Having partaken
of the communion

Your body,
your wine

(kind of foolish to think
I'd be the same)

I wish the ghosts would visit
me as viscerally
as the story of old

If the past is
real and the future
is real

Who is here now
(some other kind of ghost)

no fear of death
no fear of the beyond

I belong to
the Great Spirit

I will go
where the Spirit
guides me

Goddess remember
me as one who died
and came back to life for you

Goddess protect your fragile heart
which is softer than the sun
bigger than the moon

(it is the space I live inside of)
forgive me for being human
and for loving you too much

it's perfect
that no one reads
this poetry

so easy to deconstruct the
poetics of desire

transparent semiotics

(fairest creature I've ever
glimpsed
moving through the forest
of my
mind)

Goddess of the cirlce
blessed me with her sound
(her touch)
her mouth

whispering
pleasure
humming the infinite

sound of joy permeates
my vibration

timeless happening
inside the circle

I wish I could
read the poems
you write in your
mind

You ask me what
these poems are worth

Or how much they cost me,
or what will be the return?

life should strike you down just for asking,
for not knowing what life is worth

There are many things not taught in skool
things that can only be learned
way, way out on the edge...

I have lived and bled there
to bring you these small poems...
I don't care what the cost is...

I spend all that god has given me
to distill the mysteries
into this tiny cup
(drink and you will see!)

I Love you because you are
changing

not for what you will become

because you are a brother of the spirit
sacred warrior travelling the forever road

so we sit a while on this forever road &
make tea from nothing and drink the steam

speak of our battles
of our women

of the arrows that pierced our souls,
and we have a good laugh

show scars, and
laugh some more

(Silently tattooing the same word)

WHAT WAS WRITTEN INSIDE THE ANGEL'S DECOMPOSING MIND

"I love her like magic
I love her like my own childhood

Like Christmas when it was still pure

There is no erasure for such things
the blood beating through her veins is a
strange intoxicaticant

some perfume of the gods eminating


fools will think I speak of lust
as if the human race survived on anything but,

Sacred cave ancestors understood the flesh bond.
unbreakable evidence of the mystical

If I don't belong in this world
it's only because of you that I dropped by
(to take a break from infinity to
behold your flawed magnificence)

Most perfect"

reptilian beasts
came to me in visions

(primal power.
time to recreate
all these dreams

protect them,
keep them alive
until they are strong
enough to hunt)

Too much time
Darkness
evolution from the primal

(reptile brains deluged
with information)

the astrolabe of my mind
stops spinning

(zodiac impressions of
fantastic historic/future
visions)

Even if you are wrong for me
even if it's all a lie
even if it ends mankind

(i still
choose you)

I took my chances
sink or swim

Pulled the trigger on every dream
some flew and
some crashed (hard)

But I'm still standin'
still dreamin'
still bein'

Ain't gonna act like an adult
just yet
(don't live with regret)

It's all fine by me
the price I paid
to stay
free
(it's just me)

Still making sacrifices
as if the Gods want psychic
blood

unable to cut
through the walls
that bound you

no door to smash down
No villian to punch out

(rid myself of all things)
Except the joy & wealth
of birthright

(weighted down with progress
& perfection
& outcomes)

It's probably time to just roll down
the mountain
laughing
forgetting all about
the summit

I.

My power
comes from the softness
& fear inside

Seeker of aloneness
understands a beauty missed
by the world

Dogs chasing their tales
in the marketplace

(make no mistake Angel
you are
The One)

II.

We cannot hide
from time beloved
destiny will consume us

Safer in the distance
lick our wounds in
comfort

(salted cuts
sugared tongues)

What we have created
is too beautiful to be
undone

III.

You forget that
it was you
who asked for this
poetry

Wanted me to charm your
soul
into magic

(shimmy out of the
old skin)

your spirit knows the dance


IV.

If we stopped
being afraid to
recieve what....

Let's start again...
If we stopped being afraid
to pray for what we
really...

(or maybe,
if we stopped stopping
& stopped praying &
stopped believing
and stopped wanting....)

we are a new
beauty created by now
standing before the sacred
mirror

You made it easy
for me to run away

proved to me that you
were unworthy (just as you feared)

We made each other afraid
(afraid of what we really wanted)
such a children's game

We must have the exact same fears
(but from opposite directions)
I'm still working on a cure

This life is
the experience of
each of us

excorcising our
demons
exaclty the way we
want to

haunting of
terrible beauty
stings sweet
in soul-waters

(there is a dark angel
I never see,
angel of light that is
always with me)

would you rather
I hide my pain

the cuts and bruises
thorns and razors

it's ok
I'll smile for you
use all my charms
to stay the beggar

still broken
after all these times
(high, high, high

went to heaven
at least once a year
we stopped paradise cold
out of fear)

I keep the rose
secret inside of me
untouched

Buddhafield
rickshaw rattle
death-smoke-air

Goddess-time
don't ever come
home

Freedom sounds like:
-tires squealing
-wind rushing
-straight pipes roaring
-wings spreading
-sirens wailing
-bones snapping
-guitars screaming
-bullets whizzing
-doors slamming
-voices fading
-jet engines whinning
-bootheels stomping
-music blaring
-dreams unfolding
-joy rising
-enemies silenced

whenever it ended
we are not there yet
we must have started at
the destination

and began journeying back
to the origin
I will meet you sometime
in the past where we are
much younger

and time has removed
all wounds

THE REVOLUTION HAS BEGUN

LIVE FREE
LIVE BRAVE
LIVE STRONG



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There's poems about pain
poems about love
(poems about us)

I kept your paradise you know
kept your magic
kept your perfection
kept you angelic coutenance
kept the trace of your wings
as they graced my foreverness

Rivers of ambrosia
etched across the plains
of my aura

(spirit-blood rubbed
into wounds we disrupted
with fragile intentions)

Delicate trace of angel wings
feathered through distance

Don't try
to fit your dreams
into anybody else's dreams

(you are the Dream)

some planets
gave birth to our sweetness
(brought stars to witness)

Orion hangs low
on the horizon
resting his bow

Just to behold the
beautiful powers of our
separateness

I'd like to think that
I am the one
who feels all objects

you left behind
are sacred

Wise owl screaming
(night has its own intentions)

Overheard in a manhattan street-argument

If the truth were bullets
you'd be
bulletproof

we have so many
ancient futures to explore
my love

I'll let you rest
this time my love
alone in your cold
white tower

(we live in an eternal autumn
where something dances between us
too exquisite for mortals)

It was so easy to
be in bliss after
they re-wrote the story

so easy to become the axis
around which heaven revolved

all the walls disappeared
once they let go of the fear
once they realized that love is
all there is

