As you endeavour the weighs of the world
May you stand strong in the lessons you’re hurled

May you find peace in the wars that rage on
And may you release what’s held on too long

May you forgive
And may you foresee
The way that we live is not how it must be

May you be free to figure your truth
With the wisdom of age and the vigour of youth
To rise beyond the shackles we share
With a mind as light and clear as air
To see with eyes as bright as day
That you are well and on your way

That life is unfolding at just the right pace
So may you be ready to meet it with grace

And in times that you crumble
Fumble and fall
May you be humbled
By your place in it all

May you topple your pride with humility’s beams
And may you unravel the riddle of dreams
To master your life, no matter how odd
To love every person, not matter how flawed
To always be present in this gorgeous facade
And may you not be turned off by what others call “God”

May you see through the fog
May you dance in the rain
May you shine like the sun on a wide-open plain

May you always be open to all you can be
And when your vessel is broken…
May you be free

As soaring tides of desperation
Rise and roar within
I stare with open, broken eyes
And wish that I could swim

No matter your sighs
Your aye’s or your no’s
Whether you’re whys
or whether you’re whoas

You’re more than you holed
and more than you seam.
You’re not your shoos
and you’re not your genes

…and you’re a heck of a lot more
than an old can of beens

So open the present, and find that right now
De-spite who you are– You can love every how

This world is your space to shine like a star~*

So live like a BLUR~~  Be All You Are

Gonna drink an iron tonic ~ so ironic
Role another chronicle
Parti subatomical
After all, we’re phenomenal nominal hominal animals
Treated like cannibals …for eating the earth
Just for devouring the means of our birth
And all for some lazy old habits and fears
When the answers we need are already here

I love love
I hate hate
I fear fear
And great’s great

I’m nervous I’ll act nervously
And excited to excite
I’m left with all that I have left
And writing what seems right

It seems to me that seemingly
We only dream our dreams
Then dramatize with drama lives
And don’t mean what that means

Factor in a lack of facts
And a tractor’s worth of crossing tracks
Stacked against our rising stacks
Atop our towers toppling

When thrown from off our golden thrones
We hobble into hobbling

Humbled in humility
Defying the defiance
Resolving with our last resolve
To silence all in silence

The world’s but a canvass on which we project
The colourful views that we choose to protect

So pull out your paintbrush
Your palette, your knife
Pour out your colours and paint for your life~!

So long as you’ve a beating heart
A giving hand, a living part
There is no end, there’s just the start
of all you’ve yet to finish

So let the flow of all you know
Just grow and gush… and then let go
You must let go
And let the hush fill all you know

And this humble brush, in hidden hands
Shall paint a swath across the lands
As colours flow in grand designs
of so much more than human minds~!

And as we find that we’re the tool
The piece, the part, the humble fool
in this peace of art of which we’re stuck
It seems each stroke… is one of luck

It’s like being a shadow

An exploding atomic mass bursts out in psychedelic streams
of raging fire, light and ecstasy

A being stands

Just drenched in a roving trove of super nova galactic
inspiration pouring over

A silhouette against the sun

Beyond it stretches an exaggerated protrusion
A roaming illusion of the being at large
A projection cast upon the earth
To charge a change from birth to death
Drawn as shallow as a breath
That may reflect the larger course
But none-the-less, is not the source

Our lives are but a shadow

Good day, ya fine wreck!
Well ain’t you just been blown to heck!

Look at you, you cosmic prism
Heart all locked up in a schism
Mind all closed up like a prison
Ain’t you just a piece of art!

Just bursting like a hive of bees!
With all this manic canned unease
Unmanned reactions, warring factions
Storing more and more in
glory’s holy story pouring out in dismal actions!

Well ain’t you just a human being…
Built with eyes, but not forseeing

And ain’t you just the coming age
of sadness, madness, lust and rage

Yes, ain’t you just a tiny cage
to hold the Beast called Life…

Living on the turning page
of a book you unknowingly write.

