"Letter to an Eastern Wind"

Im sittin on the center of heart of a 30 ft Kamoni Tree.
It's flat with 6 long arms that reach like 40 feet each
Pronounced (Ka Mon Nee) it's leaves are massive, light green,
and growing like over fed young Pakalolo trees
There Lichen growing strong on the strong Y's and curving branches
that form into rounded sheilds
protecting bark grown images of locomotive harpen blues musicians
and the goddess bowing to the dance...
This place is alive!!
And sustaining and creating it's own energy, it's own... breath
reaching the peaceful rest of infants...
If I stand up, I can stand up past the canopy and brilliant golden light from many distances
almost blinding!.... but ocean......
Black mountains covered in rain forest red dirt
There are whales!!
Jumping and swimming and playing, siging songs of akashic memory
but we must earn to see them by opening our I
I recently heard that some of the deepest Pacifics are not too far from our surf
so there many shelves that hold crystal clear bluish green coral tunnels and caverns
that travel all through the underwater ways...
The waves break far enough out that it's like the largest swimming pools on earth
filled with plethras of colorful fish and generations of promising grand babies...
We have visited forests that breathe upon entrance
like walking on pandora,
vines explode from the tops of Philodendron blanketed forest walls
and hang like rope dreadlocks to the fern softened forest floor
where the multi-colored lizzards stop to recognize you...
The varigation of the leaves of EVERYTHING!!!
are the paint mixing tables for the ten hands of the creator!
The humidity, the life health of very small sprouts, the majesty of the bowing trees, the distant yet familiar faces in passing....
This place is for the children, and for the mother
because children become the parents of the mother of the thunder..
Kauai holds the space of intelligent innocense or Ali'i of the land
a place where the foot trails swell when it rains
and respectful hands build the shrines of global forgiveness
From the moment i set foot on this island
the southern sun started to surgically reattach my confidence
a confidence that will go on to live it's appreciation in every conversation,
every idea, every climb, every musical connection!
Kauai is garden iris around every human pupil
she is the treefort build by fire and softened by ocean's time
she is a galactic global whirlpool, pulliong from all over the earth
All great warrior spirits to meet again and celebrate
this great dance of authenticity....

Letter To My Future Self (and you as well)

this is a letter that i wrote to myself on a card my friend gave me the other day (or should i say it came right through me?) ... i'm going to seal it and save it and open it in the winter of 2018...  It's a powerful reminder and affirmation that i think everyone could benefit from reading, thus im posting it here... hope it helps you as much as its already helped me...

Dear Donel, Donald, or whatever you may be calling yourself these days:

2-19-2012

I write you this from the past, to remind you to stay on track.  The spiritual path that is.  I hope you find yourself well, and happy, and spiritually and emotionally fulfilled.  I hope all of your dreams and aspirations have come true.  And i hope that you've stayed true to who you are...  I write this to you from Kauai (Moloaa) on the eve of your departure for your Occupy Wall Street mission.  Wishing that you all shall succeed.  And thank you for doing whatever you end up doing there.  I write more to give you advice for wherever you are in life right now...

· you belong wherever you are right now, your there for a reason and don't you ever forget it...

· make sure that you take care of the youth always, be generous, be considerate, teach them the true magic and true values of life, and love.  Take them in feed them, never forget those that have helped and taught you.  Be a positive influence on the next generation...

· live life to the fullest every day!  Be thankful and grateful for every second your alive, you only get to live once.  Say everything you want to say to people, you may never get to see them again.  Especially express your love.

· stay close to your sister (or your siblings for those reading this).  She has a beautiful soul...

· have as many kids or children or offspring as you can, re-populate the globe with beautiful loving souls...

· stay real and true to what you feel inside.  Those feelings come through you not from you...  Listen to your intuition, and listen to your heart always...

· stay humble its all universal spirit, you are just the vessel for all that you do...  For all that you do you don't do it just moves through you...

· help everyone you can

· don't worry about money too much, it'll corrupt you any way...

· be free with your love and encouragement and share all that you've got...

· and lastly, know that i didn't write this, that this is a message from the universe, from the heavens to you...

