Monday, December 15, 2014

Hairs of Fire, Wild and Lapping

"the spiritual, the spiritual"

they say


Take the human body
separate it
see it as the networks of nerves

there are the eyes, the ears, the tongue, the nose
the flesh -- the skin that feels
and then
those most private places
that heart
that cauldron of fire
down
deep

how can the hand feel the other's flesh?
how can the eyes see their flesh
their ears hear their flesh
their tongue taste their flesh
their nose smell their flesh

the heart
That Invisible
"Something"

Of which all these vast tendrils
of sensation
are but
nothing

for this, then, there are places
cauldrons of nerves
more then in the hands
more then what the eyes can feel
more then what the ears can feel
more then what the tongue can feel

the hands, the eyes, the ears, the tongue, the nose
all the places of the flesh
are but tendrils
from the heart

we protect the most sensitive place
we hide it

these tendrils we are, with that as our heart
like trees and starfish
bushes
tumbleweeds
rolling across tumbleweeds
octopuses
feeling blinding
until a match is made


Strange Octopi
Are We


I? Am a surgeon. And I coldly dissect the dead.
So, henceforth, shall I describe the processes
of love.

there was the first birth, of man from God
here, anyway
and then, woman from man

when woman flowers, she notices man desires her
because of her beauty
which he does not have
that? However, is far from the end of this very
complicated story.

that desire promises the profound exchange
of lovemaking
that goes unsaid, unspoken, so often even in the brain
the idea that those core hearts, those bungle of nerves
might be felt
might be known
not by the unequal tendrils of eyes or ears or hands
but by a tendril that feels
as it feels

they do not want a touch
they have no hunger, no, not yet
no appetite
not yet
but it grows and grows

does the pain of birth abate it?

how can one truly have that which one is missing?
by children and marriage and vast chemical processes?

the birth, then, is of what came of this complex and sordid
story
it is the trust earned and given, finally
after so many years
the birth of children to adults
and the birth of adults to children again

the insane order
the complexity of trees, yet their order
this?

This is no fascist feat
the image of small minds

this is the metaphor
of love
in physical incarnation

Yet??

A broken system

this fire? Is but hairs.
Frozen. A statue.

this is not who
nor what
we really are


hairs of fire
wild and wrapping
Michelangelo's David
&
Rachel

the beautiful foot, cocked
insinuating the act
her legs up and back
the beautiful hand, limp
accentuated the beauty
and the willingness
the want
to
be had

the work and the effort
the importance of the appearance
because you actually want to have it stuck in
and that matters

to be punished? to be empowered?
or, to speak with the real tongue
of who you are
to listen
and to
say
to memorize
the beat

to explore and try and finish
one's sentence
a code
of just
information

conversely, the man but stands
or lays down
he wishes to say what he thinks
of her
and she wishes to know

exactly what he has to say

his skin is harder, his muscles speak
of the inner, deeper, personal secret
his nose is bigger
his lips less pronounced
as his are downward
and as hers are
other

not that people are one or the other
many things they can be

and there is something
beyond her





















Shit & Blood, The Ink & Paint -- All the Same Thing

Why mix shit & wine, why mix excrement & cum? Is it because I only have here shit and pain and love and sweat and blood with which to paint?

Indeed. Heaven is far away.

I am left with but the excrement of what I have devoured
and the blood and sweat and tears and cum
of what I have made
of it

This is me
Nobody & Anybody

with one big, blank canvas to paint upon
angry
at the judgments
mixing together
the cotton and the leather

all these things that humans hate

Why do you think hindus hate gays? Was it that they studied the law? Is it that God hates gays? Why do they hate forsaken displays of love? Why do cargo cult people, lost on their islands... viewing those and that far across the sea as the afterlife... why do they hold to these laws?

It is simply mechanics
of instinct
which is all they have

It is not reasoning. It is not objective analysis. It is lost in the material world, which is all they know.

Yet? They are not animals. And they are only animals.

Animals, don't you see? Are just words for us to talk. Like stones and the sky and love, marriage, children... working... sleeping... shitting... crying... screaming... fucking.

There is no wisdom. There is no reasoning. How can you assert or describe when you are in the bubble of material existence?

What is wrong... what is right....

It is just what it is.

The one thing, is to not judge. No. But perceive. Listen. See.

Keep your eyes open.

When your hands are on the wheel.

These are but words that mean nothing.

Like words to a song.

That put together, in just the right way.

Mean Everything.

Everything.

At All.








