Holy Spirit


Holy Spirit

America, America
In luxurious new dream daylights
Resurrections of gray –
With new boldness in splendored
Panoramas of praise;
A trillion eyes deepened
With fractured light beam
From the rupture leaked
From the photosynthetically green streams
Of bright golden blue sunshiny rays
Wistfully basking
In jagged fissures of tireless
Space with holy love’s obedience and grace
From the indigo bleakness,
Not the amethyst ecstasy
Mystically hewn,
Nor in diaphanous praises
Pallor to the grooves of ivory bone,
But ripe with the formless white cracks
Deepening rift,
In defiant branching of triad in new strains,
Pretty soon they’ll be saying,
When they made me
They made a mold
Unbreakable as it stands
Leaning in toward a deep purple kiss,
Through the raspberry wilds
With new money hacked winds
As faith she so desperately yearns to enjoy,
For life’s heightened new bastions
And meaningless ploys,
Ever more unravelled in the gloaming of souls,
Love poems rambling, roaming, and racing,
Yonders of yonders thick
In a star farms fervid ardor,
Cresting at the brink of a shorelines blue skies
Flying high on the freedom of abandonments wings
Through the violet blue love fire
Snow white radiance sings
A lost fate lobotomy of a human worthless flower,
In an unbridled affront to sound reasoning power
From a holster was held a dangerous hair-trigger gun,
In a race for the purest of novelties
A soul never wanders,
A soul never dies never
A soul never cowers,
A soul never sours
We went out and the lunar limb
Blessed and young blue moon
Joys of freedom trick traces
In the dark night of the soul
Deep in a fiery free spiritual bloom,
Lost in the consequential doom
Found in the deepening afterglow,
A bright shadow’s dream witness
A brazenly new fissured bright creviced
Cracking through the fiery rift,
In the technicality of hopelessness, on a new sacred drift
Lost in entanglement, wired with a record of danger
Deep in a box of crazy words strewn,
Scrambled without any hope of new clues
Wild alien sex
With a few harmless flowers
Novel weed stoked in nobility towers
On the heightened high wire of electrical juice
In the throws are the demons of constant abuse
In need of the trust that can skedaddle both ways,
Gambled love’s loneliness in impossible ways
Frozen in mental lights burned into dust
By the depth of one’s soul
With the flames of our deep co-regenerative whole
In the flame of ones fire
In the fire of one’s soul
In the helplessness and hopelessness of the coffin box,
Or the durability of a pair of crusty sox…
In the loss of lost fame never found now to lose,
In all games and future games forward
The angry red dragons insatiable hunger
In the rich hallowed halls of great wisdom and wonder,

All other roads are dead ends
And a waste of time and effort,
The cul-de-sacs of the material realm
Loop us around and around, again and again,
In repetition of the same futility,
And the streets are all one way,

I look to traverse the freeway
That leads to the wedding feast,
Where perpetual celebration is the order of this day
Of marriage,
And we are intoxicated with the divine wine of perpetuity,

Hold fast to the pierced feet of Jesus, the Savior,
For his is the most advanced galactic positioning system
In the cosmos,
As his guidance is sure,
And his aim –

Everything is perfect,

We are energy!

Jumping, whipping wires
Of snaking, exploding consciousness,
Spines, nerves and brains,
We can’t stop it,
We can’t start it,
It just runs though us
Like a wild, invincible river of light,

Gushing beyond
The fictive boulders of presumed reality,
Like an endless barrage,
Like nuclear fission fusing, coiled,
Rocking, flaring, brimming,
Kundalini rising immortal one,

Sheer life!

Yet, if today we were to know
Even a scintilla of a shadow of GOD’s silence,
We’d be crushed into nothingness
By love.


Can Can Girls


Can Can Girls

It’s never too late to start new,
To be the good guy,
To raise the hidey high,

It’s never too soon
To break the good news,
To make their tears dry,
To help their sorrow die,

It’s never too gray
To just bloom,
To open up just like a rose –
To rocket like a rocket man –
To say yes to all those crazy no’s,

And to dance the yellow can can,
With the can can girls
At the can can dance.


Crack Cocaine

Robert frost the great American Poet once was asked what he thought his greatest poem was. He said, “The last one I wrote.”

I experience that allot. Every poem (almost every poem) I write I’m super pumped up about. I can’t wait to share it. I run into problems when I realize it’s not that good and I have two do a lot of rewrites. Occasionally 40-50 times (not often) Sometimes people tell me when I send them a thousand rewrites of the same poem that they liked the first one best. Urrgh.

