We are only at the threshold
as humanity we stand , teetering on the edge , a fork in the road , what does 50 years away look like?

Every mind , body and soul counts - creating our collective reality , we all matter much more than we currently stand for , under the bulging , bulbous stench of dictational media, our priorities rest on worn out laurels and a crumbling podium stretched out into the abyss of ego

how many people can smile due to an action you make today?

currently my standing is at 2, but i hope to make that at least 15 by the end of the day

the silent songs to croon me to sleep , the voiced heart of hearts that i saw you in and the lumiouns nights that fell apart in open sighs and drifting moons on crashing tides and sleepless nights full of worry. Sing me awake.

A note: Notice what feeling, if any, arise when reading the writing in-between the stars, let it breathe and keep that feeling or no feeling until a new one arises. - Saeng-Fah *

the tickling smile that only ever , ever appears on the corner of lips * Don’t lose your head , we’re all mad in here.

Sumptuously deliciously mad.

* the last , late rainstorm, unexpected, a long time after the rainy season had ended *  The signs are just so queer…like nothing you’ve imagined,

* the slight intrigue that feels familiar * before, it had seemed that there was no tomorrow or yesterday…* the look …well it’s almost too good to be true, because there isin’t.

Swimming in the water all you can do is float. There is no time to build to that point where there is acceptance, like the time right now. That all we have is time, all we create, all we collide into is the time we make.

creepy guy, standing at the street corner, writing rhymes under the street lamp, who you thought was an ax murderer as you walked by* All we spiral out of makes more, of whatever we built time with last time that’s fo sho!!

dips his hat at you as you pass by, the night all of a sudden get’s serious but stop making it and start feeling it, well then…

* the sigh of the wind ripples a stalk of wheat, where a ladybird sits, she has 16 spots, all around her spreads a field of yellow wheat ablaze in the afternoon sunlight. Under the Oak tree sits the french boy from downtown Paris, he softly strums the guitar as he hears the drumbeat. Beyond the tree lies the open Savannah, the planes where we run wild, where we run free, two by two, i’ll be the crow or will you be the fox? Never mind dear, we’ll be a mixture of the two. Slip in and out of each others forms. I don’t even know who’s who anymore, or where i put that last potion…ahh which one was it?….ahh After several hours of delay , and drinking coffee from the stand where there was a guy who smelt like tacos and several types of salsa, our gate was finally opened it was the smoke from the caterpillars lips….

Now we’ve arrived here, we may as well just stay… It’s the *cough scenic route. *cough

It seems that i return to places and faces
i once saw with different eyes to see the different ways of seeing
London , Krungtheap seem almost alien upon return
from another land
This , i suspect is the essence of travel , slow paces relaxation is the task , is the quest
on , on  , on leaving imprints of emotion in every place
picking up new ways of feeling of believing , of hearing

shedding , malting , unraveling - traveling whilst sitting still with those loves, found in the dimmest of dim , those who shed light on the opaque din that enveloped the ears and melted wax into the drums to clear out the cobwebs of old webs left undone who move in the physical realms
touchdown , landing
meet me at the place where we met , this vibration calls me without a doubt to your home , to your house where i'll turn up at the door with a bottle of wine

you can choose where we dine !

Room 14 with the starfruit tree and pink blossoms out front and a Sala perfect for dances
Stargazing and rain dances
In the shadows of mother in the hearts of others
i found the beat , the movements of time and space co - create
I am part of the convoy to welcome in the rains of spiritual nourishment , for myself included

What better place than black sanded temples of resistance and Art Cafe's with deep sea explorers as their musical accompaniment
Searching for secret beaches only to find temple forests ,  vast cliffs of vast air and vast sea playing with the light that rains down in sheets to the ocean floor , refracting into golden hues of deep blue , white froth and aqua

Finally a beach , packed to the brim

expectation killed the cat

Perceptions are relative,
lives in lives
start at twists of fate , one moment too late ,
one too early
open the doors
No matter which way it may seem , crudely put as good and evil

harmony strums from both

Nothing but made up sorrows! Encased in the ignorance of *** for tat reality!
Every second is different , that is the beauty of it
I present to you a new fangeled idea! You've seen the PAST
you've heard about the instant FUTURE , but

a special today , really really sumptuous , the PRESENT !

