Friday, August 31, 2012

If we are two
strands of
one spirit

(...I am at a loss
for words)

...besides triggering
some kind of ecstasy
outside and inside of
me

...(she writes
exquisite poetry)
Freedom is the
risk of being yourself

(path of your aloneness)

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Sweet Goddess
of my freedom

(Thank you
for the fire)

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Meditate
with
my
poetry

Beautiful
lover
The diamonds you
covet
are but broken stones

(the inner-kingdom
awaits you

the true diamond
is the center

of your own
being)
we found the
little red angel
hidden inside

the box of
tea

Wouldn't
it be funny
if they put it
there

Just for us

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

love without fear
entering your own
source
You
are the Goddess
in the mirror

reflecting
the light

of the soul
we both
share

Sunday, August 26, 2012

escaped a thousand
traps
(fires,
crashes)

Dodged a hundred
bullets,
radio-wave-freedom

Tuning to self-
harmonics


outlet of universal
power

Friday, August 24, 2012

Radio freedom
guitar anguish

streetlight transience
third world opulence

desert silence
pavement patience

(nothing can stop
the time that stopped
between us)
So lost rider,
are we lonely
in the forest,
together.


(We dream of love
and ourselves
from the shadow
of our perfect spirits)

Let the rivers run
they must meet in the
end

Thursday, August 23, 2012

I am the soul-
rider of eternal-
self

When you
come home I
will already
be there

Home is where
the soul
lives

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

It's like Pune
(inside my soul)
when the eyes of my
soul opened
you were there

(you had always
been there)

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Monday, August 20, 2012

Would some one ask...

"If I was a poem would you rip my
page out of the book and steal me
from the library"

"If I was a record album would you have bought
me in the 70's, listened to me until the grooves wore
out

Opened my cover, and placed it on your dresser,
like and angel with outspread wings"

"If I was a loud, hot, leaky, nasty Harley, from
way back when,
would you take me through the empty streets of
night, so fast you could almost fly,
would you crash me into whatever would not
yield to you

walk away without a scratch and manifest the
money to take you to a strange Asian paradise
a place that you could come home from
but a place your spirit
would never leave"

"I am an epic southern rock song"~ASG


GREEN GRASS AND HIGH TIDES

In a place you only dream of
Where your soul is always free
Silver stages, golden curtains
Filled my head, plain as can be
As a rainbow grew around the sun
All the stars above who died came from
Somewhere beyond the scene you see
These lovely people played just for me

Now if I let you see this place
Where stories all ring true
Will you let me past your face
To see what's really you
It's not for me I ask this question
As though I were a king
For you have to love, believe, and feel
Before the burst of tambourines take you there

Green grass and high tides forever
Castles of stone, souls and glory
Lost faces say we adore you
As kings and queens bow and play for you

Those who don't believe me
Find your souls and set them free
Those who do, believe and know
This time will be your key
Time and time again I've thanked them
For a peace of mind
That helped me find myself
Amongst the music and the rhyme
That enchants you there

Green grass and high tides forever
Castles of stone, souls and glory
Lost faces say we adore you
As kings and queens bow and play for you

Yeah, they play just for you

~Outlaws 1975

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKbk_dQ8Mhg

Sunday, August 19, 2012

When I used to
get high
(with you)

When I used to
get high
(with you)


(you know I've always flown
in my soul
and on the road
and smashed down walls
when they got in my way
but...)

When I used to get high
with you...

Friday, August 17, 2012

I like this
way of being
my own

(poems)
we are the authors
of these bodies
of poetry

Lucky you
lucky me
Candlelight
and I can almost
feel the night
you told me about
the moon power

Winter vibes
and celestial light
(I think it was the solstice)
Isn't it beautiful
that we get to resonate
with each other's spirits

(and the soft spaces
we created)
Distant sound of the
steamboat's horn

summer breeze floating
sweet incense smoke

Heaven shines through my
door
I write your name
in incense smoke

I bring the vibration
higher for you

Come join me
(in this
innner space)

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Beloved dancer
share your self

mother
earth
power

stretching to the beyond
(bend right back to me)

