POEMS : 2020
2020-01-12
Running along the east river
Listening to bitches brew
It’s easier to get overwhelmed by the things you neglected to do (especially as the years go on) than it is to just simply begin again
At least that’s what the mind will have you believe.
But it really is simpler than all that.
All those books you were meant to write.
The callings you ignored.
Or rather buried yourself under blankets of fear til they quietly left in the night.
Forget them like last nights dream.
And start again.
Start with a sentence.
Start with a prayer.
Find your vision and purpose by moving into the now
Letting go of then
And becoming something entirely new in this moment.
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2020-01-30
Inhabiting
What is it?
To inhabit your work
To inhabit a song
A photograph
A painting
To inhabit a story
Or become a ghost in a museum on Park avenue
Art has a way of inhabiting the universe
Just as the universe has a way of inhabiting art
Be fearless floating through the floors of your life
Next door is a church that became a saloon
How many times was I a holy man turning into a scoundrel and back again?
Inhabiting every person in between.
I’m gonna bless and desecrate the space
Inhabit the gloves
Inhabit the ring
Inhabit the fight!
Cause everyday is a gift
And a curse.
Let’s make it a dance
And a fight.
Art is a fight
Finding a way to some form of surrender.
To bring forward something bigger than you
Or me.
To celebrate the warriors of the past
And use that celebration as inspiration to help us fight on.
You must inhabit the creative process entirely.
If you don’t obsess, somebody else will (and get better results!)
Be willing to do what others won’t. Live in the space of creation.
Inhabit and fight
Fight and inhabit.
That’s the dance of art
Art is a trance mission
And a transmission
I want to make Art that sees you
more than you see it.
The idea behind the show is to fill the space with the spirit of the city.
Make a certain kind of (rock n roll) record.
Record new songs.
Make all the album artwork
Perform it on the 12th and paint live
As video elements and dance also come together in the mix.
Like all that jazz
But without the death.
Inhabiting the ring
And coming out victorious.
Making sure everyone leaves with a smile
Inspired to inhabit their own dreams
More than they had before.
In this day in age people are more concerned with the process of creation than the creation itself
In this day in age
This odd awakening.
All of us are creators
And movie stars
Artists and shamans
The process is the work
The work is the process
Inhabit is all about inviting you into mine
So that you may better find a way into your own
Creation is a battle and celebration
Keep swinging !
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2020-02-08
Give yourself permission
To suck.
That’s the key.
You gotta go in
And be willing for it to be bad
Cause what’s bad?
Even the attempt
Is a lightning rod
Against the entitlement of death
Even the worst painting
Is heroic.
Even the worst song
Is sung in the alleys of freedom
By ghosts dancing
To dilapidated beats.
Permission to suck. Granted.
Now rock on
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2020-02-15
Faith is everything.
The deepest love.
The love for the universe.
Or God. Or hope.
The opposite of fear.
Walk in faith and if you can’t find it.
Walk towards it.
And keep swinging
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2020-02-17
I love the forms you take.
Your spirit is crucial. As you
Wake up from the side effect
Of a dream turned haywire.
Become the devil’s nemesis
And lift the chandelier of your gift up into the light
Until it betrays all darkness like a battle drum.
Don’t lose your originality
Or your freedom
Understand that it can be taken.
And that there are forces
Who will gun for it.
Gun for you as they cannot be like you.
Engaged from a divine spark
You’ve managed to protect somehow.
But victory is never final
(That’s the sign in my boxing gym)
‘Victory is never final’
And should it be?
I love the forms you take
The ecstatic explosion of your smile
The unhinged gleam in your eye.
That space where God talks to you direct
And gives you the next instruction.
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2020-03-23
‘Set Your Sights’ #333 (quarantine songs)
Come on everybody
Set your sights on love
We can give it to each other
And to the lord above
Come on everybody
Set your sights on peace
We can give it to each other
And give each other relief
Tell me if you’re focused on your fear
You can change it like a dream
Cause I know if I need you you’d be here
Shining on me like a beam.
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2020-03-26
The Only Lighthouse In Manhattan.
Living in NYC
You end up building relationships with odd pieces of the landscape.
This little red lighthouse beneath the George Washington bridge
Has a light that shines bright in my dreams.
It’s thirty miles
There and back if I take the scenic route
Safe social distance is never a problem
When you’re riding faster than ideas
And especially in the rain. (Like riding through a ghost town)
The first few miles
My mind urging me to turn around
Selling me on the idea to take it easy
But even the ability to still ride along the Hudson isn’t something I can take for granted.
Just breathing deeply has become cause for a celebration of gratitude.
It’s like flying and digging through the earth at the same time.
Who knew the celebration was movement.
And why all the resistance to find it’s expression?
I don’t always make it to the lighthouse.
Sometimes I just catch a glimpse of it and turn around.
That’s far enough I sell myself.
But today I knew I was gonna make it. It was non negotiable
Peddling into a prayer
A mantra for health
Be a light
So that you may
Be a light.
Little red light house
Home of my spirit.
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2020-03-30
Walked over it
On the way to get supplies.
Someone wrote it on the sidewalk with spray paint ‘Be Your Own Hero’
I took a picture of it.
Kept walking with a mantra for good health in my ear buds. (How ironic some might say)
Be your own hero
Is a mantra all of us could be incorporating right about now
The hero of your immunity
Mental and physical health
Self care becomes paramount in times of great challenge.
Becoming your own hero
It’s something you rise too. Or at least try too.
Raising your vibration becomes a matter of survival and really it always was it’s just in times like these it becomes more obvious.
People who have been through heavy traumas in the past are probably tapping into those old resources of strength and recovery and discovering they have in fact strengthened.
And maybe everything you have been through prepared you to be here now. To really
Be your own hero. Keep swinging!
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2020-04-01
Late night TV
Freedoms just another way of saying
Nothing left to lose
So is the lack of freedom
Nothing left to lose
So if you’re gonna sit there bleeding
Sippin on your booze
Acting like a little baby teething
What you cant refuse
One more lonely night
Trying to get it right
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2020-04-08
Supply run. Now that the kooks
Don’t seem so crazy
The state of reason
Broken and hazy
Forgetting the treason that’s
Bankrupt and lazy
Christ asking why
No one can obey me
Lately the kooks
Don’t seem so crazy
They got us locked up
Fear on the prowl
The way the hawk
Gets hunted by the owl
You got the TD
But the ref yelled foul
And the stadium
Blew up
In the
Power of now
The state of this place
Ladles of gravy
I wish time was a roadhouse
With Patrick and Swayze
Soup in the kitchen
Are your bones feeling achy
Now that the kooks
Don’t seem so crazy
Hallelujah my friend
You don’t have to obey me
Bring on the noise
If you can then you can pay me
I give what I got
Disruption is lazy
Now that the kooks
Don’t seem so crazy.
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2020-04-10
The Spirit Of Manhattan
I woke up at 530
Or slightly before
Been wanting to see the sunrise all week
But couldn’t manage to rouse myself
To run or bike along the east river
Til it was bouncing like a high noon basketball
Across the heavens.
This morning though something was different
The end of a seven day fast. It was
Friday for most
But for me.. Electric monday.
Those kind of new beginning days
That don’t come by so often
Unless you will them into being.
The quarantine getting to me
Getting to us
More than we want or maybe even are willing to admit
A mass collective trauma
Where by our spirits elevate
And the shadows that elude us into thinking
We aren’t one
Fade like a memory from a long time ago.
I got out of bed and poured some cold brew
With a healthy splash of MTC oil
Did some organizing while listening to motivational stuff on YouTube.
This is serious. What’s happening now.
No time to indulge in negativity
Or self pity. It’s a war.
A war against a virus
A new world order
Fragmented beings destroyed on the street
Your own mind attacking you from the inside.
Freedom holding on by a shoe string, if that.
And in a war
You can’t indulge. You don’t have the capital for negativity
Because if you allow it
It can pull you all the way down with it
Like an undertow
From which you may never emerge.
Those days are behind us now.
Those days where we could indulge in such ways.
By 6 I was running
And the sun lifting up out of the river
Had me gaze at it with a prayer
I could feel it’s rays heal me
And shatter what was left of despair
No one was out there. Or barely anyone
Except for a guy playing trumpet
Under the Williamsburg bridge
I had to stop and listen
Amazing Grace
How sweet it is
To save a wretch like me.
The spirit of Manhattan
Saying good morning.
Like never before.
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2020-04-11
As you believe
So it shall be done
Unto you
I read that in a magazine
An interview I think
With a starlet confused
About which shoe goes on which foot
She said
The problem is,
both mine are left.
Or maybe it was the Bible?
As you believe.
And you can shift that
You can guide belief
Like a boat with a sail
And an oncoming hurricane
Of fear from the media
But as you believe. Protect that
Shut your eyes
Shut it out.
The rest of the world
Give the analytical mind a ten minute break
Watch yourself breath
Watch what you believe.
I caught the sunrise today
Got to the river
Right as it was coming up
And I stopped running to stare at it
Looking through the center of it
I could see the avenues of belief
Rip around it.
It turned a multitude of colors all at once
And then rode down my eyeballs
Like roller coaster from another dimension.
I asked it to heal me
And felt the energy of all creation
Fill me up
And then started my timer up again and kept running.
As you believe.
So it shall be done unto you.
I guess that means we need to protect our beliefs
Or vet the sources from which they come.
Shut off the news.
Turn on the sun.
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2020-04-12
What’s your purpose?
Do you have one?
Are you looking?
What are the ingredients ?
What are you cooking?
Don’t let fear give your power to the external world.
No matter what the clowns say.
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2020-04-13
Ho’oponopono Sky
Thoughts on Easter. Forgiveness.
Ho’oponopono. Through Slices In The Sky
He came back
Showing his wounds
They were terrified.
Of course they were.