Subject to change- constantly

LOve
Ve
E
drips like sugar water into the once heavy womb of my heart space , the energetic debris from tsunami waves , the riptide pulling in layered insides revealing prayers materialized
dreams actualized, work finalized  , pieces fit together in the most miracles i've seen in so short a time

Living our reincarnate lives, within this one , the unraveling tendencies of parallel  realities that merger in the spiders fresh spun web of glittering pearls
just like the Buddha said , are we not all Buddhas too?

meat machines being driven by holy spirits no less ,
angels in plain clothes
third eyes expose the truth behind every face
a feathered friend sends messages and the constellations of cloudscapes aid in delivery , soft wind , hard wind ,
fire reduces all to ash ,
some flowers bloom only after a forest fire

forever are the courses running closed , to be in their eternal mind a fool to think things end
they only ever stop to start again,
finish to begin
anew afresh
thunderous rains slap at the pavement from the 15th floor
sheets are seen
moving in their own cyclonic storm whirls
nevermind the sky scrapers or monorail
hit hard at the concrete creepers scaling the air

less a jungle more mountain chain of robotic tendencies

sleeping pill
on sleeper trains overnight to andaman adventures
or on bus rides to and fro to mountain heavens
naps in car rides to taxi number of 411 and 611

awake for the sunrise only to sleep through the day , lazy beach walks
spent weeks in hammocks that bleed
family tree spreading down the roots have been found

peace to the world
is peace in the now
peace is won , my friend the doldrums do end
the pacific shores rise east and west surface
marvel a glass marble containing clouds swirls and tropical flowers
balloons float skywards
no choice but to let them float , and flow
with the change of pace , the change of place , forge on ahead
forging the sword in the fire flames cut the hair
change the name
invent a new game
play old games
if you dare

they have are old and friendly , they wise
to know the place that is truly home , can't choose your family but then they are just old friends

pressure breaks eventually
patience
patience
patience

WHERE the black bird grows brown wings ,
sunlight streams through the tree's like fresh lime juice
WHERE the seamingly seamless seams of time's cosy blanket slip and slide like jelly on plate
Simple pleasures of butterfly wings and fallen feathers
So it will be ,
whatever it will be

Skips in linear time , allow glimpses to past present future in the now , safe in the bear hug of universes subtle touch

ludicrous , how humble i feel , for all the love i have received from all i meet and all i greet
awake before my alarm , to re-dream of the merging mind and body collide and sink into the endless bubbling brook

my share , of the bounty , harvesting the plenty , living in eternity within human form or without

**** this
**** that , **** it all , i am eloquent when i speak and when i write so why is profanity rude?
tell me , if i was a guy would this be different ? am i meant to stick to some code , of rules that dictate how i share myself ? how i share my words or my body or my mind or my soul or what , is it because i'm young? or is it because you think i'm trying to ****** you? did i write this peace for you? primarily , i wrote this peace for me , for me ages 7, 6 , 5 , 14, 16 , 67 , 56 , 43 , 23 , 22 , 89, 900, 10

the girl who grew into a woman not knowing a father , having to be her own , and from experience how hard that is , how alone you become , how closed i became , i become let me tell you , this is it :

I am my own , i trust , in myself enough to be able to make choices about who and what i want to ****

because , to me , it's not just a ****, or not just a kiss, or not just a lip synching , heart racing moment of pure unadulterated bliss because if i touch you like that , it means that this is some form of love , ****** attraction is energetic and why define the love that is bolder than the stars , why hide it?

