My name is Kepec
I see
I see the mountains and the trees
     as a Holy Place created by the Great Father
     put here for  me to live in and enjoy
Ever since I was a young boy I have felt
     as one with the land and sky and rivers
     but I see  people as dreams
They listen and do whatever I say
     they know I would never lie to them
Why should I lie to a dream?
I tell them when to plant seeds
     when the rains will come
     where to find fruits
     and when to pick them
     and when to sacrifice
     a hundred slaves
I see dreams killing dreams
They clean and cook the bodies
     and they eat
I eat only the fruits and grains
What use would it be
     to eat a dream?

"Kiss"


Kiss the angel scented silence
       open mouth

one step calls a mountain
i kiss your lips for free
you kiss me back again
our love is depthless seas

kneeling behind a grave stone
smiling for the pictures
hahahahahahaha

knock and the door
   shall be opened
my knuckles are ******

what is felt but
   not spoken
my knuckles are ******

"L"

Lately leisure
wafts liberally
with calming lotus
and lucid lyre.

look at that
look at that !
nice toe

the mindless bog
monster of dreams
eternal as hope

volumes of fresh tobacco
with no rolling papers -
potato pipe

"Leading The Race"


Blind man mumbling words spill out profusely
Gobs of self importance stroked lovingly
To life in the present world only dead
To eternity minus a speck they
Won't be missed a form in the emptiness
Of sense satiation mind candy habit soul
Prison just the same as grief music drugs
Pain excitation's in all there sopo
Haze leading the race to nowhere with passion

"Learning"


                    Through the years and upon the bones of those
                    Who have gone before we build our world, and
                    Now have attained such heights that to our
                    Curious view appears the hoarded wealth of ages
                    Bound in the written word. For time upon time
                    The mind of man has sought to name the shapes
                    And forms that touch the sense, but dim with fault
                    We have brought forth countless laws and rules
                    Of thought that see the world and man as separate.
                    Lost along this errant path to wisdom
                    We have wandered far amongst the noxious weeds
                    And humanly we see the here and now
                    As truth. Dynamically our wills resist
                    The pains of change, and slowly do we move
                    Towards a clearer way. Knowledge is born
                    Of the constant struggle of force with force
                    And the foremost force impacting is ourselves.
                    From day to day our contacts with the various
                    Traits of nature, and aspects of humanity
                    Stirs within our hearts the answers to their
                    Conquest. And its this involvement of the self
                    In the activity of life which is
                    Our true and only source, of learning.

"Learn or Else 1"



I must learn
To let things be
Wrong
Or else
I must learn
To live life
Blind

I must learn
To let others be
Different
Or else
I must learn
To hate them
Always

"Let Them Touch Our Hearts"

There are things unstoppable by man
That will haunt us if we let them.

The ailing men and women, in ill and broken bodies.
Wanting to speak and walk, wanting to see and do,
But bound to disordered flesh, continuously.

The quiet men and women, unaware we think,
Yet maybe not. Sane or insane, or asleep,
They lie there in their bodies, breathing slowly.

The legion men and women, lost in tortured worlds.
Living hells of thought darkly shaped by nature,
Or by nurture, or willfully self imposed.

Let us let them touch our hearts with fire
'Till we scream out in love to the One who is there,
"Please, please, come and help them!"

Then, while waiting, let us do what we can.

"Life's Blood"

God
Do not take this from me
Help me deal with it

"Light"

To you space traveler
I sing praise.

Awareness freshly dawns
On this poor-mumbling simpleton
And your hidden quality shines
Into the depths of soul.

Touching me with essence
Shaped a million years away
You connect my self
With the burning infinity.