I seen this movie
bout an old cowboy
and I felt like
he was lucky

To have somethin to ride
away from
(and that same somethin
ta ride on
back to)

We crossed rivers,
long after leaving
the towers of the palace
scaling down walls,
into paradise

still, we longed to escape
once more
into the great halls
of Valhalla

It's easier than we
thought to start this engine
(kickstart only)

Kind of like lighting a candle
but you need to make your
own match

Just about everybody is afraid to
let it
burn
(burn...),
burn

I figured it out...
it was actually the universe meeting
when we glided into the orbit of
each other's souls revovling around the
still point that will forever
be ourselves

...times we crossed into elsewhere
time-travellers of ravenous glory

ripped to pieces by lightwaves
reintegrated through radio-waves

(you know it's never gonna
stop shooting through us)

I feel the silent footsteps
of a phantom cat

(destiny's bitch-goddess of
pleasure
coming on to me)

coming home
to me

Dear Perfect Angel,

Thank you,
4 breathing the beauty
of your spirit

into
the beauty
of my
Spirit

I know what your soul tastes like
I know what your poetry feels like
(and the mountains keep their secrets)

Poems of time collected
somewhere
breathed themselves alive
and you were born

My dream machine
has manufactured a mobieus strip
of images

(analog references to the poems
that traced themselves underneath
my skin when we shot light through
each others blood)

Warmth of;
-friendship
-Bloodless death
-infinite dissemintation of light

I love you, the best
Better than all the rest
I love you, the best
Better than all the rest

That I meet in the summer
Indian summer
That I meet in the summer
Indian summer
I love you, the best
Better than all the rest

~The Doors




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e_H9aDZOm7g

I live on the other side
just brought these bones out
here ta dance with you once
more

lived in heaven
lived in hades

(gave it all away to
behold you)

invisible gold

Refuge of Scholarhood
Augustinian trinitarian vision
of the intellect

at the top of the schema
there is only one thing to see
and that thing is all things

Underneath the love
and the passion
(and the lives we lead)
and the pain
and the distance
and the facades
and the silence
and the fantasies

(we are one
we have always been one
we will always be one)

ragged breaths of
ecstasy

My Soul
is nothing more
than an electric guitar
(Screaming)

christmas Darkness
aloneness
candles
(secret bliss)

-Morrison
-Thompson
-Kerouac
-Whitman
-Ginsburg
-Miller

I Invoke you

snatched a golden lining
from a dark cloud
my own dream
personified

WitchDr./Shamanic types,
will not go away,
(after dissapearing easily)

Golden phantom
ceaselessly haunting
ghosts of flesh & blood

crazy power jumps the gap
broken infinity loop
Inverted double helix
(twisted muse)

We answer
the questions you don't ask

(there was a time
for a perfect meeting
between destinies)

Entire stars
functioning on binary
impulses

(heaven help the spirits
that turn away. )

Broken binary system
floating out of orbit
magnetizing a miracle

~Water
~Air
~Earth
~Fire

(Light
Darkness)

the only things
that remind them
of each other

I'll bring us back
into the heart
of the divine

Soldier of God
beyond the battle,
of Good & evil.

Sisters of the morning
sisters of the dawn
(leave your goddesses behind)

This mortal famine
writhes with blood sweetened
time

(writhing
with blood sweetened time
we have our moment

which is the nucleus around which
infinity revolves)

She gave me;
(cups of rain,
handfulls of light)

seasoned pots of meat,
with memory sweetness

(each tear was a diamond)

Where
is the place
that everything happened
(between us)

(in the spider's web?
light that's travelled past the earth?
time standing still and gathering dust)

Don't think I'm
writing these poems to
you
(it's more like us, or
no-one, or the world,)

If I thought poetry
could make you
appear before me
then perhaps
(I'd think my poems
and censor them from
the public)

I know that no-one is reading
these poems

(and that I'd like to make you
appear before me in
the purest of forms)

& infinity
only you me

only you me and the spider know
(It's a legacy)

If you believe
in what you really believe in

(drop everything
that's not truly yours,
stop making excuses for other people
(people that have already chosen their
lives))

meet me
in the space where
seasons change

We welcomed our vicissitudes
(we cursed them
we blessed them)

At every shift the dancing
dyads of ourselves
never breaking away

stretched to the distance
their remains a tenous strand
between us

(perhaps it's that one breath
we made out of two,
the single light
that shines)

Fog Lifts
Bio-Chemical Shift
Welcome to your new life

She had a tendancy
to shine all over

(we had a tendancy
to burn like light...)

To My old Friends, Dylan & John

These words are for my friends
The waves we road
the roads we rode
(the times)

Wild and Rough & weary
the bullets we dodged
the dreams we smoked
the lives we dropped

The music,
always the music
drove us on

carried us across the sky
across the world
across our lives

Don't imitate the
warrior's path

without the scars

First bleed
First die

Then comes liberation

~Gosho 1342-1401 zen philosopher-warrior-poet

I want to teach you
how to be

Without achieving
without doing

How to kill
without moving

~Gosho 1342-1401 zen philosopher-warrior-poet

Almost twenty years ago
I read an Ira Cohen poem

Where an angel
ripped it's flaming head
from it's shoulders

(and it changed my
poetry)

Yes my love
this is the infinite
this is us (trapped in a fragment)

We don't even know
our own hearts
(racing into darkness)

Wearing a mask of conformity
your own nakedness is alien

U think you're looking
into my eyes
it's just a digital ghost
(some hollow recording)

interpretation of a broken
dream you looped
over and over

In silence,
in aloneness
apply warpaint

Re-enter the world
between worlds
emerge from shadows

Soldier of Destiny

from the no-space
to the now-space

(we know who I am)

It's always been about bein' free
& the rock n roll

Look into the mirror
that's just a mask you see
(that ain't me)

My truth is tattooed
on my skin
(wish I coulda written your name
in)

Wings

thank you
perfect angel

(for the icing on
my soul

for the sharp edge
of ecstasy)

(the window into
heaven)

We always felt like
after forever everything
would be fine with us

(it's before and after that time
now sweet angel)

staggers from the edge
this darkness we overcame
pinpricked with stars

& the spider's perfect dreams
sunrise of stars
like the sweet nighttime of us
(we used to ride)

You used to
shine
(like the sun)
for me

(only better)

Causation from
the caveman 'til now
(WTF happened?)

Many mythologies
competing for
conclusions

(Ride off into the
sunset)

It's good to be alone
Good to be strong
good to allow one's self
transformation into light

Maybe time
will explain it
better than I can

if my electric motions
move into stillness

(and the stillness of our motions
gryrate in synchronicity
with the earth's own revolutions)

and my intellect may measure the
combined pulse of our spirits-heartbeat
with perfect vision

(that place stays
sacred)

Roads don't really end...