They turned their backs on him
When he needed them most.
Had it been a film by Quentin Tarantino
It would have been a hippy with a machete
And heads would roll
But that’s not what happened.
Through the power of God
He was Alive again
We expect order to be restored through violence
That’s how it usually goes.
The myths are full of retribution and blood.
But this isn’t a myth.
This is a cross
That only one man could rise through
Only a man
That isn’t just a man
Instead of answering with violence
He breaks the world open
With love and mercy.
Forgiveness more powerful than a sword
Swooping through the cosmos
Spelling out hope
Through slices in the sky.
He just says Peace ✌️ And with that
Hope for eternity.
Or an eternity of hope.
Happy Easter.
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2020-04-13 (2)
Here’s some poetic Notes I took on a sermon in the rain..... Which card did you pick?
9 fruits of the Holy Spirit
Hit me!
Each one a car
On eternity’s train
Love joy peace
You can’t go bust!
Tickets please
The conductor screams
Patience kindness generosity
Open your window
Air is a must
Did you pay for first class or are you sneaking a seat?
Faithfulness gentleness self control
When these slip away what can you trust?
Don’t bother you none
You got wings on your feet!
Holy Spirit connects
Father and son
The chain of love it can’t be broke.. Shared breath
Is the Holy Spirit
Light coming in
Breathing in deep no way you can choke.
You can’t see the Holy Spirit
But you can see it’s effects.
Joy spilling daisies
Rainbows and aces.
The flag of the Holy Spirit is joy
See those that annoy you
As an Occasion for love... Take the frown from their faces.
The spirit is the gift
From father to son
What makes you generous
There in lies the path
Give what you got
Leave the dirt in the bath.
Order everything to love
Come Holy Spirit
It’s as simple as an invitation
What awakens deep love in you?
Come Holy Spirit
Come wandering through. Good morning!
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2020-04-14
The Streets Beginning To Growl
You could become a lion
But only by being devoured
Some days you get twisted
You let the jungle wrap poison branches
In a brain packed with thorns
Is your God Zeus?
Jupiter?
Strangely other?
Closer to you than you are to yourself?
Some days come along just to show you how to give yourself a break
And if you fail you wake up and try again
You could become a lion
But only by being devoured.
I am who I am
Being devoured by rain and wind
To become atmosphere and dream
My tire exploded on the trail
Things have to give way
I rode towards the lighthouse with too many plans
And so was too heavy for the tires
Spinning lion eyes
Becoming radicalized by the anguish of hunger
God became human so humans could become God
The lion gripping you now
Both his wills grinding like teeth
Through the ecstasy of flesh
Let it fall away
Like the freedom you can’t tread on
I tried changing the tire
But all I had was a stick
And the rain was pouring blood in the stomach of a cat
I am a lion now
Walking home
The bike broken on the trail
The lighthouse lit up in my honor
The bridge too shaking in the rain.
The opiates of the masses wearing off
Entering the age of the lion
Listen deeply
The streets beginning to growl.
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2020-04-15
The Devil Stole My Training Wheels
They say effort is the price of life
Or the price of life
Is effort
Don’t even know who they are
But it’s something they say
I’ve peddled all over hell and back
With the devil holding my training wheels hostage
Not everyone can be a support system
When you pitch your tent in a leper colony
You’ll be lucky to find someone who can look you in the eyes.
In this place you learn
To access the voice within
The one that has ho’oponopono on repeat
This place is a bonfire
With forgiveness for timber
And it takes effort
To guide your thoughts away from the painful realities of the animal kind
Support comes from within
Or it doesn’t come at all
You have to coax it from your days
Like you would a snake from a basket in Egypt
The price of your day is effort
Give it your best shot
We all wrestle with belief.
Some days getting out of bed is the only victory you need or get.
Our doubts betray us
Shakespeare said that
Or someone that looked good in a wig.
Doubt ...
And do it anyway
Concentrate on your goal
And take action.
The devil stole your training wheels?
Or did you bury them on the trail
Wearing a red costume and holding a plastic pitchfork
Saying trick or treat
To the sun coming up over the Hudson?
Persistence ain’t nothing but faith in action and
These days no one cares
If you can’t get no
Satisfaction.
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2020-04-15 (2)
I Wish I Could Tell You The Story Of The Sky
I wish I could tell you the story of the sky
Simple and real
A bird flying by
The moon tomahawk
The sun Baton Rouge
Blue as temptation
Your will Cant refuse
I wish I could tell you the story of the sky
All of our worlds
Yet to spill in one eye
Divinities soldier
A bum walking by
Mutters to himself
His dreams alibi
We all whistle
We all have a song
A story for no one
Where we only belong
A chance revolution
We’ll get sucked back up there
Our spirits tornado
Into winds we can’t share.
I wish I could tell you the story of the sky
To show you how red
Resonates in my eye
Purple and pink
The sun going down
The darkness crescendos
Into dreams we have found
But here comes the sun
To begin us again
For the story we can’t share
Has no beginning
Or end.
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2020-04-15 (3)
From The Wind Of A Prayer
It takes desire
And not just any desire
A desire so hot
It burns up the sun.
But I don’t have that kind of desire
You say
Some days I have a hard time getting out of bed.
It takes faith
And not just any kind of faith
You have have to know it’s there
Before you can see it.
And not just know it
But feel it.
I don’t have that kind of faith you say
Some nights
Hopelessness grips me within inches of my sanity you say.
It takes action
Massive action
Unwavering towards your objective
With an assuredness that could humble Gods
How can I take action like that without equal measures of faith and desire?
You ask
One feeds the other and then the other feeds the other
Only a mustard seed of faith can move a mountain
Why is that?
Because your desire can start small
Leading into a mustard seed of faith
Which prompts you to take
A tiny bit of action
Feeding your desire
Like a Wheels
The car of your dreams goes rolling on
Leading to more faith
Into great action
Desire blooming like a sun coming up over the horizon
Let the cycle uptick itself at every turn
Til your dreams blow up like a balloon the gods can see from the heavens
The mustard seed of faith
Moving a mountain
Back through infinities clouds
The thieves in the village all bowing down
Your dream like King Kong
Climbing a skyscraper
That rose from the wind of prayer.
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2020-04-16
Catching The Sunrise
Catching the sunrise
Like fishing for inspiration
Living in isolation
Loves creation
The sun
Exposing itself
To another day
Like the voice of imagination
The gift of immortality
The immortal gift
Like a stolen diamond
On the souls attempt to grift
The strange power of light
From the Gods
Of second sight
Catching the sunlight
But not in a bottle
In your heart
An engine you throttle
Feeding your eyes
Like a baby with a bottle
Creating games
In quarantine
Are you over qualified
For your dreams?
Could ride stillness
Like a stallion
No one could conquer
The new day breaking over the horizon
The people moving now
Back over the bridge
The water splashing
Against the ridge
Last nights dreams
Come to visit
Knocking the doors sideways
But you’ve conquered those fears
You escaped the banishment
Of your mind
As you mold yourself like clay
Against a light
That’s divine
Catching the sunrise
It can’t be caught
It shifts to quickly
From seeker
To sought.
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2020-04-16 (2)
I’ll figure it out
Yes you will
Take that mood
Ride it like a skateboard on the moon
I’ll figure it out
King Kong broke your skateboard
I’ll figure it out
You say you don’t hear the voice of God?
Well think about it
Figure it out
Imaginal acts
Could be his voice
Saying “boo!”
I’ll figure it out
What did you want to manifest?
I’ll figure it out
Evolve the self image
You can reprogram your mother fucking subconscious mind!
With imagination
Or the voice of God
You can bend his voice
Into healing symphonies
Imagine the wish fulfilled
Your subconscious has you on puppet strings
Figure it out
Your beliefs form your identity
You can change all that
You can evolve
How wild is that?!
Say it to yourself
One thousand times a day
I’ll figure it out
I’ll figure it out
I’ll figure it out
I’ll figure it out
Abracadabra
Means
I will create as I speak
The power of words
And mind
The two gifts only humans get
Which can make us immortal
Figure it out
It’s magic
Abracadabra
Pull yourself out of a hat
Figure it out
Ok
I will.
I’ll figure it out.
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2020-04-17
From The Wind Of A Prayer (for Will)
From The Wind Of A Prayer
It takes desire
And not just any desire
A desire so hot
It burns up the sun.
But I don’t have that kind of desire
You say
Some days I have a hard time getting out of bed.
It takes faith
And not just any kind of faith
You have have to know it’s there
Before you can see it.
And not just know it
But feel it.
I don’t have that kind of faith you say
Some nights
Hopelessness grips me within inches of my sanity you say.
It takes action
Massive action
Unwavering towards your objective
With an assuredness that could humble Gods
How can I take action like that without equal measures of faith and desire?
You ask
One feeds the other and then the other feeds the other
Only a mustard seed of faith can move a mountain
Why is that?
Because your desire can start small
Leading into a mustard seed of faith
Which prompts you to take
A tiny bit of action
Feeding your desire
Like a Wheel
The car of your dreams goes rolling on
Leading to more faith
Into great action
Desire blooming like a sun coming up over the horizon
Let the cycle uptick itself at every turn
Til your dreams blow up like a balloon the gods can see from the heavens
The mustard seed of faith
Moving a mountain
Back through infinities clouds
The thieves in the village all bowing down
Your dream like King Kong
Climbing a skyscraper
That rose from the wind of prayer.
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2020-04-18
The Bird At My Window
The Bird At My Window
Fill your mind
With inspiration
Upon waking up
Watch as the train
Runs from your head
To your heart
Action bursting forth
Who’s in charge of this new world
And what are the rules here?
It’s all unclear
Don’t go outside
Unless you must
You never should
But for exercise
And supplies
Except that
Bury yourself in feathers
And go flying towards your third eye sun
Or son
Mental chemistry
Controlled chaos
Whose in control here?
