tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36647306062134194222024-02-20T09:22:11.139-08:00Cyclic Picniccyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-80955790162313727662015-09-26T22:07:00.001-07:002015-09-26T22:07:02.238-07:00pixelated sunsetHaven't posted anything on here in four years and haven't really been writing either. Found something I wrote earlier this year while sitting my car in Downtown Oakland and figured I'd post it up. Here goes...<br /><br />
pixelated sunset clouds<br />
reflected on the monolith<br />
& smudged on mirrored glass<br />
<br />
refracted horizons are ablaze<br />
with falling nighttime hues<br />
<br />
a lightless night;<br />
only glowing shadows<br />
of pure white<br />
stand & move with cat eye precision<br />
<br />
perception descends<br />
& cascades through my senses<br />
Illuminating the void<br />
<br />
truth erupts like flame<br />
that rolls no dice<br />
<br />
gamble, ramble, tamble<br />
juke & jive the brambles<br />
<br />
wolves & trees whisper<br />
inspiration to my heart<br />
that stands alone & stoic<br />
a lighthouse on the shore<br />
<br />
wild waves break<br />
upon my indiscriminate smile<br />
<br />
buddha dumb<br />
i'm numb with joyful abandon<br />
& i don't know how to surfcyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-34481200388497938672011-07-20T00:56:00.000-07:002011-07-20T00:58:46.374-07:00The Goochoisie<p class="MsoNormal">The goochoisie are out in full force this evening; the rank tainted smell of yore filling the streets once again, reminding all of us of our root chakra vibrations with a mix of pleasure and disgust. Sex - the passion, the creation, the promise, the knowledge, the vibrations of the goochoisie; it’s all undeniable, right under your nose, and painted black with rainbow spirals. Ahhh, won’t you wake on up and smell the grime with me, honey?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Trembling pirates in wheelchairs roll down the alleys at dusk, wondering about the next fix. Somewhere, in some apartment full of bedlam, there’s a prostituted body lying in a mix of pornography and phony Beetle-mania. Tired boys with lead eyelids look out the front window, waiting for their fathers to come home on a school night. Lonely fathers sit with tired beers in front of TV sets, waiting for anything but the routine.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Ohhhh, where’s the true Sex, lost in the legions of the goochoisie?</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Where is the true Passion? Lost with Christ as he melts into oneness with the heavenly spheres? Where is the creation? Mystified with fables? </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I PROMISE YOU ONLY THIS:</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Knowledge is rewarded. Bias is omnipresent. Vibrate to your highest goodness...</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">...and The Goochoisie will explode beautifully under your rainbow gaze...</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">12/4/2010 </p>cyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-86111143193867466862010-12-26T00:45:00.000-08:002010-12-26T00:47:04.045-08:00christmas on the moon<p class="MsoNormal">the moon the moon the moon</p> <p class="MsoNormal">how can I believe that it’s a hollow ball?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">when all of the starry skies are ripped away</p> <p class="MsoNormal">then I can see the true fabric of this life</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">imagine there’s no stars</p> <p class="MsoNormal">no planets</p> <p class="MsoNormal">and no galaxy here</p> <p class="MsoNormal">no galaxy out there</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">but the appearance…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">ohhhh…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">fractal in and out</p> <p class="MsoNormal">through twisting roller coaster vertigo</p> <p class="MsoNormal">with the ears and hairs and eyeballs</p> <p class="MsoNormal">all communicating fluently </p> <p class="MsoNormal">to paint this picture here</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">but the appearance…</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">a mirrored jewel</p> <p class="MsoNormal">a perfect wheel</p> <p class="MsoNormal">ying yang, big bang</p> <p class="MsoNormal">from New York to Afghanistan</p> <p class="MsoNormal">from Hong Kong</p> <p class="MsoNormal">to the Promised Land</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Jesus, Happy Birthday, Brother Man</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">He told Us we’re all God’s children</p> <p class="MsoNormal">you don’t have to believe him</p> <p class="MsoNormal">but still you are flesh and bone as I am</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I echo what I hear, that we are all the same underneath</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">He just came to keep it real and REMIND EVERYBODY</p> <p class="MsoNormal">to Keep it REAL </p> <p class="MsoNormal">and then it became all too Real </p> <p class="MsoNormal">33 years </p> <p class="MsoNormal">but some people remembered and some people believe</p> <p class="MsoNormal">but nobody can say they have the truth</p> <p class="MsoNormal">yet every human experience is a piece of the puzzle -<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">the never ending mystery</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p>cyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-68574192512561011022010-12-26T00:42:00.000-08:002010-12-26T00:43:44.583-08:00diggin deepertake a multi dimensional ride <div>through a stellar dream</div><div>by my side through astral planes</div><div>magic carpets</div><div>melting walls</div><div>only headed to the Sun</div><div>to immolate all