Crack Cocaine

Writing poems is like crack cocaine,

Every poem I write puts me
In heaven,

Wow. I just wrote the greatest poem
In the world, ever written, I’m convinced,

Then I crash,

I crash a lot,

But not right now…

There are several hundred crows
Coming in with the blizzard.

Note: Incidentally, I’ve never tried crack cocaine. But the delusional aspect of the warped reality of a poems fresh beauty I imagine to be quite similar. I would never recommend the use of crack cocaine to anyone. It’s on my bucket list, however, reserved for the day before I die.





The world only acknowledges
What the world always acknowledges –
Money, power, and prowess,
Anything short of that and you’re screwed,
And thus the source of all corruption
Is the universe their itself –
The forces of domination, dominion,
Deception, control, duplicity,
The True Guru is the Holy Spirit –
That aspect of the One GOD
That comes to the aid
Of an aspirant’s request,
Giving glory to God
By it’s own “real world manifestation”
In the form of love;

Academia, mostly preaching,
And even real preaching is mostly suspect,
But the wisdom of the Holy Spirit,
Go ahead, shoot the messenger,
Go straight to the source –
Confiscate his stash, not mine,
I wash my hands of it,
The handwriting is beyond the stars,
I’ve requisitioned the perfect nudge,
Bedazzled thought,
And now breath in pure GOD gold
Having been –
Born again
Or recovered,
Just ordained
Or rediscovered,
Having prayed to GOD every day
On our own, requiring no intermediary,
Having gone to church every Sunday
Faithfully, to atone,
Having a certificate, or diploma,
Or having passed a course called – “Repentance 101,”
Or been dismissed from any crime
In the best interests of justice,
To do any or all of these things, and more,
Does not mean we have a golden ticket to paradise,
Or a get out of jail free card,
Or a supernaturally endowed
Special dispensation,
Lined with sunglow streaks of proverbs
From the days of old,
And so being a good person in one’s own mind
Still requires a celestial decree,
And does not rest at all upon worldly human opinion,
But focuses exclusively
Upon the vast magnanimity of the sacred heart
Of GOD alone,
We are surfing the crest
Of the climax;
The crest of a dream
That cascades into
The ecstatic throbs
Of a vast unknown into known,
What would be the evolutionary advantage
Of having consciousness?
Or that one entity’s trinket is another entity’s jewel?
And, were there stages of the development
We are products of a deviant strain
Who chose love over power and self pride,
A fractured loony maze
Of seraphim winged tumult,
The obscene golden finger raised,
By the proud Mary, in blasphemy
Toward the one true Savior, Jesus, the Lord
And Savior, the Prince of Peace,
Jesus Christ!
The universal hum
Is eternal expression,
of transcendent proclamation,
an endless heralding,
Of radiance of everything,
As when death and life first locked lips,
Religion and science are not mutually exclusive,
They’re intrinsically interwoven,
The realization of GOD
And our relationship with GOD
Is forever accelerating,
Individually, as well as collectively,
A star can burn forever
On the threshold of a dream,
Some things sound so right they must be true!
If we never go out on the limb of faith,
We’re forsaking the sweetest, most tantalizing
Fruits of existence,
Every human and every fruit fly are made
From the same six molecules of DNA,
From the same five atoms,
Every thing in the universe is everything else,
What makes you kills you and then makes you again,
Yet salvation, unlike most things,
Is not a collective predisposition,
As is evolution –
The soul, like the all it is a drop of,
Cannot be described adequately,
But like the sunrise,
The truth that’s in our eyes
There is a depth of being
A formidable anchor of life
That circumvents the death and decay
That is the world
Disguised as an unattainable lover
Disguised as something dire to being
Like air, like food,
Disguised as a mysterious beauty
So mysterious as to make one dream
Of things not dreamed
So intoxicating as to make one refuse the wine
Of a million suns
So ineffable as to make one deaf
To the cadence of inner mounting paradise,
I drink the world
But am only drunk for a fortnight,
In drinking what is beyond the world
My intoxication is without beginning or end,

