LANIAKEA

Beloved

Out of the immeasurable heavens

(trajectory of light 

from a billion galaxies)

Out of the iron 

from supernovas

beating in our hearts

We never needed any 

science to prove to us 

we are one

(we knew from the way our 

molecules danced for 

each other)

What kind of mythology are
we making

each time we re-tell the
stories

Each word changing reality
it's not the same since you
started reading this

infused with some rebellious
potion

wild soul can't be
bargained for

He just rode away one day
right when everyone was convinced
he was "ok"

He'd burned down the house
she lived in years ago

filled with promises of the
holy ghost

Way of Gosho

Some say he wanted to pull
low because he knew he could
survive

(out there in the forest hidden for
years writing that unholy
scripture, carving it into
trees)

Rambling Stumblebum High on Somethin' Rant from Tomkins Square Park

We hailed you through
the dirt times
with your war wounds
and glory rhymes

(you were the only one
that survived the 300mph
crash into the earth)

You burned down the ambulance
that they sent for you
blew up all your collateral and
tore up the loans too

I know you owe money to the
money to the government sharks
and the suits you punched
and the gas you drank
with the gold in the bank
and the ships you sank

And the jobs you shanked
(and that rusty shiv up your
sleeve for the bastards and the
bitches that don't believe)

They called you Gosho
and the No-show
shit's all got to go
worlds gonna blow
no-no-no

That's not how the SONS flow

Reach inside to
the cosmic emptiness

Take fear by the hand
embrace him on your
journey

Bring the light, let her
hold the hand of fear
dance in the trinity of
desire, wisdom, knowledge

Let the trifold manifest
your holiness
you are already whole
already blessed by the
Buddhas

The entire cosmos has been
longing for you to the lift the vale


Excerpt from Way of Gosho: There are no Walls

Inside the JAGGED lines
(small details of our
lives)

The way she loved
coffee on my
breath

cliche of her
faded jeans

(supernatural body of
us)

just lyrics of your
soul i heard playing

reflections in puddles
and other NY metaphors
and motorcycles and
machines of dreams

(we smashed them for fun
then it got serious
when we wiped away the blood)

but speed freed of radio
meme knocked me out into the
slipstream

and then the time themes of
infinity and such and such
broke us open and
wild horses stopped to
listen