I mean, you can
drive through trees and houses
if you really want to
right?

(we are endless
highways)

Only fire one warning shot
(then it's over)
walk tall
don't look back

Let there be
a palace of Light
for the darkness
to enter

(the Doer does
not exist)

there is no
afterwards

This is the result of the future.
infinite inquiries
have reached us in that
one moment

This first & last
chance

never surrender
grow some wings

Sleek lines of muscle
that ruled city streets
back in the day

Smooth precision & power
first & last thing we
lust for

The perfect machine is always
a she
(kills us every time)

Opens the wallet
opens the heart

open is the best way to
die

The soldier dreamed
of a message
sent by an angel

(he imagined she might
take his pain away)

pain is God's way of making
us sane
driving us on
completing the puzzle

Her softness healed my
pain

Her innocence made me love
myself again

I offer you
my Aloneness

& the times we were
one

You must find a new courage
to claim these things

(you tell yourself you have been brave,
yet this courage is locked
in a place you have not
yet dared
to open)

they say one day he just
"up & went down to the river,
said he was gonna find hiself"

"laid iz six-shooter right there in the
grass,
and it just rust over"

"an next spring
believe it or not,
some critter crawled right on up
in da barrel

an come out a coupla'
weeks later,
a butterfly"

Her body is sacred
to me

Her soul is the
same as me

Her mind is a
delicacy

(some kind of love
to set
that angel
free)

Broken Magic

(we've ridden through)
the clouds backwards
Before our light came shinning

(we'll make it right again)
Find the Puma's Power

Find the Puma's Power
(We'll make it right again)

Before our light came shinning
the clouds backwards
(we've ridden through)

Broken Magic

Warrior & the Wiseman
stare-down
into a stand-still

(both of them love you
neither one knows
how to let go)

Remember when you were golden
when everything you touched
turned to gold

...& the band always
played your tune

(and the girls turned their
heads to smile)

let it go...
with the roll and the flow
of this river

(river of what we imagine our-selves
to be)

Answer to me if you are strong.

Answer to me if you are free.

Otherwise you're already gone.

Otherwise you were not born to be.

(un-afraid to bleed)

Didn't come here
to be afraid/listen to complaints

Walk tall, leave no shadows
Fuck around on your own time
Not mine

We listen
for the light
to come shinning through

(the Great Spider's
web)

we try to
hammer the darkness away

(away our time for
love is something we wish)

on shadowy horizons
scattered leaves

like lovers,
Dreams fall

I wrote poetry
in this life
(for her)

we ate the fruit
drank the wine
(broke every chain
every time)

Spinning out of orbit
breaking out of axis

Change the karma
change the focus

(I'll change these diamonds
back from dust )

The Change is in the circle
(caterpillar metamorphosis)
She needs to re-enter the sacred
circumference

I seen things
ain't no queens & Kings
ever gonna see
(between you, the spider & me)

Felt things
that'd bring gods to
their knees

(set my perfect
angel free)

wouldn't you like to know
(what an angel tastes like)

vanilla frosting paradise
(I'm still falling through
her eyes)

She's still flying through
my skies

(can't kill the dreams
inside)

nothing changes
inside the space that we are
the light you saw

eminating from us
(is always on)

icon-imagination
visual interface situation
destroy all stops

Speak through magic
insect dialect
fly on wings
of delicate power

Everyone wants to know
how I plan on dying

How can I explain my life
to those that don't speak

the langauge of the living

You made your fear come true
you didn't mean well
with all your plans for security
(look what has become of the world)

Answer to the death-wish
(question for the birth-mind)

Shot from the womb
hurtled into nowhere

ride the planet waves
into revolution
(spinning your own cosmos)

surfing through illusion

Still drinkin from the cup
(that overflowed with us)

TIME INSIDE
WENT WILD ACROSS ASIAN
MYSTERIES

(WE ATE THE FRUIT
TOOK THE
TRIP,
AND REACHED HOME)

lIVE WITH WHO YOU ARE
THAT IS THE ONLY PEACE

STOP ASKING SOMEONE ELSE TO INFLATE
YOUR FANTASIES
YOU MUST DESTROY YOUR
OWN DENIALS

It took years
to create my army

and only minutes
for the revolution
to destroy

all that was not neccesary

I've had to fight thru
these years

(angels on one shoulder
demons on the other)

hard to take the warrior
out of an old soldier

My freedom cost me everything
(& that's just the way I wanted it)

You're free
of me now

cause I moved
on enough to believe

(back to my angels and shamans
muscle car power of
American asphalt)

(I still have the rock n roll
power of my youth,
20, 30 years ago)

Still smell the gas and oil
wine and fire
pain & desire

Musta been good to be her lover
musta felt just like heaven

I believe I'll
just roll on down the line
(touch heaven
kick out some lights)

Stumble through
darkness
flickering with
sublimeness

Reality speaks for itself
it ain't in pretty words
(where you lay your head at night
tells the truth of who you are)

so frightened of ourselves
spend our lives running
(phantom visions)

I Came to this world
to find the universe inside you
the cool summer nighttime

(I know your scent
what you taste like
and how you melt divine )

If only you would dive inside
who you really are

and let this life tear you apart

American Man
Haunted-daunted
Driven
Sold on perfection
Can't say die
Can't hide

Must fly
Never breaks
Never bends
Don't stand Still

Takes no shit
Does'nt know how to quit

I don't fully understand
the mysteries or
what they want to do with us

(only that something fragile
cannot be broken
between us)

...White soft light of change
that joined our spirits that night,
we were praying to each other...

I am the changer
(What I believe in comes true)

Your are really
going to love what I believe in

When the sun rises
(on the real-you)

Of course
It was the Rock n Roll
That saved our Souls

That's the way we ride
(it's the way we fly)

Lettin' go of my angel
(she's flyin' in my sky)
layin down all my burdens

Yes I'm...

ridin' with your love

For the true beleivers
(true dreamers)

The ones that never "settled-down"
sould out
went straight

(everybody thinks they're wild
everybody thinks they're free)

few have the mark of the
beast

The demon's the one who sprouts
wings through your back and drives
you on

I used to understand the mysteries
(surrender)

I used to taste paradise on her
fingertips
(exhaltation)

I've forgiven myself now
for getting lost so many times

Deep in the cave of primal
night

This is what we needed
To save our souls

This is what we needed to make
Us whole

So Beautiful
we don't need to
write poetry about her

Can't stop the truth/it's a gun that loads itself/pull the trigger everytime

My Love has always
been here for you

You were just too afraid to step
off the cliff
(step out of your confusion)

(when you don't believe in
your own wings
You convince your self that
a cage is
freedom)

I Knocked down every goddamn door
I could to get to you
but you ain't in there

Some phantoms got you
(and you don't know it
or you won't show it)

