Matters Concerning Flowers


Matters Concerning Flowers

Think I better launch into the wondrous –
Self re-administrate the fundamentalist survival codex
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,

Or whatever it takes
To magnify the wine…


Happy Trails


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…


Open Vestiture Blues


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,

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…


Ms. Mystery


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.





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.


The Prime Mover


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.





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.