Are we part of a social experiment?
Always and forever
Don’t listen to fear
What you create comes back to you
The rules are unclear though
Or are they crystal?
People hidden in masks
Throw their eyes like darts
At the suspicion in the air
Demarcations separate us by six feet
In grocery store lines
What’s your inner voice saying?
Can you hear it anymore?
This bird visits me
Everyday by my window
In the mornings and the afternoons
I give him bread and he flies away
He sings to me songs
About self control
And lightning
He tells me to visit the lighthouse
Of enthusiasm
And says
It could be worse
You could be a bird
Singing for crumbs
Learn to let go he says
Detach yourself from outcome
And lean into desire
I’m the evolution of the divine
Unfolding within you
And without
Now give me a piece of bread and express yourself
In the flow
Of your souls true desire
The rules here are unclear
People adapt to the new world at an alarming rate
As if it always had been this way
Down the avenue of control
I wander chaotically
And activate guardian angels
To bash at the shame spirals
Signaling fear to come dance
Where’s your mask?
It’s mandatory now
When will my friend visit?
The bird by my window
How long has it been since you’ve been touched ?
He chirps
I throw him a piece
He dances around it
Snags it and flies off
The new rules are unclear
Don’t go outside
Unless you have too
But do you have to?
Move in the direction of your vision
Block the distractions
From the negative programming
Of your subconscious mind
Operate from trust and love
Like the bird by the window
Who doesn’t know
There’s a new world
With new rules.
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2020-04-18 (2)
Dancing Pencils
And the last pencil sharpener on earth.
Just spent the morning
flipping my place
looking for this here pencil sharpener (which I have been looking for for weeks. ) prayed to Saint Anthony. (It always works...but you have to be in the mood)
back when art stores were open (are they open?) I’d buy five pencil sharpeners every time I went.
I have 45 pencil sharpeners. (That is a lowball estimate)
But there is nothing the vortex likes so much as pencil sharpeners.
So they disappear.
Vermin and angels steal them when you sleep. There are pencil sharpener thieves
that will leave diamonds alone while stealing every pencil sharpener they can find.
There are communities out there (don’t ask where...just Out There!)
That trades in nothing but pencil sharpeners
They wear hats that resemble sharp pencils
And draw lines on the sky
When they walk through their neighborhoods
On the way to the paper store.
Anyway
After digging through everything I own
(Before morning coffee)
There she was covered in charcoal dust
Silver and with two sides
She winked at me
She said “Relax
You see all those dulled pencils you got?
Well me and them have a date with destiny
Those pencils gonna dance boy!”
She actually said that
She said I’d have dancing pencils.
Anyway
Time for coffee
And a clean up.
Meanwhile I’m putting this baby on a chain
And gonna wear it like it’s a gemstone from the Gods.
It just may be the last pencil sharpener on earth.
Good morning!
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2020-04-18 (3)
Joe Versus The Volcano
Nothing should limit you
If it does
It’s trash
Dump it
Leave it
Ravage it
Betray it
Nothing should limit you
I mean nothing should limit your dreams
Or potential.
A man got to know his limitations
A woman too.
I’m not talking about fidelity
I’m talking about dreams
If it empowers you
Accept it
If it disempowers you
Throw it into an active volcano
Like the natives did Joe when he was Tom Hanks
To reach a higher level of being,
Assume a higher concept of yourself
Like
Mike Tyson or
Rick Ross
Talking about stacks of cash whilst smoking refer
Now a message from our sponsor .. Don’t forget about your skeleton
I was running in the rain
Passed a one legged man (true story)
There but for the grace of God
Go I mumbling
The serenity prayer (God, grant me the serenity... )
You can’t help anyone til you get yourself straight
Are you dealing with yourself?
Are you surrounded by the natives in your mind
Looking to throw you into a volcano?
Is your name Joe?
Mine is.
I come from afar
Much farther than one might imagine
The sky said opening orange lightning
Thunder and stolen lines
Pale shadows flooding the sky
Walking like birds fly on pale air or
Pale fire. There go the pale rider.
New bikes are ready to take me away
I’m breaking away.
When I finally talk to Mike
I’m gonna ask him what his plan is
(And then punch him in the face? You crazy?!) But only if I’m already in the volcano
With the drums chanting high across the plains drifting
If it limits you
Throw it out.
Be ruthless
And open hearted.
Love works like that
The lava of your dreams should be ready to scorch the earth before you leave this place.
I’m not smoking weed again until I’m interviewed by Mike
Tom might be a clone.
My new name
Is Baton Rouge.
My skeleton is knocking on the door (again)
I’m not answering til
I wim hoff the demons out my chest.
Let’s end this with a stolen line.
This one comes from Bright Lights, Big City “Lucky is not a word you would have chosen, except maybe out of a hat”
The time has come for your to decide
Are you the cause
Or the effect of where you are at?
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2020-04-19
The Red Lighthouse
This red lighthouse
Became my destination
The hallmark
For my flow
For dreams to come easy
For sleep to land hard
32 miles of riding there and back
It lit up for me
Though it’s been dead for years
When you have no purpose
You have to create one
Sometimes a destination is enough
Especially if it’s far enough a way
To be a challenge
Only a pad lock
Keeps us out
But if I have to bug out
And if you promise to just keep this between you and me
I plan to make it here
My bike rides are training sessions
My times are getting better and better
The bike is becoming an extension of me now
It’s like we are best friends.
I’ve already stored tools up here to break the lock
Ok I might as well tell you
Since I know you won’t tell anyone else
I’ve already broken the lock and filled this thing up with jugs of water and cans of beans
This is my bug out station
I mean if things get even more bizarre.
Like if they come with mandatory vaccines
And microchips
I’m bugging out to the lighthouse
I got it rigged so it still looks empty and rusted
From the outside
But inside
I put carpet in and a disco ball
A bean bag chair and a cat
And from their I’ll send a signal
To the resistance
One day this little red lighthouse will light up again
For the rebels of freedom
Beep beep beep beep beep (It’s Morse code y’all)
This is red lighthouse
Over
Beep beep beep beep
Red light house
Calling blue wheelbarrow
Over
Beep beep beep beep
Red lighthouse
Is anyone out there?
Beep beep beep beep beep
Red lighthouse
Location
George Washington bridge
First American president
Blue wheel barrow are you out there?
Is anybody left ?
Red lighthouse
Over.
---
2020-04-20
You’re More Powerful Than You Know
You’re more powerful than you know
And the time to be brave may soon be upon us
Powerful how?
You ask
I don’t have much influence or money
My friends are few
And the real ones fewer still
I don’t eat with celebrities
Or have news anchors or politicians on speed dial
None of that matters
You’re more powerful than you know
You’ve been programmed to believe
You’re small and your voice doesn’t matter
But it does
More than money
More than followers
More then celebrities or dinners with news anchor ghosts
The power is your word
Is your voice
And the will to stand up against
Social shame (if need be)
And say the things others would be terrified to say but are thinking it anyway
You’re more powerful than you know
Even in silence
If you can free yourself from the endless web of distractions
Tailor made to lull you into the slumber of the damned
If you can focus your mind
On a burning desire to liberate others from the slumber
You can be the wick on a keg of tnt
That is the will of humanity
To know your divine center
That you aren’t owned by anyone or anything
That you have autonomy and purpose
That you can inspire that in others
Like dominos falling of souls lighting up (like some kind of cosmic
Christmas tree)
You’re more powerful than you know
If you lift your tongue from that point of focus
A word can be more powerful than an army
Power versus Force
The weight of the truth behind what you say
Could knock down buildings behind enemy lines
You’re more powerful than you know
Your birthright transcends all the flimsy distractions
Born in the image of the creator
With a purpose
None of us
Came here without one.
None. Of. Us.
Each of us a threat
To the order of things
The grips of control
On the convict who sings
A threat
To the terrified
Queens and Kings.
You’re more powerful than you know.
Just be willing to let it all go
Ask yourself
What life is worth without freedom and take it from there
Speak in your power
Not from despair
Think of all that surrounds you tempting you to forget
And ask yourself
Why that is?
You’re more powerful than you know
That’s not an empty line.
It’s the truth.
---
2020-04-21
Nothing Here Is Fixed
Nothing Here Is Fixed
Everyday learning. Everyday pushing. Everyday taking chances. Everyday an absolute blessing and gift.
Everyday a new beginning (to shift)
Beginners mind.
Careful the stones aren’t glued
Nothing here is fixed
It all may come tumbling down
That’s humanity for you
Stones balancing on a shore locked in by nothing but chance
Who are these nefarious influences astonished by the plague of control. And circumstance?
Who are these beasts threatened by the divine power of humanity?
The elite? Please. There is no elite.
There is one imagination
One being
And we are it.
Each of us divinely belonging here. Now.
A part of the I am consciousness
The formless being (saying wow)
Stones balancing like stars across the cosmos
Water touching toes freezing on the beach to wake us
where we stand. And what do we stand for ?
What if people were taught of their power
Or how to build immunity
What if high fructose corn syrup was outlawed
Instead of close proximity
What if CNN talked about wim Hoff deeply breathing life into freezing cold tundras of being
Building immunity to super human proportions
As of yet unseen
Instead of fear porn and death leaving people terrified and covered with suspicious eyes
Out of breath.
Hovering about madness.
The great what ifs.
All the fucking sadness.
What if instead of terror
People received mega doses of vitamin C
Vitamin D
Iodine
Selenium
All of it for free?
Taught to fast
24/7 news cycles about the benefits of autophagy
Instead of the fear porn cacophony.
What if they were taught of their divine nature and supernatural uncontrollable power to shift worlds
Both theirs and ours.
What if the madness turned to sanity.
And there were no fucking stars.
