" i am in you and i am you. no one
can understand this until
he has lost his mind"

From the depths of hell I rise
And touch the gates of heaven
They do not open to my voice
They open at the will of the me
I do not know and have never seen
Somewhere deep inside
I wait
Willingly

I charge to apprehend

          the journey of a wheel

                    for the exhilarating chemicals

                              of crushed toes

joyous fingers squeezing
pomegranates juice flowing
river runs southward
flying birds sing
a song of
rhapsody in blue uniform
pants are to
big chief buffalo
chips and dip
my gourd with
joyous fingers squeezing

there is a mind
called shakespeare

there is a mind
called doughnut

ooooohhh doughnut

the dog ate some flesh
off my arm then killed the bear
okay i agree

the dog ate some flesh
off my arm then killed the bear
okay i agree

the minuscule gravity
of a bag of tobacco
upside down

logic is only
logical if
you follow it

ashes in my mouth
drank wrong beer can oh shitsky
drink up brother drink

why are there so many lawyers
in hell, the priests
have to have someone to talk to

Garl april, 25, 19

The time of his death was
unknown of course

Garl walked the perimeter sticks
wooden spear at the ready

Garl saw more than he thought
therefore the world of the cave walls

His dreams were to amazing
images of other worlds
so beautiful so strange

All were their dreams at night
but the samans put them on the walls

An act of great courage  due respect

In his dreams Garl saw himself
on the walls   at first with fear
later with desire

The samans were also hunters

The hunt was a strong image to have

Garl was out with the hunters
he saw the hunt    he saw his
image on the cave walls

He went forward to the mammoth

He is now seen on the cave wall
   by thousands

The time of his death is unknown
of course

the time of his death was
   unknown of course

Garl walked the perimeter sticks
   wooden spear at the ready

Garl saw more than he thought
   therein the world of the cave walls

His dreams were to amazing
   images of other worlds so
   beautiful so strange

all were there dreams at night
   but the amens put them
   on the walls

an act of great courage due respect

in his dreams Garl saw himself
   on the wall at first with
   fear later with desire

the amans were also hunters

the hunt was a strong image to have

Garl was out with the hunters
   he saw the hunt he saw his
   image on the cave wall
   He went forward to the mammoth

He is now seen on a cave wall
   by thousand peoples

the time of his death
   is unknown of course

Geshe La brushes
His spiritual teeth
And breathes
In my spiritual face

Giving up the honey on the razor
Blade      for the nectar of the mind      giving
Up the honey on the razor blade      for
The nectar of the mind      giving up the
Honey on the razor blade      for the nectar
Of the mind      giving up the honey on
The razor blade      for the nectar of the
Mind      giving up the honey on the razor
Blade      for the nectar of the mind
Giving up the honey

I did not wake up today
With a gnawing fear or dread
To mark this day as special
Or important in any way.
No forewarning of doom tugged
At the back of my mind. The
Sun rose plain and calm, and
Shed no extra light upon me
As I started to work, clearing
And ploughing some land.
Around noon, as my back and
Arms began to ache for a rest
I saw the men come walking
Towards me. I did not notice
Until they were quite close
The hatred in their eyes, or
The rope they carried with them.
My struggles were brief, due
To the axe handle they used to
Beat me with. I think they
Broke my arm, but I'm not
Sure, and it really doesn't
Matter now anyway. They
Pushed me and kicked me
Down the road, and the whole
Time they were yelling about
Some ***** ****** who stole a
Pig from the Johnson farm
The night before. I tried,
Oh how I tried, to tell them it
Wasn't me, but they just kept
On, shouting and hitting.
When the noose went around
My neck, I began screaming.
They didn't hesitate one bit.
They just threw the other end
Of the rope over a fat branch
On a maple tree, and hauled
Me up. I don't remember dying.
I think I passed out first.
I'm not sure. And it really doesn't
Matter now anyway. I haven't seen
God yet, but when I do, I'm
Going to ask Him why? Just, why?
Just, Why?!Why?!Why?!Why?!Why?!
I really do not see, how He
Can give me an answer
That is good enough.

"Glide"

Eagle flying up above
wings of majesty
Floating high up in the sky
a dream   of mind

Glide up in the atmosphere
without a downward glance
No need for a such a tiny bit
of you   and me

An eagle being what it is
flying fast for love
An eagle in the sky is free
being   what it is

I heard a story long ago
a distant melody
All thoughts and thinking but a dream
vacant to and fro

Now i know there's nothing new
the here and time is free
i give up all i ever want
for eagle majesty

"Glide"

Eagle flying up above
wings of majesty
Floating high up in the sky
a dream   of mind

Glide up into atmosphere
without a downward glance
No need for a such a tiny bit
of you   and me

An eagle being what it is
flying fast for love
An eagle in the sky is free
being   what it is

Heard a story long ago
a distant melody
All thoughts and thinking but a dream
vacant to and fro

Now i know there's nothing new
this here and time is free
I give up all i ever want
for eagle majesty

Glimpse


glimpse of freedom
you just saw it but did not see
love, you know it you feel it, when
you are not raging
i understand and i believe
in theory
don't scare me so much that
i have to **** you

A real life is
Beautifully insignificant
Wondrously common
Gloriously plodding
Stunningly terminal

"God Has Wrought"

Each life a feathered crystal
Single and part of all.
Each life an unmatched wonder
Artistically placed in the whole.