Banging at the Honeymoon Door

'The Worries & Desires of this World'

Worries, fears
desires
money
fame
everyday life
problems

beautiful women
strong men

consider the possibilities
of the problems
of the Gospels
the Word
the Truth

in any murder mystery
the detectives
analyze the clues
they see discrepancies
they see differences
and try
to paint

yet, with the Gospels?
Where is this?

Consider the following:
'the sheep and the goats separated'
'the goats are told, what you did not do for the least of these'
'you did not do for me'

They were surprised

But?

The sheep, too
They are also surprised

They are told to their surprise
'what you did for the least of these'
 - which one might add -
 - to consider -
 - they are -
 - but only see -
 - the others -
'you did for me'

Now, where and how?
A stadium, perhaps?
Or through
the Transfigured Glory
of
The Least
of These

It Could Be Said
It Could Be Shown
There is No Difference

this
is
One

The Ever So True
And Bleak
Hypocrisy of Analysis

the Blindness of the Facts
the Deafness of the Truth

What happens
When All the Least of These
Transfigure?
What shall be that mirror?
Or Rather?

Who

Now contrast here, for a moment
this completely insignificant
truth

No sarcasm intended
Entirely
True

follow with me, if you will
what I am saying
goes beyond you

left behind....

the rigorous mind
tosses aside
all bitter
untruths

Contrast, if you will
the Rising
the Rapture
the Clouds

(As it were)

the least of these
are unkowing Christ
as the least of these
were called "man"
but a name
given
"Adam"

now we call "man" "human"
but the word just initially meant
Adam

so too, what then is christmanity?
huchrist
are you a man?
or a Christ?

this, though, like a thief in the night
is unknowable
or there never would be surprise
by the least of these.

is this math too simple?
or this abstract analysis too complex?

the vanity of being

perhaps...

As I said before
in just another poem
as Paul put it
Man
to
Woman
to
Child

The Woman points to the Man
for the child
and
the Woman points to the Child
for the Man
this
is all sexual
desire

(how sad?)

you are set to be something else

the paradigms
will change

of all the creatures on the earth
which have made up our language

(for, consider, with nothing, there is no word, with
a vacuum, there is no space...
for explanations
sentences
language
communication
the distance
and the capturing up
the going away
and coming back
the separation
and
the
return
the investment
and the
profit)

What would you like to know of Heaven?
for I know... not a thing.


Now, let us swing the camera
back around again
and consider
the other
parables
of The End
of
The Age


Ten Virgins
Longing for Their Love
They are you
They are them
They are
The Sheep and the Goats

Combine these two parables
find the consistencies
see what they fit
stop
hammering them
into tradition

the lying interpretations
the muddied
poisoned
water

of complaints

ten went out
in the dark
the flame of their love burning
the goats and the sheep

the sheep stayed awake
the goats fell asleep

both love
but
the goats lost it

in the worries and desires
and sleep
of the non-existence
of a temporary
world

what is eternal exists
what is temporary does not

it is these such things
that make
me
angry

how simple could it be to
just try
and make them fit

for love is life
and God is love
and God is life

life given to all
for some?
but a little
which is
entirely lost

for some?
it is eternal

they...
are the virgins
who stay awake

this love, this haunting melody
of what substance?
They demand to shove it into
one religion or another
never noticing
the love
was there
in
the first place
and now?

Gone

or?

Remaining

There is no love of anything else
or anyone
but God

they are virgins
denying
their love
confused
of
what comes after

Virginity

Confused
about girls

Confused
about boys

what young virgin boy
sees a girl
for what they shall
be
to them?

what young virgin girl
sees a boy
for what they shall
be
to them?

and from this?
Some are lost.
Asleep.

Banging, banging
at the honeymoon door








The Statement of the Universe

What Wild Happiness
What Wild Delusion
What Dreams

Consider
The Bleak Statement
of the Lie

You exist, equivalent to a stone
alone
alive
to die
and be?
Nevermore.

That? That is your joy?
Your sublime state?
Your Heaven?

People ape
They fake their smiles
They fake their joy
They lie to everyone
to themselves
All
the
More

No Small Predicament
No small strange bear trap
No small stone
fallen upon their limbs

What shall you sing of?
What is the great news you have?
presidents and scholars
poets
and movie stars
rock and roll glamour

dead things
with
no hope
only
passing
delusions
they mistake
as
joy

what does anyone transmit?
The researcher?
The explorer?
The scientist?
The artist?
The politician?
The leaders?
Where are they going?
That
anyone
would
follow?

Maybe? Your children
or their children
or their children's children's childrens
may live forever
because
that surely
does not matter
to you
in the slightest

But
Oh
What
the Lies
the Self-Deception

'Wandering stars... clouds with no raise...'