High fructose corn syrup tyranny
Inflammation obesity
Late night talk show hosts promoting whiskey with Matthew Mcconaughey
From their perch of moral superiority
Telling us to stay inside and do as we’re told
Living in mansions
For which
their souls have been sold.
everyday learning. Everyday pushing. Everyday taking chances. Everyday an absolute blessing and gift.
Everyday a new beginning (to shift)
---
2020-04-21 (2)
Let Them Eat Snake
(Listen. Relax. It’s a poem.
If you ain’t at least questioning things at this point.... well... ya got me.
Also I’m not saying there isn’t a serious virus with serious consequences of which serious precautions should be taken,
but I am expressing that the turn this thing is taking against basic civil liberties is beyond frightening at this point.
With that said enjoy my version of dr apocalypse Seuss)
Has your home turned into a cell?
Did they force you to stay?
Are you feeling unwell?
Are they forcing you to go?
Somewhere near hell?
Has your home turned into a cell?
How’s it feel
Being told to be a rat
How’s it feel to not know where you’re at?
When you could leave
Your home was just a home
But the walls start to change
When they say you shouldn’t rome
Windows growing bars
Ceilings forming claws
Who knew showing us your face
Would break so many laws?
Your mind is on the fence
And that is by design
Your choices have been taken
Unless you pay a fine
Take to your submission
Don’t think or figure it out
Have you slipped with the demons
On a fucked up walkabout ?
Your eyes are two cuts
You don’t think contagion floats in there?
Maybe wear googles
Or a helmet everywhere?
How about a face mask for going under water?
Let’s just live in plastic bags
Like lambs after the slaughter
So many unemployed now
Lives of riches gone to rags.
Liberty is suffocating
Beneath the body bags
How many suicides?
How much addiction?
What about all those deaths? (For them)
Where’s your conviction?
Liquor stores stay open
I guess that’s an essential?
Serve the poison to the people
Before they all go mental!
But for the people of faith
Churches are all closed
And they’re called fucking fools
Who want that discrepancy exposed
The late night shows
Make fun of the protest
Saying that they’re idiots
For speaking of their unrest.
They say
You are
Ignoring science!!! But where is the science
In arbitrary rules?
Six feet apart?
The media drools
No it’s 13 !
No it’s more still !
How far do we take this
Before
The guidelines kill?
Losing their faith and
Independent free will.
---
2020-04-23
A Cabin In The Woods
I escaped to a cabin in the woods
Mental emotional health escape. Grateful
To be able to make it here.
I plan to wim hoff in the cold river
And sing by a campfire.
Do some live-streams with some birds and bears
Go fishing in the river.
Social distance beyond the stares.
I may never return.
Cause
I’m right with God here.
I escaped to a cabin in the woods
Bought a BB gun
In case they come with hoods
The quarantine
Made me a man of many moods
So I escaped
To a cabin in the woods
Maybe I’ll write
The great American novel
Like Hemingway
But not as far to travel
You gotta get away
If you start to unravel
Our minds are made of clay
And shot up from every battle
I had to get away
To a cabin in the woods
Enjoy the light of day
In the night of solitudes
When there’s no where left to stay
The river breaths in fugues
Beethoven starts to dance
Like Prince in purple grooves
I had to get away
To a cabin in the woods
I hope I see a ghost
For some horror story feuds
Straw dawgs
And lamb chops
Out here in the darkness
No lovers, crooks or cops.
Only me and trees
As all the action stops.
---
2020-04-27
Remember When Rebellion Was Only Twist And Shout?
We gotta hang on
We gotta stay strong
This whole thing
It wears you down
Gaslit nation
Upside down circus
Now whose the clown?
This whole thing
Seems designed
To wear you down
Gas lit world
Spinning on a goof
Covered in masks
Never mind any proof
Zombies of dread
Sacrificed zeal
Nothing is false
Nothing is real
But you gotta hang on
In spite of the deal
Go boxing in the park
The shadows reveal
Rounds on the clock
Knock outs ya feel
Ya gotta hang on
When nothing is real
Counting the rounds
Clean up your place
Fuck the depression
Fuck saving face
You gotta hang on
Or ya bug the fuck out
Remember when rebellion
Was just twist and shout?
Ya gotta hang on
If not you for them
Give it to the others
A moment of zen
Ya gotta hang on
Show us you can
We will get to the other side
And touch once again.
Ya gotta hang on
It’s monday again
Keep swinging at the fence
And beyond every sin
Turning to Jesus
Prayer is your friend
Ya gotta hang on
And know this will end.
---
2020-04-27 (2)
Silence is consent
Speak your mind and don’t repent
Your voice is power
Ever more
Be a lion
Start to roar
If you’re a sheep
You’re led to slaughter
For the elite
You become fodder
If this feels wrong
Then let us know
The way for others
You could show
Speak your mind
And don’t repent
Silence is taken
As consent
Speak your truth
Tho it be bent
Through the roof
Your voice is sent
God within
God without
Internal guidance
Release all doubt
That’s your power
From your breath
From your gut
Betraying death
Speak your mind
Don’t repent
Remember silence
Is consent.
---
2020-04-28
Be brave
Be bold
Don’t do
What you been told
Build up
Immunity
Sun light
Vitamin c
Iodine
Selenium
Fear ain’t real
Forever young
Courageous zeal
You over come
Breath deep
In the sun
A mask
A symbol for
Your mouth shut
No free speech
Ignore your gut
Don’t you ever
Believe in that
Open up
The land is fat
Be brave
Be bold
Don’t do
What you been told
So many liars
On the hill
Where’s the heroes
They can’t kill
Fears only
In your head
But there’s a danger
What they said
Weaponized
Lunacy
Media
Kills the free
Programs the rest
To chant and bleed
Lies and lockouts
Trash and greed
Never silence
Your holy voice
Speak and speak
Til there’s no choice
You’re eternal
But life is short
Why not gamble
It’s all a sport
But God is real
Internal voice
He paints your dreams
The brush your choice
Imagination
Is yours alone
Protect that space
Your spirits home
Be brave
Be bold
Don’t do
What you been told
The symbols planted
Anti life
Take off the mask
And flick your knife
Dance to MJ
Dance to prince
Smoke weed to zeppelin
Wash and rinse
Don’t eat sugar
Kick the booze
No more smoking
Careful cooz
Be a hero
Speak your mind
I’d love to hear
What you find
Be a hero
Speak your truth
Fuck the silence
They got no proof
Be a hero
Raise the roof
Fuck your silence
Speak your truth.
Be brave
Be bold
Don’t do
What you been told
This ain’t footloose
You can dance
Like Madonna
In underpants.
---
2020-04-28 (2)
Silence is consent
Speak your mind and don’t repent
Your voice is power
Ever more
Be a lion
Start to roar
If you’re a sheep
You’re led to slaughter
For the elite
You become fodder
If this feels wrong
Then let us know
The way for others
You could show
Speak your mind
And don’t repent
Silence is taken
As consent
Speak your truth
Tho it be bent
Through the roof
Your voice is sent
God within
God without
Internal guidance
Release all doubt
That’s your power
From your breath
That’s your power
From your breath
From your gut
Betraying death
Speak your mind
Don’t repent
Remember silence
Is consent.
---
2020-04-29
Become your own hero
You can't say being a human isn't tragic
Look at your trajectory for instance.
It will involve sickness and death
And you can't say these times aren't boiling in chaos
As we become tribes attacking each other
The disenfranchised
The super rich
The radical left
The alternative right
Women
Men
Races
Bleeding out on each other through pockets of agony and justifiable rage
Our voices being muted
Our freedoms surrendered
Fear cascading like a symphony from an evil genius
Playing the media like an orchestra of outrage
Where the music becomes a song about surrendering yourself
Pick a tribe and surrender your life to it
That's the mantra beneath it all
The low om of the silence of cowards
And here comes the guillotine for the crazy ones fool enough to stick their necks out.
As America chaotically spins towards civil war (or are we already in one?)
Be your own hero
Don't join a tribe
Show us how you live and live a disciplined life
The antithesis of our modern rerun of older insanity
Is for the individual to rise up and own their sovereignty
And don't wait for the person next to you to do it first or give you permission.
Claim your own permission
Be your own hero
You might just save the world.
---
2020-04-29 (2)
Unless You’re A Saint Or A Superhero
It's a snake pit of contradictions
They call it cognitive dissonance
And this thing...is all about that.
Two monster hands
Tearing your brain in two
Like apples for the devil
Two spheres he puts over his eyes
And sees into three dimensions. (Whispering into the patches)
This thing? It's only about doubt. (Covert emotional violence)
When you weigh what you lost
Against what you might be right about. (Or wrong)
You drift back into silence.
When going back means possibly the destruction of you (you almost died)
Don't be dramatic
And when not going back is definitely the destruction of them. (But only in your mind)
Or is everyone a fanatic?
2
And all the spiritual advice can and always will be...
"Let go of the story
Forgive and move on. "
(That's of course what we'd all like to do)
For empath, former scapegoate, people pleasing HSP's
The only danger of forgiveness is when it comes with a side of forgetting. (In this case it really must be unless you're a Saint or a superhero)
We are the stories we tell ourselves about
And the stories others tell
(About us which we pick up in the ether)
We form identities in funhouse mirrors of illusions (The psycho clown was my teacher)
With abuse that shatters spots
(What rapper should I get for a feature?) With baseballs , golf balls and bowling balls
"Oh Balls!"
Screamed the creature.
---
2020-05-04
Let’s not be divided.
Divided we will fall
Our passions stir up rage and
Take our eye
Off this blue ball.
Let’s not be divided
By what may be the truth
The truth is ever shifting
And never mind the proof.
Let’s not be divided
By anger and by crime
Or try and identify
With the thoughts
Up in our mind.
Let’s not be divided
And let them take us down
Is anybody seeing
That tyranny’s in town ?