suffering</div>cyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-10281275779082940502010-12-26T00:40:00.000-08:002010-12-26T00:42:16.517-08:00from under a bridge in Big SurAmerica<br />you beautiful<br />Babylon whore<br /><br />silicon valleys<br />in between your thighs<br /><br />implanted beauty<br />in a naked sky<br /><br /><br /><br />these words wrote themselves as I layed down to sleep under a bridge on my last night in Big Sur... November 2010cyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-40382440838832059392010-09-01T21:43:00.000-07:002010-09-01T21:47:45.779-07:00that time of day againit's going to be that time of day soon<div>when the trucks steal the sun</div><div>from over the bridge</div><div><br /></div><div>they'll come with their trailers</div><div>and haul the sun away</div><div>to a dark place</div><div><br /></div><div>there, scientists</div><div>will strap the sun to a chair</div><div>and demand the secrets of the world</div><div><br /></div><div>unsatisfied with the pure silence of white light,</div><div>the head scientist</div><div>will light a stick of dynamite </div><div>and invent radioactive fireworks</div><div><br /></div><div>and I will stand here on the boardwalk</div><div>looking up at an empty sky</div><div>trying to fill the dark void in my eyes</div><div><br /></div><div>asking of the other stars</div><div>oh where, oh where</div><div>did my pretty little sun go?</div>cyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-25762253687970895882010-07-06T10:11:00.000-07:002010-07-06T10:14:34.356-07:00something has got to giveSomething has got to give<div><br /></div><div>one of these nights</div><div>I will awaken</div><div>to a greater truth</div><div><br /></div><div>I will mirror nature's logic</div><div><br /></div><div>under the Stars, the Sun,</div><div>the Trees, the Clouds,</div><div>People and their Pets</div><div>Animals and their Traps,</div><div><br /></div><div>We all are as One</div>cyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-72326232535281841152010-07-06T10:06:00.000-07:002010-07-06T10:10:42.470-07:00to everyoneTo Everyone:<div><br /></div><div>my soul is on fire</div><div>my heart is open</div><div>pulling to a new place</div><div>that's wrapping around you</div><div>and expanding within me</div><div><br /></div><div>my emotional taproots</div><div>reaching in each direction</div><div>tingling with raw energy</div><div>as my reality is embedded into yours</div><div>and we are growing upwards now</div><div><br /></div><div>how long has it been?</div><div>how many light years have gone by</div><div>since you stepped so easily inside of me</div><div>with your smile, a key to every door?</div><div><br /></div><div>oh tell me, love, aren't we all the dreamer,</div><div>conspiring to weave a bed of love from our conceptions</div><div>so we may free-fall for eternity, and awaken now,</div><div>to the joyful roll of velvet laughter music?</div><div><br /></div><div>traipsing wildly through skipping avenues,</div><div>lurking in the shadows of the Sun,</div><div>basking, glowing, and emerging </div><div>as children of life's rainbow</div><div><br /></div><div>(written upon return from Hawai'i, March 2010)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>cyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-46911646996182360432010-07-06T10:02:00.000-07:002010-07-06T17:37:50.466-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>cyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-78505029407102701162010-07-06T09:55:00.001-07:002010-07-06T09:59:04.199-07:00summer in montrealpretty girls walk by wearing their flats<div>owing nothing to the days of high heeled torture</div><div><br /></div><div>summer dresses moving freely in the warm air</div><div>all debts to Aphrodite having been paid off</div><div>in the creation of their lips</div><div><br /></div><div>I sit and watch the flux of beauty all around me</div><div>I rise to join the fray</div><div><br /></div><div>although the air may not be all that clean</div><div>there's still nothing like a summer in the city</div><div><br /></div><div>July 2, 2010, Montreal</div>cyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-31057032964594686212009-03-19T10:50:00.000-07:002009-03-23T11:50:44.712-07:00raindrops cover the porch<br />soaking the planks<br />one by one<br />and all together<br /><br />my friends go fishing<br />they catch crawfish<br />and throw them on a hook<br />for hungry submerged vertebrates<br /><br />they let them eat it<br />reel it in<br />and let them go again<br /><br />this is called fishing for sport<br />not going hungry<br />they just want to have some fun<br /><br />to feel the tug of life<br />on the other end of the line<br />to feel the pressure of survival<br />on the spinner of life and death<br /><br />and throw the fish back in again<br />leaving just a little piercing<br />a scar from a game we played<br />together in the raincyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-9058367161144754482009-03-19T09:40:00.000-07:002009-03-19T09:42:11.482-07:00straight to the pointtoday I have no time<br />to write a pretty line or two<br />so I'll just make this quick<br />throw off your chains<br />thrown down your things<br />they'll tell you that you're sick<br />but don't believe the lies<br />remember it is love not money<br />that is the tie that bindscyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-36061190002087207982009-03-15T11:05:00.000-07:002009-03-15T11:16:32.821-07:00today's worldin today's world<br />there are a few things<br />we can all relate to<br />aw hell, I'm not gonna list 'em<br />if you can feel it<br />you can relate it<br /><br /> let's leave it at that<br /><br />everybody drinks<br />everybody eats<br />everybody fucks<br />to stay alive<br /><br />everybody lost somebody<br />and every now and then<br />we all just loose our minds<br /><br />every now and then<br />we all get behind the controls of a tank<br />and nobody can stop it<br /><br />but let me tell you<br />not all tanks are the same<br />mine shoots hot air<br />and sometimes potatoes<br />and I hope I never have another missle<br />other than my own God-given jizzle<br /><br />I plainly just don't want to attack<br />Simply told, I won't defend your gold<br />but I'll defend my life, defend my liberty<br /><br />in this present day<br />theres nothing you can do<br />but push ahead<br />have a fat breakfast<br />and let the world take you<br /><br />point your moral compass<br />and let yourself go<br />bouncing on and on<br />through this present daycyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-26652951364496287492009-03-15T10:55:00.000-07:002009-03-15T11:05:16.605-07:00I'm a drop in the ocean<br />a tear in your eye<br />making a ripple<br />and begging to cry<br />tears of joy<br /><br />Years of toil<br />to get here<br />chemicals boiling<br />all came from the soil<br />which came from the rocks<br />that nobody bought<br /><br />Just a spec of cosmic dust<br />a fraction of all action<br />and I am doing what I mustcyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-9400303626939390852009-02-27T12:06:00.001-08:002009-03-02T08:46:25.144-08:00thought bubblethink of the collective subconscious<br />as a huge thought bubble<br />with everyone's little thoughts<br />painting details in the big picture<br />you can keep filling in the blanks<br />there is more detail than anyone knows<br />and if you count the thoughts of little 'n big<br />the animals will tell you they are hungry<br /><br />go as deep into thought chasm as you like, just you wait<br />you'll beg to see the morning light<br />a sunrise on the edge of this crevasse<br />sprinkling sunshine on the days<br />enlightening the thoughts<br />so you can see details<br />while letting the big thought bubble be<br /><br />enticing all to show a face<br />to show up walking to the race<br />that has no end or finish line<br /><br />he wins who strolls along the ground<br />he wins who knows what he has found<br />he wins who knows to make the sound<br />he wins but does not wear a crown<br /><br />the thought bubble just floats around.cyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-89951573282168347732009-02-27T12:01:00.000-08:002009-02-27T12:04:54.490-08:00the springs of the worldthe springs of the world<br />rejoice in bouncing<br />and we sit on them<br />enjoying the ride<br />however bumpy it may be<br />you'll see me smiling<br />for this is still<br />my perfect dream<br /><br />under all of this<br />is a vast network<br />of coiled energy reserves<br />contracting and expanding<br />continually, like ripples<br />rarely seen to be starting<br />and rarely seen to be ending<br />unless you are perched on a wall<br />or throw a stone in the pond<br />and your life is a boundless sea<br />of ripples, waves, and undulating water<br /><br />liquid as the waves demand<br />as fractals calculate themselves<br />in timeless rhythms never waiting<br />always going around & around<br />reverberating sounds & silence<br />reflected just as they were foundcyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-20924059428216146682009-02-27T11:52:00.000-08:002009-02-27T11:59:28.680-08:00God In A SkirtI saw God the other day<br />in a really short skirt<br />I talked to God the other day<br />and she was quite a flirt<br /><br />She said, "Boy, you know you got it."<br />and I just stared<br />She kept trying to tempt me<br />but I just didn't care<br /><br />I told her this<br />I told her that<br />You just can't fool me<br />with all that gold in your hat<br /><br />I told that wench<br />I know you're there<br />I know you're here & everywhere<br />I know you just don't care<br />and yet I can't resist your stench<br /><br />And so I turned & walked away<br />I knew I couldn't stay<br />yet eveywehre I went, I swayed<br />from smelling that sweet stench<br />Oh Sexy, Godly Wench.<br />You truly are a wretch.cyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-74221218327924644312009-02-27T11:44:00.000-08:002009-02-27T11:51:57.978-08:00the changing tideswe are all saying similar things<br />but state them from different points of view<br />unless this concept is embraced<br />discussions lead to nothing new<br />and I, aware, am daunted with the task<br />of seeing with the changing tides<br />and rendering these politicians' lying eyes unmasked<br /><br />this means to start right from the top<br />to change things at the policy command center<br />to change the way the players speak the news<br />instead of twisting all around and leaping<br />I'll tell them all to stand their ground<br />to believe what their people believe<br />to make those voters they rely on proud<br /><br />accordingly, the change must happen in the crowd<br />the ones who work the night shift<br />and the ones with white collars in Suburbia,<br />they must make a sound<br />and raise their voices to each other first<br />and make that mob of ignorance<br />into a power to be reckoned with<br /><br />so we can watch the news and not be sick<br />and then turn off the tube and go to sleep<br />and go to work, forget about it all.cyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664730606213419422.post-81969929072692068072009-02-27T11:38:00.000-08:002009-02-27T11:42:26.767-08:00here goes!my intention for this blog is for it to facilitate artistic expression. i have been doing creative writing for fun for a few years and i would like to share my work with more people. i enjoy reading my poems to friends, face to face, but it seems like a good idea to have these little slices of inspiration up for anyone who I don't see in person very often (or at all) to read.<br /><br />gotta give props to brendan d'arcy for encouraging me to do this blog.<br /><br />hope your stay on this page is enjoyable :)<br /><br />peace<br />glebcyclic picnichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09198896084362890043noreply@blogger.com0