dame

"elementary, my dear man,"
spake the sleuthing sage
cull the depths of your wonderful soul
record them on the page
in faith, weather stress, express to
bless creation to it's source,
earth does not wait as human fates
meted out, reap love or remorse
enchant to win, to reel back in the

uncouth dove in disguise
never to doubt the ultimate good,
and to meet it in the eyes

Carry words, carry dances, rhythms,
And all creative pursuits,
Regard not critics, wield your wit like leviathans mighty tooth.
Tell me truly, spell it plain, show your noble face.
And ever, stubbornly, on my tongue will be the words of grace.

Kat-domainz

Scurrying down Yitzhak Sadé

for a round of modern trade today,

I noticed, hurriedly, curious things:

that dingy kittens sat like kings,

each one - flea-bitten - on a Dolev bin,

master of all that lurked within;

alert for deposits of rancid cash

each time a human drops off trash.

The kitty pride which they project

assures us they will well protect

the potential vital energy

from fishy bits and moldy skee

which turns into a flashing claw,

the power of god in a kittens paw.

Pondering this plan for waste

I blustered on with all due haste,

a rodent in a larger race.

Level one, The shitty city zone

Why's the city so devoid,

 Of humanity, I am annoyed,

By the lack of cottage huts,

 And kids playin outside with naked butts.

Mothers don't stroll down these streets,

 Lovers don't have colorful sheets.

No, instead everything is grey,

 And people walk to work all day.

Seems like I remember when,

 I could meditate with zen,

In a forest deep within, 

good ol San Anton.

 That was where I made my home,

Now I live at level one,

 In the shitty city zone. 

I want some trees

To cover me

 And not leaf me alone

While i build a home

.

The Woman Clothed With the Sun

It's clear to me, the higher mind

Sees from a perspective that I cannot find

This is not science, it's a conceptuality

That has always made much sense to me

The power of Myth and Story. 

To find some meaning in my life

To take out the Critic's mealy knife 

I find it best to generally apply

My efforts to only my own dimmed eye

Who cannot gaze straight at the sun

Or the woman who wears her, where she's begun

In all her radiant Glory. 

Think on my small competing bones

Projection causes overblown

Grandiose visions, jealous lights

I relax my brain when I sleep at night

And feel my feelings, circling

Don't let them run away with me

Stand still and strong all through their storm

Till the suns dove face re-appears to warm

This dark night

Psyche's fright

Sorting beans

Fording streams

Her journey ends...

Just in time for new life to begin

When through the tunnel of mind's decay

The higher mind will shine like day

Through my death, my soul is born

A great gauzy curtain opened, torn

Re-made, Re-named

However, till that awesome day

I'm not afraid to join this game..

And Play. 

Jibber Jabber on the Cosmic Radio

They told me to carry my torch and I ran.
A spark in the deep darkest corner of (hu)man.

To the old, to the old paradigm I have died
To the Now, to the moment somehow
I have tried
then Let Be
ceased to force my own hand
and got free

It's a big get to the (re)new(ed) Gott
who's pretty pleased
as corn and peas
when a ramblin weary soul
puts their feet upon the coals and says
I can

And just like that the light turns on
because you let the real show through, the Dawn

Honesty, my words I wed to thee.

***************************************

The world is gonna go On
The world is beautiful and don't you want your Part in it? (grant us our Portion, in your Torah)
I'm religious as fuck, but I don't want to buy in to
eschatological nightmares any more.

No more thinking that Jesus is going to burn the heads off his enemies,
cause I've been there, and he was always a friend to me.
I'm sick of the diss of Grace
flowing from the cabinets of the ones who claim to believe.

Let the light shine through you
we have a lot to hope for.

But the gains we demand from God
ideas like goodwill and peace,
they don't come from without,
like a deus ex machina,
they come from within.
We're the ones who are wearing skin,
and have legs and arms
to help or harm.

How will your spirit (re)sound?
unless you're planted in the Ground
So plugging in to the earth is the way
to stay.
To bring God into your bones and skin.
Great religion has taught us
that the highest duty of man
is to infuse the mundane with the sublime.

To do this you need Energy,
so trust me, I'm here for you.

Love,
The Ground
       Earth
       Cornerstone
       Heart
       Great gravitational force around which all you loveable punks have gathered.


Put another way... I once heard a young, newbish couple described as "two ticks with no dog"
Wherever you've got humans, you've pretty much got the same situation.

Energy vampires!! warn yer kids, keep all jars with lids stowed safely below!  Oh no!
We're just restless, un-rooted souls..
We keep fluctuating and flickering, looking for something True.  I hope you realize it's inside of you.

It can be difficult to function when the people around you are looking for something from you instead of being Self-soothed.  It's something we're meant to learn pretty early on, but it can take time to break that dawn.  Compassion for poor suckers who aren't Giving Things A Try.  It really does involve seeking what your heart most deeply desires, because you are supported by an infinite existence, and it truly does know how to Give, not only to take.  All things pass, and the seasons return again and again.  The sun breaks through at the Solstice just in time to illuminate our time here.

All so brief, but worth every golden autumn leaf.

Pining for Cedar

"Come back to center, back to the Heart," you say. 

And I give. 

The end of every man is in the peace of death,

to awaken, perhaps, to New Life. 

And so I know that there is good in us, 

not of our own making, yet it is there,

Still. 

So meditate, be motionless and return to truth.

No sooner have I let my lead foot off the brake 

that keeps at bay my emotional flood

of combusting fluids that

Spark into flame

then pass away..

let it all through, let it run clear,

Always, your face is at the front of this force

I resist, I give, I remember:

I Love you. 

 So briefly known, a glimpse of my dreams, the Light in the seams

I release you to freedom, to follow your way

Selfless Love

known always in retrospect

If I could reverse the way my heart beats

maybe I could keep you

but we are stuck in the forward motion of

Time's tidal wave.. So I surf on;

learn to keep this boat afloat

The gash you left in me 

when you made me

complete

is Where I finally felt the heartbeat

of my mother, my other, 

my source, my self. 

And everything. 

But everything's vacant without your sweet

Heartbeat. 

A White Owl visited me last night..

...And then I had to write raps and poems. :D


I tell myself silly stories
that bring out the deeper glories
in ordinary days
ennui and me can part our ways
as I cut through the haze..

with all the best to the cynics, the jaded hipster critics
my desire is to rise, my design to synthesize
poetry from plundered books
I sink my hooks in these novels
Salman Rushdie writes the words that make my language center grovel

just a lazy afternoon
images fill the space o' my room
with far off lands and colors
these henna hands of a lover
for a groom that she could cover
with her womb like a mother
but not too soon brother

these silver slivers of baubles, glittering beads and bells
please tell, now sister, how you hold yourself so well
in my brain fanatically spinning and swirling hurricanes
look for chains to fasten
to cling on and make this last a
fresh perspective
new growth, new green
we resurrect it
from the compost of our species
find the fertile from the feces
reconstruct me
God, love me
radiant sun above me
in the cells of the leaves
light turns to energy
you can taste it
in the fiber of the food with nothing wasted
in the cycle
let this paradise around me be my bible
my survival is dependent on the words that I keep spitting
imma thrive with this saliva
ha, back to the beginning!

On Wings, 2010, Acrylic on Canvas