"Listening"



The rain sounds like heavy
                  snow flakes
          in January
                 at
             twenty below

"Little Tibet Shade Tree"


Little Tibet shade tree
Under sitting am i
A fantasy in mind
True reality buried
In compulsive reflexive avenues
Travailed again and again
Like speech flowing
And legs walking
The self appears then disappears
And re-appears
To brains karmic rhythm manifest
Unto every each their own
Generated light stuff
Transformed

long long ago

give me a sixlet baby
i'll give you a 5 some x 2

you look at what you look at
i look at the stars
both essential minds of people
we are

a song of joy or sadness
traveling in time
there is a moment of dying
we are

"Looking"


Neanderthal looking at fire
       dreaming jets
Sits stunned        numb
       where to step step step?
And when and how!
       Sentient life paralysis
Is me now
       common conscious form

Lost in the metaphor we cry acid
Tears that sear our rendered thought flesh self face
Cursing the pain we bleed this that them they
And throw away the dream source out to indefinite
Realms of consciousness breeding anguished error
Naturally as falling off a
Heaven

words words words
   heard them all my life

just reflections in my mind
   a distortion of time

life of my creation
   here i am now

walking forward slowly
   into a future dark

to change this time i can not
   think of what to do

'cause i am thinking outside
   though inner is the cure

time for hate is over
   hating far to long

time to create the next life
   master of the song

lyrics maybe may 17 19

words words words
  heard them all my life

just a refection of my mind
  a mirror of distortion

a life of my creation
  here i am now

walking forward slowly
  into the dark

unknown to those who sleep
  when they lay at night

to change this time i can not
  think of what to do

cause i'm looking outside
  but inner is the true

time to hate is over
  hating for so long

time to create the next life
  master of the song

"Madding"


I free a wealth of silence
       out thought's dependent hold
And brood the gathered moments
       never to be sold
For any craze of passion
       charging at the door
Nor pain inflicted madding
       if will exists at all.

march forward my friend
in a world you do not understand
you are not the only one

march forward
your blind, in pain, confused
it's happened before

march forward, you hear the cry
of a child, a man, a woman
many hear the sound

a thousand years ago
a thousand years hence
march forward

pick up your *****
and march forward

"McCleod Ganj"


Here in the Himalayas
Low on rupees with big ego
I see massive rock towers
Lightly salted
And find an anchor for my vagrant
Habituated agitated self-defensive
Mind


In my backpack

"Measure"


The measure held between the stars
       and i, galaxies it seems
They touch me somewhere. Sympathetic flesh
       belies distant magnitudes.
Undiscerned discerned affinity bounds all
       circumferent particles
Manifold space waves ageless
       vacuum conjoined move.

"Memory Now"


begging for a touch
of the salty air     and a ****** is off
into the black slickery wood boat
just to breathe    and be the moment
the now

the battle was
and yes i saw
a tempest

to tell to all
not a victor here
nor a conquered
just a soul not dead

Zeus was called upon
   and failed
the Titans were called upon
   and failed

men fought unaided
   as always

"Messy Gobs"


Metaphors are such messy gobs we slice
Them mid-brain skullpting contours agreeable
To me aggregate appear from out shared
Language karma form conditioning mind
Energy us uncarnate vast endless
Here movement in cosmos consciousness then
Unbelievably we believe these thoughts
Are truth entities external things worlds
Sentient beings micro macro wave
Particles black holes quarks galaxies i
Others other than i principles rights
Laws and bleed their blood of pain self crafted

i went to the narrow bridge
it was not that narrow
scaled the cliffs of death
i lived
went to the cavern of sorrow
cried and cried and cried
walked to the very end
it did not end
pondered the greatest riddle
the keeper gave up first

woke up looked in the mirror

can you see misogyny
oh dear yes i can
can you see misandry
only if your man

oh yeah

hear we are call it new
call it yesterday
no time left for all of you
just the same again

why  we think its different
ug said what a *****
shera hated mindless ug
here's the endless glitch

oh yeah

don't know don't know
why we go so slow
oh now oh now
kiss me till we glow

oh yeah

"Moldering Thoughts"


Half formed moldering thoughts
Subconsciously caught in an envelope
Of time
Are reality
To some and many
Existence is a burial
In the stream of awareness
Of communally approved ideas
Views and concepts
Which are allowed to filter in
And build the ego
That is the shaping force of desire
And aversion
Which moves the body mind heart
To be what fits the pattern
That promises survival
No matter how it feels to exist
As such a creation

hello yes we are
traveling to here and now

this moment is eternity
sheath or infirmity

walking to the future
one step at a time

don't know where
i'm going too

don't know where
is my mind mind mind

here we are

here we are


all ways the same

always afar

called a moment
from the depths
you exist now
it's just the rest

of a mind flowing free now
in the universe


wisdom is a path now
don't know what its worth

i see something

i tried to see my muse
all i got was a past full of words
and a definite feeling that if
the blue alien ships
do not land on my head
the green ones will

"Musings"

I see dead men's faces
         In the front of books
And wonder at their hearts.

