These Times

Only light.

2012-01-10T04:25:00.000-08:00

The cities cry alone
the wanderer has lost his home

The thawed will wash ashore
veiled and wrapped in thin rice paper
adorned with confetti and bengal tigers

Tales from deep within the sea
told by moon light and moonshine

The talks will peel the skies
the reels will flash and burn burn burn
until there is only light

Until there is only light.

back on track

2011-09-27T09:23:00.000-07:00

While we await for our mind to return

the heart asks why it is that we lie to ourselves

inspite of knowing

that the truth will indeed set us free

There is a three-fold path

that will awake in me

the righteous light that uplifts

mind, heart, will

once again i have India to thank for illumination

Greater even, i have Earth to thank

no, no, i have Sun to thank

mmmm, i have Galactic Center to thank

wait. I have God to thank

I have me to thank.

thank you-rsef

Not premeditated.

2011-07-17T17:25:00.001-07:00

like a snowflake swimming down the mountain´s air currents

that don´t really belong to the mountain or to this world

and this chant i give to you

full of bumps and rugged corners

so that it may polish in your heart what it could not with my hand

this chant and my heart

open and full

dark in the night

where the fingering rodabell grows

behind tall grass high up on the hill

only at night does my rodabell flow

only at night can you drink the tea made from its mysterious grey flower

only at night

for then you can see

the veins in the petals and the truths of the immortal

the soul and the mouth

this chant and its technology

belong to the bearer

who is brave enough

to look at her own reflection in the dark

and then slap the surface of the water

to create distortion and change

only the elders

of our future can show us the way

their home is near

they always stay inside

waiting for a visit

of our imagination

and our will

claim this holy booty

and spill your own blood

to appease the monsters

that create their own

hug this time

squeeze it

its unique

and it will not come back

enter the sun

and with it the new days

that for a moment will seem still

but the growing hum will give them away

and the nostalgia will hit

followed with structure

and then this ancient chant

overlaid with it´s new flavor

of lightness and high tones

it will make you move

physically and emotionally

with the strength of a thousand violins

and without any violence

spores and fires

will feed our mouths

our souls

the drop will dance with the spark

they will make children

resembling hope

but they will be more dependable

and present

awa neh

yes

awaneh

dont know what it means but it rolls of the tongue real nice

try it

awa neh

awaneh

glorious is this day

may it serve you

and gladden you

and remind you

that love has many faces

and only one asshole

In Brazil

2011-05-31T10:25:00.000-07:00

In this land
lives
the sweet
air

In this land
grows
the green underbelly
of the giant turtle
that carried the world
to this most auspicious time
of inner change

In this land
people
know the difference between
being complete
and being separate
between
music and myth

In this land
the beans are
loaded with garlic
the sandwich
doesn't waste time
with
leafy baggage
or
too many clothes

In this land
meditation flows
in the shape of infinity
always catching up to itself
...
but i wouldn't know anything about that
...

breathe...

2011-04-28T18:45:00.000-07:00

Breathing this light

I now remember

Constellations and churned turnips

Bathing my soul

Resplendent fervor

Inundating the cove

I call heart

Breathing this sound

I now can feel

Dancing Jupiters and

Crying rainbows

Beckoning my spirit

Back into freedom

Far from illusion

Breathing this taste

Of the afterlife

Here and now

Where it truly resides

I can now see

The missing color to the secret lives

We all live

But want to forget

Every time

Slumber falls upon us

Breathing this touch

The thousand arms of the serpent goddess

Welcome my being

Her embrace and hearth

Now fuel

The wheel of my being

Spinning me

Into the growing existence

Breathing this air

Reassures me that I AM

Alive

Well

Divine

Let your mantra be YUM, not Yuck.

forgotten decree

2011-04-26T17:16:00.000-07:00

In the receptacle of the king
a fair march preceded
the ultimate decree:

man & woman must love above all,
love everything equally
and continuously

this was a royal order
of the highest importance

supposed to be carried out immediately

so,
what happened people?

How Wonderful

2011-03-11T14:03:00.000-08:00

The sun has a saddle on its back
where we all sit
and chant prayers
that we then weave into its rays of light.

The moon owns a bar down the alley
every 28 days its business hours
are enjoyed by a select few
that know how to make her blush.

Love in disarray

2011-01-06T18:21:00.000-08:00

Today's sun

can be called abnormal

lacking luster and aroma

Buffer time

absorbs the blow

with a complication

We won't wait

control

tried and true

That's what we're after

its purpose is anonymous

only the immediate comfort is visible

and the light at the end of the tunnel

ends up burning us

and dismay grows

when the pain of one becomes shared

by a multitude of moths

happily singed

by the ever burning flame

of a love in disarray

This Time

2010-12-14T12:45:00.000-08:00

This time when everyone is jolly

is so very cold

to more than my bones

This time when I see happy shadows

reflected off colorful strings of light

turns my own into the mush it wants to become

This time has always been the same

even when surrounded with those who truly care

my heart has always felt disdain for this wonderful time of the year

This time and that one too

they come happily holding hands

all i do is sit and watch

For nothing moves me on this time

aside from a few films and the odd treat

gifts come wrapped with more than shinny paper

sentiments hidden and unspoken

wrap around these things we distribute

we fruitlessly hope to make amends

By buying things

we try to buy love

and when it doesn't work

We are encouraged to buy some more

to be traded and handed

in a stock market exchange

For the White Hawk

2010-11-16T09:57:00.000-08:00

On the steaming earth of the red desert, a pair of weary feet prance a painful dance of spreading light. The luminous seeding feet belong to a being who is in the earth, yet not of it. White Hawk Angel. Has been walking for two decades or so. The body-vehicle given to him had to adapt to his incredible light, it enlarged and molded to the force of spirit emanating from his core. The result of this effort has left him with a musical wrist, movable knees, a very tall complexion and a malleable face that contorts to perform.
Laughter and song are the seeds he prefers to plant on this particular walk.
As with many other light spreaders, this particularly luminous being has encountered steep physical difficulties. Misunderstanding and addictions have plagued his sphere of being without warning. The good fight isn't good to the good fighters, and they all know this prior to the battle.
As he lifts the heads of those that listen to him, his spirit, his ultimate and eternal essence grows and expands, and this effect is highly contagious.
His path is shielded from the hidden side lines, he is always taken care of and there are forces that are making sure he stays on this plane until there is a change.
My encounter with him keeps replaying itself on the screen of my thoughts. The laughs shared and the brave condition to laugh at the difficulties and just keep on going, are the probably the two biggest gifts i received from this Angel.
May you live well and prosper in love and gratitude forever, my dear Gavin.
Can't wait to see you again.

Tenaciously yours,

Nico. "little red hawk"

2010-10-30T20:42:00.000-07:00

when they come
we will see
when they come
more will beam
when they come
the ostrich will run against the wind
when they come
the clouds shall part
when they come
areas will not be forged
homes will not be lost
pain will not be painted
over the faces
or the hedges
when they come
and they tell you they've been here
all along
you will say
'ahh, it felt like you were'

food
for
thought.

These Blunders...

2010-10-20T15:40:00.001-07:00

are like fertilizers for this soul

thick air

2010-10-17T01:00:00.000-07:00

im not too good at this life thing
i should have the hang of it by now
but i don't
i keep getting by with the bare minimum
with just enough to make it through
and then again sometimes
just enough doesn't feel quite right
just enough doesn't keep people by your side
ah
im tired of just enough
im sad that 'it's just enough'

load of crap
just enough

words

2010-10-16T01:51:00.000-07:00

my words are stuck in a dam

high up above the hills

they grow cold

they shiver

as the moon waxes

they loose magic

they cry

for a way out

and Mr. earthquake

hears them

he unleashes

one of his renowned shakes of fluff

opening the dam like a clam

my words now

freely, flow down

pouring into the towns

imposing

that dryness of language

is no longer the norm

people's linguistic pipes

are unclogged

words now run through the streets

causing merry havoc

lifting skirts of impatience and anticipation

showing glimpses of what they can not describe

my words

they cascade until the cascading's caput is cut

then they rest

the lazy river, they join

undulating liquid snake

all the way

to the brink of river-ness

to the birth of endless

to the big wide blue

oceanic words

my words become

ever changing this fickle words

they keep me going these humless words

the 3 10's

2010-10-10T14:31:00.000-07:00

time to make a change
today is special
so go outside
and breathe
love
into the atmosphere
make it grow
this love bubble of ours

today facebook stole 39% of my soul, and i ate two bowls of cereal . .

2010-10-08T19:33:00.000-07:00

.
.

the rest of my time was divided between procrastination and contemplation

the plant of my day never saw the sunlight
only until the darkness fell
did my day want to begin
and even as i got ready
i felt heavy with complacency and indifference
the world's tentacles made it to my room
and i was not ready for those huge suction cups

i had to break a window
to lured the squirmy tentacles away
with the music from my accordion
they followed dancing until the ocean
was reached (just as they reached my house, the little bastards)
and they were home
the squid they belonged to was evidently distressed
the sight of his precious tentacles made him squirt a squidish smile

the road back intended to be mysterious and challenging
but my trusty accordion persuaded it
with smoky smoothness
to pretend it was summer and to forget all about the clock

with the night warm as a hug
i made it back
in literally
no time

after cleaning the glass
sleep was wonderful
except
i had this crazy dream
about the world
and it

was controlled by silly men

and their ocean was bleeding

and they didn't do a damn thing

and then i woke up.

Sunday

2010-10-03T17:11:00.000-07:00

what is it about you day?

the problems you bring seem to be toppling over the top of my patience

yet you find ways to show me the power I have to change the stresses

did you plan all of this since we invented you, day?

did you plot against me?

when did you decide that it was cool to throw these people i didn't want to see right in front of me, when did you calculate exactly what it would take for my love to faint?

is someone paying you day?

could you really be that greedy? and what would you do with your earnings any way, you've spent yourself being mischievous and now you're almost over.

i have but one simple plea

talk to the night, yes the one right behind you

and please tell her to be soft and kind.

chaos

2010-10-01T10:03:00.000-07:00

Chaos poofs into my life

through the invisible road of seven parts

it poofs and it squishes left-over beliefs

winking a smile

as if daring the confused part of me.

I am ready

to stop living in a corporate world

so bring on the dancing

i will crush the malice

growing within the walls of your brain

the walls shaken by these rainless thunders

by this chaotic weather

Attempts to change reality with letters

Mr. Robbins had it right, language IS everything

today

will be the first

active

chaos

come

ctvhsm

t s

v h

h v

s t

mshvtc

please lift me out of this stagnant rut

propel my spirit

give it some charge

bring in the change

abandon the chase

of tasting the chaste

this life is a paradox

expectations

are lead-less

harbor nothing

use everything

belief is a tool

and i just found the handle

let the music begin

and most importantly of all

don't take the world so seriously

peeple of ze wurrld relax!

imix lotus

2010-09-24T11:19:00.000-07:00

align center

recapitulate splendor

articulate feeling

support endeavor

glorify virtue

abandon vice

masticate solar

negate nothing

embrace yourself

activate beauty

extrapolate unity

breathe continuity

target deplorable

aim carefully

destroy hypocrisy

charge mystery

dilute consuming

increase creation

maneuver fullness

enjoy void

taste eternal

watch kingdom

animal mineral

hear messages

include earth

concern solutions

think home

dry brain

empty wallet

sad face

no more

of this

bull shit

take action

make life

fucking beautiful

hold in

this planet

for yourself

stop procrastinating

step fully

into yourself

walk bravely

see your

spirit's light

ponder longer

average man

quits quickly

hope's hope

remembering time's

changing nature

claim these days that cry to you

touch these hearts that stick to you

move these layers of blandness and boredom

shake and flay them

so that you may once again

remember, see, hear, taste, touch, feel, think, hug

the fullness of nothing

the grace enveloping everything you do

the perfection of the world's ways to make us

into what we ought to be

suicide the false self

plunge him into oblivion

emerge once more

clean and stripped

of ego's blunders

rise and shine

grinning

smile

amen.

AND

2010-09-15T10:42:00.000-07:00

And how the ring sits inside the ear

And how it bounces back and forth as black-flagged concert child

And it's amazing how the moods fluctuate according to the timings

And unbelievable how tightly the feelings hold on to these nimble rings

And this music how it fuels its inhabitants and their world

And paired with smell these incessant rings go all the way to the past

And with such ease we are put back in forgotten places

And the memories that are revived from their lengthy slumber

And the thoughts being fabricated at this moment to be retrieved in the future

And how long will it be

And will this love for music ever subside?

And where will the answers come from?

And and and

And that's all

Psittacidae

2010-09-13T18:34:00.000-07:00

funk

spunk

clunk

chug

hug

words and their secret power

play peek-a-boo with my sentiments

they flutter and mutter among themselves the secret truths of the all

then capriciously

they migrate my way

by the time they reach my brain's ear

the secrets have burrowed themselves again

into cultural and personal mud

they remain hidden from me

but not from the parrots

no no no

they know

they bask in the know

they fly powered by the power of know

their colors come from knowing

so i set on an adventure

the sole goal

enamor a parrot

with wit and charm

then coax it into releasing the secrets

un-muddied and fresh

into my hungry ears

the parrot, i found

the enamoring was done

the coaxing peeled away the information as intended

by the time it landed in my sound receptacles

the implications of such knowledge

had plowed their way into my knowing eye

i was able to see

behind all the mason bricks of reality

with a clarity so incandescent that it almost blinded me

but alas the malign implications...

they impeded my relating of what i saw

in fact they replaced the lucidly brilliant images of the truth's truth

with an image

this image is the only thing i am allowed to share

i was assured that this image carries all the knowledge i was privy to

and that all that set eyes upon it

would at some level

feel, understand, and assimilate

the perennial knowl-edge

the image

sits atop this account.

para lore [en inglish]

2010-09-12T17:05:00.000-07:00

look above

look below

look behind

look around

what you see is in fact

what you get

what you see

will last

as much as a sand castle

on the side of the freeway

things will change

because you will change

and that is inevitable

sometimes what is around

doesn't foster good feelings

sometimes all we do is work

and live

and eat

and pee

and blink

and drive

and sleep

and

we forget

how wonderful all of it is

the reminder comes

sometimes late

but it always shows up

those windows to your soul

so blue and infinite majestic and deep

keep them open

that is all you have to do

i wish i could do more

than write simple words

i wish i could illuminate your surroundings

i wish i could make you taste the sweet nectar of being human

that has always belonged to you

i wish i could show you exactly how amazing and beautiful you are

i wish i had it all

just to give

it to

you

.............................................................

animals

will

be your guides

they will protect you

from the wild humanity

grazing this nasty asphalt

they will give you all of their love

because they know nothing more

and they, better than me

can show you

just how wonderful

all of it is.

continue

2010-09-11T16:39:00.000-07:00

forge ahead my friend

simply keep threading this invisible current that rules your life

stopping at any moment will inevitably affect you

you will be enveloped with the flow

you will belong to it

and it will do with your life as it pleases

when we find ourselves in this state of inertia

the flow tends to push us toward places

that exist within each of us

places that we try to avoid

the flow wants us to go there and untie the knots we created

while we tried to escape ourselves

if the knots become too numerous

their weight increases

and threading becomes extremely difficult

escaping oneself is tricky business

for in this context escape

can lead

directly to entrapment

and sinking...

nobody likes sinking

one extremity at a time

but taking no extremes

let's attempt once more

to gravitate upward

and feel the lively

wind of change

pushing

against

our

face

and

soul

let's

let

be.

attempt [s]

2010-09-10T16:55:00.000-07:00

i try to write

for you and for me and for the soul of the world

i try to write

about things and people and events that seem important to our growth

i try to write

when the moon is high and when the sun is low

when the stars are born and when the grass grows

i try and try

and only when i try does it really happen

but then

for some unknown reason i stop trying

and i sit back

and i read my attempts and sometimes i think they aren't too great

some other times i think they should be required reading for all students

then i come back to reality

and i try to bend it and re-shape it with the chisel of my thought and the rock of my sentence

i chip away

i tell you to breathe

even though i forget to

sometimes

...

imagine what would happen if all the people alive in the world right now took a deep breath at exactly the same moment

imagine

the rolling wave of peace

imagine the ozone being cleaned by our own lungs

imagine what would happen if all the people alive in the world right now

decided to hum

long and uninterrupted

it would be so very loud

that maybe we wouldn't be able to hear our bad thoughts anymore

imagine what would happen if all the people alive in the world right now

started caring about one another

imagine how that would feel

feel how that would imagine

itself

into

existence

Spoken chant

2010-09-01T22:18:00.000-07:00

the inspiration of the poet has sailed away in a giant floating leaf

searching for ports more apt than this one

it is now looking for an open hand

for a free quill

"you wont find it here" i tell it

"i like to type my stuff, you capricious inspiration!"

and then i add

"plus who in the world uses a quill anymore?"

...a poet's inspiration can be romantically unrealistic

"it sounded good" you shout across the paper

and i can't refute

"look for an open keyboard! you may have more luck" says me -the desperate techno poet

waiting for a little nugget of literary goodness

"oh keyboards are so impersonal and limited"

and then

the pirate poet's-inspiration adds

"what if you wanted to draw next to your poem, inside it, over it, then what would you do with your precious little keyboard?"

i quickly realize that this maritime outlaw is quite witty

so i dash for the paper and the pen, i'm afraid this will end through other means

more agreeable to the poet's inspiration

but don't worry my worthy reader

i shall quench your poetry thirst with words that will prove to be much more vivacious than mine

here is

the genius

Dame

Edith Sitwell

POETRY

Enobles the heart and the eyes,
and unveils the meaning of all things
upon which the heart and the eyes dwell.
It discovers the secret rays of the universe,
and restores to us forgotten paradises.

good night

imix

2010-08-26T22:26:00.000-07:00

crocodile crocodile

beginner of starters

ancient snake 2.o

stiff and rough

yet swift and buff

nobody can mess with you crocodile

they don't know that you carry the original mud on your back

that you thread the first waters to create the last

they don't know about you crocodile

they pretend not to see you crocodile

they look the other way, and you are not entirely innocent of this

you scare the sweat out of them

for that is your role crocodile

to get people running out of the stagnant waters

where they would become mossy and slimy

you get the square rolling crocodile

i want you crocodile

to come into my life and swim with me

only you can teach them and us, crocodile

how to face the inevitable fears of being alive

by fortifying the outer layer and softening the movement

thank you crocodile

for bearing this task

of keeping us in our toes

Arrival gate at LAX

2010-08-25T00:21:00.000-07:00

It should have been tedious

waiting for hours and hours

glad it wasn't

saw so much love

so much human interaction

I was there for a LONG time so

I classified it by race, and gender

here are the results:

-Asian man do not like to show emotion toward Asian woman.

-Children will always make a situation lighter

-Middle eastern man enjoy kissing each other (we should all learn from them)

-Women get ecstatic when a lost loved one is recovered

-Mexican families looooooove to travel together

-There are lots of lonely white people

-Or maybe they just travel a lot (see above)

-Love knows no age or gender or race

-Old people are incredibly cute when they kiss

the big common denominator was love.

so much of it

un-expressed

over-expressed

always present

in every embrace and smile

and even when there's just a guy holding a sign with a name, and then the name walks up, there's this moment when the name cannot help but to show how glad s/he is that someone is there for them, in that first smile prior to the hand shake ... LOVE

All around

people waiting for people

people waiting for love

If you ever feel lonely

or sad

or preoccupied with the state of the world

go watch people wait for love

inevitably they will bring you some as well.

Today I place no importance on common sense, or poetry.

2010-08-15T18:46:00.000-07:00

out of touch

the center of middle earth

i get it now

it was always about me, and you, and the center

coming to conclusions can be self destructing

but wandering could affect the measures of excitement

so we stay in the middle

right in the middle

waiting for the next note

waiting for the stroke, for the kick, for the finger pushing down on that f-sharp key

so we can hear the next and the next and the next

all of this is so useless

marriage of solitude and technology

their child: earth 2010

the birth wasn't painful to us

because technology is distracting

and very good at keeping us isolated

and controlled

some use it properly

but then they get used

and the whole enchilada continues to cake walk across the puddle

what do you mean this doesn't make any sense?

YOU don't make any sense

your thick foot-skin doesn't make any sense

your perfectly designed body suit doesn't make any sense

your allegations of a true and divine nature don't make any sense

the weather doesn't make any sense

but what does it truly mean 'to make sense' .. ?

do you even know how many senses there are?

i didn't think so

me neither

but i know that the mysterious number is higher than five

let's investigate our senses

and feel each other's warmth

please

let me feel

your warmth

let me know you're alive!

scream at my face

scream something obscene

scream an algebra formula

scream anything

but please scream warmly

because the world is tired of being ignored

our shoulders are too damn cold

and we turn them so much

ROLL

tuck

ROLL

tuck

ROLL

tuck

huh?

dream

2010-08-14T20:14:00.000-07:00

Mr. Blue

please don't come to me

take the exodus train

go to the end

there's a restaurant there

have a meal

maybe that's what you need

Run!

to both sides simultaneously

Try!

to achieve balance

it seems so hard that i never even begin

and then i kick my own derrier ...

humans are complicated

we need to remember

how simple

everything is ...

-there's one source

-it wants the absolute best for all.everything.everyone.

-we are to facilitate this want

-and to create new faces for this same want using our imagination and our feelings

-a desire that is born out of love

-and thats how we make children (and raise them too)

so fuck the disney channel, and mcdonalds and everything else that thwarts our children's purpose for making them sarcastic and fat, and moody and angry

fuck uneducated parents who bear children as a sport

fuck abortion clinics

bless abortion clinics

the world is a paradox

i think it doesn't have to be

abortion clinics wouldn't be needed if we knew how to raise children.

sometimes being loving gets a bit tiring.

today is one of those times.

i miss my childhood

i wish the world was better

i wish there was a flashlight that emitted love light.

i could shine it at all the ceo's and presidents and oppressors and police man and parents

and they would implode into another dimension inside their heart

and they would see that THERE IS NOTHING ELSE!

and they would fall on their knees

and they would cry

and ask for forgiveness from all

and from source

and the world would start changing on a large scale

and eventually we would all feel like this

and we would create beautiful dreams that would spread throughout the universe

and all the aliens would come to the earth when they felt tired or a little sad

for a love bath and some apple juice

we would be the universe-love-spa per excellence

it's nice

able

dream

change the do

2010-08-08T15:31:00.000-07:00

conversation rich and substantial

right above your head every night, every day

just open up that inner ear of yours,

it sits right in your heart,

listen to the celestial advice

musically timed

perfectly attuned

change

so many sing about it

so many have died for it

yet it remains

change never ends

it feeds perpetually on you and me

so let's keep it going

folding out like an origami sphere

let's live inside change

let's invite it to hang out and eat cornflakes with us

i am sure change would like that

such a little word

it should have at least 8 more letters

for it is everything

nothing gets DOne with out it

not even a doodle

add the word go in front of it

you now have the name of a fantastic album

and a great motto to live by

change

and

with your heart

listen

hear ye

2010-07-21T13:49:00.000-07:00

yeah...

the tune rolls in

voice touches the complement in the inner ear

swim together voice and tune

spin in your respective directions

34:21

completion of duality

dreams of melted polarities

flower in you

out of your chest

liquid sunflower

dancing with the jammin'

bouncing heads

bow to what you know

in your heart

now the flower is withering

petals falling around your center

rippling slowly

i'ts all part of the jammin'

to and fro

like the Indian dance

Musica do Brasil

2010-07-20T17:54:00.000-07:00

Dancing in the tip of your new york stake will not improve your digestion

of this sonic locomotion called Brazilian music

Nothing moves quite like it - because IT doesn't actually move

IT moves everyone around it - not always into dance - sometimes it moves inside

Only brandon would understand

this carolina shaped guitar - electric underwater bubble strings

Tunning into the abyss of bliss - riding the pandero hoping stylishly

turn me into a berimbau Oh Lord and my life would be complete

Abandon me in bahia with a pair of maracas - and a flute

ill emerge the victor of the octagon - in which music bounces in and out

Claim the booty of this sounds deep into your heart

there is no other container for them - all else would brake with awesomeness

Sharp little wings turning left and right

emerge from Seu Jorge's fingers when he plays

Honey fairies flutter out of his lips - nest in his throat

copulate in his heart - in the stage and when he sleeps

Papa bear was re-incarnated into Mestre Acordeon - he wanted to be a brilliant philanthropist

so he learned capoeira and sang his life alive

well meninas e meninos

let turn into os mutantes - get drunk on Coehlo, sip guaranas, and jump into 2014

Brazil is the world on a small scale

and how interesting i should write this on the day my country celebrates 200 years of independence.

Salud!

Bloody hell in america

2010-07-16T09:33:00.000-07:00

Dreaming a new scent for these circus days

twirling around the time concept we use to have

the splash will be monumental when we arrive

Cultural inception of regulated thought machines

work through lacerated language

nothing makes sense when they don't even know how to speak

or why they're speaking

The purpose is forgotten in a bowl of alphabet soup

circles around circles

and we keep running trying to catch the next corner

the beacon towers of hope, charity, brotherhood, love, and compassion

still warn us of dangerous coasts with ragged rocks and shallow waters

Chaos will ensue when the golden mist starts to blind our voyage

it will be generated by the unknowing masses behaving like hives

dying for the queen without the smallest glimpse of their true size

all parts of this hive we call earth are unique

fight club was using reverse psychology

if you don't believe me watch it backwards while standing on your head

turn me around so i can see the sunrise

2010-07-15T10:26:00.000-07:00

explosions of wonderment and lucidity

come to my window at night

when the new moon is high

singing i receive the bounty

of my internal hunters

who thank the stars for guiding them

this pulp is not fiction

this mass is my dream

everything else is just between

this and that exchange meaning and direction

tight rope becomes a cooked noodle

stuffed and primed for consumption

now the choices become clearer by the second

going right is a good idea

just know that it'll take you to the same place

left would have brought

there is no more balancing act

there is no more is

so get out of your house

and play with the water and the sun

when you are done

make a pie

and smile.

Of being

2010-07-13T21:25:00.000-07:00

Survive the seeds

of the disrupting apple

mis-information

about

the

truth

origin

legend

grandeur

that always

belonged

to you

they sprouted

grew

divided

spread their mission

covered the mind-ground

of the herds

tied by the heart beats

that were muffled

by the poison

of the rotten

fruits

fermented minds

produced

weapons

hurt

the mass

of the traveler

carrying

the whole

in her blue belly

enough

of the airless

bunch

take the handle

open it

go inside it

bloom the rose

blow the west

chill amongst all this love pollen raining down from the marmalade forest canopy

no umbrella

no awning

no cover

just drip

toe

top

look up

open your mouth

and refill your tongue

then shout

through your nose

breathe

imagine

this downpour

concealing

nothing

finding the balance point

between all the madness

it is in the hearts

of the poets

and the songs

that you'll find the taste

you've forgotten

in the interim

of being

of being tall

of being grand

of being creator

of being master

of being divine

of being you

of being one

To Lion Mouth

2010-07-13T20:59:00.000-07:00

Long shadows spill out of the lamp of your soul

they slide up the walls, become tall beautiful canvases

slender and perfect surfaces for the colors of the voices

painted with words and not poems, with poems without words

slap that brush you paint with, that brush you call tongue

mesmerize the tumult in the center of this twinkie society

trapped in the cream of ignorance and indifference

drunk with the manufactured sugars of life

paint the willows in the hearts of the weary

multicolored trunks will make them laugh

they will spread themselves, they will cease to weep

rising the limbs of their melancholy

turning them

into branches of glee

and overcome

scream!

that!

painting!

into!

reality!

Pastel Pants

2010-07-08T20:40:00.000-07:00

Washable AND edible colored pants of pastel

wrap around my mind's legs

i slowly fold the bottoms up

three times each side

i am getting ready to run

with the wind AND against it

destination the sun

i will take the scenic route

stop by every moon before i get there

meet new people and try the food

and if it is no good

i can always eat my pants

my pastel pants

they taste like cake

strawberry cake

with green icing

just like the one the moai girls used to make

I hope i dont fall

and if i do

the hope rests

on my ability to get back up

my pants are rolled up

they are ready

go!

for the God of thunder

2010-07-07T18:57:00.000-07:00

Realize that the change was made

tiny elves came last night and made all the adjustments

the gelatin was made, they buttered all the crackers, they even put up the decorations on the hill towers

Hanging on to the ways things were last night is ok

things from the night before are transformed

all you have to do is hear the boys from the beach and dance to the new vibes

Scary has had an affair with change

for far too long they've held hands, in the dark, where you couldn't see them

but they're tired of hiding, and to be frank they are kind of fed up with each other

2010-07-05T17:52:00.000-07:00

giant whistles in my brain joyfully sing and ding

for a new applause of petals and gentile sirs bathed in golden lava

the merits of the applause are known only to the lava

who slooowly makes its way uphill

tearing with its melting powers the asphalt and the soles of the gentile's shoes

barefooted and steamy the sirs try to pry themselves from this marmalade story, they try to hide away in tall towers, that just like cookies, crumble

the cracks are too much for them

they hold each other

but alas it is too late for hugs now

so they fall

into a pile of sticky cookie crumbs

swimming for the shores

they are too far

they must stop being gentile

the must fight for their life

turn inside and turn into butterflies

fly far and high

fly fly

you gentile butterfly

Randomly unpremeditated words of my heart

2010-07-05T17:20:00.000-07:00

"The second time is always faster"

is what the whale driver said to me

then he got along with his flowers and his chains

he was right

this time it whizzed by like a hummingbird's heart beat

i arrived before i could say baton rouge

the air seemed different like it was talking to me

i was too heavy to understand its message tho

i settled with watching the dragonflies dance in the air

with perfect timing without ever loosing form

this suit is too tight

my skin is compressed, it cant even sweat

the day was breezy tho

i ran along fine, held my own until the blue scarab

after that it was all down hill

rolling, not quite like a stone, but rolling none the less

i dont think ive stopped rolling since then

its been wonderful not knowing

while sitting in the know-seat

thank you

and for the last stanza of this crazy jungle of jumbles

i'd like to mention my friend the dog, and also the bee

to whom i give credit for my bad taste in clothes

my long line of favorites

my non-existing closet

for my boomerang outfit

and last but not least

for Sophie

2010-07-05T16:37:00.000-07:00

For the African Sophie of my heart

that has left me behind in this forsaken continent

looking after her ear-ry friend

You should know that the wise:

never eat alone, always look for the nearest exit, and keep spare rubber bands in their pocket

they also never forget a friend, even when this friend is breathing the other side of the world's air

Be advised that the loving:

will steal your girlfriend, sometimes lie to make you feel better, always enjoy your company

conquer in the end without the slightest effort, and bake the best cakes.

i love you bolinha cocinada

Inspiration inflamation

2010-06-26T17:04:00.000-07:00

HIDDEN REALMS

FACING YOU

WANT TO COME

ALONG FOR THE RIDE

NEEDS ARE ONLY WANTS

DRESSED UP WITH BIGGER FEATHERS

ALL WE NEED IS LOVE

AND I DON'T CARE IF ITS CLICHE

THE HUNTERS ARE

WE RELEASE OUR OWN HOUNDS

BY IGNORING THE NOW

HOW TO GO QUIET

IN THIS LOUD SPHERE OF SOUND?

TRUE RELEASE

IS PAST YOUR OWN LIMITATIONS

ONLY THEN

WILL YOU

HEAR THE TRUE SONG

MONSTERS ABOUND

PAIRED OFF WITH ANGELS

EQUAL AMOUNTS

OF PALADINS

AND BLACKGUARDS

DANCING

SHIELD AND SWORD

HELD TIGHT

UNTIL THE VERY END

LET THEM HEAR MY THOUGHTS

LET THEM FIGHT TO THE BITTER END

THE WINNERS AND THE LOSERS

WILL LEAVE IN THE SAME BOAT

SIDES ARE IRRELEVANT

IN THE AFTERMATH

IT IS IN THE FIGHT

THAT IT ALL HAPPENS

IT IS THE GOOD FIGHT THAT MATTERS

NONE WOULD EXIST WITHOUT IT

TO SUCCUMB TO EITHER SIDE

WILL LEAD TO INSIPID THOUGHTS

AND TO UNFAIR RESOLUTIONS

OF THE SELF

I DON'T WANT TO LIVE

A FLAT LIFE

I DON'T WANT TO LIVE

IF IT'S GOING TO BE BLAND

AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU

MULTIDIMENSIONAL HABANEROS

IS WHAT I BRING TO THIS TABLE

OF LIFE

WHAT DO YOU GOT?

CAN YOU NOT SEE?

THE BANQUET THAT HAS BEEN SERVED FOR US

CAN YOU NOT BELIEVE?

YOU CAN EAT ALL YOU WANT!

HAVE YOU BEEN FOOLED?

INTO TAKING

VERY SMALL BITS

INTO FILLING

YOURSELF WITH SCRAPS

INTO EATING

WITHOUT DRINKING

THE NECTAR OF LIFE

INTO WORKING VERY HARD

FOR SOMETHING THAT ALWAYS

BELONGED TO YOU?

INFLATE

YOUR SOUL

FILL YOUR SPIRIT BELLY

EAT, DRINK, SPILL

THIS DIVINE

FLUID MOTION

WHAT EVER

YOU

WANT

THINK BEYOND THE HERD

LOOK OUTSIDE THE WORLD

AND INTO YOURSELF

HAPPINESS IS FOR THOSE

WHO MAKE MISTAKES

FOR THOSE WHO ARE UNAFRAID OF LIVING

EVERY TUESDAY

AS IF IT WERE

A SUNNY SUNDAY

FOR THOSE WHO

IN A THOUGHTFUL WAY

DO NOT GIVE A DAMN

ABOUT YOU

OR ME

OR THE RULES

FOR THOSE

WHO SOMETIMES WASTE

THE PRECIOUS NECTAR

BUT ALWAYS

WITH LOVE

GIVE THANKS

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

WAKE THE FUCK UP

THANK YOU

Decisiones

2010-06-26T00:23:00.002-07:00

Invisible currents of energy flow to your heart

flow from mine at an astronomical rate

making us smile every time we pass by

My mind does not understand why

the man with the bitter scent has you wrapped

in his hologram

trapping you with translucent walls

My heart in the other hand

understands all too well

that sometimes we have to learn from ourselves

tasting the bitter side of life

is the only way to find the sweet center within

so I am left with two roads

The first takes after my mind

and i brew, and I ponder, and I analyze every thing that is wrong

with him, and the interaction

and I too become bitter, by the way he treats you, and his nasty side

The second flows from my heart

and I notice your quirks, and I enjoy the little moments, and I analyze every thing that is right

