"ethers" poems
In the castle of my smile
All lovely words are imprisoned in stone
This place I am king that stretches a mile
My tongue its gilded throne
In the castle of my smile,
I spy through its bars of milky white
The silky wonderful love of my life
Walk Eden's paradise of light.
In the castle of my smile,
I weave a golden rope of magic letters,
Gluing jointed lyrics with praise filled ethers
Ignoring the splinters of criticism for better.
My means of escape down the walls to you.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
my mother always
used to stress
the importance
of opening my
mirrored closet
doors at night,
so they wouldn't
reflect my night-
mares back at
me;
"it's too much
sadness for
sleeping."
but i never listened,
feng shui being
another silly
pastime or
science fit for
housewives --
how wrong i
was with the
stars, perhaps
i am again
mistaken.
maybe if i had
just kept those
**** doors
open annually,
these putrid
thoughts of
mine would
escape into
the ethers and
fade into non-
existence instead
of polluting my
mind and dying
themselves.
listen to your
mothers.
nothing good
can come of
doing otherwise.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
Revival of a revolutionary spirit
What I represent?
The Motherland of wisdom
BLACK genesis
Check the pyramids
My heredity IS
God-man manifest in the physical,
And astral and mental
Been mastered every plane of existence
Whole civilizations who understood the Science of Living
Tens of thousands of years before any 'westernized thinking'
An enlightened people
Way before colonialism
How you gon bring democracy (now capitalism in disguise),
To Afrika where it was invented?
And dress ya pawns as 'appointed' leaders
Devil oppressors
Erased our culture, history, and identity
Spiritual genocide by 'Willie Lynching'
Karmically tied to these modern times
I gotz to watch my temper
Lost ONE,
Who found refuge in the Buddha to be most skillful
But what happened to my people?
I just wona know
My whole life,
I was ashamed of being BLACK and didn't know it
Guess it was sub-compartmental
But through practice with experience
Of accumulated virtue
I shed dem old ethers
And broke me down
Psychological brick by brick and rebuilt me
Na I'm ready for war
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 5:00 PM UTC
In dreams
Allowing oneself
To be
Within
Without interruption,
Without distraction,
Without aberration,
Without confusion,
Is to dance among with stars of space
Void of the fear of the death.
In dreams
Swimming among the
Stellar ethers
Of interplanetary mysteries,
We see all that
Was,
All that can be,
But not,
All that will be.
Here we theorize
Or potentiality
Floating in the first and last
Of
Spaces.
But,
Because of fear,
We see such places as Death.
The deepest oceans
Hold monsters beyond imagination.
The darkest caves
Pits of fall jagged, wet, and sharp.
The dankest of houses
Holds pasts too painful to see.
Because of the fear of Death
We hold ourselves back
From being free.
A light in the dark
Is but
A comfort.
Trust oneself.
See through the dimness.
Let go.
All angels who have been
And are and will be
Have walked the dark road,
Washed in light when they arrive.
Are they they?
Are we we?
Am I you and you me?
Can it be
That we are the same,
Just molds of longitudinal and longitudinal
Circumstance?
Close your eyes and become
What you see.
Feel the cool water brush
Under your fingertips.
Above, the clouds break.
A shot of light.
Presence of a million souls unite.
We have been.
We are.
Do not let
The Fear of Death
Tell us
We Will Not Be.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
~
a crystal cradle slowly falls,
from an indigo sky;
coyote’s distant howl,
blends his primal song,
with the whoot, whoot of the owl;
desert minstrels, keeping beat,
with cricket and cicada’s chorus.
above, a dark horse grazes,
in a field of ancient stars;
and below, encroaching mists
gather in the waving grasses,
crouching... waiting to devour,
all who venture near.
the endless whisperings,
of the brook, stream of
ageless waters, tell of tales
of distant ice and snow,
far above these thirsty plains.
aurora’s blend their magic,
their enchanting flame,
dancing in the rising ethers;
mesmerizing sleepy eyes,
a shepherdess is lulled away;
transported by her distant dreams.
dawn’s approach she fails to hear,
’til it's much too late;
when songbirds of the desert,
now seated in this orchestra,
sing her sleeping soul awake.