I am the home of your
heart of fire
Come to me
sacred goddess-woman

I am inside the
space we created
I am a simple weaver of
things

a spider spinning a single
thread
Poetry of the buddhas
and the spider's web

the magic kept spilling out
of you
my beloved,

I thank the universe that gave you
a place to be

formed your body from the stars

( a perfect stillness

river of poetry that you are )

we walked
on the trail

you asked me
the questions

only buddhas can answer

They gave us our paradise
we squandered it on wishes

we are alive in the space our
souls blended

I was born
on Rock n' Roll

Nobody ever
put a chain
on me

You must be
the angel reading
all these poems

(thank-you)

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Wild power
of the outlaw fringe
leave tommorow behind

smash the glass of
the past

We been ridin for a long
time
my brother

We been ridin for a long time

(when it's time to die
we're gonna ride)

time to leave,
time to love
time to fly

cause I'm tellin you
only outlaws
ride the way they want to


Tuesday, August 14, 2012

She was a way of
haunting myself

(faded Simulacra)

Monday, August 13, 2012

4 ATIT

It was beautiful to have
you here with us

The Pune-Highs
and Goa-Times

(I saw you dancing with the
girls, from the corner
of my Eye)

Always figured you could
fly

Yes, you knew
exactly how to
fly
Angels embrace
mountaintop refuge
(regardless of wounded
wings)

We fly
still got some ridin to do
(put away the pictures of you)

I like the broken road

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Build bridges to yourself

Saturday, August 11, 2012

what did we find on
these transcontinental meanderings

*goddesses
*meaning
*gold and silver

Love,wings,flight
sadness
summa tha shit is tattooed across
my heart

you would know

(midnight union,
you know I never told a soul)

Friday, August 10, 2012

Sweet temptation of her
broken mind
(throw stones at my own
mirrors instead)

Planetary cycles
moon outcomes
solar habits

(replace them with lost
mythologies
absent facticity
barren forests of incomprehensible
solitude)
TO THE ONES WHO KNOW

we stumbled wide eyed into the cavernous
depths of the cathedrals,
bewildering heights of the castles,

with the trance-dance vibes
and day/night glow clothes
brown sunglasses sheilding our eyes
from the opulence

they brought us food and wine on gold and silver
trays,

and the women filtered sunlight
smoke city-miasma
we rode through the goat herds
and the painted trucks
and the chaos,
intuition guiding through the speed

sleepless night of the disco-kind
DJ worlds of colored lights
split fragments of mind's-eye prisms

shattered by her beauty she changes form,
the girls flow like oceans
changing shape of the goddess
envelopes death-freedom
pushing beyond the
edge

The poetry of everywhere
and everything (i've ever seen)

pours out of me constantly
visible,
like torrents of dreams
They say the Buddha said,
"You only lose what you
cling to"

(I never shoulda lost you)
we hadda lotta rock n roll
and the good-times just keep on comin

way we used to ride all night
sacred into the dawn

(we were angel warriors and
I could see you'd grown your
wings again)

we didn't have to talk about
the dragon power
And the Goa vibe

Just another friday night at the
Pyramids

we'd fly across the street to
my Hotel room

Monkeys eating papayas
saddhus smoking their brains out

Jai Babba!
Jai Jai
babba

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

cowboys and
outlaws
always ride again

(savin for a strong horse...
bein American to me
means ain't
nobody can mess me
around)

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

And so I took
the wild road

followed my own
heart-song

Monday, August 6, 2012

And; the wild horses
mountain peaks
intricate beauty of the spider's
web

(way our spirits
intertwined
perfectly)

Letter to You

Can't you see my poems
are all written across the sky
for you

And that all those records
they made back in the
70's

those songs were surely meant
for me
and
you


(i sent for a black guitar this
past saturday,
just waitin for the postman
to bring it home to me

gonna sing my songs with
that guitar

and every time I strum a string
your gonna feel it
brush your
soul)

Friday, August 3, 2012

after the bones
and the ashes

I'll meet you
(after the fire
and the dreams)

Thursday, August 2, 2012

if we all were angels