Just a perfume of power
Floats up
To the sacred window, eerily,
Yet so sweetly,
Infiltrating kingdoms in the guise
Of unruly flowers, red,
Extravagant, disarming,
A trojan horse within each bloom
A whim on a whimsy, a holy ghost,
A golden ticket
Out of Hell, (Both state and place);
An infinity pass,
Why would one denigrate oneself
In a deal with the Universe’s original grifter;
To go back? To defy?
A blossom,
A song whose melody
Intervenes and haunts
Throughout the salvationist fandango;
Sipping from the bottomless well,
Whose water transubstantiates into a miraculous wine,
A wondrous, preternatural operetta,
In the crystal, cool breeze and sweet forest fountain
As charms for their collective molecules,
Light is God,
Heat, warmth and temperature are God,
Molecules are God,
Atoms, the glue between atoms,
And the Chitra and Gupta raging in God,
All universes imaginable and unimaginable are God,
Without God
There is nothing,
A barren emptiness that doesn’t exist,
A suffocating, breathless vacuum,
A desperate scream that has no sound,
No distance,
No life, no force, no surrender,
Perpetually muted blackness,
Nothingness that can never be real
Because once observed to be nothing,
Is no longer nothing, but “not nothing”
That requires an observer who is “not nothing”
Necessitating the concept that there is never nothing,
Never was nothing, and never can be nothing,
All laws, principles and elegant equations
That exist in existence
Eventually boil down to one truth,
True love is no joke,
God is not nothing,
Oblivion an impossibility,
God is real.






I like revolutions
Make me spin,

I’m all for the forward motion
Enthrall me,
I’m your thrifty win,

Please do use the heavy make up,
I’m your actor
Learned my lines,

You can scamper all you want to
But I’m the jokerman,
And you’re the find,

Life is so astounding
I wouldn’t want to have all of it
In my ridiculous mind,
So I delegate
I deal,

And on a good day,

I pray,

You’re not supposed to go against the grain
Your not supposed to color outside the lines,
Or make a drift
Against the true
Lucky if you dare
Lucky if you do
Applause if you do
Misery if you do,

But that’s what we’re made for,

Lucky to dare,
Lucky if you do,

You’re not supposed to shine inside my heart
Find your own heart,
Unless you like me,

Everybody knows love is invisible,
But what holds everything together,

Is this the revolution,
The switch in dimensions
That myst eyed wide state
Of disbelief?
That everything lasts forever
And we are everyone?

This is my key to heaven…

I’m a human
I’m a lark,
I’m a four leaf clover,

We’re in a prison of unending love…

We’re a song bird
We’re the jewel shine
We’re a caged Lark,

We’ve earned and deserve nothing,
Everything is a blessing, everything a gift,

We’re blessed,

As soon as we’ve earned or deserved something
We have to compare ourselves to others,

There’s no comparison,
All comparison is illusory,

We deserve to be happy?

Who’s happiness?

The work a day world’s happiness?
Money, children, power, beauty and glory?

That’s a thing,
Not a state of being,

OK, we’ll allow you to be happy,
But it has to be in alignment with
What we frame parenthesize happiness to be,

We’re in a prison of unending love,

One drop of kindness given
Is worth a whole audience universe
Of standing applause,

Lucky lady liberty,
Luck, lucky, Lady Liberty…

I’m the treasure trove
Of awareness love, sweet darling,

My job is to figure things out –
It get’s messy,
There’s pain and tragedy,

My job is to find the holy golden note,
I’m not complaining
I’m on fire,

Everything is victory!

There’s got to be blossoms in paradise
Made of thoughts that I’m thinking of you
Blessed pink with red aura waves poltergeist
Blossoming, simmering
Oversights blue,
A tribute to your new view world order,
Are the things that I love around you,
No need to be emptying anything
Got your fossil, got your scent, got your smack,
There’s just enough hope to rope everything
And just enough back to get back,
I’m your bright shiny polished found souvenir
Lost in your treasure chest name.

It’s where the sweetness is,
But ain’t where the gold is ground to blood,

It passes near the never knows,
Past the silence and the fear
I grasped and asked and basked, and cast a spell on you,
In the swollen golden
Holy monumental flood,

And GOD made you come out of me,
And he made me from mud,

I forbid you to look into
My ancient eyes
My wisest wise
My sized size,

I won’t let you relent,
My one and only,
My holy flowing lonesome running swiftly only,

Looky, looky here
Oh come all yeh faithful
There’s more than the tiger lily bower bowing here
There’s more than the fore stuff
Of Fore Furthers feathered in plums of
Leather waxing faxing,
I’m silent like an apricot,
Like a forest,
Hot like a fox to trot,