· relax, enjoy, remember and know that everything's going to be alright, that everything is happening exactly how it's supposed to...

· nothing but love all the time...

· stay true, stay cool, stay calm, stay up...  walk like a warrior and it all will come...

Aloha - Mahalo - Respect - Reverence - Love - Gratitude - Attitude...

An Open Letter to the Occupy Wall Street Movement, Adbusters, Kale Lasn, the people of Tunisia, Egypt, Libya, Syria, Greece, Spain, Britain, Rome, France, Nigeria, South Africa, and the rest of the social justice movement taking place across the globe

An Open Letter to the Occupy Wall Street Movement, Adbusters, Kale Lasn, the people of Bahrain, Tunisia, Egypt, Libya, Syria, Greece, Spain, Britain, Rome, France, Nigeria, South Africa, and the rest of the social justice movement taking place across the globe:

Words will never be able to express how deeply moved and inspired i am by all of you, but i'll try...               

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I LOVE YOU ALL!  During the summer of 2011 i had all but given up on hope for any social change to ever seriously happen on a global level, let alone in the United States.  I was ready to give up hope on ever changing the beast.  Hoping to relocate and search for a place internationally for alternative ways to live, in which i wasn’t supporting the death and destruction of our planet and the oppression of those who live on it. In preparation for this i drove from New Jersey across the open country into Washington state, then down into Oregon and California to see the other side of the country before i left it for good.  I was traveling around attempting to live in the dense mountainous forests of the pacific northwest going into "civilization" as they call it as little as possible. To be as far away from the psychic assault that is the industrialized world, our modern Babylon.  And to re-attune myself with nature and the planet and my own psycho-spiritual-physical being.  I was on a meditative hot spring and waterfall tour attempting to cleanse my body and my psyche from the toxification of the consumer world.  Trying to restore my health and happiness and spiritual state of being that the stresses of money and the influences of technology and toxic food and water so systematically strip away.  Then one day i came out of the forest and heard Democracy Nows broadcast of the U.S. Governments murder of brother Troy Davis. The news instantly brought me to tears, previously thinking that they wouldn't dare "execute" him, and hearing his passionate plea just moments before his death for the movement to keep moving forward and fighting for justice.

This was in Oregon.  The next time i came out of the woods i heard about Occupy Wall Street. At this time i had a farming job lined up in northern California so i started heading back down to be closer to the upcoming work.  Once in town i stayed with the friend of a hitch hiker i had picked up about a month before and had been traveling with ever since.  It was my first time in a house in a few months.  The two of them then proceeded to show me videos of the Occupy Movement, and i was blown away and brought to tears several times realizing that this was the moment I’d been waiting for since i was fourteen years old and first became conscious.   That there was a real genuine global movement of resistance building and that the people especially the young people of America were actually taking part in it!

That day with about a week to go before i started working, I immediately sweet talked my friends into buying my car (which was in perfect working condition) for a meager 600 dollars so i could buy a plane ticket that night and fly back to New York so i could be a part of it even if it was just for a few days.  My timing couldn't have been better as i arrived in New York on October 15th, just in time for the global day of action.  I didn't even know it was planned prior to being there.  But i was truly blessed to be a part of something as beautiful and alive and hopeful as i saw that day...
         
I'll never forget the feeling i had the moment we broke through the police barricades and over took Times Square as the police tried to keep us out and force us to march all the way up town.  I had tears in my eyes jumping up and down on a guard rail in the middle of the street holding my REVOLT sign high above my head with my fist in the air, watching the swarm of mostly young people on their way to shut down the most corporate part of New York City.  That was one of the happiest moments of my life..
               
Later on, as the police marched in on us armed with horses, helmets, barricades, and billy clubs, for the first time in my life at a demonstration i felt completely and fully connected and at one with the crowd around me and suddenly any and all fear of police action or escalation floated away.  During those tense moments locking arms with my brothers and sisters down there in front of the bright orange smoke stacks billowing out of the ground i felt all the love that flows through an entire generation, from New York to Egypt, from Paris to Tokyo... I felt the power that lives through the eternal revolution and i can't help but say that their was something uniquely and profoundly spiritual going on down there as tempers turned to tears into fear, flared back to temper only to fade into laughter and cheers as the police backed off and "this little light of mine" sparkled through the florescent sea that is Times Square, with "Occupy Wall Street protest shuts down Times Square..." flashing across the news ticker again and again.  We definitely won a major battle that day.  And the world definitely came together in a way it never has before.
               