And she don’t want a prisoner
And she don’t wear a cape
When she holds you in her hand
There is never an escape
Let’s not be divided
In this spider web
No matter what they told you
No matter what you said.
Let’s not be divided
The world is just a mirror
Together in a cloud of love
Shattered from the fear.
Let’s not be divided
For there is no way back home
If you think that freedom
Is something you can ever loan.
Let’s not be divided
United here we stand
The power in your voice
Every word at your command.
Let’s not be divided
Divided we will fall
Pray for everybody
That everyone will hear the call.
---
2020-05-12
Don’t give up
The emergency never ends
It only becomes normal
But don’t give up
The architecture of oppression
Is being built around our spirits
And our souls
But don’t give up
The oxygen getting thinner
And all I can think about is escape from these controls.
Not from the planet but from big cities
And trolls
Turns out everything is on your permanent record
The data filled with holes.
(Facebook sent that sentence to heaven and God had a chuckle)
But don’t give up
Now is the time for faith. (Faith on fleek says the joker with a heckle)
Handing you a cup.
For more courage
For digging deeper against the elements of control and oppression
Targeting your soul like it’s some kind of magic weapon
Time for introspection
Why trust people with a lot of power?
Ask yourself
Have you met people ? (Ones that would lead you to a shower?)
The government should fear the people not the other way around
Who lit up this burning tower ?
Who gave the power to a clown?
Don’t give up
All this does is point to faith
Which is your power
Government isn’t the solution it’s the problem
Every hour
All the genocides in the 20th century
Were caused by big government but
Do be alarmed
Just don’t give up.
How you react is your choice
That puts the power in your cup
Now smile on the grass
And drink it all back up
That’s the only thing that
Can’t be taken from you
The way you react and how you fill yourself back up.
Do some yoga on the lawn #breathdeep and
Don’t give up.
---
2020-05-13
This One Goes Out To The One I Love.
I'm awake
And I want to be awake
And that's the problem
Cold brew coffee
And last nights popcorn
You were charming
Even though you compared me to Stevie Ray
Who was always my hero anyway
But so are you so I listen to the words
In the silent space between the letters
Of the things we don't say ( who's to say?) How many assumptions does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
How many fashion designers like (can't live without) fingerless gloves?
Why do all the new songs put glue on their beats
And stick them in between walls
Muffled thump
I loved the bass in your claws
Ruffled chump
Your eyes are like flowers blooming and dying
In mine when they're crying
I've been shattered across the night sky
Like a cosmos waiting for your satellites
Still waiting between astronauts floating and asking questions pretending no one can hear them in space.
---
2020-05-17
White Flowers Of life and death
We are asking ourselves to come home
To blend
To forget
To grow
To die
Everyday
Another battle to wake up
Into an infinite plunge
Back into a depth
Always treading
Growing like flowers
Dying like them too
Translucent and see through
Asking to believe so much
Taking in facts from
Everywhere but nature
Pretty much
The sky should be our guide
Our heart should be the voice we listen
To in the night
Whispering instructions on how to make it through
That fine balance
Where your dreams talk to you
White flowers of life and death
Every spirit crossing over
Meets you there.
The ocean of your imagination
Purifying you in its depths
Like taking a plunge in the voice of God
And finding an island
On which you can rest.
---
2020-05-19
Flowers Of Paradise
From 86 to sweet 16
The fountain of youth
Is rooted in your goals
If your 86
But charged up to write
The great American novel
You’ll become 36
And then 26
And once you put a period on the final sentence
You’ll be 16
Driving for the first time
Down the highway of your dreams
Abandoned cars
From past life scenes
Epic rants about coming clean
On old billboards
No ones seen
Life resumes
And you’re a king
From 86
To sweet 16.
Being young is all about a dream
The body is only
It’s machine
Set your mind
To a distant scene
And youth will find you
Happening.
Flowers of paradise Lifting the dream.
---
2020-06-01
Union Square last night in NYC. More than ever
We need to come together
To move in the spirit of love and unity
To see our true nature as one being
Pulling through life together
Beyond the hateful energies trying to divide
More than ever
One love
More than ever
A brotherhood of man
More than ever breath deeply
And move slow
Focus your mind on peace and breath it into the world.
More than ever
We come together
We see our true nature. We are one.
One mind
One love
One blood
More than ever
One kind
Mankind.
One love
One heartbeat together.
More than ever.
---
2020-06-11
Share more is the logic of life.
Defenseless thru ignorance
Born into this
Why show off for the vampires ?
Loose notes of things I want to write. Things I forgot.
Share more is the logic of life. The guru speaks.
Ehud called
Write me a song about
Empty nyc streets
Everything different
All of the sudden it was a ghost town
New reality
Share more is the logic of life
Why show off for the vampires?
Empty street after empty street
Everything empty
Until it opened back up
I remember waking up to a jackhammer for the first time in months.
That racket was like a poem
It said
Share more is the logic of life
And
Why show off for the vampires?
---
2020-06-14
We are equals
Of course we are
How could it be any other way
All broken off
By a piece of Gods light
Playing into the game
Of separation
Wandering some days
And some days charging
Towards the eternal truth
That we are one.
One being floating
In a broken motion
Towards home.
We are equals
Of course we are
How it could be any other way?
---
2020-06-20
Kick back with the Blue Cat and watch the show
Behind the wall
Of electric confinement
Liberated on the clouds
Have you been affected
Of course we have.
Let freedom be the benchmark
Under and over
All of our lives.
---
2020-06-23
What could be a greater love
Than the workings of God thru your own human imagination?
Rejoice in the wonder of who you were
And of who you are becoming
God growing himself through you
Like stripes around a zebra
Like the sun through a mess of clouds
What could be a greater love
Than the whisper or suggestion of a phrase
You never heard before
But is suddenly your own
Something that could define your heart
Or your time here on this version of reality
Everyday of every life
Is a celebration of love and all it’s violent permutations.
The shapes running by
The clown house structure of your dreams
Which salute your waking life into order
The universe is a loose screw perfection
Your heart is a twist of snakes swarming butterflies
The bridge home is just over the clouds
The stairway before you
Isn’t going nowhere.
What could be a greater love?
---
2020-06-24
Everyday slay the dragon
Everyday face the blank page
Acknowledge the resistance
The internal voice persuading procrastination
We all fight it.
Well....we all face it.
Some of us fight it.
Never take off those gloves
The hard part isn’t doing.
The hard part is starting.
No one has this on lock.
Some just make it seem like they do.
Every morning is a battle
To lift your voice out of the gutter
To get the pen to scratch up some paper
To sing your song when no one is listening.
Everyday slay the dragon
Everyday face the blank page.
---
2020-06-26
One dream at a time
One wake up call
One cold shower
One bike ride to the lighthouse
One micro dose
One prayer
One bird flying in wings of despair
Has the whole world become a Pink Floyd video from an outtake of The Wall?
Characters masked up moving in line
No longer sure of what they’re supposed to be afraid of
They just know they’re supposed to be afraid. But....
Let’s handle the whole thing
One dream at a time
Did you write your morning pages?
Did you go for a run?
Did you bask in the glory of a vitamin D machine
As the apocalypse plays hopscotch on your soul?
It’s hard to find answers
When all the time overwhelmed by new questions
And new layers of confusion.
But let’s handle it.
One dream at a time
Heading back out there
Into the fields
With everybody up in arms about how it was supposed to be.
Masked up
Moving in fragmented lines
Trying to surrender.
I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.
And repeat.
Riding up the west side highway towards home.
---
2020-06-27
Fireworks
Working fire
Explosion
Explosives
Unease and tension
Set to timers
Going off nightly
Clockwork
Getting louder
More aggressive
Unlike any fireworks from years previous
These aren’t firecrackers
These are loud explosions which cloud up nefarious intention
Don’t know what it is
Or who’s behind it
But it’s not kids
And it’s not protesters
It’s something else
Last night in the park I was sitting with friends
One of these “fireworks”
Exploded in the ground about ten feet away from us.
We all felt our hearts jump out of our chests
It wasn’t the first one that went off that night but it was the closest.
No one was around the area where it went off
No one lit a wick
My first thought was that it exploded remotely or was on a timer.
A group of men had passed by just before it exploded.
They looked like narcs. They didn’t fit in in the east village. Fish out of water. White dudes.
They could have thrown one on a timer or something but who knows.
The message was clear and soon people picked up their things and started exiting the park.
And I was thinking
Man it’s time to get out of the city.
It’s getting stranger and stranger.
How long til the explosions get more aggressive?
Last night one went off ten feet away from me
And no one was around it.
No one lit a wick
And it was more aggressive than what you would normally consider a firework to be.
Nothing lit up
Just a very loud explosion
Amongst many loud explosions
Night in and night out.
These aren’t firecrackers.
This isn’t celebrating the fourth
This isn’t protesters.
This is something else. It felt like we were sitting in a war zone.
Maybe we were. Maybe we are. I haven’t looked into the conspiracies.
I don’t even know what they are. I just know whatever this is.
Isn’t normal. And is yet another factor building a great sense of unease in the city.
---
2020-07-02
Hello human!
Here I am
Breathing in the cool morning
Of a hot summer day
Cool because the AC is on full blast
And cool because I just got out of a cold shower
And wim hoffed a vision for the day
About to write my morning pages
And write my goals and then go for a long ride
Listening to Ho’oponopono or Earl Nightengale
Or the new Bob Dylan
To keep your discipline alive is to keep freedom in the drivers seat
To move in accordance to your vision of the future
Is to move with a certain amount of confidence and bliss
But don’t worry if you haven’t figured it all out
Or if you lose the thread and flail
Because
We are humans living through times
That are about as steady as a funhouse
In an amusement park off the side of some highway no one is on.
If you’re confused
You’re not alone
But you can anchor your confusion with a vision
And you can build a vision brick by brick
Swing the momentum towards the light
And Ignite your world. And if all else fails. Keep swinging.
