christmas on the moon

the moon the moon the moon

how can I believe that it’s a hollow ball?

when all of the starry skies are ripped away

then I can see the true fabric of this life

imagine there’s no stars

no planets

and no galaxy here

no galaxy out there

but the appearance…

ohhhh…

fractal in and out

through twisting roller coaster vertigo

with the ears and hairs and eyeballs

all communicating fluently

to paint this picture here

but the appearance…

a mirrored jewel

a perfect wheel

ying yang, big bang

from New York to Afghanistan

from Hong Kong

to the Promised Land

Jesus, Happy Birthday, Brother Man

He told Us we’re all God’s children

you don’t have to believe him

but still you are flesh and bone as I am

I echo what I hear, that we are all the same underneath

He just came to keep it real and REMIND EVERYBODY

to Keep it REAL

and then it became all too Real

33 years

but some people remembered and some people believe

but nobody can say they have the truth

yet every human experience is a piece of the puzzle -

the never ending mystery

diggin deeper

take a multi dimensional ride

through a stellar dream

by my side through astral planes

magic carpets

melting walls

only headed to the Sun

to immolate all suffering

from under a bridge in Big Sur

America
you beautiful
Babylon whore

silicon valleys
in between your thighs

implanted beauty
in a naked sky



these words wrote themselves as I layed down to sleep under a bridge on my last night in Big Sur... November 2010

that time of day again

it's going to be that time of day soon

when the trucks steal the sun

from over the bridge

they'll come with their trailers

and haul the sun away

to a dark place

there, scientists

will strap the sun to a chair

and demand the secrets of the world

unsatisfied with the pure silence of white light,

the head scientist

will light a stick of dynamite

and invent radioactive fireworks

and I will stand here on the boardwalk

looking up at an empty sky

trying to fill the dark void in my eyes

asking of the other stars

oh where, oh where

did my pretty little sun go?

something has got to give

Something has got to give

one of these nights

I will awaken

to a greater truth

I will mirror nature's logic

under the Stars, the Sun,

the Trees, the Clouds,

People and their Pets

Animals and their Traps,

We all are as One

to everyone

To Everyone:

my soul is on fire

my heart is open

pulling to a new place

that's wrapping around you

and expanding within me

my emotional taproots

reaching in each direction

tingling with raw energy

as my reality is embedded into yours

and we are growing upwards now

how long has it been?

how many light years have gone by

since you stepped so easily inside of me

with your smile, a key to every door?

oh tell me, love, aren't we all the dreamer,

conspiring to weave a bed of love from our conceptions

so we may free-fall for eternity, and awaken now,

to the joyful roll of velvet laughter music?

traipsing wildly through skipping avenues,

lurking in the shadows of the Sun,

basking, glowing, and emerging

as children of life's rainbow

(written upon return from Hawai'i, March 2010)

summer in montreal

pretty girls walk by wearing their flats

owing nothing to the days of high heeled torture

summer dresses moving freely in the warm air

all debts to Aphrodite having been paid off

in the creation of their lips

I sit and watch the flux of beauty all around me

I rise to join the fray

although the air may not be all that clean

there's still nothing like a summer in the city

July 2, 2010, Montreal