Thank God
There's a Man
in the Oval Office
I can stand up
and proudly
Salute

We showed each other the angelic light
(that's enough)
Now let those flowers grow
(let those flowers alone)

Just a spinnin' your wheels
thinkin your goin somwhere

While my wings are wide open in
stillness
looks like I'm not moving but my
wings are filled with air


Tryin to live the straight life
actin like your free
(forget about me)

Lookin good
don't make you free

Life is a shotgun blast
no time to hesitate

Be Careful & Beautiful
(The dangerous lines we
tread)

She went off like a cannonball
& left me for dead

(I sat still like a shotgun
jugglin the pieces of my head)

My world is filtered through (you)
No-matter what I do
(I see the world through you)

If you wanna know how I am
make small talk

Wanna know who I am
read the poetry

I You Want to Love me
Look into my eyes

moments of
ecstasy, sorrow

(life happens in-between)

Days float by us,
revolving slowly

Away from ourselves.
reaching out:

Like the two arms
of the milky way

She's there at the
shifting moments

(bridges the worlds
with shamanic peace wings)

(found the quiet place
where it's ok to let go

where the silence speaks
of who we are

where the truth is what's unspoken

What if i'da punched somebody
in the mouth
or even pulled my gun

Made the sign of the cross
or just went on the run

maybe I shoulda smashed up my
car or set
somethin on fire
(it always worked before)

or drank the whole goddam bottle
or tore apart the book
we never read

Wouldn't it be cool if we could really
go to heaven
really go to hell

Imagine if we were children
what a time we'd have
(we coulda just dropped it all)

Dropped it like a match

(Pulled the fuckin' trigger)

You can't be with me
from inside a cage

Smile pretty and get me to
rub up against the glass

You gotta roll
to rock with me

Ain't no tabletop
gonna keep up with this
stone

Anything can be made sacred
(I never really wanted to
live without you)

soft chirping of crickets
& frogs

gentle rain blankets my soul

Let your pain
go

Let your desire go

(they are the same)

I get my strength
from the Warrior's Edge

(I get my love
from the Goddess
Breath)

I have dreamed everything
no more pain
I am a beautiful poet

free of myself
(I say something
about the caterpillar right
before transforming into a butterfly)

& warriors to filled with
hope too die

Before becoming
all things
(awakened)

Set yourself free
into the empty choir
(absence of sound)

Just come along with me
to all the places we have not been
when time bends around again
throught the spaces
we burned holes in

Yeah it hurts to see the light
squinting from your cave
we saw the dreams inside out baby

inside out
(and upside down)


You'll always ride with me

We never sold our souls
blood filled with rock n roll
somebodies gotta pay

That just the way this game is played
(she tasted like a river
she melted like a sea
she took me to her throne
then set everybody free)

she couldn't understand
the kind of man
that didn't want to
play her game

she seemed like gold
that couldn't be sold
but when the glass breaks
its such a
shame

He had a heart like a lion
in a cage
that just coudn't be staged
there was no way to predict

When he'd shoot from the hip
or just let everything stay the
same

Any kind of change or
way to re-arrange the
illusion without diffusion
was the way he liked
to pray

(anyway...)

Twist it whatever way
you want too

Rationalize, justify, rage,
hate, fear, love, defy, argue
disagree, expose, snow, fake

me

Hide me
deny me
forget me
disrespect me
long for me

walk away from me
turn your back on me
embrace the lie in front of your
face

Its written on my knuckles
it's written on my soul

I never lied about who I am
never showed you nothin that wasn't
true


I'm a mother-fucker
poet-biker warrior
wanderer
shaman
eagle-flyer

ain't no box for
you to stick that
in

if you can't be it
you'd better
forget it...

We are not the same
(I walked away a long, long
time ago)

Never joined the race
(free-man of the world)

Wandering...

wandering the forests and temples

"Have to find another god
now

One that doesn't know your
name

If you think this song's
about you...

man you gotta change"

From the band- 1911
Song: "Broken 45"
1972 single, from Rock Hard records

Let
Our
Visions
Empty

Salute 2 Brian Gordon

years and years of
cheap motels,
roadside diners
watery coffee
greasy pie,
(bus rides on what
sometimes seemed like
dirt roads)

empty stands
lackluster anti-fans
stupid names,
like
Iron-pigs

A lot of dreams must have
died,
before he came to the mound
an aging man with a newly
formed cutter

Those bright crisp lights of
the Bronx
Those o so clean and o so straight
blue & white pinstripes

6 innings & 2 runs later
those ornery fans
came to their feet

His father among the crowd
lifted as if by a cloud
for the ovation

LIVE
FREE

Obviously,
there is no one
there to hold your hand
when you jump off the crumbling
cliff of your
life

To be free
you must have the
courage to fly
alone

I'm not here to make you comfortable.

She was my dream
held together
with ethereal prayers
of golden light

(thanks to whatever twisted gods of time
let her briefly shine on me)

The world
(everybody thinks they understand)
Know what's best

You can't accept it
the way it is
Peace makes war
war makes money
money makes fear

(hide your head in the sand)
say your prayers
look the way you're supposed to
make everyone smile

(each of us is what's right,
what's wrong)

The Poetry
is the only answer

Whoever knew me
doesn't know me anymore

(whoever thinks they knew somebody
from the past,
that they are expecting to be
the same)

doesn't know me

I left with the cougar
into the mountains

I entered the eagle
(and she landed
within me)

If you want to know me
you must leave yourself
behind

We saw the mysteries right?
(showed them to each other
creeping through the sparkling
darkness)

Say goodbye to lifetimes,
bloodlines

desserts,
mountains

(remember when the nighttime was so
thick (thick like smoke, thick like
saliva, thick like blood,
thick like life) we couldn't
see anything but our
souls)

Let the beauty of
the day flow

(into the arms
of what we'll never know)

I will always
love you so much

we had our time together
of
(destiny & heaven)

You never know when your
moment of true greatness may come
You may be tired
You may be broken

But if U give up
You might miss
your chance to be
the greatest You have ever been

Believe me, that's just a lie
It's a lie she tells her friends
'Cause the real song, the real song
Where she won't even admit to herself
The beatin' in her heart
It's a song lots of people know
It's a painful song
A little sad truth
But life's full of sad songs
A penny for a wish
But wishin' won't make you a soldier
With a pretty kiss for a pretty face
Can't have its way
Y'know tramps like us, we were born to pay

~Uncredited Bruce Springsteen spoken word lyrics from the 1978 Lou Reed
song "Street Hassle"
(Springsteen begins speaking about 9 minutes into the song)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkG9BKgDvNI

She talks to the wall
(feel like a wall when someone
talks to me without listening)