"Mutable Reality"

Mutable reality
A living mystery
Which end is up?
The one we choose

"My Entropy"

It is impossible to explain
forever and one second
are the same

Without You  time is
make believe

"My Opinion"

You are vile and putrid thieves
stealing from the hearts of
millions the comfort of hope.

Denying the autonomous joy
of helpful nature and lovefull
mankind, you blind the eyes
of children, to fill yourself
with power.

Attaching salvation to human
sacrifice and cannibalism, you
preach of a god in your own
image; hateful, controlling, vain.

And the ONE that does exist
         loves you
         forgives you
         and freely blesses you
         with life.

"My Poem"

                    Give me what I want
                            Or I will get angry.
                    I want you to give me comfort
                            You do not
                    So I label you as mean.
                    I want me to give me courage
                            I do not
                    So I label myself, defective.
                    I want you to pay attention to
                            Your child
                            You call him bad
                    I think of you as lazy, unwilling
                            To put in the effort to care.
                            My anger is mine.
                    It arrives mature and vital
                    After I do not have my way.
                            But I am learning.
                            I am learning
                    To have disappointment
                            And not blame others.
                            I am learning
                    To see real events causing pain
                            And not condemn the world.
                            I am learning
                    To make mistakes, and not
                            Crumple into worthlessness.
                            And I am learning
                    To see my opinions as opinions
                            And not as laws of God.

My Sweet Love

don't know where i'm going
but a dream in your mind
hold me tight tonight oh baby
i'm flying hold me tight

called you out into the midnight
you came oh baby know it's right
sleeping hear in cold cold midnight

wrapped in warm of love
wrapped in warm of love

hear me now i've talked forever
ever ever speaking loud
hear the voice inside your head love
you are the one and kind

love love love love
love love love love

"Mythology 101"


I'm jealous of the dream i think you have
Foolish me pining for an image cast
Upon you in me without your permission
Or corroboration. Bare subtle bones of
Mind fast dancing for flesh quicker than
Awareness can see or stop. Body form built
Of thoughts inner sense sations manifest.
So much habit. How much volition free
Will born? We don't know how to quantify
The souls measure or measure the makings
Of the soul. ****** equations yet to be
Discovered. Said and done are not one
And rifts of brain separate them. You
And others like you? mythology 101

a dog barks at daffodils
   daffodils bark back

consequences or truth
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

i saw the elephant
in the room
it was me

i am here now
where are you
it don't matter
we are all one

we smoked a cigarette
who cares
we did not smoke a cigarette
who cares

hair is universal
sometimes
deformities are common
we are it

i never met
a reality
i only see
my own perceptions

a cigar is just a cigar
except in dreams
where is the answer
is a malformed question

to see all is to know all
i see perceive nada
i know
nada

i except my nada
as nada
i love nada

"Natural Light"

Defensively wrapped up in self
         I stay warm
In a cold wasteland
         of loneliness.

Sharing with caring others
         I stay warm
In the natural light
         of fellowship.

"Natured"


Vacuum natured beasties clamber
       the walls i *******
Space time continuum believe it
       or not here we are touch move
And spin in control not even close
       who do you think you are God
With a capital G nothing but
       a dyslexic doG drool slave
Twitch and justify again twitch
       and justify again twitch and
Justify some way out you want
       egress go seek lonely or
Sociable pic-a-choose universe
       one more apprehension of self.

"Neuro Speedway"



is there
no way out of the need
for sprinting go-carts
travelling at breakneck
nuero speedway around
in circling minds
the world revolves
stationary nailed down souls
don't understand grand central
kaleidoscope distraction
*** yearns
hunger burns
chocolate dilates
blood vessels sensation
seems important we stop
on a dime for one
one hundredth of a second
and almost cease of boredom
move and spin     spin and grin