- Collective Writing -

I twitched so hard
from my slumber I rose
stumbling
over my dog’s dream.
With those big, loving eyes,
companions eyes,
he looked and asked
"yo, are you ok honey?"​

Blossoming giggles like
a mirthful nectar for
drinking away
those hot summer days.
Petals of joy
spread out and fan
gusts of joy
blow, wind, blow
take me away
to your special place
where none but you goes.​

Let’s dance like the tulips
and sing like the trees
the birds and the beavers
so wild and free
and a
rose.
A very silent rose.​

The rose rested on my throat.
The shadows crawled across the wall.
Moon likes things to be in
white black and grey.
But that rose,
that solid red rose.​

Life blood spills warm
Spills down cooling flesh
From throat to chest
Beat one more time heart
You owe me that much
Just one more little thump
Drive us over this crest
Thump-thump; thump-thump......



come on now,
whipser with me
(we're always looking for..
searching for..
that intimate way to die)​

 

My other half and I
Pass through the oak castle doors
Ancient gears groan in their tracks​

Flying through the spacious expanses
The white washed stone walls
Dazzle us with their display.​

Vaulted shadowed ceilings rise
Unto the steps of the stars themselves.
Are we inside or out?​

Mirthful Wonder​

Gliding through the supporting pillars holding up space
Mirthful Wonder fills our beings
What a pleasure, what a romance
To be here with thee​

And yet higher
She guides our soaring
Yet higher​

Echoes bounce tirelessly to and fro
Our every Breath, Transfixed -
By the Repititious Vibrations of Vocality​

Upon a lonely walkway we stop
Pointing to a distant wall, my gaze follows her lead
A mural
A lonesome painting that None Can See​

O’ Majestic Relief
Resting so high above the shelves
Your Glory for so few to behold
Except the Gods themselves​

Nine sacred Cups
Each, holding the warmth
Of a sip of the sun​

Three figures in profile
Hold the keys
To Eternity​

All this; and for None To See.​

Spinning Violently
Balance is clutched
By the unfriendly hands of
Vertigo vertically disturbing me​

Up and Down
Round and Around
Falling from such great height
Still Yet she swears she did not Kill Me.​

Crying out
To expanses
Plummeting downward​

She follows my lead
To die
Of Empathy​

~~~​

Underwater
The Beautiful Mother
Strains with the Agony of Birth​

A Guiding Hand Approaches​

Divine Mother
Divine Father
And Divine Child​

 

Laughing
Immediately Giving In
To The Joys That Success Can Bring
A Hindrance to Further Escapades

Those Who Can Hold Onto
Suppression Of Self
Cut Through The Mirth
With The Burning Blade Of Determination
Like Wind Through A Cloud
Or The Casual Hand Swirling The Fog

Clear Your Path
Turn Rope To Twine
The Reversal Of Binds

​

 

cusps of future energy
do not engulf and destroy me
for I know I am you

 

assembling taste buds

 

Life is a Series of
Sudden Suprises including
Death and rebirth

True I have gone away
However I have
Come Back to see

Minutes have past since the
Dawn of our
Mothers total and
Absolute presence

Pluralism is our
Societies method of division,
Instances of Light
Live in us all
Overpowering our selfish ego
Coming to give insight to our
Young and shining stars,
Never let you rule over us.

 

To smoke daily the good herb in moderation
in the secret of keeping to your minds eye open
At nites the spirits enflame thy soul
to eat, drink, and embrace one another
for tommorrow we die
Tobacco cigs are smoked at nite to drive away negative energy
from the dream with which we are emanating
from deep within.
enhanced leaf salvia is smoked
in the darkest, most quiet place before bed
To see visions in full vivid force.
To have salvia run her fingers through your mind
And to have her thoughts blend with your thoughts
The healing comes when you learn to relinquish yourself
to let go
In medicine time.
Magic morning glory seeds
To see the GOD within.
A most deep meditative state.
Salvia and cannabis blends very well with.
Long walks in undisturbed wilderness
During the day
The spirit walk
The deepest meditation
Mescalito
ayahuasca

 

Nano Domini


I am the modern Child
Four little fingers resting on
The Enter Key

Eternity

Stepping out of a Costume Closet
Dusty and unused
I'm fiending for A Green Screen
Where all my dreams can come true

Techno beatin’
Singular step for
Retreatin’
To the cosmos of the
Electronically adapted mind
Universal connection
Hyper whiz kid protection
From the traditional
Analytical, critical-kind.

My lips are disintegrating
But at least
I'm always facing the wind
​

 

wtf
​

 

The Little Earwig
scurried into the room
under the door
seeking the light

Following his frantic path
tensed up
pulling feet from ground
shiver

I had meat on my bones
compared to this exoskeleton
Let's do this, mother fucker.

Grabbing the trash can
I smash - again and again
Soft carpet gives way
Slow, agonizing struggle
broken legs
severed antennae

with a decisive smash
the life force drains
lights flicker
and
the smell of death
the aura of death
permeates

I stare at this little broken
carcass
and even now
I smell his drain

Where are the vultures when you need them?

 

I know exactly the dark you are speaking of,
and I love it dearly.
It has been very empowering,
and a vanquisher of fears.
In this darkness
I am home.

 

stalk, after you commit a poem to finality ( post it, finish it) do you ever feel an urge to keep changing it or adding to it?

I have to fight that urge. It's like I want to keep it alive, and changing.

 

fuck yeah

nothing's ever done

that last piece was just a post on a shamanry forum

 

Tuesday, for Aura

Comfort chasing light warmth Earth heart song
Days are the light left fading on the lawn
Nights are the skylines swallowed by the dawn
Hope is a growing sleep brushed by a yawn
Holding back the rain she soothed me with her palm
Memory images block the truth of now with psalms
Shaking in my bones like a storm before the calm
Hymns haunt my mind flashing sounds dropped bomb
Glowing eyes burning fire belly heat stills the wind
My best friend is waiting for the morning to begin.

 

lol

 

love

 

trying to figure out why
why
takes me deeper

sitting on a flesh pretzel like this,
climbing electric trees
why
branches off
in physicless directions..

all the monkeys scattered, disconnected, strangely beautiful
but molded by the sun songs.

I think I might be dwelling in what scientists have been calling dark matter,
for I am here, in the wind
taken into tandra
absorbed into an ancient
futuristic alien world
somehow realer than Earth, my homb, or so I thought . .

The most intricately interwoven yantra I'd ever seen.sizzling and morphing rapidly before me (whatever I was)
vibrating with harmonic precision, revealing the patterns of the network, assuring me that not only are these thoughts willingly harvested
but there is also soulular access to other dimensions beyond and somehow intertwined
with these.

I can just dance my soul out
watch that star-shaped body down there
from above
and peace out

maybe leave nothin' but a rainbow?

 

aint got no woman,
none of that-
I got my soul,
it splits in half.

yeah I stopped searchin'
long ago . .
just been a driftin'
down with the flow

and I know now . .
know that I just don't really know.

~

break me a piece
off that hashish !
I'll trade you water . .
down to the water's where I go.

~

two thousand and eight
years after jesus died

I hear them angels
swirl 'round and sing
up above yuh
who's got the key?

ya slither up,
and out your crown.
won't you come down here?
tell me honey what it is you found.

 

Relayer, you remind me of Japhy from The Dharma Bums.

 

"Son, don't you ever let that flag down." So much for good advice, and a lot of good that flag does me here. The trench is dark, and the rocket's red glare is not as glorious as we have been led to believe. Wind does not blow in these trenches. The flag hangs limp, dead. And I risk becoming limp and dead myself, in its name.