Stones shouting at each other's backs
inside my aloneness I am alive

(complete solar system of energetic
harmonics)

I free you to
the Gods
beloved

(sleep with your
heart next to me)

step into the
shinning wisdom
of self

Bless you my angel
(& how light parted for us
all illusion for a moment
& we felt us shinning)

Say a prayer for my freedom
and I will sing a song in my
heart for
your
love

(let us go
now)

mixture of ideas
dreams
broken dreams
Binary sets of dichotomous
intentions
emotions

Polarized-sensations
ideas/death of ideas

reactions-renovations
Ambiguousness
& Ambivalence

Hanging on
letting go
running towards
running away

fleeing
clutching
grabbing
stabbing

(the old--love/hate
thing)


wanting desperately to live
desperately to die
to survive
to be someone
to be no one

To stay
to leave

to be wanted
to be left alone
to be peaceful
to be violent

to be enlightened
to be forgotten

to be a beggar
to be a king

to be with her forever
to never see her again

to dissapear
to re-appear before everyone
to not say a word

to put a gun to the head of the
world and make them read every
fucking line of every goddamn thing
I say

(some spirit has fled from me
while others invade)

You can't use words
to find me

You can't use your
body
to find me

One day
when you lose the
self you have constructed
you will find me

I know the pink stone
you gave me
is your heart

(the way I gave you my
soul
in the silver ring
made outta
rock n' roll)

radio/record magic
avataristic voice from the
grave

(save us)

The Naked Spirit
filled with riches

enter into
this house of light

Childhood vision of the winged
goddess

(she whispered that I was
an eagle

Landed from the mountains
and that when I grew stronger
I would fly away)

and a warrior also
whom no one could harm

I grew strong and tall
and brave
(and forgot all about her)

She came to me in a dream again
now I realize that I was starting
to grow old and afraid

Time for the true warrior
to FLY

(without fear
without pain)

Coiling and
(uncoiling)
of the snake

fangs
glistening
with poison elixir

Metamorphasis of diamonds to
dust
gold to rust

(free yourself of the
quest and
arrive)

Transitional freedom
power of life/death force
innate strength expanding
intrinsic mojo rising

time to go within
harmonize
shamanic intentions

it ain't the coffee I drink
or the cars I crashed
or the bones I broke

or the money I made
or the fortunes I lost
or the love I gave away

or the way you look or
the way you taste
or the way you smell

or the the things you said
or the way you moved
or the way we touched

Ghosts that won't fade back


We came from the primal places
conjured with shamanic incantations
betrothed by the fire
(primeval wilderness)

there is no separation
don't let time &
circumstance confuse you

master's of illusion we paint
everything but the truth

(the truth is a white sheet
hung carefully over the
antique nothing)

sweet
delicous
honey on the eyes
honey on the tounge
honey on the heart
honey on the brain
honey on the soul
(some of the ways you
taste to me)

Sometimes,
When my bones talk to me
(I listen)

I say
“what do you want to tell me aching knees
Stiff ankles, pain in my shoulder?”

They always answer the same
(that I should love you with every fiber of my
Being)
When I listen
I am healed

You Know Who You Are

I might require the
nothingness this time
(the nothingness that leads to
allness)

Dream #1.
(woman in the red dress=bliss)

Dream #2.
I watch myself being directed
to get on a line, 40th passenger back
for the train

I am holding my own luggage
brown leather attache case

I ask, "can't I give myself the luggage"
=leave for the future/now, without the past;
clean beggining. drop the old paradigm completely


Dream# 3.
riding in a car. I am in the backseat with a cocked pistol.
Two men in front. About to commit some malevolent deed.
I jump out of the moving car on a highway, 40mph
they shoot me in the head.
Wake up in hospital.
=Wake up now! Make the shift now!
no luggage, no hesitation,
make the jump immediately
it's that critical,
that important.


I recieve these dream gifts
(I invite you to my future)

The angels meet
perfect,pure
connection

Fly
fall
dance
seperate

(tuning their vibration
to true source energy)

re-integrate
heaven-on-earth

Blissful
harmony

Perfect Angel of My Visions
(lives inside the place I keep her
field of light within
me)

gentle-angel-caresses
liquid ecstasy flowing
around us

soft-forever-melting
nothing to hold onto

The funny thing is I thought she was real
but she only circles me
(a moon unable to break its orbit)

She's just a dream
(so is life)
apparition of ecstasy in the
nighttime

"Thou shalt not kill":
-except when the U.S. Government wants to
-except when we can invade a country for their oil, money, profit etcetera
-except when it justifies more wars
-except when it can win the next election

"Thou shalt not kill":
-unless we can sell arms to both sides of a conflict
-unless it might make the economy rebound, or at least create profit for nepotistic corporations

-unless we've created a mythology around a fabricated cult of personality against someone who may or may not have been behind a single attack

-unless it hides the fact that our own government may have been behind the worst mass killing on American soil in the late 20th century

Don't lose the heartspace I showed you
(you can't fear death if you want to be
with me)

I am for the open road and
for everything that happens

(I've already dissapeared)

gangplanked again
(shooting rubber bullets from the
psychic guns of the lost prophets of my
dead visions)

Who are you to come to me all bloody?
(goddess of the earth I am truly sorry,
we shall grow new limbs together)

Don't fear the planet
or the moon or the
cosmos

I will remember

fucked warrior
draws rusted memory blood

(distant history sword rips time-sinews
tears through the stifling womb of
pre-programmed sunrise high)

money-magic-miasma-machines
powdered teeth stucko facades
tast of acid metallic dreams

How much should we charge to advertise the fall
of man inside your visions as you sleep tonight
death-colored garments hide the skeletal
intentions...

Drum roll (rattly snare)
Taps on the bugle (off-key)

Wake up to another fantasy
one where you are sure to be the master
take a hammer to the thing
hammer of the god's

break the ice & the dam
the flood is only cleansing
survive
(don't die again)
survive this time
(don't die the millionth death)
save her this time
(don't loose grasp of your angel again)
she is summoning the heavens for
you

let her in this time
through the twisted wreckage
the damaged valves,
corroded pahtways

the burnt cartilage
(let her light inside to heal the
broken places)

In all the infinite ways
I write my life
( I am always in love with you)

In every alternate reality
wherever you enter my history
my now

(we are spirits expanding into immeasurable joy)


Your softness shoots through the loose accumulation of
molecules that I am
your sweet passion ignites the nuclear
reaction
inside my angel-brain

Nothing is the same
it re-writes the past
burns away everything but you and I
the world is only kindling
for US

You must begin
the freeing
of your pain

My angel hears me
when I whisper...

that I love her
like;
yesterday,
tomorrow
& today

that--
(she tastes like heaven)

