Farewell to the glory
and the death-times
and the angel minds
and the Brooklyn vibes
(she had softness inside the
softness of her curls)

It's just the ghost parade
(i can't watch it)
you can't leave it

We have to run these times
dream these lives

(dream our way alive
through the times

face the darkness of
the cave

dance into the stream of
bullets

paint masterpieces with sunlight
blood, spit
hunger)

You are the source
you are the pain
you are the freedom

Trip Christmas
star-life winds
through the storms

(integrate/disintegrate)

DNA-fake
Gender-Dyad
(sweet pain of the
strand)

Takin my underground
underground

(you see we died on the
mountains one a those times
came alive in ever-after
all alone in our
minds)

MY BROTHER KNOWS THE WAY OF THE TRIBE



I will give the fire
(no first born son)

Yes I will give my own
fire

(let the tribe that flies the
skies
Smoke my bones)

Bring the rest to PUNE
(where my soul is always home,
Pune, where my soul will always
roam)

Your self
is just a dream
(there is no one)

You are the master
only this

Good-morning Heaven
Good-morning Forever

(Good-morning Christmas)
Good-morning to the fantasy
(The one better than my best
fantasies)

Angel space
we hide

(each others' dreams
come alive)

We saw the
truth in each other
(truth speaks louder
than words)

Louder than law

When we flew into
ever togther
(I knew it was you
I'd been moving backwards
in time
to find)

Crazed Warriors
Burning through
world after world

(that thing about riding off
the cliff...
were you serious)

Of course we would not stay in
the vehicle

Just watch it fly off into
never

We have these lives
(intertwined)

spirits careening...

What if we flew
too close to the sun
and came back golden

This is the power
This is the moment
This is the freedom

Give me these realities for
Fire

Fuel my dreams
Feed this universe

She is a gentle rose
this one
gentle and fierce

(she has the fire of my name
 written inside)

We are masters
who've lost our
way

(forgotten to listen to
spirits of the forest)

The golden dream of our ancestors
(primeval longing for a perfect
birth)

Some of the realities I've created
(...fhoooo,  I mean...
Is this guy crazy)

Crazy like a fox
like a snake
like an eagle

(shake your money-bones)

I mean
(shake your dream maker)
upside down and side-ways

So what do you think of this poetry
(maybe it takes you somewhere I have
never traveled)

Inside of a dream I never imagined
(If I could show you the crumbling cities
and the ecstasy behind the bubonic mists
(mists of decay)
Primeval cultures persisting
(inked into our faces, etched
with the wicked histories of heathens
and flesh-eaters)

We could have grown wings by now
(are you fierce and hungry
fiery and angel-dangerous)

Whenever we
take our....

I mean she wanted to
show me something...

(I'm a beleiver
now even though
we never dreamed
(I mean we did dream
but we never expected
to make a dream like this)
what this kind of ecstasy...)


Why would I even think twice
about her...

Miracle time
(in your eyes)
to hold an angel

I remember to forget
sometimes
(about the inside and the outside
about you and me and time)

About the length of the ride
(these are moments beyond moments
movement of only stillness)

Or even try to unknow the meaning
undream the teaming dreams of
rivering into the
awesomeness

Love inside
the infinite field
locked away in
each of us

My answer for you
is whatever you breathe
inside for me

We're here
to ride out
the death times

(driving aliveness from
our bones into the next
life)

It's time for you
to ride with me

Flyer of night skies
promise us your poetry
(your wealth of golden lives)

Dream-rich earth-king
goddess sadness of
our heart-times
march on cloud machines
tree-lover
mountain-friend

rock whisperer
water worshipper
(love drinker
potion wielder
law-breaker
future-shifter
space-bender)

We ask for your music
and true riches
(soul money and
beauty reciever
she ached like a princess
and loved like an
angel)

Just start bangin' magic
(If the world were
just a dream
what would you do)

Pune-times
dark crush of midnight-mist-
smoke rides

(monkey free in pre-historic-vibe
20th century failure
eats away at the flawed-infrastructure
of an abandoned empire

Asia-goddess with your Western
poisons
(it was the Parisian girls and
the Turkish girls and the Brazilians
by the poolside

it was the pyramids and the music drilling through the wholes
in our minds and the elephant riders and the broken brown beggars
and the dogs torn to shreds and the love in the eyes of everyone
and the children running ragged and the skies a portal right into
our souls and the dirt swirling into everything and the powdered dung
infiltrating all-things, and the cheap-dirty-roadside-chai and the German girls and the Italian girls and the Israelis playing their guitars

(and the masters, sitting, drinking, smoking 
eating with us, talking
with us
as if we were one of
them)

I don't have
a system for the system
no game for the game

Shamanistic types
(edged out beyond
the beyond)

It don't cost much
to live the P-O-E-T-RY
life

(just take every chance
ya see)

Fear nothing
(stay away from the straight-
path)

Fly high
Burn bright

Just a few words
(Lightning in your
soul)

Can change the entire
universe

My Guardians
never leave me

(higher and higher
we fly)

Welcoming
the Spirit Guides

(I look to the sky)

The honey
(of us blending)

Probably already noticed
I write my own book

I Can't have
any sadness
with you

your wings
shine too bright
for me

Flow with the river
I am

Move with wings
deeper

Let the power
flow with you

She came to me in a
dream again last night

(my sweet angel)

Just one glimpse
in the middle of a dream
can sustain me a lifetime

I been free before you
were born

I'll be free after you
Die

The truth
is fire

(few can stand the flames)
You think followin' the law
is the right thing?

You think followin' your boss
is the right thing?

Hangin up Christmas lights
like the neighbors?

(the truth has to burn
in your heart)

Ain't nobody
gonna burn this
house down
(this is god's house)

Walk the righteous path
of light
Those who stand against
the truth will be smote
down by the

Hand of justice
(it's not in my hands)
I walk with glory

Humbly,
Boldly

You think you know this
warrior of light?
You think you can
Ride?

Stay on the righteous path
my friend
(the path that leads
to yourself)

it's just crunchy
and dirty sometimes
bending and screaming
(stratocaster cries)

Me and the boys
strummin them chords
somebody moans the vocals
somethin about a woman

(maybe she done ya wrong
maybe she rocked your world)

Buzz of the amplifiers
Damp microphones ache
for the truth to break
free

Go deep inside
past the fear
past the ghosts of yesterday

(sea of shinning love)

Give me the strength
to soldier on
fight for the weak
(love the strong)

(She is the kind of
Angel)
that changes
everything

Silent reprieve
inside the poetry
(true love)

Deep inside the cave
we meet
(we must be
one and the same)

Love yourself
Free  yourself

WAS TALKIN TO THIS OLD BIKER...

And he said,

"Well I always liked the open
road, and
I've had a bike every year
of my life,
I used to live in tents and shit
so I could own a bike"

(He also loved 45's,
and said he never bothered
nobody, unless they bothered
him first)

When I asked him about love
(he looked into me, with eyes
so clear they caught me by suprise)

He said,

"love is somethin ya gotta
figure out inside yourself
son"

I'm a freeborn man
(I heard that in an
Outlaws' song)

We create this reality
(created you right into
my arms

So we could work this
thing out
forever)

Drawn to my meditation
in the peace she will come
(a dove landing
in the paradise
we created)

she softly blankets
my mind
like the first dusting
of snow