~
*post script.
watching the set of a cradle moon on a late night return from the rolling hills of Central Oregon’s high desert last month prompts just enough lines to keep these images alive, until i am able to give them complete thought and words this morning. aside from fatigue, i love driving at night. 197’s winding crossing down to the Deschutes at Maupin and then it's descent into The Dalles beside a wide Columbia; these, and my longing to be home beside my wife, keep me from sleep driving, alone with my thoughts and imagination. though rare to Oregon, there are times of year when the aurora borealis pushes its way far enough south to be viewed on moonless nights.*
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
*the man of light
knows darkness all to well
he possess sacred knowledge
of source
a living experience with in
radiant
and self effulgent
he knows all is permitted
in the acculturated labyrinths of mind
rooted in bias
and incalculable distortions
a hell house ride
constructed of warbled mirrors
Leprechauns gold
an abusement park
of crepuscular
subconscious ethers
and concertized form
on shape shifting sands
creativity gone mad
where time undoes all
its weary inhabitants worn
they are the color of sleep
attaining misguidance
oh the vacuous business
of guided meditations
through azure skies and verdant fields
while the certified uninitiated
whisper
their pale voices against sonorous winds
as if they could lever boulders with broken twigs
stone churches
gothic crosses
temples of man
monoliths to the imaginary
fantastical man god
re-pleat with beard and cock....how quaint
adulations and prostrations
to there man made deity
through myth that binds
group think
other directed
un-individuated individuals
like tribal ants
a world of shattered light
a white knuckle ride
on a spinning mud ball
yet who knows the secret
of the inner light
the illuminated door
the portal through which
Scottie will really beam you up
The man of the mystic light
in a darkened freakish world
is he not an inconvenience
like a mentor to the deaf dumb and blind
he is rarely recognized
almost never believed
the light is not a metaphor
the source that emanates all
although formless and self effulgent
it is not a religion yet all abide with in it
in the dark funnel of conceit
man turns everything into a noun
as if naming is claiming
when what he seeks is beyond
for it is a great dimension of another order
konx om pax
light in extension*
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
Perched atop,
mighty, serene and calm
glistening midst its suns
with skies the tinge of aqua
At center of creation,
was the glorious kingdom of Minerva
With nervous steps that echoed
under imagined eyes that judged
On my own,
yet pulled and owned
like sunflower midst thousand suns,
the divine palace I entered
Countless royal birds,
sat in quiet melodious trance
Seeking the seeker,
with folded wings,
of colossal rich expanse
Each had a name,
and with each I flew
With Plato to meadows of morality,
With Kant to the river of reason,
With Emerson to emerald waters
With Socrates to rhetoric ethers
With Vivekanada to dunes of duty
With Dostoyevsky to tragic beauty
Each flew me to their heaven,
at different times of the night
Closer to light,
closer to heaven I felt,
closer than I ever might
Neither wine nor its colors
Neither Venus nor her flowers
Shall ever match,
the soaring journey at dusk
tearing across,
skies the tinge of aqua
lost in timeless views,
of the glorious kingdom of Minerva
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 4:52 AM UTC
Not a biological accident, I breathe with purpose
sipping in the ethers and spirits
chakras and energies
smoke and incense.
I am no fool, only inexperienced,
and really,
can you fault the naive?
We don't know what we're missing,
let alone can feel the gaping emptiness that the aware suffer to know,
and sometimes
I rather enjoy being utterly incoherent and oblivious of reality.
Not dumb just numb.
I do not require much, only sunlight, oxygen, dirt
and ofcourse guilty pleasures
chocolate
fashion magazines
shirtless rugby players.
I am no cosmic miracle
only a human who deserves respect and decency,
a mix of my mamma and my dad and a bottle of Merlot
shaken and popped in an Easy Bake Oven
I am just a little old me and a little old maid
and I can only learn to accept such facts.