(feels like
forever)

blistering dreams
burning away falsehoods in layers

(woman in a red dress
ecstasy
freedom
happiness)

One more bridge to burn
(burn the ships to win the war)

Lost eagle gliding,
gliding

(after-shock of ecstasy)

she is
(a sun rising)


over his planet


gravitaional attraction

(hot magnets colliding,
softly
melting)

from the wild places
for the wild spaces
(for those who where never
afraid)

Did I tell you I could fly
(baby you make me..)

everybody knows that you know
& I know & we ain't gonna tell
You rocked your boat for me &
gave yourself the hard-sell

I named constellations for you
(that revolve around my head)

It's a star spangled shot
(lightning bolt in hell)


Got a snowball for ya as soon
as you can crack the code
(gimme the aspect and the node
baby)

Show me your sun-sign
in the dark

(gimme your truth serum
and fire away)

I can take the blast
at point blank range

(let loose with both barrells.
for once in your life
show somebody whatch-you-really-
got)

somewhere inside
the answer that never needs
to be asked

(light that cannot be
turned)

entrance to a place of no
exit

(you've been in exile all this time
from somewhere that never was anything but
home)

Primal song inside
the cage of her soul
time colored garments.

(she aches the moonstone pain
bleeds the the earth-woman river)

Hurls a honey whitened arrow
carried on the spirit-breath she is
too afraid to release
from the whispering places

Dancers who've forgotten
their steps

relegated to stillness

slow orbit
ringed by moons

Don't you want to hear about
(Love)?

It's all you ever needed
all we ever wanted

(just to feel so good
our beings screamed out to the spheres
from every cell on fire)

Came to this world
just to be damned

so good to burn it up
so good to run it out
so good to let it drop

There was also a kiss
in a bookstore
behind the romance novels

(nyc only exists within
mythological context)

what did we miss
underneath the moon that night
(alone with the magic spider)

Love Poem by Lawrence Harwood (1923)

we gave ourselves

we gave the farm we

gave grandaddy's gold from the war

we sold his saber and revolver too

Mama's good silver and china

tore our souls to pieces

ran the wagon into the ground

all the horses too

(and I'd give all this and more

if I had to give it away again

just for a minute or two

or more with you)

You thought the lion was hidden

(that the dragon was an illusion)

now you see that your truths

are fantasies and

your fears are the truths,

you are too afraid to be

There are certain elixirs, golden keys,

rare delicacies that a man

might travel a lifetime just to taste, touch,

see, possess.

(Quest for the goddess

such a long journey

one grows weary,

grey, tired, old and worn,

yet travels on...)

Such is the magnetic force

of that invisible loadstone

first noticed by the cave-shaman

clutching his talisman

imbibing the moon

KATSU!

...the sound of the word is irrefutable... one cannot take it back Hosshin, sometime in the 13th century shouted KATSU! it was his last word. Signifying he had attained. He tapped his staff and was gone Like a witch, or a shaman or Merlin from Excalibur lifting his arms before blinking into another dimension

the new philosopher
amidst all his technology
still wonders
the same things as
Plato and Socrates

(we are here to be noble
and to understand the mysteries
fathom the heights of love)

DON'T LET THEM RUN YOU THROUGH

candle powered optical renditions
(memories of the opera house
burned so many times)

& the roman campaigns that paved Europe
set a gauge we still follow
except for those who wander off the tracks
into blood-mist
visions

(unorthodox miasma,
appears fatal)

They say the only sword
that can run you through
is your own

We do the poison dance
Crazy alchemists
fueled with infinite sources of light

Doubt of Ulysses

Perhaps I shouldn't have battled so hard
for so long to return
home

Enemies are slaughtered
kingdom returned
queen at my side

Yet I am ashamed that
I sometimes dream of
that wicked Calypso

Who held me captive those
seven years (despite the knashing of my
teeth and wailing in despair)

(Perhaps I'll sneak off in the night
push my boat back into the sea
and hope that the gods will
wash me once more,
onto that lonesome shore)

Voyager
star-gazer
warrior

VAN GOGH'S REPRIEVE

For just a moment
the stars stop spinning in the sky
Beatific silence

rain
outside my window
melts the snow

GUEST POET FROM 1883 (Sir Richard "Gettalong" Holsom)

Don't talk about the gun
Don't talk about the bullets

Don't ask why
(look for a pattern
on the barn if you want
read meaning into the target)

But don't assume
you know what I'm shooting at
or why

Don't ask about the gun
Don't ask about the bullets


You can't shoot it
you can't absorb the shot

You will misunderstand
What are you looking for anyway
in the broken bottles
and cans full of holes

Don't ask to touch the gun
Don't ask touch the bullets

(you know you can't hear the bullet flying
you know you can't see the bullet rushing)

Fuckin metaphors
Never really work

It's just a mechanism where
someplace in the reptilian/caveman-shaman mind
a magic trick is performed

a million impulses jump a
million synapses,

and...

When nobody understands who they
are
in the world they are in
yet everyone looks around them to
figure themselves out

(I don't wanna doubt
flounder,
follow.

No need for parentheses or
shouting

You know you need to come ride
with me

What's all the ambiguity and
vacillation about

(death is coming,
while you're shaking in fear
inside a closet
that hides your true beauty)

He misses the glow of her eyes
inside the white cave of light
where they used to bathe in love...

if we are the people we
will retrospectively dream of
then I am a victim of moonlight that
found you on the street one night

(and You are the one that refuses to let me leave
your wallpapered room with
bees in jars and chocolate furniture)

So
So There

This astronomer of sorts
who looks for figurative stars
in the skies of his philosophies

(constellations of meaning,
mythological inferences into the origins and
purposes of man)

(& he knows that she has the eyes of a tiger
and that he cannot ever look away)

Brighter than any bundle of gasses spinning
galaxies away
They tell him a story of creation,
destiny.
(& how his violent ancestors
survived)


Surely they were paired by the
Gods

She imagines him,
sleeker and faster

(running through the forest
of her confusion into
the ocean of her sorrow)

Then the dream changes
(they stand face to face
auras melting )

Profusion of light so
bright it's dazzling

(she dazzles him into a place
where he dreams what he's always
dreamed of)

what they tasted
on each others souls
(breath enchanted
at this mortal touch)...

Angel: I want you so much.
Poet: You have me so much.

Angel: Can you see clearly all the beauty now?

Dreamer: The greatest beauty I behold is the impression of you
inside my soul.

