If you give me Palestine, I swear to God I’ll end this crime. I’ll lay verbena, purple glory, along the path of Jesus’ story. I’ll ask our buddy,
The crescent moon rises sheepishly; the slightest breeze might dim it’s shimmer. Whispering palms hum in unison a melody taught them by traveling winter winds long before
… your worth as a living being was measured in full when you were born. Do nothing if that is your desire. That’s what I do. It may be your destiny. I hope it’s mine.
The raven caws five times, then the rain falls. Heaven’s sky tears down with a beautiful viciousness. Above my head, I study the layers of
Their mirrors reflected wondrous images. Among them were holy men washing the feet of beggar men & the women who keep the fires burning dancing a fantastic dance, millions of them & more but numbers do not go up that high, especially where numbers don’t count at all.
HE SAID: I am only human. My voice is powerful so I never shout. We share many of the same thoughts. We come from the same
This life is amazing. It really sucks though. Sometimes. It is like Rosemary’s baby. Her head is spinning in circles in a movie called Psycho. She
Part of my face is an immense crater. It is here I spend all my free time, sitting beside myself sipping tea on the lips of
The mind of creation constantly reveals its startling secrets, seldom do we hear. Messages are everywhere, in everything, illuminating many paths leading to a deeper understanding. Duty-bound,
Burnt onto the pages of my ancient history, is the story of our love; a spiritual decree. Penned onto the memory of my simple, fleeting
Our queen is a day laborer and we are the lords of her kingdom. Blessed be our lovely queen forever and ever, amen. Our queen is
In this dream, I am falling free without fear. Suddenly, my descent is intercepted by swift moving clouds. Each one has a distinct face yet
Hollywood Boulevard & Vine Street erupts with volcanic fireworks like fireflies; over & over, again & again,ooo, ahh, ooh. They bring the western & eastern
My body is your sacred chalice. Pour your hungry heart into my thirsty soul. Swim in the warm waters of my mind. More than this, there’s nothing. Wash your wounds in the sea of me.
I believe I was meant to live after the deluge. I was an innocent in the time of the great plague, yet I survived where all others fell. I believe I was meant to live before & after the great plague. That is the reason the why you are here also; we were meant to live after the fall; before & after the great deluge.
GONG: Nothing should be literally taken without contemplation. You may extrapolate this “saying” to mean much more or even much less. In general though, I believe it is a metaphor for honoring all those who come before us. By doing so, and listening to what our elders have to say, with all their wisdom, is a great source of direction along the way to fulfilling our own true path. Do you understand me?
Tell me about your paradise? Is it warm through the year?
Are the skies always clear? Has everyone smiles? How many miles?
Is it true what I’ve heard; a man’s word is his word?
Are you free as a bird? Is truth really king? Teach me to sing!
I once witnessed A brilliant platinum galaxy Abruptly vanish Into a hovering cloud Of dense Erotic black * I saw a stunning world Hanging on
My cup brims over with exquisite insanity; a wondrous mathematical equation, All the earth’s treasures lay scattered before me. I jump high on a trampoline sky.
My name is Prophet, but they call me, “hey, you!” I am a penniless drifter shod poorly, diseased and despised. I sing for a seat near
Next, I look at my life, my spirit, my body, my mind, as I soar to a place above all of this which I claim as mine (I know that I do this. It is so very easy to do), and I feel that which I am, and I see my life without Ma Shivamayi Acharya, which is a detachment of being here now, and I know, I do not believe, but I KNOW that Ma Shivamayi Acharya is the real deal, for I have been here before. I trust my inner knowing to tell me truth. Truth has a sound that pierces the air.
I tossed and turned throughout the night. I felt something amiss, not quite right. Thunder rolled across black skies, lightning struck shut both my eyes. My
Upon the littered streets of Chelsea, Sheridan Square, Christopher Street, the pier, the trucks & my old neighborhood over off Bank street by H. B. Studios lay debris & detriment & minced miniature genitalia of yesterday’s used up action figures greeting good morning through hazed, petrol glassed, excremental eyes.
The wisdom of many a great sage directs us to be grateful for what we do have & be here now. Nowhere will you find any great thinker admonishing you to relinquish, relent or let the winds of empty promises impale your dreams of a greater longing. By your understanding of your own ultimate authority, which is the source of all power, you will achieve, without the burden of a anxious attachment, that which some call your destiny fulfilled. You are already your destiny fulfilled.
Your dreams are the fuel which propels our collective spirit to greater heights. I
Throw caution to the wind. She knows what to do with it. Follow me. We’ll have fun playing under the desert sun. I’m not asking for your hand n marriage. I stand too much to lose. As you, I need to be free. I am. That’s why I am fond of you. I see me in you & I love what I see. You have wings that never stop flapping. You are the great Gossamer.
Flores por las muertes … Flores por las muertes … Flores por las muertes …Gracias,,, S
,,beno,,,gracias..you silly old tigtfisted basterd … fuck …. Flores por las muertes … Flores por las muertes …
It’s just an idea. It’s not the end of the world. Think about it. No worries. No limits. No boundaries. We don’t have to talk
I am the newborn universe born once more, over and over again. I am an old woman speaking her wisdom to the universe. I am a young bird singing. I am its Mother weeping. I am the sun laughing all the way every single day & it’s hard to believe it’s been perfect from the start, yes, perfect from the start.
The Moon is a Sattvic or spiritual planet. It gives faith, love, openness, surrender, devotion, peace and happiness. As a very sensitive and mutable planet, the Moon
I am sitting on a filthy floor in an emptied room in front of a fireplace that has never seen a true fire. I
Intuition, or call it what they will, is the direct source to all knowing, I think so.
Do you remember the cliffs of desire where we first met at the edge of the world near the temple of the heart where a forgiving ocean meets the grateful sky? Do you remember Frey, the golden bear who wished us well?
This clip is truly iconic Americana. From the ‘rousing’ of the boys & a nation, to the private sitting between George M. Cohan & President
I am there along side all of those who loved him for being a true human being. “Life is short but terribly eternal.” Some of us are mortal, some of us are gifted immortality. We do not choose one or the other.
Full moon silver frosted leaves, glacine dew robed sycamore sleeves. Sagacious spiders (masters of weave), slept snug & warm beneath my eaves. The creek roared
I am your mother.
I have made love to the moon.
If you’re mystic, come this way & play for me. Tune your strings sharp & clear with all the pressure I can bare. If you’re mystic, stroke my
INCINERATE MY SAVAGE SOUL
I AM PAPER BURNING AT ALL MY EDGES.
YOU ARE THE SMOKE I BECOME.
If reckless joy rips me apart I hope I never heal. If the scorching heat of love’s desire should sear my spirit’s flesh, I will dress
The Great Dane beauty had lived his life according to the laws of God. Kilos of muscle, tendons & fierce intelligence griped the cliffs to Heaven’s Gate. Behind him, carrying a pail of lotus leaves galloped Alex. I loved him for that.
There is no way you can avoid this moon tonight. Do you hear me? There is no way you can avoid this moon tonight.
I sang with an owl once. I nicknamed her, Laughing Owl, because I sang so far off key, she simply laughed and laughed and laughed in between
He says he loves Jesus and Jesus loves him. He’s a modern day prophet forgiving your sins. He’s a radio pirate with a cable show
I wade knee deep into the silent sea. Its stillness reveling in the salt tears of a million ghosts not unlike me. Imbued with the
My eyes hold their place among the wreckage of my face. I’m thinking, one more cocktail with this blue-eyed slab, paid for twice over but never
Киев – это вихрь … Я говорю через нос, но я просто буду говорить. Есть определенные места на земле, отличные от других мест, которые я
This approaching dawn looks brighter than the others. The Orioles song seems sweeter than I remember. The fog I had resigned myself to living with