Sunday, December 26, 2010

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…


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

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

Wednesday, September 1, 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?

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

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