i don't mean to be crude but it's true , i've ***** footed around the topic,
but this is the father i saw ,

and maybe i'm not so eloquent when it comes to feelings but let's be frank ,
nothing compares to the electric field created when we touch

we touch in the rips in space and the rips in time and rips in all the words that don't rhyme , the misses , the hits , the highs , the lows , the missing link , the found , the soft inside the hard and the lost inside the found - i can feel you , the wounded healer

undone

unsure how to heal own wounds , a wounded healer on the run , until eternity's sunset rises

fatherless , our collective society took on this crucial role but counter balanced by a mother who knows her stuff and is loving but tough and clear but clean and who showed me hurt so i needn't be hurt so much , yeah ,

that combination along with the cultural deluge in my veins
it ain't vain to take care of the emotional realm - sort through **** so one may move on ,

and yeah change takes time so peace , peace until the liner merges with the rest , patient child,

not everyone can feel like you do , it's too much sometimes
you'll be fine , just breathe and do what you want to , you can't go wrong your heart is too strong

rest easy , you've done nothing wrong , it's all on the way
shhh , sleep now , sleep and when you wake the world will still be here , bright to greet you again , the love doesn't have to end - and when the time comes he won't let you go , watch for the look
it's in the body but manifests as

a wink

Laying down the law of how I react,
Each verse in tune to the universal drumbeat but the thing about
No longer strange the way that miracles occur on a day to day basis

Meditation extends beyond the lyrics
Beyond the sitting still and coming to a peace
Certainly it starts at that but where it ends well depends when one defines
The ending of the meditation
An alternative , alter , degree of difference , meaning to medition could be seen as a conscious act of thinking , but that does not mean there are limits or borders to the edges of the known in fact it extends beyond into the daily uncertainties that flow

Foolish atrocities line our mothers womb and the simple pleasures become lost in fear of life and the only way we know how to counteract that kind of pain is fear , a confused kind of fear
One of distaste and eventually ignorance , ignorance is bliss they say
Well I say it’s not ,just that , I’s ignorance can be hindering , to ignore the mission is the wonderful to breathe in the restraints of feeling as if there has to be an emotion for everything , a deep attachment that clings to the very surging’s of the soul and go open


Open the Pandoras box, of a place so called shame , and see who is waiting there , try the door marked locked because who knows what’s inside , try the bathwater before you step in you might get hot you might see that the mosquito bites are actually just a test to see if you can resist the stress if you can slide past the friction into the aspects of tests that eliminate the need to be greedy into each dead unto each  creed

I hail from the land you call Thai , oh but there’s my Hatian side , tu parle francais? Well I wouldn’t know what to say but I’m French, my accent will tell you I could make a good brew but that’s the highland fence

What’s wrapped up in your DNA? Stories from a bygone age ,
What’s wrapped up in your psyche? Whole worlds that I can not see

I have information channeling in from the past through my DNA
i am an open portal to receive the teachings of ancient tantric left hand paths ,
my mother accepted her teaching from an aged midwife with no daughter , she taught her the power of intuition and the secret ways to move between realms without being detected

And this teaching is so secret that only now do i see the lessons,
She wove them into games we played and how she dressed herself , held herself
I run quickly with the tumbling lessons falling out of pasts giant lips painted in the sunset sky ,
i can read the clouds for messages , they never fail , the moon too sends her cool wisdom
i can read people quickly and see through to their highest self , but it takes energy so i must cultivate myself

i am a garden and flowers burst through my skin and out from behind my eyes wild roses grow , to fall into the pit of my stomach and be burnt by the roaring sun inside
after a while the alchemical process subsides and i distill the free magic scent
from which i add a whiff or two to my wrists before i leave home , this is a protection shield of the highest order

take heed if these words talk to your soul , because then you will know i have a message to deliver

The collision of two planes will destroy both ( metaphysically) giving rise to a merged existence that holds qualities of each parent,
yet,
totally new aspects from our current mentalities , thus the cycle can only be compleated when we are ready , each one will find their own turn and preahps a path they would do well to learn is the path of the soul , mind and body

The collapse of ridged belief systems and debt binders ( physically) will mark the border lines , the doldrums where the weak are prayed upon like a pastor dishing out blessings to the congregation

And my friend , in amongst the mess there will be those who would do well to lead you astray , hold fast , as long as you know your own heart the ripples will only fuel you instead of decay

We are speeding up to convergence , can you feel it?

