Chance Meeting in Mystical Terms  

Yoga class at the lake, she catches his eye
An electric charge in the brain…
Not the spring lilac, nor the plum in bloom
Something more unnatural
The odor of perfume, the beauty in surprise.

Waves of the seasons ring the shore
Spirit seeks a form, an afternoon union–
They do not know what
Causes their communion– She invites him
Tilts her head back in abandon to receive him.

Mother of time, days gestate in the womb
Men may spin all to doom, but she is summer
Winter long, spring in December
Meadow of unlived hours
Wildflowers glow in shadows of the moon.

They will say it was not by chance they met
They will claim it no mistake
Birth reveals the truth, was a newborn fate.

 

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After My Mom Died

For for Mary Leary

The cracked world strangely abstract
Flowers panic in the window box
Crows eat the petals of mourning
Unpeaceful Xanax morning,
I should meditate, but this is fine
Poetry calms the storms of afternoon until
A gathering of friends
SOMA Heads looking for a fix in my room
Invisible bandito on the balcony
Nicking my hash
He came to prop me up
Then took my stash, the bastard!

Later, a Las Vegas Cocktail Open Mic
Colorless as a dry heave
Jimmy Jazz is shouting in my head,
“Fuck you and you and you
if you call this is a poetry reading!
This is not a poetry reading!”
This bleeding stuck pig poetry
Banging on a toy-piano poetry
Just throw some glitter on
And slap it to your frig like a cute magnet.

Wait…   from of the heat of hell, genius often rises
And hey, it’s all about self-expression, isn’t it, well, isn’t it?

 

 

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RISE!

Roaches in the kitchen
Rats in the rafters
Ants in the cookie jar
Act now not after

Huffin’ and puffin’
Wolf at the door
Blowin’ down the house
That’s what’s in store

Crows in the cornfield
Mice in the larder
Weasel in the white house
Gotta try harder!

Stand up America!

Stand Up America!

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Afrika Shox by Leftfield

STAND … CLICK HERE … ROCKIT

 

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Akrika Bambaataa

Zulu nation … Bambaataa

Feel the rhythm of the Afrika Bambaataa, heh

Are you ready for the new age
They are setting the stage
For the renegades
To control your mind
They planned it yesterday
Fffffff-free
Zulu nation here to stay

Let’s get electrofied

Pump it, rockin’ it, stickin’ it, funkin it Afrika
Pump it, rockin’ it, stickin’ it, funkin it Zulu nation
Z-U-L-U that’s the way we say Zulu
Z-U-L-U that’s the way we say Zulu
Zulu nation
Cities of angels
Afrika Bamaaaaaataaaa Zulu nation
Electro funk, electro funk, electro funk – Future shock
Weee want your funk – Afrika
We want your funk

Let’s get electrofied

The world is on fire, can I take you higher
The world is on fire
Zulu nation
Hahahahahahaha Future
Hahahahahahaha Future

Electro get goin’ and the funk don’t stop
Time to clear the floor and let the Zulu’s rock
Hail the system flowin’ and defend the tribe [?]
Machines make the music and let Akrika shock

The year 2000 is on the way, some say
The year 2000 has been here since yesterday

Electric beats
Electric beats

We’re Zulusssssssssssssssssss

The past has gotta stop
The future’s gotts rock
Say what
Future

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Thoughts on Heaven & Hell

Heaven is a dream state here on earth.
We love completely and are completely loved.
We dream whatever makes us happy.
It all happens in an inescapable state of sleep.

Hell is a wakeful state in the living nightmares
We create for others and ourselves.
They all happen as if for the first time.
We cannot free ourselves, the nightmares repeat.

 

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Heaven and Hell are wishful extremes that do not exist, but we sure know how to create what we think they are right here on earth. ~Rayn Roberts

Garden by the Sea

(upon a painting by Yumi)

If not for bouquets of summer glory gathered by gentle hands
What reason for gardens by the sea?

The muffled break of waves is not as loud
As the whiff and whirr
of hummingbirds
Black and yellow bumble bee busy in the bloom,
Each comes to gather gold–
Drawn by sunlight and color,
The ladies in hats and summer gowns, baskets on their arms
Stroll down from the house.
When they return,
Marigold scent in hair, dahlia pollen on hem and sleeve,
They will fill the house with rainbows of stock and zinnia.

Even as Neptune sleeps, the sea a great blanket over him
Deep monsters and storms quiet now,

Everything is Energy,

Ocean air blowing streams of light
Whirling through bush and tree, grasses pushing up
Butterflies afloat, the mind brimming, spilling over
Spilling its delight…
Light as a finch skipping on air!

I have dreamed such days, lived too few, when death
Did not seem final, truth not so rare:
Hours pushing open leaves and petal on petal
Unfolding in fragrance….
…flooded with light, holding form
For what we call a day, but is, one flower each calls their own.

 

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The poem first appeared in “Along the Shore” Lost Tower Publishers, London.   April 2017

Paintings are by Odilon Redon.