---
2020-07-04
Happy Fourth of July!
May we be unified
May we find peaceful resolution
May we all stand as equals
With love and respect
May we be proud of who we are
And who we can become
May we as a country breath in the spirit of ho’oponopono
I love you I’m sorry please forgive me thank you
(May those be the new Stars and Stripes)
May we be unafraid to speak our minds
To speak our truth
May we be able to debate different perspectives
Without fear of annihilation
May we cancel being canceled and allow each other to grow through stations and mistakes
To find a joyous light within and share it to those who have less
To those still squandered in the dark
May the least of us be treated with the dignity of a king
And the most fragile be held carefully like you would a graceful queen
May we focus on how we are one and bring peace on earth
Between father and son
May the drumbeat of our independence roll with the lightness of laughter
May we all reach for our dreams
From now to ever after.
The great experiment we’ve become
The gift of life
And will to run
America the dream
Waking up to itself
May we find our way back to peace
Holding our heads high
In the dignity of who we might be
If we allowed our light to truly shine.
---
2020-07-09
Don’t forget to smile
Don’t forget to have a good time
Don’t forget to not take it all so seriously
Don’t forget to wink and smile at your rage
Don’t forget to laugh or
To recognize the cosmic joke of it all
Don’t be so serious when the universe clearly isn’t.
Don’t forget to keep swinging and
Don’t forget to smile.
---
2020-07-13
Brace yourself.
Buddha highway aside.
The captions stick and move.
Boxer highlight reel.
Washboard kitty cats.
Electric eyes full of noose’s and halos.
Broken will break dancing on broken pills.
Pick a title.
Stir it up.
Whiplash glass.
In a cup.
I found this with a few other frames.
Those all broke.
This one survived.
It’s spirit pulled me close and said spring it on me candy goose.
Let’s see the subconscious scrawl across infinity.
Like transcendent bugs spelling out heavens language.
Monotone blue notes.
Leonard singing on the moon.
Buddha highways and villages in the grass.
---
2020-07-13 (2)
The Mechanics Of Love
Future candle holders, city dwellers,deep breathers,
Sunday skeletons, modern industrial flask drinkers,
lay in the grass and ask God who put these bones in your face?
Savages with excellent teeth,
lay in the grass with dreams breathing deep into the essence of gratitude.
I could never repay the magic of a single day,
I can only reflect it your way through the mechanics of love.
---
2020-07-14
I Hear The Whisper
I am the smile
With missing teeth laughing in the rain
At the absurdity
Of love exploding itself into the painful dance called life
To view life as a gift
To view life through the eyes
Of
There but for the grace of God go I
Is to understand the truth beneath the layers of bones
Holding up your dancing feet
Sprung like flowers
Atop the generations which came before
I go run into the air of my ancestors
Knowing I’m an extension of their spirit
Like the hand of an arm
Coming from the unknown solar system
Of dreams reaching for themselves
Guidance they give me through my breath
And as I pass another close to death
(I hear the whisper)
There but for the grace of God go I.
---
2020-07-18
Wandering Around Looking For A Purpose
We need to give ourselves purpose
I was afraid of my voice
Or it was more like
What gives you the right?
I used to question my ability to speak (still do depending on the day)
Holding out for the will to take a peek
(At the mountains in the way)
But we need to give ourselves purpose
We need a reason to motivate
To renovate
To become bewildered by the possibilities
To be an engine of gratitude
Or a funnel for inspiration
Give back those who question love
A will to aim higher. And
Paint a song from your heart with the charge to inspire.
---
2020-07-24
The Gasp Of Freedom
What if your rib cage
Is a cathedral ?
Your heart,
A kind of wacky high priest,
Singing with the house organ
That’s your voice,
Ringing thunderously
Across the shallow and strange colored glass
Of infinity.
Skating across the fractal glance of your eyes
The soul champions
Television screams
Hollering you’ve been
Saved across static waves.
What if your rib cage
Was a cathedral?
Your lungs, the breath of Christ,
Holding onto life
From the otherside of death.
---
2020-07-27
It’s ok
It’s ok to get lost
To be lost
It’s ok to start again tomorrow
It’s ok to give yourself another chance
Another dance
It’s ok to not be on top
To not have
A clear point of view
To be swayed by confusion
And the needs of the few
It’s ok to want to sabotage it all
To want to burn the whole thing down
And spray paint the wall
It’s ok to give up
And then get back on the horse
And realize you just got off course
But you’re still on the mountain
Looking up
It’s ok to be where you are
A photograph of a scar
With soul locked inside
And scandalized
A blindfold and blade
Over things you’ve realized
It’s ok to set the alarm
Earlier for tomorrow
And hit the snooze button
Til Babylon calls upon your sorrow
It’s ok to awkwardly end a poem with a cliche
Or to put it another way
Go back to the drawing board!
Cause really
Life is a series of problems
The trick is never letting it become
A serious problem
Sitting under a tree in the sun
As the world scares itself to death
Making a fetish out of bank robbers
Sticking up the almighty
It’s ok to wander for a few
To become unglued sniffing glue
Looking through the tenants of sobriety
A hologram of enlightenment
Burying the big book
Right there on the edge of a cliff
It’s ok to lift a riff
And write your own kind of song
Someday we still may
Singalong
It’s ok to show up to the gallery late
And drop off the keys to Harlem
To remember in the moment
It’s always the moment
To just bloom and grow and glow
Shine on you crazy piece of charcoal
Someday may you realize
You were a diamond all along.
---
2020-07-29
Parting Shot
The ones who believe the mask
Versus the ones who don’t
I mean you can’t blame either side
And yet the amount of animosity stirring
Up between the factions is building.
The non maskers would ask you to consider
What you are sacrificing for supposed safety
Of a virus that has a death rate on par with the flu (0.2 percent according to the latest from the CDC)
Live music/gone
Schools/gone
Normal social structures for children/gone
Bars and restaurants/gone
Economy burnt down to the ground
Suicides spiking
Depression and opiate death through the fucking roof
Addiction on blast off
The maskers feel these sacrifices are worth the potential safety benefits from this virus.
It becomes a quality of life issue
The maskers believe the narrative of the mainstream media
That a safe and effective vaccine is on the way and all everyone has to do is sacrifice a bit now for a safer tomorrow
And that anyone refusing the mask is a selfish piece of shit.
The maskers believe the government has their best interest at heart and wouldn’t lie to them in order to gain more power and control.
The nonmaskers remember the lies of the past
The weapons of mass destruction that were never found for example
The manipulations that tore through countless lives now singing in the spirit world.
The media has stirred up so much fear and so much division
That neither side can be blamed for their point of view
What I wish people would remember is the nonmaskers and the maskers alike have the good of humanity in their view.
It’s short sighted if you believe either side is monsterous
But when everything is illuminated from a gaslight (the information changing depending on the source)
And when people’s expressions are covered
The shadows get strange
And dance with blades against disappearing walls.
---
2020-07-30
Fuck resistance
Move
Fight
Ignite and breath deep rejoice
Ice cream truck bells
Strange spells
Across glistening teeth
On the smile
Of a saint
Resistance didn’t want this too exist
But I disagreed
Make sure you disagree
Often.
---
2020-08-03
Never stop
Curious resistance
The battle for forgiveness
No one can take away your charge
Or light your candles for you
Blow out the birthday cake
And keep moving
The next world will be better still
And the one after
Even better
How many lives come packaged in just this one?
How many survival stories does it take to get you out of bed in the morning?
Sing your own song
To the tune of
I don’t know anything.
Forgive everyone
Including yourself.
---
2020-08-07
Pink Crosses and Boxing Rings
Is
He a clown?
Or five D chess playing genius
Or even controlled opposition
Allowing those with a certain kind of mindset
Awake to the deep state play for your freedoms
The Q Anon junkies
Who need a dream of a superhero to come in and stop the grind of authoritarian control
But does he flip a mask in the end and urge his minions to get in line for the microchip
He said he had rich enemies and would possibly disappear
The kaleidoscope zombie
Puppet dancing with white hair
Hiding in the basement
The news outlets are the new movie houses
Rehashing remakes
Of scripts for the deep states
Clones clowns and deep fakes
A list baking tumbleweed
Into satanic distractions
Humanity much more evil than at first we thought
Many following dropouts of darkness
On a gold speckled chick wing hi jack
The layers of hatred and misunderstanding
Are laughable.
And the truth
Always on some distant edge
Unseeable
Except to the ones who are already broken
There may be no hero
This could be a funhouse full of psychopaths
What then?
Pink crosses and boxing rings
Lift yourself to descend within
Looking up your eyes closed
But it’s so bright
The vacation sings to you
And in the end
It’s only you
Chanting into the vehicle of who you are
Driving towards peace.
---
2020-08-16
I’m gonna miss this place
The painted avenues
The graffiti of the years spent here crossing streets into dimensions
Running into past selves playing hopscotch with memories
If only we knew how lucky we were
Grinding through life hooked up to a dream
I see us years from now
Looking at how it was with awe and wonder
And wondering how we could let it all go.
But I won’t relish in despair.
I will dream a different dream
And let the old one fly along side.
I’m gonna miss this place.
The freest city.
A place you could go out and come home a week later without planning a thing
Lost in the cities grooves
Encountering wacky worlds and the people who populate them.
I’m worried about where it goes from here
Where it’s already gone
And where it’s already been
But where from here?
A friend of mine died last week from an overdose
Early thirties
Wasn’t a junkie at all.
At some point we have to measure the consequences of our reaction.
And what becomes of us and life with no end in sight to any of this.
This doesn’t feel like the response to a virus anymore as much as it does
A new reality slipping darker into a collective nightmare.
It feels like everything containing soul and a certain kind of light have been targeted and removed.
Things like live music.