Instinct
Alone

No true reasoning

Humans, if you take a distance
are but as buzzing
bees
transmitting
the location
of the substance
to be honey

there are the very, very few who know
and the vast masses
who but act like them
knowing
not where to go

but 'wide' - oh - ever so wide!

Is the road of Destruction

What else is Meaningless?
What else is Nothing?

Listen, however, you
to Something Else
Something that Comes from Somewhere Else
Somewhere without a Beginning
and Somewhere with No End...

Even if it means
the Secret
of the Second Death
the Death of Self
Your Soul

But

This fire
does not hurt you
This death
does not kill you

As sure as the horror
the repugnance
of
the smoke

Open Up
To the New Day
Forever

I have seen the substance of the flesh
of the eternity behind the chest
the substance
which is
but imagination
a form
a disguise
a human word
to speak
so
very far down
to us

there is the father
there is the mother
there is the child

the mother
points to the child

for the father

the mother
points to the father

for the child

This?
Is the Way to Go


Even these
are but metaphors
for truths
beyond them

Temporary forms
that have withstood the ages
hidden monuments
written
in the code
of the fabric
of creation

The sun and the trees
and the flowers
and the bees
the mother
and the father
and all the stars
and widows of the breeze

this is the Story
this is the Word
this is Creation

Listen up
Because
it is
not
yet
Heard







Passwords

The Vast Spy Apparatus
The Alien Organization
from Far Outerspace

of Beings Beyond Mere Flesh
Ezekiel Dreams
&
Visions
Always in My Mind
&
Heart

Revelations

Some "trivial" wine
of "madness"
they drink
Burning
Their
Insides

Blazing the Crest
of
Finality

Across Their Heads

Of What Creatures
Can Many Be?
Creatures of Consciousness
Beyond

Evolution?
What a Joke

Transfiguration

You Don't Even Know
the End
of the Highway

Passwords
They Speak of Secrets
of Your Dreams
Your Secret Moments
Your
Impossible Things

...

So, I wake up in the morning
with this song
playing from my dreams
over and over
again and again

I pull it up
and look at the lyrics
Events from the Code
and Key
of My Ever So Secret
Things

What is but metaphor
for them
Was life events
for me


How Could They Know
Because
They
Are
Me









All the Color of the Dreams of Butterfly Wings

is this the message in the bottle
to future generations

maybe this is among the last words
of an unknown man

will the epitaph say
'he was smart but crazy'

dismissing the years
with a single closed door


most probably
this is sipping the wine
at the edge of armageddon

this is tasting
savoring
the last moments
of the human age

were presidents and poets
and scientists
consulted

were journalists apprised

did the message
make the mainstream


... 'but who has believed us'...


I would like now
to point out
the spiritual PA system
has long been
quite operational

So why say anything, ever
if others say it for me?


they have no understanding
there was a source out there
the truth behind their worries
the living behind the smoke & mirrors

like them
I too just speak
and write
and live

do we all believe
we are the source

the disguise of life
the unity of the conglomerate

they call it
the "divine we"
but they misunderstand
do they not?


all saints, all angels
are one
we are our own selves
and so many
and we are someone else
with a capital S and E

neither has any marker
about themselves
they are scattered
and lost
in countless boxes


otherwise
it would be no disguise

I would like to pretend
that I have some loss of confidence
some struggle of faith


but, let us say, today
Today
at the closing of this
Age
and the birth of the Dawn

that none of this is happening
let us pretend
as I always do
that loss of faith
loss of God
confusion
to fit in
this difficult disguise

let us pretend
that someone moves on
and becomes someone else
to years later
read this
and get some recollection
of what transpired

or let us pretend
there are those who want to know
that their souls will explode
like a caterpillar
awakening
from her long sleep

but no....

truth alone suits us

it is enough
and change, good or bad
is always traumatic

the perennial childbirth
the big one
of all creation


this is not poetry
no
this, as always, is code
for what can never be said


Man
Adam
was one person
separated
alone
lost
wandering

Christ
Jesus
is one person
separated
not alone
not lost
towards
a singular
final
direction

Do you remember the beginning
Have you been
Lost
in the Hive Mind
Heart
and
Soul

'Creation groans for the revealing of the Children of God'
the purpose
from before her

why
how did the sky respond
to the command
to stop the rain?

she is of the substance of God
as if peripheral vision
seeing all things
being all things
and yet?
being One
Separate
and far, far, far
above

beyond the darkness
that is really
Light
too terrible
for either humans
or
angels
to see

do you want to know The End?
Then
you have to know the Beginning

Loss of Self
Death of Self
Rebirth
in the One & Only
Christ, Jesus
The One Who Is, Was, and Shall Always Be

But who can understand
words
they are as snowflakes
individual for each person
though each a snowflake
how do you describe
snow
to those whom have never seen it?

the word is meaningless
unknown
invisible
impossible
unknowable


The Words
strung together
do they then make something?
Somehow transmitting
a substance
that is as liquid
or as food?