I was only able to stay for two days due to time restraints and plane tickets, but they were two of the best days of my life.  I heard and took part in some of the most imaginative inventive and brilliant conversations I’ve ever been a part of or even overheard.  Liberty square at its peak was one of the most amazing places I’ve ever been and i just feel so blessed to have been there.  Sleeping there in the cold on the ground conversating about revolution and past demonstrations and community building.  Looking into the eyes of other young people and realizing that we're all in this together no matter what, was such an amazing experience that honestly no combination of words could ever do it justice.
               
I then flew back to California, a few days late for my job, which i ended up loosing on the count of leaving in the first place, and stayed at Occupy San Francisco for two nights, before traveling up to Occupy Arcata for another two nights. And as i wait for the spring to come and Occupy to take back off in full force, potentially the American Spring or the Global Spring better yet, i will be back to Occupy.  This time to stay until the job is done!  And i acknowledge that this is what we've all been waiting for! That our time is now!  That we are the ones who control the fate and the future of our planet!  We are writing history as we speak!  People will talk about this movement forty years from now the way people talk about the civil rights movement today.  I am so proud of all of you and honored to be in your presence (even if it is only in spirit right now), to be sharing this moment, our moment in history as we globally move toward a better world based in compassion and love and respect for each other and all life.  This spring is bound to be not only be another revolutionary one but the global blossoming of the hope within all of our brothers and sisters across the globe. Hold fast and stay strong.  Stay focused.  Stay alive, with out dead time, and stay Non-violent.  This is an important public relations tool, and will help the movement gain momentum and support from mainstream Americans and suburbanites across the globe.  The communities we are building in these parks and squares, on the streets will be spoken about long after you have all died, and for that again, from one freedom fighter to another I again thank you!  Thank you for giving me hope that we can actually change things on this planet someday!  The hope that world revolution is still possible.  And don’t be scared to call this a revolution either.  Because that’s exactly what it is... a transfer of power.  The spirits and energies of those who fought and died before you thank you.  The spirits of those freedom fighters locked up in prisons, secret prisons and detention centers thank you.  Those freedom fighters displaced and in exile across the globe thank you.  Those who have stood up for justice throughout the course of human history thank you for continuing their struggle... And the generations of children not yet born thank you for giving hope to their future.  And again I thank you for opening the door and allowing me to join you in what will surely been known as the most revolutionary year humanities ever seen.  I stand with you, in solidarity.  As a comrade, a brother, and a friend.

Blessed Love, Revolutionary Love, and I’ll see you in the spring!  See you on the streets!  Occupy Congress!  Occupy Wall Street!  Occupy Chicago May 1st!  Occupy Everything! Occupy Everywhere!

Donel     donelarrington@gmail.com

Unintentional Footnote To HOWL (a continuation)

I.

First snow taunts from window to
Crystal laid sill– hail, rain,
And football. Mad genuis’
Of the past,
Dylan’s all that we’ve
Got left.

Sad voice crackles in background,
Head hurt all day, pounding,
Pondering how to get kids
To read again–

There’s martial law in the mind of the globe
and no one cares
no freedom in china
america - states slave cage
iraq,
afghanistan, secret prisons
"indefinite dentention"
isreal invade palestine
genocide,
and genocide
and genocide


No one, see’s–
No one cares–

No more mushrooms in Amsterdam
No more discourse in public
10 minutes of protest police
Surround, “I.D.’s NOW!”
No more warrant in Texas
No more coverage San Francisco Bay,
Desolation offers once vibrant
Radiant thoughts, naked now
Slicked with oil–