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
Moss and moon-green Spring
fully bloomed, the dogwood trees
our breath mingles ever in the ethers
a place where sweet the soul will dwell
and shall not die nor wither
Crocus flowered violet grass
scented sweet pink hyacinth
yellow primrose metamorphosis
inhale we drink and can never think
only lose ourselves
deep in fragrant amnesia
Until beyond this meadow
when day recedes into night
and the scarlet sky of purple blues
is swallowed once more by
the molten, pearl moon
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
i leave your name
floating in the ethers
unless i see you
then its shouted
you couldnt imagine the life of my muse
her hair whips me
atop levels of down
cherished interminglings
clasped hands
SHE is the one that inspires me
not you
it wasnt about you
this time or ever
your delirium must be setting in again
if it was about you
... though it never would be
if it WAS about you
i would paint your picture
just as it should
caricature style
with sunglasses you dont need
and a bow-tie for a hair pin
something that screams
"HEY ...
are those more lighters..."
if i was writing about you
this would be differently titled
something more
....
just different
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
Nothing broke my heart quite like that time I read what you wrote to her.
It was from two years ago, but it still managed to strike quick like a bullet, even though the barrel was dusty.
If history repeats itself, then I'm the same lips you craved on different person.
You said so yourself. You can't breath new life into old love. Your lungs will collapse before hers start.
You've never been good with words, but I didn't know you weren't good with laundry.
Your words were still wet with her tears before you gave them to me.
You should have left them on the line a bit longer. Maybe the lye of their syllables wouldn't burn my face when I try to bury it in your shirt.
Do you realize what you say when you scream *I ******* love you* from your rooftop?
Who's ears will they reach first, hers or mine? Because where I hear a promise, she hears and echo as bitter as the wind on that rooftop.
That's why my hips curve in all the question marks I could never ask you.
In two years, will you mail someone else the screams from your piece of sky?
Will your heart still beat in time to that ******* song that you always play when we're in your car?
I'm tired of seeing blood under my fingernails because metaphors and ethers and ink marks can't stitch you up fast enough.
You need patience, but all I can give you are poems about winter, and the spring grasses that follow, no matter what.
You need guidance, but I give you comparisons of how the moon moves the sea, but gets jealous when she kisses the shore.
You need love, but I offer you poems that flow like water and taste like someone else's mouth.
My river songs can't fill the canyons she's left in you.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
Soma
a pharmaceutical usurpation
some subjunctive psychedelic
noxious decoction
of the capital kind
wrought by unoriginality
a conjuring elixir
to ignite the material mind
Maya
will have you
if you don't recognize
behind appearances
is always a disguise
beyond the superficial
over what eyes can surveil
may entitle you to what is
to be entailed
Yuga
beyond the ages
beyond the sages
epochs and eras
multiplied to infinity
expecting some recourse
exponential beyond sanity
gauges of the cyclical planetary
Akasha
ubiquitous aether
all pervading
all invading
revelations' recordings
substratum of
then and now
rife marshaler of how
Ishwara
great atman
ultimate overseer
transcending all time
cosmic conscience
consciousness sublime
beyond everything
sight unseen
Samadhi
reign over me
the be all and end all
of life's raisons d'être
superconsciousness
enlightenments
bestowal
of divine grace and mercy
Gunas
by knowledge of these moods
this will allow you
ambrosia of all roads
in your journey ahead
to navigate solely
without flag or fail
through equipoise unassailed
Ahimsa
through this your lips
can no longer trespass
over your welfare
or the welfare of any other
true liberation
from human inebriation
true love for one another
Siddhis
they will misunderstand you
not being like the same
eschewing commonality
for the perfected mindscape
a narrowed perspective
to focus more completely
upon the rarest of views
Om
what can be said
of this holiest sound
that permeates all ethers
the skies and the grounds
Brahman of this plane
and all that surrounds
now perish all that confounds
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
here, time is a truck
with waxed wheels. but it
keeps pacing, keeps paving the path
to destruction; in dreams, I pluck
myself from its sheath, let it sweep
over me like a tide; on the
ground, I gather my garments,
as stones and seashells, slip
into their ethers, where eternity
waits. here, pyramids don’t converge
as they taper; they tunnel
like a lair that has lost its lucidity
& I’m wandering within their walls,
clueless, clouded—a captive child
eager to escape into enlightenment,
or another dream, where bliss befalls.