Every single day is a brand new disaster

I don’t care what you learn, or master, or burn
You can stare at the sun, or take it in turn
Or make it your wrenching unquenchable light!
The very next day is the very same sight~

You’re nothing, you’re empty, you’re shapeless, you’re plaster
Every day that you wake is a brand new disaster

Maybe you’re wiser, or faster, or famous
Maybe you lost it, or caused it so heinous
you’ve crossed to a darkness as bleak as you’ve seen

The next day’s the start of a new magic been.

There are stalks to be climbed
Giants to slay
Gooses to loose in a golden new day
Cows to be traded
Kingdoms to fall

And despite what you’ve conquered…
It’s the end of it all.

Today is your day
I don’t care who you are
A sunken wet pebble
Or bright burning star

You’re only as far and as deep as you’ve gone
In the footsteps you’ve crept on your path since the dawn

To be sully is silly
But to be silly's never sully

And if you sally forth in dilly-dally dailies dully
The hilly helly hullies spilling out your skilly skully
Will dilly-dally silly sully sally-forthing tilly tallies
Till your skilly scatter-skully wilts in nilly nullies

And even as the sully notions rise up to the surface
We see the silly words that really rally them to purpose

And if we sally fifth in seeing all the silly things we're being
Really seeing what we're freeing
--newly nowly knowing

It seems to us really
That it's life that's so silly
So why not just go with the flowing?

A poem is unknown
A poem is a whisper
Unfolding like an open leaf
of lettuce in a crisper

A poem is outgrown
From all that we’re shown
And flown through the skies of wide-minded

A spark in the dark of a whispering heart
A light in the land of the blinded

A poem is a passage through catacomb rock
A hole in the swallowing trees
The simplest way to pick and unlock
The trick of the human inease

A poem is the roaming of ocean crush foaming
To speak of a peek of the stars

A poem is as simple as telling the world
It’s beautiful just cause it’s ours

Look on this world with innocent eyes
In the fury of heartache and madness and lies
In the tempests and whirlwinds of mindsets that swirl
From the depths of emotion, look on this world
with innocent eyes

That is the spray of the sea, it’s not you
That is the hammer of fear, it’s not true
That is the way that it always will be
So don’t hold too dear till it’s through

Let the heartache break your heart
so it may then expand
Let the madness peer inside
and humbly make a stand
Let the whirlwinds tear your mind
while you sit back and see
That even seas that beg to drown
may also set us free

Look on this world with innocent eyes
Watch as the paintbrushes flow
Know that the art is a part of your heart
And the rest, a magnificent show

Rid my mind of all these ghosts
That haunt me taunting, mounting walls
That hide away the truths I toast
While tripping on the old pitfalls
I hid away when I was younger
And those to which are newer, true
That I once thought would feed the hunger
Trembling under all I do

Screw this twisted misfit mountain
Built of shame and pain and pride
Take the clogs from out this fountain
So I may sit upon its side

And meditate the churning waters
So to clearer see
All the toiling tombs and totters
Boiling here in me

Come to me darling
Come to me soon
To glance on the star twines and dance undermoon
Flushing our blood with the freshess of air
the swelling of love
the rushing of daring to run underspell
of the sky above staring us down

Pairing our steps to the wide gliding open
Casting our eyes on the forward unspoken
Weaving together the bond lesser broken
By healing the tokens we’ve wronged

Ripping cloud dusty down a lonesome gravel road
Virgin light reaching through the whispering pine
Sky new vast and stretching
Vistas sprawling large and calling
Autumn’s call is falling

Indian paintbrush colour the sides
Pallettes drop octaves below
Musical chords of trees going by
And nobody else to know

Whisper-dancing petal blooms prancing
precious metals trance sing-songs past me

Gleaming Goddess reaching seemingly through the oddest
and dreamingly glistening modesty