Its been a very bad year for black
People in the news, 2007 almost no more–
No more Sean Taylor– Dead– Murdered–
No more Sean Bell– Dead–
Murdered– Pigs– Jena 6– Yes,
Nooses still swing from southern trees–
Death– Sadness– Disgrace–
No more,
No more quarterback fast passed
Michael Vick– Incarcerated– early,
Man, they really took a bite
Out of crime,
Barry broke Hank’s record,
And the law, lied to congress
but, so did the president,
and so did every president
Before that…
Brief blurb just in,
O.J. Simpson arrested again
Robbery armed– juked juice–
Have ya heard?
Have ya heard?
Have ya heard the news?
Rutgers has got nappy
Headed hos’ that can shoot,
Godfather, silent, gone
Year mark, tears dried, king popped
into exile, still grieving, robberies, banks
Hiked, gang, economic, drug
Factors enslaved, 9 to 5, rehab, cycle
Into jails, yes,
Watch America as she undresses
And fucks her criminals raw,
Machine like thrusts.

Empire cities erode fabrication
Human cancerous growth
Cluster carved into the epidermis
Of the earth– Imagine,
Quarantine decompose mycological
Revolution, earth cleanse fungal
Infest Capitalisms Spectacular Cities–
“Live elevated so you can look
Down upon your society,
Its good for the soul…”

“YYEAH PHILL!”
Performances fill dead heads and how do we
Share our selves that well? Indigo casting spell–
Lap top Christmas light spectacular entrancing
Broken glass in back yards,
Run across the country,
Metropolis, tri state, rush, honk–

“LEARN HOW TO DRIVE GRANDMA!”

Give finger to dying women fighting wrinkled skin,
rage against the roads, drive with chain under your seat,
Beat drunk pulp, count money as to gain
Respect, dollar sign black days fry nothing
Spent, ignored, as always by the Fox bourgeois
News corporation–

Make your own review, spread
Knowledge as entertainment,
Spread war across the globe
Like maple butter,
“NUKE THE BASTARDS!”
Saddam is dead,
Arafat,
No more, –

No more marches
No more voters
No more protests
Hope left a long long time ago–
2 Clintons
2 Bush’s
2 elections on par with that in Venezuela,
Chavez once humanitarian ambassador cancelled
Elections, only to loose dictatorship,
2012,
Maya empire kings spread south, north–
If we’re not careful Barak Obama will be that last
President that America will ever see–

“It’s going to come down to and armed revolt,”
–sighs a veteran covered in black Irish boy golf cap,
Patriot, gas pumps,
“Price too high,
Fucking scumbags in Washington!”
–he says with a smile
And deep piercing eyes

Kids–
My age–
Dying in Iraq–
Afghanistan forgotten–

No pictures–
No coffins–
No dead–
No problem, –

Dollar fall, “ Ah, this country
Is going to shit!”
Angels, angelic the women who
Fix their men, mend their heads–
Hearts, hopes, egos, dissolve, alone.


Strangers sit stoned and joke
For hours
Both unknown struggle same
Feel insane, death follows
Junk crusts piled up and fall out of
Cars that never make it past the
Monotony of this routine.

We roll our eyes at the thought of growing,

(old?)

Expanding… ? …

II.

Black heavy clouds give way to
Small crescent moon–
Bright and eloquent,
Gods thumb nail
Hanging in the sky–
Wake up 4:00am startled,
With tears in my eyes

Am I in–sane?
Or just–sane?

Bombs, still explode
In Baghdad–
Old friends now clutch
M–16’s in desserts
Unknown,
Scared
Distant

–There is no Christmas in war
No love in war
No pussy
In war

–these facts haunt me
Death plagues planet, slow
Morbid torture, –

How do we sleep?
How do we go about our days,
The same?

Boney bare bark reaches out to
The heavens like the outstretched arms
Of Jesus freaks screaming hallelujah!
Branches dead fall–
Winter encroaches,
There is no life here…

Every death is a new beginning
Smile, cracks laugh

Yes, seasons change leaves die,
Past equinox spent on pier
Overlooking New York monster City
From Hudson Bay, harbor freight–
Buildings twinkling with stars sputter
Like omniscient fire flies as sun rises
East to west–
Venus floats slowly out of
View, bold, beautiful, and
Alone.

