Father Noah,
Laboring with your
sons and fathers
for perhaps 100 years
to build the great ship,
almost a city unto itself

Watching the stars and waiting
reading the great conjunction
mighty Noah of 500 years
600 years great father

(let me walk in spirit
as you did,
be a friend to my sons and all
their creations,

Great shepherd of all the earthly Kingdom
rider of the devastation)

900 years and more
mighty Noah

How the world must have
changed around you

The faith of Abram,
wandering
(Moses lost)

Nomadic spirit warriors
hearing truth
conflicted
doubted

(Noah, in his 500th year
laboring to build the ark)

Mighty forefathers grant me
strength

Perhaps I am not so
far away

My beloved is
the existence I have
avoided

Cosmic oneness open
your doorway to me
and let me enter

I am the other you
Deeper into
the mysteries

Free yourself of
All power

no more time to
run away
everyone knows there
was never anywhere
we came from anyway

Mountain stoned under
the skyway again
we burned everybody's house
down but our own

(I always stole my gasoline
stole my gasoline
stole my everything)

Like a teen crush she floats
heaven-ward
V8 dreams and 4barrel visions
gunnin' it
gunnin' it

Beyond all these
machines

(perfect silence)

primeval forest
wildness

She's cool,
but not as cool
as my aloneness

(Remember the ghost
Of inner silence
that spoke of
Poetry as
The answer to
evertything)

We are new Sons of devastation
writers of the apocalypse

Riders of dawn machines
(make that metal warm and
soft, have your way with
darkness)

Shed that skin
writhe in the freedom of
Sun/Son

Savior take me to a hot
paradise of ocean shores and
Mother Mary

I've been alone with my
desire for too long
Shoot a thousand rounds into the
sky

so some people talk
about shamans and such

Think because they did drugs on
vacation they have some knowledge

and the pop-tantra which is simply
lust disguised as love
superficial version of merely one of
108 meditations

(too afraid to step over the
edge of the
edge)

I thought the shape-shifters
were phonies

and the breatharians
vegetarians,
sectarians and
other cults

(so yeah,
I turn into a crow sometimes,
but when I'm an eagle I fly so
high that know-one can see me
or my eyes)

That one time I was a puma for
a brief moment...

Another time when I rode home in
full gear in 102 degrees and I was
just swimming in the thick tangible
connection we had

(oceans away)

you thought this was a space-time issue
and that the money would help you escape

still we are

after the time game
(and if anyone knew
what happened they
would agree)

but I like it
that even we don't
speak of it

(something about the
mountain lion
and the great mother
spider creator of
the infinite web)

some people believe
in past lives
and pyramid magic

(sometimes I just ride)