Attempt at
Photonics

waves/particles
exchanged

metaphor
narrative
analogous movement

mellifluous apparatus 

Pavement
Dirt Roads
Pathless forest

Try on through the bone

Times

Ashkenazi DNA strands

Reaching up from Mesopotamia

Dust spills into the sandals of

Gilgamesh

Breathe molecules of long

Forgotten King’s swords

Erect cities

Monuments

Stones

Ride on
through the time-dance

(Warhorse
signifiers
philosophical apparatus) 

I let the
days go by

All the high-times
and the star-vibes

Long rides
road kinds
astral-minds

Goddess finds
(Montreal nights
Pune skies)

Love lives
in every inch of you

(all the skies and stars
you've seen

are trying to convince you
that you are the one,

yet you look for
another)

Come home to
yourself

It is good to search
everywhere

It helps to magnify the
beauty within

(fills the soul with knowing
that every little thing we seek
is inside of us)

Righteous path
(surrender
death)

Way of the warrior
(embracing all of it)

Give em hell till the end
(only bend the way you
want to)

It's what you seek
nobody has it for you
Your own freedom

Maggots always crawl

Eagles always fly

Punctuated by death we
survive

(parenthesized by birth
and the end)

We wanna let off some steam
in between
Fireworks
Explosions
Bullets
Crashes

Collisions...
(decisions)

got a few good
runs left in me

Get hip to the magic times
stay home (go inside)

So ya been around the world a
few times

Crashed some rides
Crashed some rides

Stick your finger on the
trigger (she don't care why)
Do we have any idea
how high

Just how high we got
just how high

Flyin' eyeball times
Kickstart nights
with the tequila blind

Hard to kick it when you
can't see straight
some of em just couldn't wait
to die

(somehow still alive)
You wann see crazy
I'll show ya crazy

Hey Rider
this is the dream time

Remember me
as yourself and your
High-mind

(stay inside the love-space)

We got this magic thing
cosmically calling

(we are everything)

I.

Freedom to DIE
gift of Life

We are heading away from the beggining
and toward the end

We are heading away from the end and
toward the beggining

Simpler than a child's game
(these illusions are free

Bodies and stars from nowhere
bullet machines of steel(we love them
too much) speed, blood, rush

Rock-n-Roll-remember-me)

(Guns on my grave)


II.

I have watched the bodies burning
down by the ghats, river running

seen the celebration of fire-music-sex-life-colors-dancing
and the dead-man burning gave me such a gift
of his life
flashing, moving,

and the instruments played, and the river rushing by
and I was just there, a
stranger celebrating the
fullness of a life and a death
(whisper me through eternity)

I thought you understood
the nothingness and foreverness
of each moment

Before language the body
spoke and the trees spoke
and the earth was one symbol

and everything understood

We felt the CRUSH
(did the .45 dance)

 (sacred and filthy
without possibility of
preparation)

 Bacteria invade
warmth stifles
loving decay-filled air

(time slows to reverse
childhood memories float to the
surface. Space is finally here)

To Be to
Breathe
to Choose

(outside the paradigm)

FOR J.T.

Back when the trees sang
sweet for us
pine needle carpet ecstasy

Brothers runnin' free
To high to die hell yeah
we stole your beer

We took your guns
yeah we took your daughters
we crashed your car
smoked your boat

(just the boys on the run
didn't mean no harm
long haired truck drivin
mountain ridin shotgun
totin' sons a bitches)

Don't forget to Die FREE

MY KINGDOM

Words no one
can touch
steal
fuck

Maybe ya never
heard a' the band
or read the book

(we flew 8,000 miles
to feel the disease
let the sands grind us down

makeshift pyramids
with lovers on the steps
(they made us stop throwing flowers
over the newborn
the reborn
and the dead
(they said it was too
hard to clean
up)
We burned with the
pyres all the way to tomorrow)
rivers running backwards
nobody looked at their watches
we chugged midnight chai)

from tiny dirty glasses
If we have spirits
(mine is there)

Welcome to the
stillness

(I know you
"have
to go"

but welcome
to the
stillness)

I know what
 he said
and she said
but,
welcome
(to the stillness)

I know you'd like to
come back later

(but welcome now
to the stillness)

Distance between
freedom and thought

(read the masters
the ones you've
never heard of)

This existence that
gives us life says;

"Give me your blood
your fathers
your sons
yourselves

give your life and
your dreams and the nothingness
and everythingness that
was given to you for
free

And I will give you eternity"

(for a briefness,
for a moment
that does not
end

For a new beggining
that stretches back so far
it never
began)

DEAR READER OF THIS POEM

Have you asked about the infinite
Have you looked inside your own
Heart for the treasures you seek elswhere

Who is it that poses these
questions

Have you forgotten the
Platonic ideal

(Socratic notion of
enlightened love)

No need for a symposium
wine
friends

(no need for Himalayan
solitude
Super-human
fortitude)

We trip over darkness
surround ourselves with
foreign armies

(you yourself are the
prayer)

Dark memories lost
cave-time magic
our souls were born

in primal-fear and
flesh-warmth

(fire
stars
violence
devolution)

Seekers of beauty
(drown inside the...)