Cold now snow fell, falls
Hearts opened and blossomed
Only to die again–

How many lost this time of year?
Countless–

Nostalgia brings back
Thoughts only now
Once friends awkward
Thinking of you
Un–materialized souls, now lifeless
Bodies in boxes below the ground.

Seven years, we’re all still here
Suburbia, Shane dust bones
In dirt covered coffin–
Neck broken, footprints on wall
My grandmother in Florida broken ribs
Passenger burns bags of air with the news–
Dion crashed weed car inevitably
Leaving us to sing rock operas in the sky–
Broken glass and no more harmony, Sublime
No more long tired walks down Mantoloking
Bow tie and puffy eyes,
That don’t have to cry any more,

No more Linus Rhyme
Mother cancer spread grief
Stricken funeral in bed,
No more bug infested hotel rooms
Move one door down–
No more studio
No more chicks to catch your spit
No more cigarette bum missions
No more blue lips, –
No more air in your lungs,
No more junk

No more mom lying in bed
Only fights, hospital visits
And coke, –
“Don’t Shoot,
Please don’t shoot!”
Plead strung out babies crying, drunken
Lovers, scattered throughout this
Garden State,
Growing habits out of its back
And stabbing westward
Further and further into
It’s own uncut forests,

Christ hangs from 90 dollar pine trees,
No more Christ
In Christmas
No more mayor
In Brick Town
No more hope for the suburbs
No more hope anywhere for anything
No more hope for the future
No more questions
No more teeth
No more sunglasses
No more cloths lost
Backward shelter Tennessee
Illuminated by fire agate mass,
No more Presents
No more sick Days
No more kid days
No more–
No more cigarettes
And I still can’t breathe
No more Mr. Mailer
No more cheese
No more passionate drunken nights
With high school girls
No more blatant adultery
Binge sexcapade erase pain
No more
No more bill of rights
No more dollar all powerful madman
No more rest
No more fun
No more peace
No more peace
No–

The bombs did not
Stop falling today
Humanity did not
Except its place.

III.

No more–
No more earth suicide note left by universe
Prophecy round globe boards dive into
Right winged blessing, pressed against
The falling backdrop of the cosmos, while
The rest of creation weeps for the loss of presence,
Presenting itself now as an afterthought,
No more–

No more work, always work that of mad crazy poet–
Lusting after everything at once endless experience
Unable to balance constant mirage except, language
Explicit the fact,
We know no boundaries–
Only the fallacies of life.
Money means less than one pure thought! –
Neurological interfaces connect every
Poem ever written!

Every moment in your life
Has lead you to this one! –
Enchanted,
No more,

No more poetry only silence
For abominable ambassador,
“Freedom don’t make French fries!”
– he would say.
No more roads open kitchen tables
In ozone, Americas dream is a
Cold spontaneous bottle of Jack–
No more poetry in Patterson, East Village
Analogies compare generations of men,
Exploding the grip of bureaucratic tradition
Rebellion, out with the old, and in with the new
Also, alas rested,
Tired no more,
In Elizabeth–
Gone ten years now–
Four fingered hand prints, all that’s left–
Longer and longer, gets sadder and
Sadder the songs filling our voids, –
Shot gun junk strains, escape bin robbed found
Loony amongst your plants, head gone
Brain soup all over floor and, “stoned note” – AP
No more spirit of youthful pit arm,
The pain of lost innocence–
Lost consciousness
World un welcoming
Un loving,
Momma Gaia accepting
Arms open,
No more,
No more underage drinking
No more gas prophesized under
halogen light bulbs save earth
for eternity, seven generations away
in the streets of pink New Jersey Pseudo
American dawn–
Fairies forgotten, left to roast
over the fire place of linier time

Take off your boots,
Don’t think about the war,
Chill your bones by the charade of flames–
“I swear I’ll take it all away,
Just focus on the liquidity of the situation” –
Destiny’s law lessons learned with air
Alone wind burned lost love and soul
Hunger for life, spontaneous flow blows fantastic
Oh no!
Back to the routine,
Holliday masquerade
The act of gifts giving fake vibes
To wholesome intent,
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU,
I LOVE YOU ALL –