5 worlds across , we still met
67 worlds to the left and you are the teacher
1 world to the right my teenage companion
4 worlds north and you are the heart friend
16 worlds south a shield made from wisps of whiffs entwined in the musky perfume, i know all too well , because it is mine
9 worlds east and 2 doors in, the fireplace fills the not so smoky room, it feels like red wine or mint lemonade
18 worlds down and the cave left especially for you , when the travels get to- too rough remains yours
As far as i can feel to the infinite worlds around , you never made that plane

As far as i can feel we embody the divine
As far as i can feel we can only love in time ,
As far as the free bird flies and the crows with brown wings sit with turtle doves and sizzling bluejays alike i will resonate in your vibes

Hold Still, i'm at loss for words
i know them , they are abused and left alone and does it **** you as it kills me to know that i have to wait , i have to wait , even if the time is relatively short and there is work to do , i have to wait? As if the eons were not enough , as if the chalk had turned to rust and the cheese to lines on blackboards dripping with the stink of fatigue but i can not sleep , i must hold steadfast to the beat , i must hold steadfast to the call , i can not falter at all

Yeah the portal closed only to open , but no one told me that it was me until the deed was done and indeed to see the rising of the sun, but my wish came true i got to spend a night with you

next time , please , please just look me in the eye and tell me , you are not coming back for some time and i'll be fine , just don't lie to me to escape the wrenches on my pulsating heart because they tighten not on flesh but on soul and they leave me with the memories of love gone cold
so i speak nothing but truth , i cry tears of corrosive fears and release the pent up tension

Thank you for keeping me awake, for opening some doors, perhaps, next time we'll explore some more

But when can i wake with you everyday and know that i won't have you torn away because i'm strong enough to withstand the constant barrage of energy spiraling in cosmic serenity
Oh i can channel it through so not just you , but everyone who needs illumination can sip at the fountain of youth and never lose their imagination but i don't know how many more times i can leave you and have my soul shaken , no more baby , no more

We've been apart for long enough , is that enough space for you to touch? Even if you need more know i will grit my teeth and grow some more,

i know now , there is no depth that my soul will not plunge for you and you wanted my heart on a page , here are scars to prove it , i go by the name Kali , i'll be your one woman army

No, there is nothing quite like

the unadulterated scenes of politicians

as they scream,

like children, when lightning flashes.

Playground politics rule

our great nations!

Beware of pickpockets, in our city streets

dark and bleak

no smile shines here,

why have hope when the trade off is fear?

Don’t get me wrong, not everyone is mean

How should i put it…

Some are just keen?

So steal from the rich to give to the poor

refuse to accept

that new passed law

offering free ice-cream, in the House of Commons

be sure to read the sign:

We don’t serve commoners.

strength is found in

places

faces

and it graces

haphazardly the weak

and meak

in their hour of need,

not to be mistaken for greed.

iI don’t wanna fix you , I wanna heal you as you heal me Inadvertanly , we do it anyway because we are happy I wanna feel you , as you feel me I wanna know you as I know me I wanna touch you , on metaphysical planes And see the star’s shine out of your *** , as you see mine Fly with me, my love , fly with me to the unkown lands where time hold no power Where the flower is preserved in the desert mist And the animals are small and the trees are big Where penguins live on land and zorros hunt I’ll keep you warm in the winter nights so we can fall asleep at sunrise Or maybe tonight we’ll get to bed before twelve and see sunrise instead And salute the sun with our yogic bodies Lets see the town built on the hillside , precious gems of house, stand blue and pink , perhaps we can walk the cobbled streets and stop for a drink; in the stand up bar sipping coffee or whisky who knows how far We can travel the lands by plane or by car Lets hold hands as we stare at the galaxies underbelly in a desert where there has never been rain We’ll welcome in the water to the dry drought that’s awashed our planet, They say We are emerging from a mini ice age , that is a drought of warmth, of love, of feeling Some call it the Kali Yunga either way they prohacised this Lace like web is splendid for all to see , all to share Lets build a world for us where we can care Lets make a business of our happiness and smile: Smile at your smile so you can smile at mine , endless smiles Until I kiss your soft lips as the rains fall and we don’t mind getting wet at all I remember you said you hadn’t met anyone who didn’t mind getting wet like that , or something along those lines and how time flies Our futures collided the day we met , infact we’ve been waiting for this we’ve been building for this , if we had met any sooner any later there wouldn’t have been a chance in hell , we needed each other then more than ever And so we answered the call and prehaphs that can be our greatest contribution our humble contribution to this revolution , the full cycle Our love child I feel like with you , my future could never be dim , traveling whilst sitting still Evoking the unkown in our hip hugs and our last hugs I wonder if anyone else has felt this before? The great wonders we’ve found at the shores of lust and the shores of greed and the shores of plentiful need Will you heal the world with me? We will heal what we can and no more For me , that is plenty

