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

He Says

Put down the sword
  That's not what life is for
Put down the sword
  That's not why you were born

          He says
              take it slow
          She says
              don't go

Put down the crown
  Lay your anger down
Put down the crown
  It's too heavy for your brow

          He says
               take it slow
          She says
               I know

Take up the staff
    the kid and calf
The lamb, the leopard
    they need a shepherd

Five little stones
    you stand up alone
The fear it fades
    it's already un-made

          She says
                 take it slow
          He says
                 don't go
          She says
                 take it slow
          He says
                 I know

Honesty, I thee wed

Oh my deer; oh deer, dear me
Life goes on perplexingly
Love's arm reaches through the fog
"look, my dear, a little frog"
Give it back, the precious prize
I will see with unveiled eyes
I am no ones slave or master
I'm a light and shadow caster
All my life, to keep me free
I thee wed, my HONESTY

And life goes on, from friend to friend
There is loving without end
End your resistance to life's flow
Sometimes you're high, at times you're low
Sometimes insulted, others praised
Let circumstances leave you amazed

Where shall we plant our life's seed?
When it grows, do we kill all the weeds?
Can you uproot, replant and grow;
When it's time to move, can you let things go?
So I will have no truer love
Than this: my own life, me, my dove
And I set sail in all life's seas
Cause with MY SELF I am well pleased

Love,
Psyche

Lettuce bee

Bus stops

Souls are soup and we mix them up
We mingle flavors and drink our cups
And it is good
In this or any neighborhood.

Av

A day well spent
and no need to repent
of this fun
a new life has begun
Born two days
before the great fire blaze*
razed to the ground
and the temple came down
Redemption has sparked
on the day most dark
all lights went cold
Now before I get old
I'll light the real lamp
to lead this camp
in their journey on
toward the dawn
Homeward
home is here
No fear
On we go!




(7.30.12)

*I was born on the 7th of Av, two days before the day of destruction in Jewish tradition. Just before the fall of the stone temple - the old paradigm of petrified thought forms - a little spark flickers into consciousness, ready to skip, trip, flip on, mobile and merry, versatile as a tent in the desert. Rooted in love and the acceptance of self. On the road..

<3

Generation

I keep trying to be reborn
I'm torn
Love creeps in
where there was a kind of sin
This missing the mark
This shot in the dark is for you
And your beautiful face
I can't replace
The doors of men
Hold little light to draw me in
Shelter from cold
A hand to hold
I am afraid
The plans that I made have shattered
Like none of it mattered at all
Who is the fool?
When I realize the jewel
Is only a heart beat away
I open my eyes, the moon tries to stay
I play
A chord on the harp of my heart
I wait for an answer from deep in the dark
Of my unknown future
Scab and suture are healing
Slowly peeling
Some marks don't go away
Then they aren't marks at all, I say
No, they are the paper
They are the ground
And if I am a cosmic sound
Then you are my holy dove
My love
And everyone writes a song about you
So I will too
I hope you will know some day
These words are meant to waft your way
And come home singing to my tree
A little bee
Two, maybe three
I, maybe thee
Us, maybe We
Someday