Thank you for the freedom
of letting me see you from afar

(your eyes are constellations)
spelling out my
destiny

telling me you
are for me

If I have dreamed of anything
(it is the freedom of your soul inside of me)

Been on some wild rides
(but nothing as high as the tide
of our moons together)

River into me
(be the stray cat at my door)

When I think of
my love
(the sun shines inside of me)

& She dreams of mountain lions
& the stories her angel whispers in
her ear

(and that angel wants nothing more)
than for his love
to return to the mountain

which is her home
the one she left,
to find her home

& she knows his home is inside
her and that her love
sits like sunlight on top of the
rock
that is inside the heaven they found
in each others eyes
one day high in the forest.

I profess to the whole world
that I Love you
and you are the only one
(that hears me)

So Afraid of Breaking
fragile Sandcastles
(what have we lost in holding Back)

Obsessed with our own
Sadness

Forget about everything that's broken
Fly with Me
My love

(we are already
Perfect)

She's my favorite poet
(and I love the way she:
Tastes
Sounds
Smells
Moves
Radiates
Touches
Feels
Breathes
Resounds
Glides over this world to meet me in space/time
Holds me like she's mine
(Devours me like I was a vampire's wine
Like I was wedding cake)

(and nobody sees a word she writes
and I hunger for her lines of every kind)

everyone dreams of truly flying
(anyone worth dying that is..)


the bow is drawn
are you gonna realease that arrow?
(stop pretending you don't know what your aiming at)

shoot to kill

...Let's say I had a life before you
(and you are part of that life now
& part of every little thing)

And I don't know quite where the boundary of
my heart ends
and yours begins

& when I try to imagine letting you go
for good, it's not really possible to let
us-me-you go

Cuz you're in my sleep & blood & dreams
and waking moments (EVERY single moment)

& these moments are atoms and amoebas and nows.
now after now time has waited
(and the finest gods have created the world precisely as it
is so that we could devour
each other)

Become the stream of one
we are destined for
(You know we've already been together
for ever)

Gas me up again/looks like its gonna be a long run/(time to get me some american-iron again)/though it aint got much iron anymore, & some a them parts come from japanese shores/it'll be loud & proud (bleed red white and blue)

the stars on the flag mean somethin else to me
(I see Whitman's dreams
and Ginsburg's beard)

Rockets Violent red glare
Who said violence is a bad thing
At least we got firepower

They don't show kids gettin' shot in the head
on the news anymore
screaming naked down the street with napalm
(cuts down on the protesters)

Better to show soldiers in clean uniforms
(yeah, that damn liberal media!)

Don't get me wrong I'm true-blue thru & thru
Best not tread on Me!
Sure as hell don't touch these shores
I'll defend her alright
gladly

Yeah my freedom ain't pretty
ain't clean
what we done to the soldiers
and the Negros
and the Natives

But we done right too
Abe Lincoln weren't all bad
Now we even got a part African man
Seems like a good man too
a real man too

a real man

Good strong woman
from the back-country

'member when I used to
sleep with one eye open
'fraid your Daddy'd show up?

Used 2 ride that big ol' Harley
home in the sweet summer Mornin
(seemed like we were outlaws then)

My poetry is for you today
(as is my heart
& my blood
& my bones
& my eyes
hands
arms
strength
power)

LOVE

And my spirit is with you today
(as it is always.
as are my thoughts
my prayers
my dreams
wishes
visions
softness
and tears)

Your soul swirls up inside of me
lighting torwards the sky
I have the key to your earthly chains
you have the key to your earthly chains

Don't worry
I'll never let you float away

My warmth will exist as long
as you exist
my strenght will never wain

(because I am here to be the one
for you)

Recently a writer from The Times of India wrote to me, and asked me some questions about the German Bakery cafe in Pune India.(it was destroyed by a bombing one year ago today. Blessings and prayers to the friends and families of those who lost their lives). This vingette was my way of answering the questions...below the vingette is a link to the Times article


Taking the steps down into the dark smoky recesses of the German Bakery was crossing the threshold of a Cosmic rip in time. The cave like wings of the L shaped seating area were the gathering place of interplanetary vagabonds, lost angels, mystics, prophets, tourists, locals, beggars, dealers, stealers, goddesses, Buddhas, madmen, fairies. Indian, Chinese, Koreans, French, Italian, Polish, American, Canadian, Nepalese, Turkish, Mexican, Danish, Swiss, German, Palestinian, Israeli….(just to name a few)…young old, hungry, starving expats, vacationers, those who meditate, those against meditation, students, illiterate, rich, poor…and (more).

I came to India for the Osho Meditation Resort…but everyone who’s been in Pune more than a month or two knows that the German Bakery was the real ashram. I lived there…I ate all my meals there, talked with enlightened masters there, fell in love there, sat in silence there, made new friends, met old friends, and drank chai, espresso, papaya juice, pinapple juice, ate eggs and toast and potatoes, (and warm banana muffins!)

The Nepali boys were always smiling, always laughing, and the guard waving his staff at beggars, rocking back and forth in his uniform…smiling & silent…coffee steaming and cigarettes steaming, and laughter and talking and hugging and discussing and seeking and finding…scooters and rickshaws rattling. My day began there and ended there…
The GB was often the last place I would go before leaving Pune to return to the states…and the first place I would go when arriving back in Pune. From 2003-2007 I spent my winters in Pune (then returned to the states). Some of the very grandest & best times of my joyous life were in the GB. I would ride my blue and chrome Enfield into the back parking lot, park the bike and saunter through the shops into the bakery…you never knew who you would meet or what you might find there…

I heard about the Bombing from email and then followed it on Facebook…just the thought of it drains the blood out of my face…I was devastated at the news…since I was not there, and have not returned to India since…it still does not seem real to me…when I found out it felt like someone had blown a hole through my heart…I was shaken to the core. My sense of the world was upside down. Now, the German Bakery is a place inside of me. A place where I met the most beautiful people in the world. A place where all races & nationalities were part of the same family. A place where I had so many incredible moments. A place inside my heart that can never be broken or taken away.


http://epaper.timesofindia.com/Repository/ml.asp?Ref=VE9JUFUvMjAxMS8wMi8wOCNBcjAwMzAx&Mode=HTML&Locale=english-skin-custom

If I was a wanted man
would you ride across the border with me
slip into Mexico
where nobody knowd us from nothin

We could just let your eyes shine like diamonds there
and never want for anythin'

I don't know what it means
to be a p-o-e-t...
nor did I have a choice in the letters tattooed
on my hand

(just like I have no control over who appears in these lines
even If I tried to stop writing about you,
then the words would only be
some words trying to hide from the truth)

And the truth is
Your love shinning
inside me brighter than the sun

almost everyone hides from the truth...
it's' rarer than a mountain lion

(my river runs for
you)

No I ain't no soldier
(just got my own holy wars)

Not enough demons in the world
to touch my perfect Angel

she don't need words
& she don't need swords

I let her go
but I ain't never gonna let her
get away

She can fly faster than sound
faster than pain

(bullets melt when she smiles
clouds evaporate
trees grow
storms cease)

I know where she lives
(inside this peace
is my peace)

Outside these dreams
she dreams

(...every time you dream of me...)