Those wonderlands where human souls bond on the level of the soul spinning out into rock n roll bliss
Those moments seeming ever more important like they were feeding the side of you that kept you going with an internal warmth and an eternal knowing.
The things that light you up are important
Life is a difficult task at the best of times.
I feel it’s fair to question these things as a collective
And as a collective have a sane and rational conversation
Rather than the blood soaked battle cry it’s become.
To question things when things are so questionable
How far do we go? When death is at every end
This attempt to protect ourselves could be the most devastating thing we’ve done.
And I’m gonna miss this place.
---
2020-08-17
We are killing the dream of the world
You can not know who we will become
Throbbing together
Creating trust
Hearts on pause
We are grieving
Nyc goodbye
Nyc I love you
Where have you gone?
You disappeared when I heard birds chirping
3am on a Saturday night
On ave A
What would Lou reed say
Whaddya say Lou?
I don’t want to write a goodbye poem
But you left before I could say goodbye
Nyc the heart of the dream of america
The American dream
The heart of the dream of the world
The dream of the human spirit
To transcend and overcome
If New York dies
So does that dream
So does that human spirit
I’m listening to VU
Lou singing about waiting for his man
About going up to Harlem
125
Sick and dirty more dead than alive
Sick and dirty more dead than alive
Could be the mantra of times such as these
I don’t think we are sick and dirty and more dead than alive
But we are certainly heading in that direction.
It’ll bounce back in two years
Will it?
Will we?
Strike dear mistress and cure his heart
Cure our hearts
We gave them up on accident
We thought we were surviving
Primitive New York
I miss you and I love you
Different colors made of tears
---
2020-08-18
Bleeding light
Creating the illusion of leaving
Gave me the opportunity to mourn the loss of New York
Waking up
Beautiful day
Where to go bleeping the alarm
Inter dimensional challenges
Provoke dreams of madness and joy
The fall wants to come back into our worlds
Kaleidoscope eyes and sirens
Creating the illusion of leaving
Allowed me to see what already left
The frog can’t know how fast the water is boiling
What has left?
What will never return?
This new reality
Knocking us this way and that
What’s the line when it becomes too much?
Some have already crossed it
Many will follow
Many are followers
Group think
Charging us one way down stolen roads
I’ve lived here for over twenty years
I remember when this place was scary
I don’t want to bet against it
But people seem fixated on loss
The avenues peel like oranges in the dusty sun
Water sprays from the hydrants
Like citrus days behind us.
And joy on peoples faces is covered
So that the world has become a blank stare gasping
But children still run headlong into dreams
And the sky is bleeding light.
---
2020-08-19
In The Land Of A Thousand Goodbyes’ 22x30” mixed media on paper. Got up and practiced yoga
Stiff as hell
In the land of a thousand goodbyes
Lives interact
Exchange and move on
Ghosted by possibilities
What we could become
Or are becoming
How much is free will
How much is puppet strings ?
Yoga through computer screens
The new normal sux
But I don’t want to be negative
I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.
Bend down and touch your toes
Death creeps out the cracks in your spine
Skulls smile in darkness by the light of the flame
Electrocuted worlds
Based in trauma
All of us in survival mode
Tramps and trust funds alike
The militia may indeed be coming over the hill
Listening to bible talks
The preacher says we are in the last days
Head for the mountains
Soon there will be no escape.
Downward facing dog
Breath through the stiffness
Land in mountain pose
Ask for help and say thank you
As the chakras up your spine light up like a rainbow
And the third eye breaks the sun open like an egg
It’s time for breakfast
And then the ocean
Take from me, the dirt of the world
Everyday a baptism
Into a celebration of music
And gratitude. Thankfully.
Namaste
---
2020-08-20
Til The Lights Came On
I wasn’t trying to be negative
And it didn’t feel that way.
Actually it felt like a rush
Or like folding a hose
So that the water pressure builds up
And when you release it
It explodes and jumps.
I felt excited
Like the full weight of my human spirit came back
Like I was me
Again
Whatever that means.
But silence
Silencing you’re questions
Silencing your voice
Silencing your sadness for something vital that’s gone missing
You do that long enough
And you start disappearing in the place your voice was meant to be
The spirit dances from your body bouncing off the walls and your almost invisible now.
Negativity doesn’t always feel negative
and positivity isn’t always so positive.
When I spoke of the death of the dream of the world
Or NYC falling through its own cracks (where eternity’s superglue finally gave out.)
My heart started to celebrate in the whirlwind of the truth
The truth according to my perception
Which could be wrong
But speaking up made
My spirit come back into my body
Like a drunk going back into a bar after smoking a cigarette outside in the dead of winter.
and from there we started plotting and planning
And the excitement lined up like too many shots on the bar.
(in other words vitality re-emerged)
But then people told me to cheer up
And treated me like a mental patient on the brink (not all but a few and I’m exaggerating)
And I appreciate it. We should all be so lucky as to garner any concern at all.
But they got it wrong.
I wrote out the poison
Til the lights came on.
---
2020-08-20 (2)
Dunked on by Power Chords (super champ monitor)
The joy of music
Guitar pops
Big bends
With clean tone edging distortion like a rhino
What a gift I was granted in this life
I’m sending thank you notes to the spirit world
Before it’s too late
I don’t mean to be morose
But I’ve been living in a city burning down
And a certain madness has taken over.
So I’m practicing gratitude
Grateful for floating on clouds of notes raining love
Nights in rock n roll boots
Kicking the heals of the world in the skull
Explosive moments of passion
Signaling the demons to come close and go away
All for the thrill of the crowd
And our youthful exuberance
Rock n roll a casualty of war
Drunken glory
Getting dunked on close to the heavens
By a power chord
The lyric could be
When will you realize it’s not coming back
Til you take it back
The voice of the new revolution
Leathered up on the edge
Being stared at by the eyes of beauty
Death in his back pocket
Making a graceful exit
To live another day
---
2020-08-21
The Dude Abides
I’m not scared
I’m just thinking out loud
about
The ballad of boogie Christ
and
The Saint of impossible causes
Maybe when Christ comes back
He won’t be what we expect
Maybe he’s Lebowski now
The dude
drinking White Russians
Telling us how hard we fucked up
Before the flames
Maybe it’s been Jeff Bridges this whole time
I mean who has better hair?
But for real
We are a ticking time bomb.
Not from the virus
But from the economy collapsing
Economy is seen as this cold and heartless word to bring up
Because
It becomes
All you care about is money. But
That’s not the case
Cause what it means
Is widespread homelessness
Starvation and crime
Murder
And the end of civilization as we’ve known it.
And for those that would say
Good!
To that
If you hang onto that position then
You will become (or always were)
A psychopath
Because the reality we are approaching will be orders of magnitude darker
Than the one we are leaving
And we are bringing it down on ourselves
Collective (toxic) shame willing the hammer to come down.
Who new personal shortcomings
Could become universal calamities?
(Or help usher them in like Jesus dressed in purple throwing a strike!)
People of faith see this as the end times
And they say
He’s coming back soon
The dude abides
That’s just like your opinion man
But who knows
I might be sitting across from him soon
Stirring a White Russian with a crucifix
Hopefully I’d find the courage to ask
What happened?
And hopefully Sam Elliot will be sitting in the corner looking bemused and transcendent.
---
2020-08-23
Freedom isn’t given
Freedom you must take
The matrix got so much right but it got one thing wrong.
There shoulda been more than one guy taking the fake ass steak.
No one can touch you in a ho’oponopono blanket
And that’s the point
Your total responsibility
Your absolute forgiveness in everyone and everything
As result of that perspective
Let the mantra flow through you
Envelope you
Take you over
May it be the pulse your being resonates under
Over
Beyond
I love you
I’m sorry
Please forgive me
I thank you
Repeat
And defeat
Those that want your energy to awkwardly stick to them
For it never will
All the time
You are releasing the toxicity triangle
All the time
You are owning every emotion
Every situation
How could it be any other way ?
Freedom isn’t given
Freedom you must take.
---
2020-08-24
My response to Jerry and the NYC debate .....
New York City
Is dead
No it’s not
Yes it is
No it’s not!
Well hmm. Maybe it is
The debate rages on
One guy who splits for Florida claims it is
And now Jerry Seinfeld writes an op ed in the NYTimes
Shaming anyone who would think of abandoning it
Probably typed by an assistant from his multimillion dollar home in the Hamptons
With a basement full of bug out supplies
And private security walking big dogs around the perimeter of his estate.
So now hipsters can text us the article and make fun of those of us who actually live in real New York City who are thinking about getting the fuck out of dodge at least for a little bit.
I’ve been here in NYC this entire mad season of covid Quarantine.
East village. Avenue A
In a studio apartment.
I’m not gonna listen to Jerry Seinfeld give me a lecture on toughening up. Or sticking it out.
That’s right up there with
let them eat cake!
Here’s what it’s like for people that are actually here.
What we are dealing with is violence on the street. Crime up 300 percent. Beyond what it was in the seventies and with the potential of it becoming much much worse and in short order.
There should be no shame given to people who are considering leaving who have the means to do so.
(Funny how it comes from people who aren’t really here, including you Jerry. You got your bug out in the Hamptons and more money than God. The minute famine happens. The minute a real food shortage occurs. Or people decide it’s time for another and stricter lockdown. You have an immediate safety and many highly comfortable options.
Most of us here in the actual world need to plan for those. Prepare for the insanity we see coming by evidence of the insanity that’s already been.
When is live music coming back?
Or Broadway?
People have to become sane about the way they are handling this virus in order for that to occur. And so far there seems to be little rational thought on how we are handling a virus with as low a death rate as this one has. The reaction and destruction of the economy obviously creating more death and destruction than the virus itself.
Do you suggest we trust Bill G
---
2020-08-26
The Forgiveness Tree
Hung it’s boxing gloves
Or blossomed them?