We never say this unless we have to
Celebrate every second
Holy as the first!
Holy as the last!
Holy as ever!
No More
Un holy no more
Normalcy no more
Darkness only holy! holy! holy! holy!
Break light shatter shadows of monotony
With creative influence, yes
Every moment has lead to this one
And this second, minute, breath,
Is holy! –
Holy! second’s every up for grabs,
And down for change
Holy! now magic surrounds awareness
A goddess every woman that makes
You smile, makes your soul remember
What it means to be alive,

Desire,
O sweet sensual desire,
Holy moment
Every moment
Even the worst moments
Even the death moments
Are there holier moments
Than the one before?

Life beautiful complete bliss,
Stimulate exotic
Feelings to ward off the ancient
Enemy of laziness!

Not meant more of job
Than vacation,
Though–

Sacred, love holy sacredness!
Holy! Holy sacredness!
In moments, momentous-

Holy! Is the tube of my soul lying
Under urethras pull,
As I look down I realize
That you are Holy! your hair, holy!
a frizzy mess move, up– down– holy!
around– Up– down– around– around…

Walls of skin penetrating entire beings
Melting together– everything in
The universe, and you, and me–
Unseen , - dreams bending underneath…

Holy! Are the candles burning orchestras weeping for
Humanity, as we contort the world
with moans, howls, and cravings…

We speak art maniacs, dancing through skeleton
Windows– isolation breathing breaths lips swollen
Against gains of epiderm and this moment
Is Holy! Holy! Holy!

Realize your alive and every second is Holy!

Love insides with lucidity
And cry for understanding
Life – Holy!

Make holy love, holy! caress the wind of
Your psychotic fate, holy!
Mystery unleashes awareness
together making sweet this dark
Stormy planet aligning moon sun
Signs with light –

Chemical organic materializing
Third dimension emotional
Outbreak uncontrolled incomplete
Passionate tastes licking salty wounds –

I’d

Do

Anything –

For you, to see yourself
As I do now. Holy!
No more
No more wedding
No more baggage
No more ring
No overly romanticized trips across country
No, perfect pictures don’t paint themselves
No more awkwardness
No more work, I’m done
For the day–
No more pain in lower spine,
No more poem I have not
Much to say, –
Holy moment of free thought caught on
This page, no more
Stupid society to drive me insane
No more, words holy! keys holy! type
To generations unseen yet lost,
Still holy!
Be lost no more.
Only holy!
Be lost no more.
Only holy!
Be lost no more.
Only holy! holy! holy!
Most holy in your search for the truth
Yes truth takes work, not free to be seen
Only understood through holiness! the press
Is no more! the breath is no more! the debt is
No more curable! OM through commercialism
Onto the other side of creation, recreate world
Holy shit cities! diamonds bloody terrible! Terrible!
Endless void of the soul lost in time! lost in America!
Lost in transition! Lost in the consciousness
Of every man of every woman of planetary evolution!
Lost in the thick of it all! Lost only holy! found only holy!
Path to get there only holy! Profound Rhythms breath mind
Lattice holy! immortal I am in my mortal death holy!
At last,
Holy!
No more…


December 2 – 7, 2007
Brick, NJ

Musical Meditations

I want eat in harmony with the earth
But your money leaves me too poor
I want to vibrate in tune with
The universe, but the way
You space your days, leaves
Me no time to meditate
Only situate money and false senses of security
My soul screams to no beats just ohms
Not war drums
Not coupons
Consumer replaced citizens
This spirit refuses to submit
Routinely challenge the stranglehold
Of this societies cultureless democracy
,as it eats away at the paths ,that
We were, supposed to walk upon

Tribes gather around the moon
Nuclear winter present time tense
Rain pain from shameless faces in the night
Ignite the mine
And find the line
Between higher civilization
Mutation, rotation, exchange
The range of song

Through musical meditations
We pop cops without ever firing a single shot
And with this spark we start that fire burning
In a generations lost sleeping heart

Beats revive
Souls alive
ohm
we watch the rise and fall of our thoughts
like the civilizations born before us