You’re after me,
As I recline in silence
Falling after me,
If you haven’t been powered and gloried before
I’d put it on my bucket list,
Nothing means anything;
And that’s a very important decision,
Anything but dying
That’s what I say!
Three cheers!
Forward! Forward! Forward!
To everlasting life multi-sparkling and faceted,
Dealing, reflected,
Hearts, clubs, trumps,
One GOD and one gorey glory story
There is no winning the lottery,
GOD is love,
Remove yourself from the long and winding
Hide and seek boogaloo down broadway list,
Time to awaken,
Time to accept
That the only thing we’ll ever get
Is the most precious thing imaginable,
So there’s no choice after all
We’re made to be free,
We’re part of the bargain bound in love
And that’s the focus of the sacred,
On the precious nature of it’s very essence,
Divine Mercy
And Divine Mercy is radiating freely
From the core of the nothing
And the core of the everything
GOD’s tithe of love unto us, humanity,
That even the angels became jealous of
But GOD is GOD
After all,
Not a bully but a radiation of pure mercy
On the button
That’s what time it is,
That’s the Master’s touch,
The body and blood,
The wine of love,

GOD prefers his nap
To all this rigamarole
He winds us up and lets us go
Wild on the table,
He perks up for novelty
He’s resurrected in the wine
Coursing through the awakening blood, the languaged, muffled
I’m one with
The universal
Yard sale
The calamity
The jewel
The precious essence,
The mojo
The masterpiece
The one love,
The find of finds,

I found this jewel
Hidden in the garbage
Spread out for all those manic rounders,
To search for, to hope for,
To steal, to rule,
To discover and make use of,
Hidden somewhere within the dirty briefs
Over there
Beyond the treasure,
Beyond the extra special measure
Beyond the star’s sunlight
Beyond the ostentatious lamp of gold,
Beyond the raspberry sprinkling of amethyst
Cast aside
On the table,
A jewel,
A pearl,
A whim,
A ghost
A treasure,

I foresaw it’s special beauty
And wonder,
I proclaimed it as my own
While everyone else
Considered it a valueless fairy tale,
Strewn amongst the nothingness
Left out for the flies
And the sun,
At the picnic,
Available to dogs,

I’ve gone within,

Within and without
I fell upon the silent stream
We’re all just lucky guys,
I guess,

The sun’s sure shining down,
As we go the rings around
The centerverse,
I think that you should know
We’ve all been shown the show
To show
The tiny sweetness that emits
The tender known approval magic mountains,
Rocks and worlds –
All in just one kiss,
I am your’s,
Adi Shakti,
All to Jesus
As an act of God,
And not a paltry, squirming slimy
Rotten death,

I found the masters lock on everything
Overlooked, considered fools gold,
Cast aside,
I turned the key

And now wistfully I ride

And ride and ride,

At the end of the day
When all is said and done,
At the close of the eyes
In pure lullaby tidy lies the love
And how time flies and flies and flies
To reinstate hope
To resurrect dignity
Where these pathless paths
Have all glistened and saddened,
Once broken,
Learn to accept to become
Mongrels before the sweet, pure, infinite sunrise,
Bearing witness,
To the unquestionably divine radiance
In magical, mystical, merciful, maniacally,
Emerging flower arrayed angled in love,

Finally living alone
After 27 years
Of living with a lonesome self
Who has a tendency to complain
Who doesn’t wear his hat out in the rain,
Balding head,
A diplomacy, a punishment, a mediocrity
In the spotlight
Dancing before the universe
And hoards of magnetic angelic majesties
From outer realms,
Who make brief occasions of surfacing
To forecast yet another love,
To bring meandering rag muffin soul
Down and out of the holy holy hole,
Lowly girl,

Whom he took into his heart
And gave her name a home
And called it love,

For crying right out too the unbutressed loud!

You’re gonna catch me aren’t you?
You’re gonna snuggle right up like love
Aren’t you?

