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.
I’m your lady in waiting. You’re my man on the moon. I’m Magda. You’re Anjum. We’ve Indigo eyes. I’m Mosena. You’re Sallie. We’re two of a
My prophet rises from snow white sands. He is cut & bruised with bloody hands. His metamorphosis is marked by purple flowering feathered wings immaculately
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?
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 name is ‘Prophet’ but they call me, ‘hey, you!’ I am a penniless drifter shod poorly. I’m diseased & despised. I sing for a
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 womb.
If life were fair, the creatures surrounding this beautiful beast would be quite dead & lifeless. Y’all sprawled out on the ground with that lovely, godly spirit
If you were to touch me now, you would electrocute the both of us. I am highly charged & you are gifted with devouring receptivity. The hair
Hollywood Boulevard & Vine Street erupts with volcanic fireworks like fireflies; over & over, again & again,ooo, ahh, ooh. They bring the western & eastern
“Command thyself to be healed, to be loved, to love, to forgive, to be forgiven, command thyself.” A preacher man taught me that
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
I We remain a beacon of light up on the hill, yet we must never let loose the reigns of power to those who would
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
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
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.
Verbrenne meine wilde Seele Ich bin Papier, das an all seinen Ecken brennt. Du bist der Rauch, zu dem ich werde. * Translated from English
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.
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.
I am sitting on a filthy floor in an emptied room in front of a fireplace that has never seen a true fire. I
As pérolas caem daqueles olhos prismáticos brilhantes e eternamente espirais do céu do nosso criador. Eu os pego … preto, azul, branco, leve … e eu os arremesso em seu universo com todas as minhas forças.
Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is your flight attendant speaking: Please fasten your seat belts. The captain has asked me to remind you, there is no smoking permitted in the lavatories, and to