When I close my eyes
I see kittens nursing
And pink, and green, and yellow flowers morphing
The tantra-cism of life making love to itself, watching
Nature give birth to itself, reminds me of how beautiful
The world can be.
These fleeting glimpses of reality
Through the haze of ugliness surrounding this world
Give me the strength to carry on. I want to put my body
Into yours so that we can both be one, sex is spiritual
This is how the human race began.
And life goes on
Yes life goes on
Life goes on and on
And we belong wherever we are right now
And girl I love the way you make that sound
And uh- I wanna take you around the globe
And watch our souls explode
And the seasons change rearranging brainwaves
With blessings for all to see-
The fall leaves us all behind
Wondering where the passions of the summer went
Picture framed become symbolic of the things we used to represent
And we never met ourselves until this moment in time
When nature unfolding presents your heart to mine
And all the things we’ve both neglected
Here reflecting on the past
Didn’t matter then much like this blade of grass
That I pull from your hair
And as it blows in the wind
Now becomes then and this moment
Is zen again

As our auras dancing in candle light symphonies
Of passionate life changing intimacy
Recycling itself toward infinity
As we remove our shells
With each and every breathe
Realize that the lips we kiss
Have all been touched by death
And as shattered dreams seem
To be all that’s left
The mind pushes the body
From east to west.

When I close my eyes
Parkway signs fly by
Toll plaza divides
You gotta pay to drive
Taxes destroy lives
Capitalism is organized crime

How many people gotta die
Before we open our eyes
And realize that this world
Is a disguise and we’s got
The power to fly, once we
Materialize the freedom that
Exist within our minds.

Fuck crime and drugs and war
Look deep within the ghetto
And score philosophical conversations
With the young and the poor
We are not just people
We are so much more
That what we constantly
Bargain for.

When I close my eyes
I am frolicking through poppy fields
Peeking in the girls locker room
And busting a load all over the principles face
I’ve got a mound that breaks into a million
White lines so I can blow a thousand
Words at my feet covered in snow
Carnivalish pier bumps key into the haunted house
Brownies filled with weed
So that our minds get cleared
And as I peered out the blinds
Two pigs appeared, the mushrooms
That I ate made that night seem weird.

Limbs mingle with limbs
So that we can begin
Catch a fleeting glimpse
Of spirituality, being one
With reality, and the world
Fades away as we float into space.

With each moan you heal
My flesh, bones, and soul
Those lips touch mine
Setting my body on fire
And some kisses stop time
Like this one
And I explode
Into infinite particles
Of molecules turned
To lust, passion, and greed.

Uncontrolled hormones planting
The seeds of living among us tonight

Whatever the consequences
My actions were committed
With the best of intensions.

When I close my eyes
I kill cupid
Steal his arrows
And shoot you straight through the heart
I want to stab you with love
So you bleed the passions
Of your soul to me
And I’ll drink these passions
Digest them and make them
My own,
I’ll slit my wrists and let them drip
Into the slit below your waist
Allowing you to purely taste my world
And all of its mistakes,
And we’ll stand frozen in time
Together, alone in the circuits
Of space. Zen is this moment,
Still, fragmented,
And beautiful.

When I close my eyes
I die a thousand times
Just to stay alive
And I just want to die
And I blow out my mind with a nine
Just to stay alive
And my life slips away
Eternity breaks into days
Numbered and separated with names
Like January, and march, and Mondays
Are so mundane and I don’t know where
To start living like a human
We find 13 moons in the ruins
Of our emotional tombs.

When I close my eyes
I paint landscapes of mushrooms and acid
And cats dancing with the colors yellow
Purple blue and red, the seeds sprout from
Dread to dread, barber shop quartets sing real
World blues, machine shop workers
Singing we won’t be your tool
Finger prints into nail beds
And the future molds our present bodies
Into karma beings

Erotic thoughts mount confusion
On the brains molested by teenage years
Of drug beating and awkward cheap feels
WE FUCK
To take our minds off things
WE FUCK
To give ourselves a break
From the struggles of our times
2012 and 2013 will be the most creative years
In human existence, and its up to us
To push it into balance
WE FUCK
To heal our souls for an instant
To bring us back to the eternal oneness
And universal breath work of light sound
And emotions
WE FUCK
Because its so hard to meditate
And we need to be sent to zen nirvana
WE FUCK
Because we have to pay for marijuana

When I close my eyes
I see Jerry and he is glorious
And not ignoring us, bird song
Chirps in the wind, as sound waves
Break the skin, and the wrongs we
Did back then don’t even matter anymore.
The human brain is a whore
And my cock is the cure
So let me fuck your head

I’m dead now and
Everything is exactly the same.