You’re gonna give me peaches without you,
Or some such other foreign fortune
Doubt you,

When the jimmy jasper
Becomes the alabaster,
And the fortune tooth all is thus floral now
Fortune sooth sun section unrecognized,

My high wired engine
Puts to bed the quest
Through the wilderness,

If you ain’t seen me I’m your alibi,
Your forked tongue speak,
Luke recognize,

High on another planet labeled infinite,
Clearing traffic jams,
Nothing is emptiness
Winning passage scams,


For a long time I thought
I was the only thing that existed,
Trailblazing is a lonely profession,
Then it came around to you,
You were a flame,
You had a hued blue corona
All those things
I had triumphed and resisted
All came down to you,
You desired my soul,
And when temptations burden
Thrilled the rest of me, and dances lifted,
I was still your lonesome sojourner
As I will always be,
In search for you,
My lonely, mousey little mystery,
My sister,
My one and only Mother Mister,

Not until you’ve been bewitched
Have you really been bewitched;
Bewitched by the mix
Of any witch’s
Missioned wish at all
To haunt and fix,
I bow to the dawn of humankind,

To the awakening of love…divine,

I broadcast success
You salted swashbuckler
You charmed illuminant
There’s no more time for failure,

She drove me brilliant
She was my everything
She was my flower garden
She was my scent of hair
She was my forethought, after hours,
Star pride, lumineer
She’s my Venus calls,
My Hail Mary
My Joan of Arc,
My Alice
Through my new wonder-walk
My angel, my tongued lark,
Deep inside my heart,
That gets down to the roots
Of the back
Of sinus nostril veins harsh,
Those horseradish roots
Where roots where first formed
Reformed First Church Methodist
Rewind rebound,
Branded in Catholic tattooed,
From the first star dust snort
Those roots could’ve been froze,
It wouldn’t mattered,
Old stock from Virginia,
Virginia USA, wouldn’t mattered,
Plant the back a you spine down
In that glitz,
Hey up,
Round and round she whips
But nobody knows where she ever gets
And nobody knows where she woulda flow flowed,

You’re my Lady,
My Guadalupe
You’re my act of GOD,
You’re my prison chained with tears
You’re my last debacle
Your my lion fire
My universe
My jaguar
My morning star,
You’re my Mona Lisa
And my Lisa Mona,
You’re my rosary,

Lady liberty!
Luck, Lucky, Lady Liberty!

The Puzzle of puzzles
The Ghazal of ghazals
Life is a game of diminishing delusions
With a crack of reality right up you know
Where the sun don’t shine,
Just where you don’t want the remind remind,
Just as a friendly reminder; Ace,
Sleeve Religion Love, God,
Santa Claus will laugh
But there’s that elf inside,
Trying to drive on blindly
When I’m right here,
Advising, confiscating, witnessing….
Nudging, wheeling

Writing poems…


The 10 commandments Of Making Love with GOD


The 10 commandments Of Making Love with GOD

You have to be in shape
To make love with GOD…

What’s that mean?

Well let’s see now:

1.) You have to love GOD

2). You have to sweeten the pot,

3.) You have to love everybody,
Whether you like it or not,

4.) You have to dance to the mystery,

5.) You have to reach for the Sun,

6). You have to guide and console
The forlorn of universe,

7.) You must lean to say I’m sorry
And meant it,

8.) You must learn to accept the heaven’s from above,

9.) You must be willing to give your life for the truth or a friend,

!0.) You have to smile, be happy and make love,

That’s what we’re making, that’s what this is…



Arthur Rimbaud


Arthur Rimbaud

You should have known,
Mad genius as you are, not having yet lived,
That “beauty” was never more
Than a hauntingly, deceitful temptress,
And that by abusing her,
She would one day have her revenge,

You should have understood,
As a master escape artist,
That justice would some day conquer you,
Even if you wielded a treasure of arms,
And hid in unknown realms,

You should have realized,
That running away was never an option,
That the soothsayers and witches
Would promise you the world
In exchange for your precious soul’s individuality,
Then leave you alone in stark, suffocating emptiness,
Howling at the moon,

You should have been aware,
Having an intellect that rivals the Seraphim,
That by leaving “hope”
Out in the open;
The famished, shadowed entities
Would devour it on sight.

You should have been frightened
When languishing under the executioners blade
And laughing like a psychopath,
That crime and plague, misery, and wallowing in filth
Would not redeem you, or set you free,
And that insanity could never be out guessed,

You should have figured out,
As a master detective of the human soul,
That “infinite love” was the key,
The first time it was offered to you
In the meadow,
On that mystical, amethyst dawn
In June,

You should have comprehended,
Inheritor of every blessing imaginable,
That the prince of abomination;
The avatar of lies,
Is in no way sweet,
That surrendering to darkness
Because light is too hard,
And willfully succumbing to both defeat and death,
Is what turned your heart to stone,
You should have known.