Each atom a radiant visage
With beauty is all composed.
Each fragment a prime essential
As His thought of infinity formed.

full moon      deep sky
       god's breeze
mouse fur over toes

go home


saw a moment old again
new again you are my friend
where are the people
where are the people
where are the people
are you one

where are the people
where are the people
the puppets abound
are you one

was afraid just let them in
they hurt someone
a coward i was
are you one

where are they from
in front your face
let them pass
our disgrace

where are the people
where is the one
where are the people
here and now

future is what you make it
are you trying, or just lying
dreamed a dream, long ago
did not live it chance is gone

i'm dying, till i try
i'm dying, till i try
try can be, misery
i'm dying, till i try

go home go home go home go home
go home go home go home

go home

I want the sensation
I felt before
Only more
Again I do what I did
I feel the peak
And deem it
good

I cannot be the universe of everyday occasions
the talky talky world a show with a host everyday
leader of the pack says how to pick your nose and wipe
your *** on that special soft paper that makes your ****
not stink so the whole world will like you and not
reject you the shame of the game is that most people don't
know they're playing they think they are in charge
with free choice being as much of a given as fingers
and the natural experience of life they produce but
free choice ain't like fingers its more like non-existent
until you've worked on it for a long time so if you haven't
worked on it for a long time and then kept your mind steady
everyday through effort then you don't have it it has not formed
in your brain and this is the way most of us are
which is the most common form of consciousness which is
conditioned thought and conditioned behavioral reactions
everyday and the people who want to sell things know this
and use it to shape a human being into an urge to buy
with the money to back it up this is not hidden but nobody
looks at it or believes it because they want to think
they are naturally free and the people who try to create
the purchase strings want to be in control so they tell you
you are naturally free everyday as they try to shape a
formation and alignment in your neurons everyday with images
flashing in your eyes equals flashing in your brain and next time
you see a flash of the name in a store isle you get a reflex
association that is not conscious it is pre-conscious and you
think     oh I want that     and you just automatically assume
this must be your free choice but it really is a conditioned
event and this is the big bug-a-boo with capitalism is that it turns
people into buying machines on automatic pilot so no wonder
the people in other countries hate the USA they are on the outside
looking in and they see the puppet show buying infection spreading
to them and hell no they don't want it we would not want it either
if it were not a part of our social programming from birth but
the good news is is that the brains of those in other cultures and
traditional frameworks work the same as ours so we are  not alone
or special in our habituated conditional lives it is everywhere
and people in other countries are just as much on automatic pilot
as we are but they don't see the puppet show they are in but we do
so the more good news is is that at least here in this country
we are well fed most of us anyway    ever been to India    and
we have decent places to live most of us do anyway     ever been to
Africa     and we have legal rights to a great extent most of us anyway
ever been to Russia     and we can just get up and get the hell out
if we want to or most of us can anyway     ever been to China

grapes
in the ear
taste like grapes
sound like grapes
feel like grapes
for an image i bend
you see twisted lump
of motion
flying
for no reason
feet empty
empty mouth
this empty mouth
tastes like grapes
you will never know
your full fine feet
walk a walk
i admire
in spastic dreams
awake
i prefer
the taste of grapes
empty feet and mouth
grapes

You got to have it you do you gotta
have it the unheard voices say so loud
we are what we eat garbage in garbage
out mind food everywhere drip drip drop
wearing away rock filling up oceans
high as a mountain deep as the sea we
are shaped and be a shape drip drip drop
unique and infinite snowflakes do not
even deserve to carry our baggage
humbly you sense it you consume it
and are a new being one molecule
at a time we go somewhere lead follow
or get shoved out of the way the world is
our private playground killing field heaven
we dream we control for safeties sake we
group bodies and souls together and live
and think and breathe synchronized tighter
than fish turn now into fortunate
circumstances with skilful means learned at the
knee of god awareness none other than
that which moves us sentient beings are
what i don't know how to exclude grass and
rocks from mind light pool wavy source of all
gravity wells included

Green lovers do not peeve me, unless they
Show a disrespect for brick and pavement.
For is not human nature, nature? Clearly
A drive in some compels us from the day
Of birth to death, to cling or push our way
Within the bulwark of a group, and to fit
Our self a snug security well knit
Amongst the thread of others is such a stay
In our existence, that the various
Shapes of city will not cease from this earth
Until our cognit patterned epoch ends.

hounds of hell talked to me last night
hounds of hell talked till it was light
didn't know what they said
just confusion in my head

and i listened oh i listened
to the growls of hell
i listened oh i listened
to the howls of hell

went awake inside my head
saw the face of satan yeah
image of a normal man
kinda looked like you my friend

and i listened oh i listened
to the howls of hell
i listened oh i listened
to the growls of hell

My friend the hackmeister
Pours his black blood still
And still the empty words sit dead
Until an animate breath of light coherent
Clairvoyes their meaning

dreams are a force of
nature cause of an effect
what you gonna do

i want a spring bonsai tree
posses it as own
shape it to controlling will

the fly carcass stuck
on wall ten years monument
to a life will lived

in the beginning
was the word and the word was
empty

Haiku 1

A mystery is
a wonder now and again
reality is

Haiku 10

if the time is gone
for us to be together
then time is for nought

the specter was child
and they dreamt a mystery
i listened and learned

Haiku 11

call it miracle
the child survived a car crash
the common happens

Haiku 12

Is there time for us
Time is but a mind notion
You live in my mind

death is part of life
life is part of life birth is
creation of life

i called a dog
Buddha
it bit me
i understand

Haiku 13

what i saw a long
   time ago, was truly new
in this short small life

wind in strong trees
brown leaves flutter
blind woman

what can be is be
does not make sense a finger
pointing is not sun

dusty breath of chill air
open space and yellow moon-
stubbed corn field

the mind is terrible
thing to waste
one day at a time

large grey rabbit
in calm deep brush
twang of arrow

oh long ago
the song was sung
and here we are

she walked upon the shore
and spoke a thing of beauty
the wind whispered

compassion one step
at a time
the answer