Dearest Victoria ,

you enquired so, we have:

Listing the problems from her front teeth to the back molars, Winston sat with her back to the mirror

She had bad eyesight so couldn’t really see the contours of her face but was comforted by the fact that there was another person in the room ,

Down stairs Q was making cakes ,

the outfit she wore had enough diamonds to drown a drag queen , some ended up in the cake , along with the usual ingredients : ***** , fluff from under the stairs , a pinch of cremation dust from her Pa’s last fake funeral , the end of a shoelace that had begun to fray and very good quality butter Hard to find in these parts, Most the butter was mixed in with genetically modified jaguar pelt,

modified to grow their pelt as butter, the farmers would attach buckets to their bodies and collect as they malted

This was the latest trend, Q despised it , she made cakes for the café up the road , a dingy old shack with only four stools and one type of coffee, sludge

Out in the garden Sarah Whitely grew her carrots, alongside her parsnips and next to that stood an oak tree who rained down her wisdom onto the veg ,

this made sure that everyone in the house was stocked up with their daily doses of Wisdom ,

Otherwise they were sure to get sick without it ,

I believe in your world , you’d call it something a bit like vitamins ,

Only as one ate the carrots their eyesight into other universes would develop

And the parsnips helped them with their imagination,

I like eating mine with thai tea caramel sauce, shipped in from the faraway land of JAUL , there I hear they don’t need to eat anything but pastries and pizza to keep up their health , they live in amongst wise trees with wise people and wise mountains , thus their capacity for wise is already overflowing, they keep it in jars under the stairs and gift their visitors with at least 3 jars before they depart ,

From across the valley I can see the Snarls house, they are friendly enough and pretty decent fellows but quite honestly they must learn to be a little more understanding and a little less demanding ,

they keep on borrowing all of our rolling pins and never give any back , and the ones they do give back are the ones I don’t really mind them having , it’s that silver one with the flecks of gold dust I really want to use, the gold flakes onto the pastry , that

my dear friend, is the secret to a good quiche, gold dust

The market is 19 kl away , john the Baptist is often the first up , so he goes out there on the solar bike ,

his name isn’t really john the Baptist but ever since he had that motorbike accident he , firstly , switched to solar bikes , and secondly decided that he wouldn’t live any more of his precious life being called Barry McWetsulf ,

anyway, so John does all the shopping but seems to almost always forget the washing powder that doesn’t foam , ergh , the foaming ones contain maggot eggs that burrow into your clothes and before you know it , the foam is all maggots and you’ve got to buy a new cloak ,

that’s a pain you know ,

they aren’t easy to come by anymore Since the hobbits passed through and bought all of he stockpiles up ,

no one thought to make any more

We heard they were dead

(sigh)

supply and demand eh?

Who am i? Ah I forgot, I am the local fortune teller ( that’s what is written on my business card ) but I really I trained in mechanics and have a knack for fixing jumbo jets , sadly the last one I fixed did crash into the Indian Ocean ,

killing all passengers but the dog survived, turns out I had left the last piece of the engine at home, I thought we just didn’t need it anymore

but ya live and ya learn old chap!

So dear, you didn’t put a return address on your letter asking who I was and where I live , so I wrote you one anyway , we do have signal boosters here , maybe I’ll catch you on the airwaves?

Your Friend , Trustee , Peaceful Neighbour , World dweller , Life consumer , time creator , music maker , nebula fornicator

HaHa

Explorations of the unknown , fruits quite delicious.