this is a paper-dream gobbling
reality—down to its
bone, bruised bare & bleeding.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
*heres your chance to become a supreme being
a dot in a circle
the point of imminent transcendence
the glitter of endless seas
a secure position
and a good job if you can get it
first assignment
develop a sense of place
hollow yourself out
to situate your creation
mix the ethers up
within your infinity of self
like witches mix a cauldron
good work*
GOD
HOLY HOLY HOLY
*now with the spirituous mist
populate your creation
from the astral*
i like to be called
YAHWEH
okay
GOD
*lets not get stuck
you can easily afford
not to be so small minded
whats with caring what your called
you and your multiple
titular names
wow
lots a pretty beings
dreamboats i'd say
like a bunch of colored balloons
pro-creative
mmmmm
very good so far
i really appreciate that part*
HOLY HOLY HOLY
next assignment
POWER OVER NATURE
*figure out a way
to sustain and perpetuate your creatures*
I AM WHO I AM
*what ever you say
can we move on now?
whats with all the
disease
mental problems
fear
hostility
and famine?
be a good*
GOD
*for gods sake
and amp up the happiness please
they are like bunch of sick cats down there*
NOT A LEAF FALLS WITHOUT MY WILL
ooooo noooooo !!!!!
*there not suppose to **** and eat each other
what the **** are you thinking
are you stupid*
OH HOLY ONE
THE UNKNOWN and THE UNKNOWABLE
*stop with the smog of hell
your creatures live in terror
living only to be destroyed
go sit in the corner
facing the wall
yes
the dunce cap too
your a bad*
GOD
*a *****
we will have to call your parents
for retribution*
HOLY HOLY HOLY
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 12:28 PM UTC
Twisted tensions, polarize
and sometimes heal w/ pretty eyes
Though the stars make up their minds
Peace w/ you, in briefest time
Oh Mars is cruel, w/ war and womb
and gestation in Neptunes tomb
you helped me speed, relieve the moon
though Pluto is cold and I'm leaving soon
Live in times where whispers win
and cartels carry forgotten sin
When the end is near I will wish for respiration
Death may be too boring for one born to run
Run w/ warlords and Gods, the light
until the ethers rise and spike
the people then begin to fight
and man and woman are alike
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
i am the creator god, who comes apart at the cracks
whose skin splits between his toes;
my pain doubles as rainbows in your sky
i cry out for divine help,
there are no more angels left to ground
they all left your house, ages ago
took off for the warmer temples,
where deities echo among their own shadows.
no one knows the mystery’s clothes or his origins;
demanding the stones, to throw their own and hold their tune,
for monsoons are coming soon and we shall bloom in the ethers.
a flower that calls forth, summons you,
to mask the face that is too radiant to view,
i pursue truth like an addiction;
its suspicious how we are looking, for the beast
to breathe through this dirt,
oh, what delicious derision
what a mission of love and kindness
yet, don't forget blindness; as sadness suspects
that we are searching way too soon
and you are utterly beautiful
all aspects dutiful; you are goodness personified,
what a shame to hide the sun behind your skirt
yet you shake your hips and it hurts, my heart
abundant waters slips from your mouth
and still i shout your name
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
We are being destroyed by advertising
We are like broken pieces of cardboard
Our astral faces are printed on the backs
Of empty milk cartons tossed into the ethers
Fed on scarcity and internet dreams of modeling
With broken hopes we spend our lives meandering
Yet we are fooling ourselves and others
Our barnyards are empty
Can we trust our hearts more than our apathy
Plenty of people are dying young and lonely
These falling arrows following their own trajectories
I seethe with anger at this ineffable insanity
I say f@#! it anyway
Have you ever wondered why our ancestors didn’t sleep
While you take my fingers and bend them beneath you
Jettison the weapons
Of everlasting happiness
We are sentimental accidents
******* the equators
And salivating waiters
We assume we are alone but it's a foolish hope
Instead we resent your intangible laughter
Stand against the rafters
We are dreaming of liberation
Still we are shaking in our dressing rooms
Like confused teenagers
Who eat alligator mustard
Those salty incubation periods
Where we swallowed buckets of sadness