When I close my eyes
I am saved, world rearranged
Got my life straight, I’m in school now
And an active member of the republican club.
I donate my money to the PBA, and I only watch
Fox New. I’m addicted to TV
America = Free
And I got the middle class blues
Wearin my dirty black boy shoes

When I close my eyes
I see mass protests against police raids
And terrorist names
FREE MUMIA
He was framed
FUCK OBAMA
He should be maimed
For the armies of enslaved Americans
He should be dragged through the street
Like Mussolini kissing Hitlers fascist feet
I am patriot 1, 2, and 3
Its them verses us
The peoples army

Daydreams of taking fox news hostage
On a live satellite feed
And shooting Bill O’rielly
Between his fucking eyes on national TV
Then reading a manifesto called
Don Juan’s linguistic speech
“Your eyes can only see
What your brain lets your believe
Language is mixed symbols
That our souls subtly release…”

I paint hieroglyphics on your screen
With the blood of the diseased
Constantly hearing the screams
But I can still feel the beat

FUCK WORLD TRADE
Seattle is embedded in my brain
FUCK PRESIDENTIAL CAMPAIGNS
2 party corporate games
Insane propaganda recap
Bin Laden CIA ties
United history of lies
Bondage and bloodshed
Blue and white star strangled
Flags stained red
Infinite inmates in the morgue
Tagged dead

You stupid fucking materialistic pigs
Stop basking in your own shit
Babylon will fall and your bacon faces will catch it
The revolution will not be televised
But its elastic, pacifistic, and utterly fantastic
People fucking in the streets, smoking weed
With no distractions, see we’re still screaming
FUCK THE POLICE, even after all that history’s
Let happen.

When I close my eyes
My whole world disappears
And my whole being shoots through the stratosphere
Ass on toilet seat and bowels full of meat
Sudden realization that mindsets aren’t concrete
Been trapped in ideologies for so long
Idling along separating right from wrong
All I want to do is sing my song
FUCK BABYLON
FUCK BABYLON
FUCK BABYLON
And all your abicrombian bullshit
Why are we all so pussy whipped

When I close my eyes
I realize that television
Controls my life
Along with billboards
Drugs and a deranged mind
Depressions becoming the sign of our times
And I see terrorist plots
Masked by crooked cops
Concealing CIA funded demolition shots
Into our hearts, beat stops
As buildings drop like flies
To the ground

When I close my eyes
I see buildings and skyscrapers
Mass jungles made of concrete
Counter culture spores giving birth to bare feet
Rumbling thunder and lightning make my heart bleed
To the beat of war drums
My thumb pushes the needle into
Complete secreteness, and I am sleeping
In the land of women and drugs for the night

When I close my eyes
I scribe poems about half hours
Of every day life and dance in the
Passion of romance, with heroin
Turned to methadone
Leaving me here all alone
With my untamed
Scattered brain
And no where to place the blame

When I close my eyes
I see myself as a drunken mess
Crying alone on bathroom floor
News broken by girlfriend of someone
Else right now, I am all alone in a cloud
Of sudden amnesia and denial. I am all
Alone now. I second guess every decision
I make. Incisions scar the soul. I’ve seen
Four too many wakes, in five months that
Feel like one day.

When I close my eyes
I am reborn
Old spirit, new body
Universe guiding me home.

When I close my eyes
I am not alone
Musical arrangements play the notes of my soul
I am whole and complete now
I am empty and eternal
Alive
Awake
Ground becomes holy
Feet centered
Death enter
Ohm
Eyes open
Life reawake.

January 31, 2007
7:41PM
Brick NJ