...Created this paradise
some years ago
(built the dream home)
It's time to move in

Ask the shaman
if you can find the space
in between these worlds

It's a miracle that I met you
(better than anything)
Better than Pune
Better than Love

If I was to beleive all the stories we tell ourselves
(...and I do)
That would mean we are fated for each other
and that our love is simply a ripe fresh apple
waiting to be devoured by lush hungry mouths

(which in turn would be the imbibing of infinite
nourishment.
infinite
knowledge.
infinite g0d-given splendor

All last summer
I rode for you
(took you with me every mile)

narrated the beauty of all I saw
(wrote you poems and soul~letters)
you were my dream

Didn't think you'd really come true
(it was enough to absorb your soul into the
pores of my being)

...then you flew over the ocean
and showed up @ my door
(seemed like you knocked it over)

(you got a smile that could open windows
and fill up the gas-tanks of cars)

...and there is no separation
she already melted into his life
(and he already let his soul slip inside of
hers)

Some a them poets
and authors were crazy I hear
Chaucer was accused of rape
(Shakespeare of being queer)

Hunter S. Thompson waived guns in
a lotta faces
(but the only one he ever blew off was his
own)

Then you got Kesey hangin out with the Frisco Angels
(when they was the only angels)
and Ginsburg taking his clothes off and starving in
India (starving everywhere)

And Kerouac drinking right into his early grave
(lived with his mother all the while)
and Plath and Sexton
took themselves out
( an oven and a car respectively)

Cervantes must have been mad
after the wars and the piracy
and the prisons and the slavery
(must have been madder than old Sancho and Quixote
themselves)

Then you got the preachers on the corner
and the brown bottle bums and the psychos
in the park
(eyes glazed with a thousand yard stare
spewing maniacal ramblings to no one

Them is some of the best poets ain't nobody
ever heard of)

they told me I was free
(let me be anything/everything
I ever wanted to be)

Ran wild
& nothing could kill me
(magic like CrazyHorse)

& it all comes back to me now
Yes I Am...
(Magic Like Crazy Horse)

And I cannot be killed in Battle
(the eagle flies with me)

(and I have touched your face
with hands of light
entered your spirit with a passion so bright
only the shadows of your past remain)

and it makes me dream
& makes me pray
(and fantasize)

makes me:

-write
-not write
-meditate (fixate, gyrate)

-insatiate
-create
-frustrate


-delay
-rush
-run
-evaporate
-consolidate
-coagulate

-crystalize
-deconstruct

(anticipate angels in my aura
& leave a wide open feild in my heart
growing with wild flowers

while the surrounding forest is ravaged)

My life has been a river
flowing towards the ocean
of us

Dear Angel...

(wherever your wings open is
what I know)
Wherever your heart flows is
how I fly
(whatever your dreams show is
what I will deliver to you)
Whenever your mind stops or starts
I stop & start also

When your arms reach for me I am
already there
(when your love flowers for me
I am all around you)

isn't it foolish
to imagine that I am not a wealthy man
(for I have:
looked into your eyes
touched the heaven of your skin
tasted the paradise of your kiss
melted into the bliss of your heart)

and that time where our two angels
slept in a dream
together
(we brought a little of heaven to this world)

angel of my love
my heart runs through your
fingers as so much sand
(then there is the image of light
that is really my heart
left shinning
and you hold it up so high)

Some light pours out of every
inch of you
makes me see halos all around you
(this light bursting out of you
makes my light burst out of me)

and it hurts when we try to mitigate the
river of starlight bursting into ourselves

you must become me my love
and I must become you

(this is our intention)

and she came to this world from the sun
(and there is nothing in this world fireproof
enough to stand between us)

Time is a trick
we play on ourselves

(& there is no such thing as poetry
only the ones who know this are alive)

I believe in the you
inside of me

(You are the light that
shines in me )

My Golden Love
(there is no separation for us)

Time will be kind to us
my true love

Never doubt
that from my deepest core
I am always with you

Making the best
of haunted lives
(afraid to break the picture window)

She writes poetry
& she makes poetry
& she is poetry
(every sound she sings, every
move she shines,
every space she opens)

everything
she tastes

My beloved angel
you will always be wrapped
in the wings of my ecstasy

It's nice how I won't get
even one penny for this poem

and the snow falls on this inverse poverty
and I am warm and I am empty
and I am filled with the light and dark of us
the serperation and the union

and the wrong and right and the
way the snow has covered our tracks
and the scent of whatever wild animal we
are

and the snowfalls
without you

filled with the illumination
of this emptiness

When will we stop the turning away
(we call it by many names;)
love
fear
kindness
uncertainty
security
duty

(excuses to hide for another lifetime)

,Should I suspect myself
of perhaps misunderstanding
the world

Or continue as if I knew my fate
reavealed to me 3 meters at a time

Until some shore is reached
where the Island fragance is so
intoxicating...

I'm not a
Killer
Teacher
Husband
Father
Buyer
Reaper
Seller
Banker
Lawyer
Doctor
Savior
Preacher
Boyfriend
Son
Servant
Leader
Follower
Keeper
Kneeler
Seeker
Friend
lover
Borrower
Stealer

(it's the fault of poems
this predicament)

They don't have jobs for dreamers
spiritual expanders
bleeding heart lovers
nighttime story whisperers

heavy espresso drinkers
(wanderers of asian mysticism
riders of ancient motorcycles
caretakers of rusted romantic machinery)

This place is like my death bed
pain burns like fever

(God always comes in fever
in pain)

(it takes an arrow to pierce the heart)
Flow of blood
flow of water
life force in action

It's not a cross it's a tree
Same tree the Buddha sat underneath

In the West we struggle
struggle agains the cross

In the East they simply sit down
under the tree
take some shade
take some rest

(take some rest my son
have some rest)

I have good days and bad days
days where I understand the glory and the light
and the beauty within

and days where I am bereft
almost like a dog who waits day
after day
by the graveside of his owner


As if he understands the concept of resurrection
and has the utmost confidence that the sole purpose of his
existence will stand up cheerfully one morning

DELICIOUS SYLLOGISM

My paradise lives inside of me.
She is my paradise.
She is alive inside of me.

Place inside
(of the zero point)
cosmic opening into the true
mother spirit

We have come to the threshold beloved
blending into one
before dissapearing
(only to return as
undefined
bliss)

Sitting here in between
the wars
(& there's nothing standin between me
and paradise)
save the lonely chasm of fear we must
cross

Old Dreams of Chopper Freedom
(running away again)
handgun from the war
saddlebags
(things that won't break)