Light of your own
heart

Dreams un-break
Fantasies materialize
Pain transmutes

We
are all
going
to Heaven

(headed down the
pilgrim's road
winding through the
cosmos)

Be you a sinner or
a saint
friend or foe

(take my hand and
I will show you)

It's about the energy
in between
(see past the lovers and
their dreams)

It's what happens inside and
outside of them
(two sets of dyads,
north/south
east/west)

opens up the center
pure awareness
Five points of cosmic
light

Earth Power
Plus Fire-Truth

(makes a kind of
dark/light
magic)

God-fuel
for charred
avatars

Ride the high-vibes
(get inside
the dream)

Outlaw style
country raw
4-wheel drive

Go anywhere
always survive
(thrive)

Shotgun crazy
1911 free
Shoot first
(don't ask questions)

Ghost-images,
our mind-players...
flicker

(metaphysical insertions
of tangible fantasies
(perpetual
death/rebirth))

He was just a
warrior
(silent ecstasies
turning)

She was only a flower
(Goddess power
yearning)

Spirits
Ghosts
Engines

Dreams
Fantasies
Ecstasies

Enlightenment
Darkness
Awakening

Dante
Homer
Rumi

Gilgamesh
Ulysses
Achilles

Cervantes
Quixote
Sancho

It's free to be alive
Freedom to thrive

Free men lead their
own lives
Follow no one

Dogs follow
Eagles fly

You know the mystery
times
and the midnight
rides
(wings she hides
wings she hides)

We saw the Pune-minds
and the Goa-times

(Witnessed the Buddha skies
sat right down in the Buddha fields)

Are you strong
do you remember
do you keep your promises

Do you seek pain
or love

To forgive
or to punish

Can you let go
can you trust life

Embrace those you fear
release those you cherish

Who will help those
with no voice?
No gold?
No praise to give?

Will you kick the blind beggar?
Steel his treasure?
Snicker behind his back?

Rare is the one who will risk
ridicule
and stoop to help the cripple
and take the lashes from his master

Criminals will search
poetry for crimes

Liars for lies
(Dogs digging through
garbage cans for food)

The one with wings flies
higher with each
word of freedom

OLD COWBOY STORIES

from somewhere out in the Arizona
Dessert, circa 1977

"I used to ride hard
and shoot first

Now I just ride
and I just shoot"

The Lotus only
opens for the innocent

those pure enough
to enter the temple
alone

MORE TALES OF SUFIS

The wandering master said,
"I don't expect pigs to understand
the great mysteries

Yet I go on hoping that men will
hear the teachings

I will start giving my sermons to the
pigs,
at least afterwards they will eat my words
and roll in mud
and rejoice in garbage"

MORE STORIES FROM OLD BIKERS

This dude, I swear to god, had a peg leg...
and he would mechanically attach his left
leg (the peg leg) to the gear shifter on his
Electra-glide....

When I met him he had a bottle of Jack Daniels
in one hand a bottle of Pepto-Bismol in the other

The first words I heard out of his mouth were adressed
to no one in particular,

"you ever see anybody with a tattoo of a chicken in a cage,
(no, I answered)
But you do see lots of tattoos of eagles flying through the sky
right"
(right)

Drivers of this life
who wants to go inside
(easier to hide
in someone else's reflection)

Those who do not die
riders of the long ship
(before and after)
 we meet on the mysteries edge
inside the pyramids
(by the waters edge)

Ashes of the burning ghats
smoke like rain
trash drifts like garments of the gods
through the unpolluted river

We met ten thousand years ago
So we've all come here again
(good to see you my friends
good to see you again)

The mystery of the Mystery
(chance takers
and death-chasers
we dance with the
dice in our hands
splice with the bones
of our ancestors)

Victory/death
survival vs. the abyss
dream-lovers
and shotgun risk-riders
be gone
down the road into whatever
you think you deserve

The Sufis used to say
that "if you show a beautiful
poem to a cow,
the cow will try to eat it

If you show something beautiful
to a poet,
he will write poetry about it"

Keepers of the Distance
Makers of vows
secrets

(Cavemen to kings
animals, beggars
Princes
Thieves)

We steal
we give
we seek
we surrender