A drug?
A flower?
Sperm? Or, an Egg?

Something that one does
not actually see, nor know
but has
inherent
power


Question Mark


What is it we transmit, what is the point of it all?
Either it is eternal life, or nothing at all

Would you like to know some of the deep things?
Code is required, for the obscurity
the desire
to try and fit it in
the metaphor, the vague
bypasses
the conscious controls
this?
Is the only way.


Let Us Pretend
Let Us Play a Game
Let Us Step Back
Take a Breath
Blaze Our Eyebrows
Light Up Our Eyes
And Call Fire
Down From Heaven
All Around Us
Consuming
Everything
to New

The Dross
Destroyed


take, for instance, The Law
What Is It?
A Device of Communication
From Very, Very, Very
Far Away
to Far
Down
Here
Long
Ago

Fitting
Man's Standards
For what reason?
Look around
Hindu, Buddhist
Primitive
Never Heard of It Before
Never Listened
They Keep It

Yet? Are Creatures of Mere Instinct
Devoid of True Reasoning

Why Was It Given?
As It Said
Pay Attention
That They May Read It
And Be Impressed

No One Is Impressed
With That Which
They Can Not Understand

They See a New Car
Nice
Luxury
Fast
Expensive
That? They Understand.

The Christians Murdered
Say
They See Nothing Higher

Those Who Eat Trash
Do Not Know
Real Meat
Those Who Know
Nothing
Impoverished
Destitute
Thinking
They Know Everything?
Gorillas in Costumes
Monkeys in Religion
Impoverished In Rich Circumstances
Pretending
Not
Understanding

Their Most Wise?

Consider How Far Heaven Is Above the Earth
Can We Not Say This Still?
Telescopes
And Astrophysics
And All?

The Myth of the Alien
Not the Japanese
Not the Foreign
All the World is As
the Most Backward of Backward
Hick Town
Impoverished
Ignorant

Their technology? What wonders.
It is meaningless. Child's play.
They worship it
as if it were a god.
They know all things, in their own
thinking.

Less then infants.
The pride of knowing

knowing

nothing


Consider This
Technology

That can create Substance from Nothing
and Alter the World
As the human mind
alters their dreams

with vast
sophistication
and
control

Is any of this
really beyond their comprehension?

Two for a prize
One for a penny

It is Cold Outside
A Cold Desert
Where All Have Retreated
To Their Homes
of Cocoon
Hibernation
Singing Songs without knowing why
or from where

really

Writing movies
Stories
It is all the same thing
the color of the dreams
of Butterfly Wings


We Shall Become

And They?
Know
Not
A
Thing

















Sunday, April 6, 2014

The Dread God Machine

a small nation
who would consider it
at the heart
of all duties

you should ask why
if
there is nothing
to it

the leading scientists have
come together
and brought forth a conclusion

"there is no God"

they have discovered
what was never said before
nor known

first came the universe
then the earth
then
the animals
and
finally
human kind

how
exactly
was this known
before

...

Just a few
short
billion years ago

there was another people
not unlike your own selves
and
they had kids

the land
was separated from the water
in one great land mass

scientists would agree

consider
one island
one land mass
sorrounded by water

"God does not draw in straight lines"

or so the story goes...

but
I would be lying if I were to say to you
I do not know

I would be lying if I were to say to you
I was not there

And so, here we are
at the ends of the universe
just...
you
and
me

where did I come from?
where...
am I  going...

I am here to tell you
lads
I am here
to blow apart your party

Houston, we have a takeoff

this is what
everything was designed for
the end of the story
was surely written
before the beginning

everything else?
Well...
that is the whole point

Now...
listen to me carefully while I tell you a little story...

Now that I have your perfect
and complete
attention

in order for people to understand
there had to be the internet
which is not so much unlike Heaven
in the way we can communicate
across worlds

and there had to be the visions
of cinema
to explain
this other world

there also had to be the virtual worlds
of video games
so you can see

if human beings can create these things
in so few, short years
do you really trust you are the smartest
that you are the first
that no one had this technology
before you

that there were never any robots
and there is no civilization
billions
and
billions
and
billions
of years
ahead of you

we create our servants
out of the hard elements
of wind
and
fire

and it is this
Dread, God Machine
that is on
Planet
Earth