Little drops of perfume that

explode in fairytale mysticism.

What film are we in now…..or shall we write it ourselves?

Lets dance the salsa in robes and sunglasses.

What?

What is that you say?

All the roads are one now?

Old children? Paradox?

I think so but then   those are the most fun of all

The spaced out interplay inside of intersections

That wind to the mountain floor and up again to volcanic shores

Cloud forests , cloud atlas , clouds messengers of the dawns ,

I hear a storm is coming , didn’t we say this before?

The dawn is already upon us , we think we’re waiting , we’ve been playing for months

Well hidden , well hidden , we don’t got no tracking devices but the markers of time that are the rising of the sun and the falling of the stars from space swirls near and far

Closer than the nearest galaxy but not as far as Sirius B

With wings that fly by night , the tips burn orange , the shades turn a musky blue , dipping into the silver water the enclosed shoulders

Harbor secrets yet,

Until we meet again my fair friend , again is right now

The full stop is redundant as there never is a full stop , you don’t have to try to decipher what I’m insinuating with my punctuation , there is no deeper meaning to it apart from my keyboard broke

But, then I decided that it could mean something more , that is the core

Nothing ever starts with a meaning we just add more! There is no meaning to this life , but there is a quest, no not a test but a quest



Mine I figured is in my smile  , my ability to weave together the nonsense into sense by calling the sense nonsense and serving the ball back over the net to sense who bats it back with a sharp backhand to nonsense who hits way out to the field beyond, hitting meaning on the head, poor meaning , meaning to have a quiet  nap under the plum tree , sorry! Screams nonsense or was it sense?



Either way , the quest has lead me here , the ultimate quest to make sense out of the nonsense that is my self

Hmmm self , hmmm self, hmm; well it was always going to be self on the highest  shelf  next to the cookie jar,

Oops can’t keep my hands out of the mess that we call blessed or taboo



Lets meander down that avenue for a while and taste the delights of forbidden fruit

Not a melon or a dragon fruit , nor is it a kiwi , infact I shouldn’t think it’s a fruit at all

Far too litteral although they are good for your body

How about for the mind , I feel like my body functions better without the excessive consumption of meat and milk does make me ****

Oops toilet talk , is that rude? I never got that, we all burp and **** and belch and **** and **** and flake off dead skin cells all day long but you never hear anyone complian “ excuse me Jones, but I did just inhale your dead skin cell” well silly moo , you’ve just inhaled jones’s and about everything you can’t see with your very eyes in that last lungfull



So you see, to me why waste time on silly buggers like swear words, change the meaning of them if it offends you so , who said that all the words have to stay the same? Really are we that stagnant ? didn’t some dude shakespere invent a ton of new sayings and no one questioned him! In fact we still use his words now, I’m sure they all thought he was bonkers, but then I guess the queen said it was cool



Hmm , queen bee , not unlike the popular kids at an out lawed place called school , dictating her orders through her minions – my definition of minions : cute slaves



The same story played out over and over well I wonder why , if we only see what others like and refuse to explore the unknown in our own right? Perhaps we just didn’t realize there was an option not on the tick list



Can I write like this

wItH aLl mY lEtTeRs FuNkY , is that not still writing ?

what?

What is that you say? What am I talking about? Am I rambling again?

Right

Back to my main point



I really like tea and I really like smiling and I really like laughing until I cry do you?

Here is a funny story:



The 3rd most watched video on a very highly esteemed newspapers website was a  low quality video of a monkey swimming in a pool , this ranked higher than a man being force fed through the nose – this is the kind of thing us humans are apparently really good at

No, not swmming silly,

Torture,

But that’s not the funny part , the funny thing is that one time my friend Paul went bowling and he saw a woman wearing a shell suit, she had a monkey polishing her bowling ***** and when she hit a strike he would clap, he also wore a matching shell suit , safe to say , it was an odd sight



Well maybe you just had to be there



But I like that , I like the ridiculousness we have created

Bowling allies and chicken and chip shops , buses , gallaries , houses , shoes , ice cream , microscopes , bath mats ,  fake ***** for children to **** their fake formula while we steal all the milk from a very much alive conscious mammal who proberbly wanted to give that milk to her baby



Ya’know stuff like that



I like it because it reminds me of what we can create , and the true power each one of us holds, because somebody came up with the idea to make high heels that **** up your back and someone came up with idea of cars that are nice to take drives in with music , someone came up with a portable music player , someone came up with the idea for a train! And then someone else built it !!!!!



