BB Tyler

BB Tyler May 2015

Where do we go to?
Is that the question?
What do I ask
to open the flowers in front of us?
What answer is the acceptance of this moment?

Now! a glaring shadow in the periphery
of the past & the future within it.
Now! the ever remembering self
& the forgetfulness within it.

Only.. even in knowing
I find myself opaque
when I reach into the flames.

In the sun,
scintillating snow dust whirling
in the wind.

BB Tyler May 2015

Captain Beefheart (in the House of my Grandfather pt. II)

and then
from over and under a blunder
came Captain Beefheart frolicking along
with his magical band
shining and smiling
like Prometheus or Pan
and the procession of satyrs
fiery eyed
pronouncing truth in tongues of humor to the moon
in the mask of the fool
sacred clown rockin' out
shouting "Hey you! Ella Guru!"
I think I saw my mother
and grandfather
dancing and holding hands too

BB Tyler May 2015

in the House of my Grandfather

Yes.
I have come here to learn.
Your grace is the prism thru which
I have witnessed the broken light
of beauty.

Allow me to look
that I may learn
to reflect the spectrum unedited
and act always from a place of compassion.

BB Tyler May 2015

Magicicada (Brood IV)

Under patient birds and sun ray,
the cicadas,
drunk from seventeen years sleep,
woke slow today.

They rose from below the loam,
from homes chosen
so,
so
many insect years ago.

Red eyed crawling of beautiful song,
is to love
what you've learned
in waiting so long?

What a lucky time to be in Kansas

BB Tyler May 2015

Vision Journey

I AM

~~~

obsessed with the purple sky at night!
The between sun hours enchanting
draw me into a lull.
I drink long of the moon and its mesmur,
finding in the slow'd spectrum
solace, that I may be forever breath,
even as sleep seeks to keep me.

~~~

Illusory unity
nor
separation
bar the gate!
Neither lock
or key
or form
only the body of thought
in motion may pass
only in telling
are words
made
known
.

~~~

(still)
Art
is (only) a book mark
in the pages spun 'round a circular spine.

I've seen it spinning in the sky at night,
in the purple clouds,
turning
blue with the next letter.

BB Tyler May 2015

FINN.

Here is the melancholy
       of my own open bleedings into
    the World!
  My lost "once was"
gone for a gap of cool confusion.

Stupor'd and infused with
the repetitive
eat/sleep/
imagine random flash pictures
of pleasure and pain.
Stick/carrot psychology of the
free world media,
saturated color stain so sweet,

as unavoidable as death.

BB Tyler May 2015

Prayer of the Visionary

May my art be
the gates of the Underworld,
and the guiding lights of the
return journey.