Quietly listening the pitter-pat whispering
moondropping mystery fluttering by

Flipping the windslides,  dripping in high tides
and slipping the fires of rye

Gotta lump a gumption
Burnin sumthin awful bumpin
Crumpled in my gullet hummin

Sumthin drummin heavy trumps
Inside my inner plumbin

Uncloggin chockful stocks atop my noggin

New flow go deeply
Seep inside untied and neatly
Creeping out so sultry, sweetly
Free me out this dreamy-seeming
body I’m so oddly steaming
out this merry mindful

See me fleeting unimpeding
Streaking cross a steely sky

Take no time to wonder why :
Conciousness is getting high~~*

My days are numbered
How bout you?
Pretty sure it’s 42…

All my sleepy ways are slumbered
Underneath the overpassing
underclass of over-working
under-reaching overtures of undertrue

Gimme gimme ever gets
Inny minny minuettes
Don’t you own your manors yet?

Just an incision–
Open up wide
We’ll put some attractive distractions inside
With barely a scar
And rarely a sight to go off too far

These are the worlds we’ve been dreaming of late
Fee, fight, foe, fumble
into a crumbling fate

Madame Magma Mater
Divine fabric fater
Mysterious mother matrix of the moving magic crater
round the asteroid of Earth

I sense your spirit dripping in the flora fawning forth
Your kiss upon the sky when sunlight crystalizes orbs
The soft embrace of drawing grace
upon the sea through moonlit face
with ever-loving eyes

Your humming voice upon the wind
in whisper tones of leaves that grin
the rattle of your peace within
your meditative sighs

Oh mother like no other shining
Mystic glider silver lining
Rock us forth in arms undying ~
For we stir in fitful dreams

Even as your lullabyes
drip fragrant through the seems

–Inspired by Terrence McKenna

Burn~!

Whipping tongues leap gripping rungs of dry splinter
Crackle-snapped, vanquish falls of downed lives crush

Leaping demons whip on crusty breeze billows
that roar unknowing torment and torture

The hillside falls–
Rock crush wicked cascade scars gash
bone-grind fractures down her backside

Blood soddered in the vicious hiss
of wicked shitpiss staining neck-snap bowels

Oh, but the howls!
Such howls that pierce
The soul with the pain
of a sane man gone fierce

Mushroom clouds bloom psychedellic jellyfish broom closets
Gushing fume-plume rosetting doom toxic pox fidget gloom rushings

A red eye peers
So long dear sun
Set your deathwhisper crushed crystal glimmer
down, and be done

Ash, ash
Ash in the lungs
Coughing mucus flung cluster muck upon the young

Hacking out the nasty fast and easy world we won
Pass along the skeletons of all we’ve left undone
Charred human flesh for breakfast
Gather round a dying sun
And thank the lord for wall and sword
And luxuries the charred afford
And miseries we must ignore…

Down your deathwhisper stainglass dinner
Have some more

This world is burning
Burning, burning

No sense in fighting forward
Not with all the misty quickened glees we can’t afford

And the clock turns
And the world burns
And all the embers grow to ferns
And all the hearts of lovers yearn
To turn another day

And the rays of the sun
Will light the scape
With meanings and dreamings
And weavings of fate

And states will fall
As will it all
And every word unknown will call
The longing ears
Of distant years
Who knew that life is what it steers
Until they saw with nearer eyes
That even so-called wisdom dies

And so, and on, and forward too
Till all that’s left to make it through
Is but the wish first uttered when
The start of all the starts began

Oh human child
Oh adult might
Oh senior styled
Of inner light

Oh spinning lives on rock in space
With every manner peering face
Oh steering grace, if you should be
Help us least to grow and see
That even in these acid days
Of wearing all away, away

Even as the pillars fall
And stillness leaks from out it all
Even as the giants call
The crush of all they grew

Help us hear the hushing tones
Gushing when we’re all alone
Help us find the beauty grown
In everything still new

The luscious stain of painted rain
That pours from out her eyes

Can never wash away the pain
That painted her disguise