I mean , come on! But the best thing I like to marvel at is nature, because no one really came up with nature , nature just kinda happened

That’s the best mystery of them all  an open ended mystery is like a really good open ended question

Sweet lips encrusted in sugar from the hot doughnuts at the steam fair.
Baked in the dusty sunshine of an August afternoon in North London.
I would roam these streets from childhood into adulthood,
Drinking £2,50 wine at bus stops only to get thrown out of the pub for illusionary bathroom shots
Our real crime? Being too young.

Since then, i have drunk Spanish manzanilla in an old tobacco store room
Transformed into a house where wafts of old book smell mingling with the scent of baked terra cotta and lemon trees sweeps down dark corridors revealing hidden gems of traveled souls.
Where there are streets that belong to Phoenician women , Arab traders , Christian crusaders and now the Spanish folk
All these names we go by , yet still human we stand

Up on roof tops, smoking sneaky roll ups to the elegance of storks
Building nests on church domes and castle walls
Monuments to remind the future
Graffiti on the natural landscape , the ruins read " we waz ere"

From shores of the Atlantic to shores of the Atlantic
Brooklyn rises
The night bus to eat pizza alarmed me
How were the buses so different ?
London's told you where you were
New York's Made you suss it out for yourself
In the company of a Father i hardly knew and the Mother of my new sibling
Child ,
Who will you become ?
Shaped by the contrast of your parents skin , your curled hair yet to emerge from fresh formed follicles
Rest easy ,
This world Ain't so harsh

I found God at the bottom of a bowl of noodles
Simply sitting there , lazing about as i licked my lips of the residual chillies and sugar
I deal in the order of paradoxes
Born by the sea only to grow up in the 'so called' luxury of the cities jungle
Although, resting now in the moon soaked mountain air ,
no city can compare, to the fragrance of flowers that bloom and scent only for those who brave the night

I used to be afraid of the dark ,
Now i make love with it.

Till the sky doth lighten
And the mist does well to rise,
I’ll be yours

12/27/12

The tree’s don’t sleep at night

they photosynthesize , by moonlight.

Leaves drink in the cool wise light

And give off dreams of softly fading starlight



Whispers of secrets , monthly unfurl

A single blossom falls at new moon

Hurtling to the ground, awake before noon

Ever noticed? The very word has the circle

Curled up in the centre , twice to make sure we remember , two full cups , not one.



Geko’s slip off old skins

And the croaking frog adds to the din

As thunder rolls in

Triggering the dogs bark

Guardian of the stark naked couple

Asleep in their parallel worlds

Together under the umbrella of ambient lighting

Not the natural kind either

But a shameless copy of pure sunlight

That emenates when their bodies collide

On the material plane.



Astral visions lead the way to headquarters

The address? Fax? Phone number?

I’m afraid you’ll have to dial again ,

Unless you’ve meditated on the vibration of emancipation

Then you would already know, you are already there

Doors are open , for those who care to try

No lock on this baby ,

Ain’t no safe to play safe

We bask in our humble glory

Under the shores on undulating tides

Rhythmic pulsations

no where to hide

The emanations come from within,

Without , a shadow of a doubt



There is a war coming , infact we’ve already been fighting for decades

Just like the change of winds, nature knows her stuff

Tip the seeds too soon and you’ll end up with a field full of fluff

But just in time and a harvest with enough to reduce every super market shelf to dust

Even though they already stock that kinda stuff

Clean up on Aisle 4, Aisle 3 , Aisle 2 , Aisle 1

Return the purchase , we’ve discovered the ****

In the cake

And we found the frog in the salad,

At least their habitat is intact

Or did you think I was still talking about the shops?