Category: poetry

I am the Sun

There is love in every moment
You are a multiplicity of eyes
Each seeing its own truth
knowing not
that consciousness is a blend
thinking it to be a varietal
You see that
It’s a seven thing
The eight eyes of awareness
Watching
Sensing
always forever
Amen

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The Aquarian Storm

She lost her days
in zoom call haze
sunless purpose stir
why’s it gotta be so hard, yet
I know I’m the fighter in-it
drug to morning
love to rise
after enlightenment
it’s still the stuff
to stay alive
in this new Aquarian
storm
it’s quite an active way
so best remember play
sing to holidays
love and
dream and
fight
it’s night awake
for we’ve dreamed a sin
that we are evil
crude and wan
but no, we have the light
and some give eyes
to a fire inside
the ruthless few
the dark suns among
I must remember that
this fire must be fed
so out from wan to wandering
go
don’t stop until you’re
spirit only

The unadorned heart

The unadorned heart
illegal that it is
sits behind bars
with grace and joy
while
The adorning mind
dictator that it is
edits all the letters
the simple heart sends

WRONG! CRAZY!
COLOR IN THE LINES!
MORE OF THAT!
GARBAGE!
cries the mind to the smiling heart

a fool believes infinity
can be bound and sold
but oh the mind will not stop trying
to package love until the jailing mind
is old
and dies

and then the heart will pass through the bars
and disappear
because it was never chained
it was here because of eternal love
the insecure mind only deluded in its “ownership”
of the smiling, all-is-one,
unadorned heart

Columbianarchy

I’m willful
moaning, lonely
more
than just a body
in the store
But
Jerusalem was never more
the center pole has lost its core
A dragon spews unrighteous fire
A nation shocked
A weeping choir of angels
strumming aging lyres
The leaderless!
A fatuous land…
How can we go?!
I’ve seen the broken lanes of God inside by head!
I know the high must sigh and fall
The maiden on the bridge must drop
And yes, old dead Persephone
will rise
again

We see for thee

As the photographer
looks through his camera
at resplendent nature
we are the camera
and the photographer God
our eyes, our ears
our skin, our nose
these friends are the lens
transmitting shows
to a grateful God
or whatever you want
to call the thing,
the eye behind,
our being
watching what we see alone
our life a poem to the throne
a click, a shutter, a vision shown
the eyes of God
inside my earthly home

Change Delayed No More

We live in times
where reality is speeding up
and the people
are
still
stuck
in the muuuud
trying desperately to move! and change! with reality’s curves
but nothing moves
it can make you lose it
shaking, shocked with grief
hopeless yearning
When can
we overcome?
But here is my simple plan
The people filled with righteous fire
for justice!, equality!, liberty! all
Can bravely stand in comrades stead
And join and swing as a wrecking ball

God is not love anymore

God is not love anymore
God is justice
I was so compromised
by Christianity
Even at 40
Trying to appease the powers
Kissing rings
While black men die
God is not love
Anymore
God is justice
The apocalypse happened in 2012
Jesus came and went
This is what we got now
The angels and Freddie told me
on the mountaintop
Inside my eye
That God is not love
Anymore
God is justice
And salvation is won
Through risking your material values
For higher more abstract values
And I did
And I’m down from the mountaintop
And God is not love
Anymore
God is justice.

Down the mountain

And suddenly the storm is gone
the smoke is cleared
the fire is out
But was it ever there?
I doubt it

I conjured up a fiery storm
so that I wouldn’t have to face
the awful, beautiful truth
of love
and death
and peace from gods

and so I know how it will go
I’m down from mountaintops
and feel so slow
I’ll miss this mess called Earth
so much
after hating all the drama’s
crunch
for two long score
it’s all so much

With tablets in my hands
I walk into the fire
I will not see the promised land
that’s fine because I’m tired

If you’re really saved, you’d know it

I don’t think they’re really saved
like they say they are

so now the curtain has to fall
on old men walking towards the cliff
and pastors with two silver eyes
are wailing on the dispossessed

oh Jesus has it all been lost?
and do you yet remember when
those gnostic heathens, beaten down
believed they knew the truth that day

but emperors with their happy hells,
a crucifix, and murdered youth
they made the popes and slayed the truth

and if you’re really saved, you’d know it
but then you wouldn’t need to go
yes if you’re really saved, you’d know it
and then you wouldn’t need to go

yes I don’t think they’re really saved
like they say they are

I alone

alone
      in the bath
  smoke slips up in rivers
dabbed
I recline
        BOMBS
nearby
    so high
and yet
the piano in my headphones
           Mr. Glass
is nice
   why does she hurt like this?
      an ache
         so raw
            that she doesn’t even see it

so back
to the bath
I go
            a dream
called
I
alone

Automatic writing 7/26/2020

I have peace in the storm
Fire doesn’t burn me
I cannot be dissolved
I can turn invisible
I can destroy demons as defense
The powers that be do not frighten me
I am bigger than the Pentagon

Death is not real
I have peace in the storm
We have peace in the storm
The heavy sinks down
The light floats up
Jupiter is all gas and is light
That’s why he rules the sky
To ascend you must go down first