You decide
Hanging them or growing them
Can be more alike than not
Emotion doesn’t need to bleed into boundaries
And boundaries get defined
Inside a ring
A ring of fire
A boxing ring
Now
In Tompkins square park
I hear the birds and alien insects sing
What dream
May their soft spirits bring ?
Fading in and out
Surround sound
Ding a Ling!
The dogs barking
The children sing
The forgiveness tree and the boxing ring.
Different ages of wood
Lifting life and light from the same thing.
I forgive you
And the pain you bring
For you are me
The queen and king
The seed
Forgiving everything.
We named the tree forgiveness and climbed it late one night
And now the boxing gloves
Hang in the daylight
Thrown up their with laughter
For none had won the fight
Forgiveness ever after
Hung or bloomed (it was)
Just right.
---
2020-09-01
tarted out mellow monday
I even thought about inventing mellow Monday’s
Where you purposefully run slower than usual.
I had on a mantra of forgiveness
Sending it out my head like radar for the disenfranchised
And don’t that just about make all of us?
Beep beep beep beep I love you
Beep beep beep thank you I’m sorry I forgive you. You know the rest.
Started out mellow.
A real mellow monday.
My headphones gave out halfway thru.
Bose sux.
But Bose was my guru
Because then I got deeper in the breath.
The mantra continued in my head of its own
And soon my pace was elevated
My nikes dancing in clouds
Not hung up by the retribution or devastation
The ptsd ciphers thru the air
Psychic helicopters playing doctors across darting eyes
No not for me
I was dancing on clouds and incentivized
The nostrils beginning to flare
Like the dragon opening of a roller coaster
Built in the derangement of a lunatics mind.
So much goes on in every moment
The ears taking part in the simultaneous cacophony of events
Making the meditation blow up like brown M and Ms
In a sugar addicts third eye of perpetual need.
Hamster wheel it was not!
NYC at night. A miracle still.
A deep breath in the universe
Saying welcome home my friend.
Be and stay blessed.
---
2020-09-01 (2)
Dream the biggest dream you can muster
Lift it from the sky
Like a grey cloud
Saying hello to a future explosion
The world is full of sirens
Regret
And undying love
The great gift we all get to keep
And then leave
At the gates of our becoming
And every painful encounter
Pushing you deeper
Into the full bloom
Of who you will become
Dream the biggest dream you can muster
And then wake it up
With every breath
---
2020-09-05
Do not depend on your own understanding
That’s out of proverbs
Has a sentence ever been better?
Trust in the lord with all your heart
Seek his will in all you do
And he will show you which path to take
Do not depend on your own understanding
That’s the seed of faith
Do not depend on your own understanding
You don’t have to understand
You never could. (Seed of faith)
But faith is your duty
Faith
You have to muster
Faith is your end
The rest
Is not your worry.
The rest
Will be shown to you.
Seek his will in all you do.
And do not depend on your own understanding.
---
2020-09-06
Night runs
Are the best
Especially when oxygen
Feels like a privilege
Of rebellion
When the weeds of life
Go scattering in toxic winds
It’s wonderful
Breathtaking even
That you can pin it all down
To one moment of revelation
One Big Bang
One deep breath in through your nose
Entire universes get born and die
Roman candles light up the sky along the east river at night
The ghosts of this place
Having a banquet
And a ball
Getting ready to welcome us
Over.
(As soon as I stopped tonight the fireworks went off at that exact spot.
The universe playing along that the dream of life will meet you half way).
Celebrate.
Every breath.
Another chance.
---
2020-10-06
Never was anyone better
The way you played with alien fingers
Like tricking virtuosity
Into something that went beyond words.
Fingers or alien antennas?
No one played like you
And then
Everybody tried.
And still no one could
But through the vehicle of your guitar
That rad stripped sportster
You gave a generation of bedrooms and garages
Dreams they couldn’t otherwise have had.
Hendrix must feel threatened today
That top dog status in whatever heaven guitarists go to
Is at least under review.
The goat has left the building.
Long may you transmit your signal
To those of us still chasing you.
An eruption in heaven or outer space
A million souls with stripes on their hearts
Dancing with fingers
On the edge of rock n roll.
This world has gone 5150
Send us sanity from wherever you go.
And thank you Eddie
You gave me a dream to help walk me home.
Me and millions of others.
Guitar shops across the land will forever echo what you did.
But will never get it exactly right.
The brown sound out ran the devil after all.
Unchained from these mean streets
Bending the blistering fireworks of your soul.
God speed maestro. God speed.
(for eddie van halen)
---
2020-10-10
Be unexpected.
Start the deprogramming
Be awake in the now.
We all need heroes
Heroes show us what’s possible
Don’t look up
Look in
Don’t look down
Look thru
They show us what’s possible
We all need heroes.
They show us what’s possible.
Disciplines disciple
Self respect
The engine you found
Do what you don’t want to do
And do it to the ground
Failure is success
Lift heavy weights
Language and power
Say what you want to happen
And feel what it’s like before you are there.
Be unexpected.
---
2020-11-01
Moon’s Fire
To be creatively alive
To trot down inspiration avenue
With a pep in your step
To be fearless on the look out and on the move
In the town of many muses
To be amused on Saturday night
With a world of destruction
In the rear view
To not only not fear
The voices of hatred
But secretly lust for them
Like a sports car
Does gasoline
High octane juju juice
With a pedal to the metal of your dreams
In the Bible Joseph’s brothers buried him
For the envy of his connection to the most high
The artist in motion suffers similar fates
When high in the grasp of his production
Riddled with a kind of spirit communication
A cosmic satisfaction
(Or a kind of spirit satisfaction
And cosmic communication)
That the lift off has begun
Or his spirit showed up early to heaven
What better than rolling in the yawn of inspiration
Taking in extra oxygen
To feed the godhead the gold you alchemized
From a life of baby blue torture and pain
You got through it kid
And now you are a beacon of hope
Spinning disco lights
From a lighthouse under a bridge to nowhere
Or everywhere.
No high
No drug.
No sex.
No love
Better than breathing in the moons fire
The creative voice
Hacking into your consciousness
From the deep breaths of a life’s (not so hidden) purpose.
To create
And expand the universe within
And encourage others to do the same.
The end.
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2020-11-08
Keep Swinging
Through all the fuck ups
Through all the trials and tribulations
Keep swinging
Through everything you got right
Through everything you got wrong
Keep swinging
Through missions defeated
Through missions bested
Keep swinging
Through skies on fire
And sirens in the distance screaming
Keep swinging
Through the ludicrous judgements
And begging for forgiveness
Keep swinging
Even when you’re knocked out and can’t get back up
Keep swinging
Or when your over the defeated enemy
Like an eagle in flight
Keep swinging
No matter what
No matter where
No matter when
Keep swinging
Even at the air
Or the face of a ghost
Keep swinging
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2020-11-09
Call us home
Even though
The world is a mess of chaos and lies
Even though despair is at your front door knocking
And the hand of fate is flickering the gaslight
Don’t let it alienate you from yourself
Don’t let it turn you away from your center
And surrender your reason to the insanity of it all.
Instead become a warrior
And use it as an alarm to dig deeper
To be a light
In the darkness
That’s tempting others into oblivion.
Save yourself by making it your mission to save others.
And have faith that the truth will call us home.
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2020-11-10
Still dreaming to be
I’m tired
But we all get tired
How do we wake ourselves from the brink of exhaustion and surrender
And carry ourselves over the finish line
Of a race no one seems to be watching ?
How do we put salvation
Back on the front page
Of a paper
No one is reading ?
Stacked on street corners
Where it remains undelivered.
How are you delivered out of this mess?
The mess of your silence
Your cowardice beating through the bravery of A Heart that forgot what it was?
But not what it could be
Attached to eagle wings
Flying to a freedom
Still dreaming to be.
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2020-11-11
Never too late
Never too late
Never lose faith
Never back down
Never escape
It’s never too late
Never lose hope
Never revoke
Never compare
Your heart to despair
Never deflate
It’s never too late
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2020-11-12
In The Subways Of Surrender
Are we just giving up our freedom
Surrendering to the social shame structure
And voices of hysteria
Are we being led like forgotten things
Into the graveyards of our cowardice
Are we allowing liberty to be stolen
As easy as a pickpocket in the subways of surrender
With every step further into the abyss
The light gets harder to see
Until darkness becomes home
And the creature you’ve become
A hyena without dreams
Burning down the avenues
Of what any of it means.
Are we just giving up our freedom
To a ploy that doesn’t make much sense
In a world of dust and lies
Of what value is competence?
At what point will you say no more
In another lockdown
Destroy every door?
Or cave to the pressure
A bug on the floor.
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2020-11-23
Keep raising your spirit
Against the gauntlet of oppression
Keep going on your morning runs. Even when they become afternoon runs.
Amongst mantras of focus forgiveness and courage
Challenge yourself to defeat procrastination
And any form of suicidal ideation
We are living through a tsunami of distraction and destruction
And whether you believe it’s purposeful and planned
Or just dumb luck in the natural order of things
Whether you believe it’s about chaos and control
Or just nature hacking in the wind.
Almost doesn’t matter
When it comes to the challenge of getting through it
Stronger than you were before
To ignore the voices of destruction and despair and to lean into the voices provoking acts of heroism and courage.
Even if it’s just heroically getting out of bed
To do your morning run
In the middle of the afternoon.
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2020-11-28
I’m grateful
Life keeps unfolding
Revolving around open doors opening
Grateful for the expanding joy
Which freedom breaths into us
The love restored.
The family rejuvenated
Love peaking in through
The mountains
Life breaking open all around
I’m grateful
For the practice of gratitude
It is after all a practice.
The gurus say if you say thank you
Everyday when you wake up
And every night before you sleep
Your life will transform
The everlasting push of our spirits
To push through everlasting.
Always going for another poem.
This ones called
I’m grateful.
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2020-11-29
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