hate religion and proselytize
Against it,
They deny and defy the progenitor of love,
But they are fakes,
Granting forecasts and wishes for a fee,
Their errors deceive the world
And they deceive themselves in teaching
Their own brand of synthetic freedom to the world,
Mostly they dwell in contradiction
While imagining themselves soothsayers or pioneers,
Rejecting compassion
They focus on varying degrees of emptiness,
And emptiness becomes their only friend,

Hey Romeo!

Who made you judge, jury and executioner?
If you loved them as I love them
Then maybe they would desire my mercy by now,
Instead of having to be deceived again and again
By the pitfalls of sanskaric renegotiation,

When the nectar flows,
The buzzing bee enters the mind,
Then the hurricane of utmost bliss
Cannot be constrained by space and time,

Only with my help and my offer of salvation
Can one perfect the utmost bliss, the absolute,
Mind in its initial and primordial state,
Unstained,

Don’t tarnish it with simplistic judgments,

Instead, convince them that the Master’s foot
Is what crushes mundane existence,
And to obey the Hukam of my command,
And to walk in the ways of my will.

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Default Frequency Algorithmic Syndrome Shuffle Redux In Chains

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Default Frequency Algorithmic Syndrome Shuffle Redux In Chains

I’ve stopped thinking of GOD
In a romantic way,
But we haven’t broken up,

I had hopes,
But found out hopes were gorgeous,
But worthless jewels,

GOD ordained stained glass happiness
For a lot less than he bargained for
In his betrothal to a decidedly indigo me,
i could have been someone else’s diamond,
It’s too late now,
I’ll just have to settle
For the default frequency algorithmic syndrome
Shuffle redux in chains,

I got cruel from the third pineal light,
Pushed far out,
Then focused back very close in depth again,
Fought from way back
Maybe six or seven times
Just to learn that punishment
Was the only thing there anyway,
And how it never stoped emanating triumphantly
From its infinitely tiny pointless void,
From its brutal, beautiful black hole dream
From which everything sprung;
Diamond crystal universal flowering flowing,
Free form crazy fountain!

But what good is it to complain?
If my poems and praises didn’t make him happy
Or move him,
How could my complaints?

I lost my sunshine in the pouring rain,
Which, apparently
No longer stops falling, “new rule”
Punching my way out this time
Is no longer much of an option – out to where?
They’re clamping down now,
But keep digging, they told me,
Sometimes you”ll find the unexpected,
And it turns into
The most precious thing in the universe anyway,

Everyone keeps saying,
Hold on to GOD’S daaman, the hem of his robe,
Never let go, that’s where all the miracles come from,
That’s where all the redemptive
Dreamers go,
Keep that door open, be patient, have faith,
Never lose hope,
And it’s a hard, hard climb I know,
But wait until that next time,
When GOD “withholds” even his daaman from your grip,
When there’s less than nothing to hold onto…
Before you cast your next stone.

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Those Who Keep

The Love Of Money

Those Who Keep

When hunger for the dollar lures one in
And power is the pinnacle to reach,
All bantering with God won’t get you there,
What is the force that one must soon beseech?
Truth wins all quarrels, divvies out the pain
Of which the realization armies preach
Is wisdom with a hook that plucks the brain
Unto the docile plumage of the leach
That sucks until the capillaries squeak
And nestles unbeknownst to those who care
Upon the hearts of loneliness and fear
When emptiness becomes the thing that’s shared
Many a lion roams the jungle’s depths
And pounces on the planes of sweet release,
But only those who’ve sold their can know
The hungers of a lion without teeth,

Look deep within and know the open rose,
The fragrance bursting sweet with inner peace
A thousand times the wealth of one who has,
A million times more joy
Of those who keep.

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3.14159265359…(Revisited)

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3.14159265359…(Revisited)

A hexagon is a rudimentary circle,
The hexagonal building blocks of nature
Merely reflect a circular origin and dynamic,
All circles being “infintagons”.

A sphere is a three dimensional circle.
A time loop is a transdimensional circle.
Everything is some kind of circle, or bubble,
Existence being a bubble among bubbles,
Spherical flotillas coursing onward
To infinite circularity,

God is a circle
In every permutation imaginable,
And the only thing that is other
Than some form of circle,
Or a non-circle,

God is the Pi of all circles,
And connects every circle that ever was, is,
Or ever will be, to every other circle that ever was,
Is, or will be,

God is, in addition, a dot,
Which is a weightless, massless, spaceless circle,
From which existence was born,
Exploding through the circular womb of the ineffable mind,
Smaller than a particle, or a photon,
Which are also circles,

Even nothing is a circle,
With invisible circularity,
Forever returning to its own nowhere,
Circularly,

God is a circle composed of
Infinite circles
Playing all kinds of music;
Incentivizing circular dances,
In endlessly sublime forms of
Endlessly sublime circularity,
All in color,
Which differentiates circles
By vibrating at different frequencies
Of circularly emitted intertwined white.

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Crows

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Crows

In the distance
It just looked like
A flock of crows
Gathering as they might
in Autumn,
For their noisy yearly party,

The air, Halloween fresh
In cold kissed kindnesses
Of tiny wet molecular awakenings,

The twilight sky in flashing conscious
Clinging lights of outrageous yesterday,
In preparation for
Winter’s white
Secret frozen empty way,

Closely distant all was silent,
Mystical, mysterious and plum
While the moon glowed
With special beams to know
Tomorrow’s morning,

Everything was grand, all the stars awakening, expanding,
Locomotives roared and whistled in the distant echoed
Purple
Perfect night revealingly foreboding,

All the gifts of the world
Bore down on me in
In abundant great gray showers toward
The order of thanksgiving,

But I knew I’d lost your love,
I knew I lost your love, the crows, the crows,
I knew I lost your love.

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Mesozoic

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Mesozoic

The brontosaurus honks it’s immutable horn
Across a bright Mesozoic plain,
It thunders and stomps,
It shakes the earth
And the many flying and jumping organisms
Bounce up
Amidst smoke and clods of clay,
As lowly reptiles scatter and stop, look, and scatter again,
Barking out their primitive pathological dictums,
Scurrying onward, outward,
Establishing, rising, enumerating
In their own spectacularly transitional domain,

“What’s all the fuss about?”
We might ask,
“Can’t you just relax and enjoy the day?”

“No,” reply the beasts,
We’re alive, Goddamnit!”
We want everyone to know we’re alive,
We’re bitching and moaning and fighting,
Just to survive, just to have a name,

So I now sound my own immutable conch
With all these winsome, lonesome words,
Echoing across canyons and cascades;
Across galvanized rivulets
Of gravity’s sagacious wrinkle,
Staking my own claim,
In proclamation of my own
Miraculously insignificant refrains.