Like mouthfuls of burnt toast
This soap is soft and bubbly
And now we get lost
In our own homes on the daily
These poems speak to us softly
Yet you seek what is costly
I need nothing that i don’t already own
Love is a poem
So remember the phone-calls you made
Yesterday's sunrise fell on our faces
And we hid against the windy tides
Those retired auto dealers
And our ancient healers are weeping
They're just about ready to sell you their souls
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 3:29 PM UTC
Caught in the blaze
Burning in the apocalyptic fire
Scorching in the moment
Words escape me
And turn to ethers
Burning before they were born
The pit of my stomach
Encages the answer I seek
But those winged faeries
Stand with me but dont speak
Held back by fear
Trapped behind trembling lips
And unnecessary doubt
Burning me
but not letting the warmth in
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 6:43 AM UTC
David makes me a friendlier person
sometimes..... I am as aloof
as the Himalayan
mountain range
my head in the ethers
spinning in absolute
sparkling space
glassy stars
pellucid galaxies
cascading around me
my loving hubby
brings me down to earth
I feel the lush loam
warmth of humankind
and gather the world around
my fireplace
singing bhajans
chanting sweet Oms
Sep 13, 2021
Sep 13, 2021 at 9:14 PM UTC
I wonder what the speed of dreams is
can we outrun them
or catch up when we dare,
latch on to the ones
we would care to live in;
are they like sounds
rippling through air -
or rather more stars' light,
in flight 'cross wide universes,
like mighty, galloping, wild horses
'till caught by the eyes,
tamed rides for tired minds ...
... do they travel through ethers
known only to souls,
who keep them as secrets
when daylight unfolds
else we might stay there,
forgetting our chores,
just us two lying
on the bank of a river
under the willow
that binds us together
Jun 24, 2010
Jun 24, 2010 at 6:01 AM UTC
i thought i heard the ******
of the blue bell around your neck girl
i paused my creative trickle
to chase you
all around this property and that one
i hugged your mom
washed my hands
rolled up my sleeve
and you were still gone
into the cat ethers
you werent even meowing
hell
how are we supposed to feed you
when you wont return the "HIIIIII!!!"
we yell at the expense of our own self-esteem
i opened all the doors for you
just to return and keep my seat
on that armchair warm
the only place you could have been
more removed from my line of sight
least advantageous to your keepers
most absent from your natural environment
least accommodating to our directives
the only place you could have been
curled up and purring
after all that???!
seriously.
i had to get on my belly
to see you laughing at me
cool in your aunts room
tail wagging
"I FOUND HER!!!"
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
Quad-
relatteral
interspatial
species
journey to the center of
the quaking
in my tummy
rumbly
glass faces
melt to goo
milky substances
ethers in space
love this time of the year
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 10:10 PM UTC
That, that flows in veins;
Evil hearts and cruel souls -
Ignite.
Creating the brightest fires;
The fiercest roars.
Shrill cries of agony -
Le in the ethers;
To be unanswered -
Forever.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
Sometimes I wish I could
see into the future
gaze Like Nostradamus into
a pool of flaming water
Tomorrow disrobing
disclosing all her hidden secrets
how seductive it would be
to lift the fluttering veils
between worlds seen and unseen
read the destiny of uncharted stars
soft multi-colored gaslights glimmering
across the vaporous ethers
but then I ponder
in my heart
to what avail would all
this be if I don’t know
who I am
the vast person
enthroned within
who answers to a thousand names
and no name
The One in which
the sun, moon
planets, whirling galaxies,
universes
humanity and all
that exists animate
and inanimate
moves, breathes and
has its being
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Cri Per sooth a lbay Goyle
way hem- raging letter
(p)Frozen shell, thaw sleeting
Pulsing necks harelm glow-in
after math of the shadowy fight
her's filling glaint, gladly save
entice weary charter banner
pilling sooth sabre
Immerseyourself, freeself lead soul
not that of a barron but soon
something/ ethers awept & taken
back from ground
back from reprose
back from amist
Groomed tooken & Vol = best
my friends & love
i am awept
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC