Come on pilgrim,
vamos east
to Jerusalem and Mecca,
ferried from Algeciras to Tangier.

King James told me some stories,
he'd give me a ride, and

we can pull what we want
on abortion and abolition,
strung on a thorny rope
out of H. Christ's tight little *******.

Black Francis, Picasso, and S. Dali;
chicos guapos, you are good to me.

I fight Pablo, a different one,
through Robert Jordan (ingles)
Pablo, eres un cobarde, go and
get gored by your bullheaded stupidity.

General,
I'll wander the labryinth,
slicing up eyeballs (oh ** ** **)
unable to leave the room.
(they're only cow eyeballs, don't worry)

You Spaniards!
Yo hablo un poquito,
but those men
speak to my heart.

Life,
The four letter word that breeds new possibility with every escape of the mouth.
The illusion of created matter fluttering which ever way,
Taking the shapes of new forms but impossibly diceitful if it's all the same to you, really.

Life,
Oh, is that what you call it?
The birthing canal, the test-drive, the labryinth.
The uncurable dicease, like bleeding sores after entering a forest you probably should have avoided.
Those sores, those sores, those uncurable sores!
I'm covered in sores and you folks call this life.
Scratching the surface only makes it worse.
Diving in deep, the depths,
Black and blue because the insides are bruised, too, is the only way out.

Last night, or maybe last year, or maybe a past life,
If it's all the same to you, really,
I froze in fear like the look on a fishes scaly, wet face when he realizes what's to come of him and this hook in his mouth.
My immediate reaction was to vacate immediately.
But what do I fear? What am I trying to vacate?
Oh, right,
It's only me.

-Mae.B

! A frantic
venus-vision,
rising pink impressions/
potent operatic amen/halo snaking
Ouroboros
light-dream

I've been resting in the silver lodge/
I adore you and your
slumber,
it's causing mandalas to spill out of your
ears and into my mouth
like candy
birthed in the sun                 eyes/lapse of ocean island rain
                                                            ­           (ocean island rain)
starfish gaze, in sky, over city, over the banks,
into the kitchen, settling presence
(water) becalmed, sprigmask lip-
leaf smile, wide autumn orange                     (afterlife shade)

heavy breathing, hot, in Wallachian fabrics beneath the moon temple,
"Zahrada"
forgetting the living kitchen
which scurries off into my night, the holy architecture of a dream,

(to NIGHTMARE/silhouettes, wax-teeth
carrying a girl/unconscious, doll dress/brunette with blushing cheeks,
they forge a labryinth out of air, Persepolis
wide spread chalky
limbs thin like Cypress/
praying with a certain discordance, sword in hand
I tread with a careful
fire-heart
palm tattooed with a phrase from Matsuo Basho to guide me
thru a schoolyard, cement prism, myriad violins and lucid
eternal wheatfields, abandoned rosary/
chased by Quetzales, crowned explosive heads/
bells/wrath/bells
girl now devoured by the bedframe maze, darkness enfolding,
I'm alone, a cavern, smoke
thickens I taste its poison, fall-over
trampled by black horses/Nocturne/
out of NIGHTMARE)



       everyone has a different image of the Isle of The Dead....



                                        (na shledanou)

...wakened to green tea, pattern rug spread on sand,
unworldly passage
in distance, I've been out on high, travelling blind.
Someone laughing about my nakedness
I don't know when I lost my clothes (in my pursuit?)

There's a song, a no-song, Nada, two men
are writing on large papyrus

“At first, the sounds are like those proceeding from the ocean, clouds, kettle-drum and cataracts; in the middle (stage) those proceeding from Mardala (a musical instrument), bell and horn.”

when I ask what they're scribing I'm
hushed by my own inner voice

“The mind exists so long as there is sound, but with its (mind cessation)
there is a state called Unmani or Manas (viz., the state of being above the mind).”

Each word erases the previous as it is written down, until all that remains is the last word,
a final impression,
my internal voice hushes itself
now there is no

inner voice
to be quieted


II

Intoxicated & raised by the spice of
summer yarrow,

attention drawn to
a place beyond the fence, The Farther.

I sit cross-legged
on a stack of logs, it's June,
I scan the florid heat for
a birthplace I may never return to

"Le Foret Enchantee"

That which we seek
Need not be
It is within
In all its glory
Remove the veil
Ignorance building a fortress
Knowledge its prisoner
Seeker' s lacking has
Built its own Cell
Keeping in solitary confinement
Blocking his light from shining
The search the searcher the searched the the cover
All are the same
Labryinth posing itself
Inviting you to find your way
Realise that you need not enter
Exit is the same gate
Labryinth vanishes on its own
Gate presents itself alone
Gate becomes a memory
All merge in glory
Glory removes itself
It also an attachment
Self remains
Nothing the same
All in one
One in all
Makes no difference
It knows it is the maker
No ego to divide the two
Oneness with one
Thusness is
That which we seek

The chilling darkness with a fright night,
dawned a labryinth with a dead sight,
the roof of the world falling on the wattle huts,
and tremors created, shaking up the earth's crust

The catastrophe occurred without one's conscience
the lightening struck, rocks crumbled,
as the banshee waited with bated breath,
to ask, O God, " cui Bono" ?

The lush green fields flushed,  dancing the lullaby,
thou, who curdled and nurtured us like thy baby,
asking " why thee destroy us, who created you"?

That the graveyard left no place for burial,
the earth created a grave for undead,
I ask you, "O Mighty, where shall I find peace to lay down my soul"?

As the mothers womb evacuate to parturite,
the devil of krakatora arose from the earth,
and created a black hole as smooth as silk,
my heart cried, thinking"Holy Aborigines, cui bono"

with richer dreams slept the human mind,
their thoughts fulfilled, by diversified montony swinging into action, I ask,"Is these flesh worth only to be crushed by stones"?

In knots are my wires:
Tangled, blocking my arteries:
Darling to decide ask me not;
If i choose blood or the complex;

Enter my labryinth with this code;
Warn yourself, a gruesome path this is;
Circling around and around,
Never reaching the end;
Because I snapped the wire.

Honesty should precede
Not an afterthought
In line with fact and reality
Accurate And Actual

Truth has no intent
Does not require a thought process
A simple direct narration of facts
Happened as it were

Lying is one step away from the truth
It is intentional expression requiring thought process
To create deception

Hides behind words and situations
Created and simulated
To appear like the truth
Probity wears a mask called trickery

Truth does not bear a price
Comes free unlimited
False has a tag
There is no buyback

The price one pays
Integrity lost for life
Every utterance doubted
No point living life

Dishonesty is valued
Beats the balance
Weighted against any
Gullible trade it for harmony

Recalling requires memory
With veracity not neccasary
Made up for convience
Puzzle to Solve in the present

Labryinth a loop
Entrance free and easy way out
Entrance now disappeared
Exit served as the entrance

Lies leads to secrets
Outside and within the self
More secrets to guard
Living  a life with self deception

Honesty flows endlessly
Fiction has a ******
Unpleasant ending defined
Downhill trip an anticlimax


Choice was offered
Greatest gift to be celebrated
Right or Wrong
Postman delivers where you belong

Truth travels with Courage
To face the troubles that truth brings
Lie had Cowardice for a friend
Encourages you to run till the end

Speak the truth
One dimensional life
Speak the untrue
Multidimensional to endure
Those who believe their lies
No words can describe

Lie a Nuclear weapon
Kills relationships for every sesson
Later trying to reason
Reason requires truth unfortunate equation

Death of lies
Only bereavement to be celebrated
Unmasking the self deception masks
A new date of birth to be marked

Fear and outcome
Causing the verbal zig zag
Fear grows manifold
Outcome's doors close

Hatred keeps the books
Taking stock of every thought words or deed
Revenge is its follow up
Until got spreads venom

Carries lot of baggage
Mind heavy with the luggage
Awaiting a draw
Ready with daggers drawn
Enemies standing  in every corner

A mind so hollow
Wastes time on things so shallow
The fight played in the mind
The shootouts bloodies the rest

Shooter and the shot
Ends up the injured lot
Added it to the log
Deep rooted hatred the fog
Prevents from seeing it all

No greater waste of time
Wishing Ill for someone else
I'll retained affect the imagination
Creating images of opponents everywhere

Bitterness and contempt
Loathing and antipathy
Toxic for the mind and body
Makes the Soul *****

Imaginary adversaries become
Reality
List of friends becoming empty
Reflecting the inside of the body
Mind comes up with new stratergies

Not worth the trouble going through this riddle
With no solutions in it
A labryinth without exit

Drug induced state
Of anger and hate
Step by step process
Start by giving it a recess

Aimless life meandering
Focus on the others falling
No growth for the self
Wishing same for another


Makes you live
In the past
Recalling every negative thought
Present not in the know
Future blinded forever

Balm of forgiveness
Only way out
Before the roots grow stronger
An axe becomes the need of the hour

Addictive in nature
Refuses to leave ever
With age growing mature
Peel off later by layer

Love for oneself
Peace and Rest
Love for others
Tolerance and Forgiveness