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She never let go
of that feeling,
a sacred
in-tune'ness
with the
inner-child

a saint, or guru
a refusal to
surrender

a beacon of light
she reminds
all those who
cross her

stronger than the gods,
and more present
than a monk

the core spiritual
ground
that may have been
forgotten

The higher the heaven,
the deeper the hell

tuning in,
to those who listen

The grandest illusion,
is afoot

a mind ripped free,
from tentacles
of parasitic
creation

A quaint cabin amidst pines
Gently tucked into the backdrop
Of modestly, snow covered mountains.
Echoes of unprompted elk cry’s bonded together
by the ever-present sound of rolling water

Inaudibly peering through the dirt stained window
Of this serenely placed cabin
Feeling a kiss of tender coolness
As your cheek touches glass

A sight of marbled walls
Which glisten with auras of green
As the sun peeked over the mountain
Floor covered in ruggedly thick black tar
while old pink gum disguised the ceiling

a shaky skeleton walked out of a closet,
as if to come and say hello
The sun tucked itself back behind the mountain
as if it suddenly grew tired of rising

Darkness embraced the scene,
then the shaky skeleton flipped a switch
Which caused colors of reds and greens
To re-embrace the terrain

The once green pines, now strangely red
The once blue sky, now strangely green.
Could this really be?

Grabbing the rusty doorknob
To enter the cabin
Turning it twice
To compensate for friction

Inside

A step into the black tar,
Leaving a shoe behind
As the shaky skeleton
Motions a laugh.
I know where I am
As the gum leisurely rains

I'm in my mind

Mystical explorer
of infinite
adventure

to go at it alone,
ah for in the end
alone is where
we are

find this mystery
a perplexing glance
at extraordinary
persistence

the Samurai of their
own kind

in the end,
all is you,
an all indeed
composed
of
you

find this essence,
the killer spirit
the immortal one

By saving the princess,
you save her kingdom

The brightest figure
upon a hill

gardens of summertime
dew
and creatures
of a thousand colors

blasted forth,
a gentle merging
of something higher
than nuclear
fission

from the depths of
her motes
and heights of
vibration

serve your anima,
so she be in your life
always

There's simplicity
in the animal
a precious essence
of purity

overly complicated
minds of
a billion
neurons
we, the evolved
obscure the
harmony
not only
externally
but within

fundamental joy
and innocence
we've fallen away
from

remember the sacred,
the child-like

keep it with you,
this remembrance
of the truest feeling

What would it look like,
if you asked yourself
what it is
that you truly
desire

a contemplative unlocking
of your further
understanding
alignment with
the spirit
that exists
inside

to seek the higher, and leave
the mundane,
to dream larger
than anyone
has

attain your goals
in an artful way,
you are yourself
and your unique
gifts,
will carry you
up

Thank you for keeping
the music alive

Target set in motion,
a distant objective
of pure meaning

a mission,
an endeavor
of which completion
is vital

follow not those temptations,
the lustful draw
although they be sweet
their destination is flawed

emptiness,
ah, the vacancy
a spiritual vacuum
of temporary highs
then silence

follow it not,
their fragrant hands
of saffron and lavender
not even a little
for their flowers
will quickly
perish

go towards love,
towards God,
as he is Love

forget not your identity
and your mission
only the strong will continue
and the strong
are very
few

She walks with a pretend mission; from meeting to work to play. No creative expression, just a stoney gaze.

To give, to jump,
to reveal fully
and offer up
a living
sacrifice

what deeper meaning is there?

Cast ingredients of
silent awakening
into a seed
of conscious energy

emerge from ocean depths
of deep blue
churning energy
into redwood stature

unite with light and the frequency  
that shatters,
disintegrates
any opposition

flow freely though life
cancel your subscription
to collective thoughts,
free yourself
from poisonous energy
and seek life

a yin and yang
two extremes
of the same pole

flip the rotate
and peer through
eternity

Respect for the depths,
those who dwell
in her midst

sharing the news of
suffering
in musical ways

sweet reminders
that you feel the same pain
as I

I am an outsider
who foresaw the day

the poetry changed

my spirit was sensed
in presence and stillness
a calmed version
of static reality

drifting deeper
into one vibration
a tone that carries us
away

Emit radiation upon
fourteen gazelles
in time the divine
conquers
the old
now come find light
dear children,
you know not
of where
it's been

angelic frequencies
carry my fingers
from key to key

free flow heart beat
made in time

Energy encapsulated
injected and transformed
into words
for as it were
the condensed
energy
of a higher
and higher
frequency,

that of all creation
and the entities

regard this rhythm,
a magical flow

within space,
an unknown limit

Enter the void,
and refresh from
outside of it,
escape the dark
grasp
of the one
who holds you
down

A glance into the tyranny,
nearer and nearer
the blackness
comes

avoiding spasms
of contradictory
patterns
splattered upon
the ideas
of a common
imagination

we trickle forth,
as the essence
of distant
eternity

dance upon the illusion,
a hatred for Mara
this ever-present
quest

unlock symphonies
of boundless praise,
a magic of thirty
thousand
angels

we venture on as
sacred explorers
conquering fear
as if it were
a mouse

orange morning light
and snow-flake ash

the taste of burnt manzanita    

fire to the north,
fire to the south
a valley enclosed
in uncertainty

apocalyptic sun
blotted out by
smoke,
a color just as beautiful
as it is eery

Challenge and crack through
concreted philosophies
of dead thought

resurrect life,
as a delicate
blossoming
of sun like radiance
and life
more radiant
than the moon

Stand up for life,
a tuned in frequency
that you once knew

He said to climb,
intensify your frequency
and dial it in
to absolute clarity

tune your frequency,
find those sweet notes
and make sure your words are right
with all those you reach

Oh,

to fall in love with a poet.

How strange it would be

writers of darkness who share their nonsense

in passionate form.

I'd fall in love with a poet

to dream with her

of what could be.

Oh to dream,

of one who understands me.

Is it you miss poet,

is it you

who understands me?

Reality's eternal beauty

exists.

Armageddon,
friend
why it's
here

fall

as

a

teardrop

into the essence
of rising
freedom

visions of birds
in colors
of elementary
parachute
spectrum

time and all its
perceived
variables
evaporate
into man-made
memory

a resurrection  
and revival
of nature's
ancient
beauty

delicate reminders
that feel as if
our world
had ended,

delicate,
is nature's
resurgence
and violent
the death
of an ego

cross playing melodies  
of midnight flare
and moonlight peace
visions of infinity
exist in a millisecond

I found my anima,
she wears cowboy boots

Was it the demon
who struggled to emerge
the entity or essence
I battled with

or was this energy,
my own soul?

who was it I wrestled,
this thing
that struggles
to
emerge

Suppressed, stifled
not listened to
something to be ignored
and repressed
as a
dangerous
dragon

though was I at war,
with my own essence?
an energy signature
unique to I,
the purest form?

Forgive me,
for I've sinned
against God,
and my own self

Let the soul emerge
into new life
a dusting off of
crushing dust

let it rise
because in it
is life

not an enemy,
though a whispering savior
and the tree of life
an ever-present friend
that of
a million lights

sit back and breathe,
remember your essence
and change your perception,
this is not an enemy
but a sacred and dear
guide into the infinite

blossom gently,
and rise rapidly
and don't fail
because this,
this,
is your mission.

fallen for the world
externally seeking
peace forgotten
a dreary storm

your voice resurrected
through stormy seas
a pure and
angelic honesty

full moon tides
of deep blue death
and white wash waves

your sound,
the light-house
of some long forgotten
feeling

Why is it that
the depths
reveal the greatest
insights

of oblivion,
into chaos
confrontation
with the
daemon

the verge of death
and all suffering
deeper,
deeper
we dive

touching the limit,
that between
life and
the end

a gentle spark
of a thousand suns
the ignition
of something so powerful
it's silence
and light

obliteration of all that is
a welcoming white room
a familiar place
where we all
reside

A reach into transcendence,
a remembrance
of the mystical

some place
from long ago
that resonates
with the purest
fabric
of all that is

a trickling down,
and simplifying
of all that matters
and all that will
become

find this melody a delicate dance
of uncertainty
a gentle flow
of all the
amazing

find this flow,
the replicable code
that transmutes
structure

a deep dive into
depths
of oblivion
those in which
that give rise
to order

Have awareness
in life's pursuits
know the doors
that lead to fruit

A garden of lies
and wolves around
beware the desire
of material lusts

money, praise, holes and cars
millions, houses or vacation

Blue pools
of shimmering tide
swirl gently
upon white sand

Sun-struck scales
of coral creatures
reveal hints
of galactic beauty

find your method
and just live it
you are free now
so enjoy it

A tale of a foe,
and the one
of pure light

Befriended by a bond,
one more universal
than the last

Enlivening energy,  
a blessing for all
a sacred capsule
one of all
my
effort

take this bliss,
this energy
of combustion

require it as
life force
and drink it in
as a sweet
nectar

why try to dominate,
something so magical

You are nature,
absolute and pure

let us not forget
who we truly are

To worship the beauty
and all that's good
splendor
of delicate
electricity
and wonders
of sparkling
oceans

depths of constant
survey
and vibrations
of the higher,
for all this
that consciousness
of the
fruitful

ascend into new
plains
where the
metaphysical
is all there is
a beautiful understanding
and embracing
of your control
over reality

bring forth your new era,
one of abundance
and success
let this grace guide you
a delicate bridle
of truth

Is it their fault
for being unworthy of respect?

Or is it our own,
for not respecting them?

Adjust your world vision,
to the right view
see beauty in everything
and not chaos
echo consciousness
throughout eternity

run, run, run
dear truth seeker,
keep your mouth shut
and be vigilant

...

Unravel lavender rolls of
galactic neon rugs
and crisscross  
high lighter
unchained replicas
of nature's black universe
unwind the tight-knit mind
that society gave us

a retired leopard
of spots that radiate sun
from what jungle are you?

warmth to red
and quickly fading
reality
this is death,
fellow soldier

enlighten life,
fall time lanterns
of fleshly glow
breathing life
into heart beat
patterns

the time is now,
program, control, re-wire
circuitry soldered  
into electrocution's
infinity  

I learned from the Redwoods
meditation,
peace with life
and absolute confidence
I repel fire and live long
contend me,
a ghost of no face

The body decays,
because the spirit has gone

A caribou tripping on sh-rooms

A lonely poet
casts a line
into the sea

for what is it sir,
you are fishing?  

for inspiration,
I suppose

Oh yeah,
I've still got poetry

An old man in blue suspenders
gazed down at his wife
who had just slipped away
in this hospital

Her last breath was taken
at 2152, documented by doc’s writing
what started with chest pain
ended in this dimly lit room

The old man looked up at me
gravity pulled a tear to his shoe
I blinked, the room began to spin

The old man
in blue suspenders
then calmly said,

"As I look down at her wrinkled face
and thin lips,
I can vividly remember the day
our friendship began

Her eyes were full of life
her red lips plump,
her smile made my heart
brew emotions that wouldn’t pass

We talked about these things
that made life seem so right

She was my best friend.

Now here lies her peaceful face
washed away and pale
death has finally taken her
as it will me

But those moments,
those moments of life
the bliss and her youth
live on immortally

she’s still there in my mind
that young girl,
with fire in her eyes."

Waves of bliss
and rain
we get met with
remembrance
of all the same

feelings,
like the wind
they permeate
the fabric
of all
we know

glimpse at the serenity
the time drops
of infinite
we've found a place
far from where
the angels reside

stillness in essence
on meaning in word,
the most powerful
capsule
of true nature

delicate soundwaves
of permanence
all that remains
is all that goes

to fight is to lose
and to surrender,
is to live

Whether God be emptiness,
a blind and empty void

Or God be himself,

You can acknowledge
that there exists

a creative force

Sat upon clay colored cushions
In the breadth of foreign land
two young men and a boy
listen in,
to Spanish TV

Mosquitos hover intently
upon warm humid air
lowering to replenish
with itchy precision

Flowery aromas,
of fruit-scaped hills
pour through parted Windows
of 13 glass panes  

a white sock and a black sock
the moment feels the same
still typing
trying to find,
my purpose here

I like it
when the world is
calm

stable,
as nature is

with direction and purpose
no confusion
in the air

You forgot the core meaning
the deeper truth
in why we do
what we do

A vital ingredient,
the foundation of
life
to develop and grow
into our
fullest potential

like the redwood tree,
and the poppy
the huckleberry bushes
and the bobcat

why aren't you on track?

sitting around hoping,
dreaming and sinning

cease the day takes on
a different meaning
as in each day,
your opportunity
for growth exists

wake up!

Actualize the life you desire,
make your wisdom true
grow as a redwood
and reach the sky

I listened to the Rasta,
the Monk
and the Buddha
I listen to Christ
and all his Angel's
I listen to the voice
of the Anima,
her glistening beauty

The elemental wisdom of the Natives,
I hear
and those from the past,
settlers,
the sailors
the children

To the teachers,
of materialist
literature

I listen to the music,
the air
and the trees

The gentle whispers of the creek,
and a blaring car alarm

Voices are plenty, and the only truth
is all
all of them, and all as one
some simple reality
behind the veil
of the many