with you and the interaction

and I become sweet, for you, and for your heart

I think I will take the heart

for i want to take yours

and how could I

if I never show you mine

Crystal Clear

2010-06-22T16:28:00.000-07:00

Sleeping giants of wisdom

carriers of divine codes

ancient and divine reflectors of the true source

The movement crystals create

is not meant to be perceived with the eyes

but for your spirit to hold and to swallow

Brightly colored

oddly shaped

truly beneficial

Wisdom tips work through your aura

spawned and filed from the heart of many crystals

they probe inside leading the light toward within

Quick to answer and swift to follow into the depths of your self

these great sleeping teachers come to you

beneath your feet they await for your soul

Align these crystals

make them yours

take them home

They will help you

be happy and serene

for that is the way and the order

Universal and personal

it is all

crystal clear

Oro Oriental

2010-06-21T15:24:00.000-07:00

From all sides at the same time

you land in my life

bringing your smile along for the ride

Intricate and delicate is our exchange

full of motion on the way sides

while the center emulates a zen garden

This new magic is slightly tricky

it jumps from love to delusion

far too quickly

The violet in your heart intrigues me

i want to touch it with my own

to see what colors we may conceive

Full of gratitude i will feel

regardless of what may come

for having met you is enough

I do hope that there is more

more for you and more for me

more of the important

more of this sweet love

that can take us home

Mama Pacha

2010-06-20T17:36:00.000-07:00

Thank you for regaling me with amazing friendships

that defy time and space

that last for all of my hearts duration

Thank you for allowing me to witness all of this love

that comes from you and your husband

the resplendent star-stricken-night sky

Thank you for the morning dew bathing my house

with your life giving essence

in its most magical form

Thank you for all the magnificent views

of your curves and dips

teaching me the true nature of everything outside of you

Thank you a million times thank you

for the wonderful music of your nature altars

and for the people who sing your song with passion and soul

Thank you for the maize and the bison

pillars of this material dream you allow us to experience

always teaching even if we aren't learning

Thank you for the cetaceans

the most talented performers of your play

your most devoted caregivers

Thank you for the blood you shed

even though we use it to fuel killing machines

so that we may see more of you

Thank you for the lavender mist

that hits my nostrils and penetrates the inner most chambers

of this brain and this spirit

Mama pacha

thank you

for putting up with us.

sun bubbles

2010-06-18T22:17:00.000-07:00

When the world was small

and the people knew how to look at the ground and the stars

many bubbles of great light were delivered to the sun

All these bubbles carried within them

in fact were made of

love

All this love reached the sun

and the sun felt the bubbles

and in return we felt the sun's warming caress

The sun then inspired the people to create new things

to find new ways of expanding the co-creative essence of God

The sun helped the people to become plural unity

The people then enjoyed their lives

they sang and danced

everyday into existence

Long ago the people stopped sending the bubbles

and the sun forgot about our love

now inspiration comes from other sources

Rejoice tho my brothers and sisters

for the time is upon us

lets start making them bubbles

lets shine again

blood

2010-06-14T17:30:00.000-07:00

think of the water

think of the fish

think of all the people who now can't swim

think of the cause

think of all the so-called 'benefits' of this blood

think of Gaia

think of the gulf

think of bp

think of the ways in which things are done

thinking is better than ignoring

thinking will lead some to action

thinking is infectious

so please

think

just think

still dragon

2010-06-14T01:45:00.000-07:00

Getting up can be tough

for the slumber can be severe

and these logos don't help a damn thing

This whole structure makes it so easy

for the kites to stay on the ground

it blocks the wind this whole structure

It makes you believe

that running to get the kite in the air is boring

that it is useless and you wont enjoy it

this whole structure sells you a tiny fan instead

a tiny fan to give you hope

a fan too light to give your kite flight

remain sitting no longer

toss that superficial fan

run after the sun

this part is real fun

it will make you feel good and alive

and then

your kite will trail you into the sky

soul soup

2010-06-12T02:50:00.000-07:00

the soul man

cannot be divided

he unites the people through vibration

to get them going right

he really needs a woman

who knows how these vibe things work

the soul man provides measure

blending it dancing

with her movement

together they make a soup

a combination much grater than its parts

a soup so absolutely delicious

that we keep coming back

for seconds and thirds

until we're dry no more

the lamentations

don't come 'round here

for we have just eaten this soul soup of life

so don't clean your mouth, be messy with it

enjoy this tasty meal, cherish the last drop and all the ones before it

then lick the spoon, the bowl, and your hands

and always

with love

give thanks

2010-06-11T14:32:00.000-07:00

Invisible heart flows

through the canyon of your mind

curvaceous river of love

feeding the ocean of your soul

Don't allow it to dry up

avoid evaporation due to apathy

rush the waters of your emotions

swim in your intuition

dont think - do feel

2010-06-08T00:25:00.000-07:00

Aches of the heart

bestow blessings upon those

who learn how to see

hidden beneath the carpet

behind the back doors of the yard

all those glimpses of intuition

that despite their glimpsy nature

they do not glimmer

instead they blend with the mud beneath the carpet

harder to spot in the hidden garden

i just hope that they are right

these muddied glimpsies

that they are the everlasting joy finders

and that this search hasnt been futile

to the abbie road i did not thread

for it was too golden for my search

i must say that regret

has never tasted so bitter in my mouth

and only time will tell

if my gut shot me in the foot

maybe

smooth sailing

2010-06-07T01:51:00.000-07:00

contracting tube of existence

ever tightening funnel of collective consciousness

accelerating the ultimate experience

turning the perceptions inside out

changing all the songs and dances

bursting the bubbles

to release

the new laughter

sacred

sound eternal

corporal vibration

faucet of all divine power

cleansing and constructing

the advanced energy patterns

of the upcoming sun star supreme being

through the sacred patters of geometry

portals and avenues are opened

feeling of holy within

unlocked forever

in the game of life

sacred geometry

is your cheat-sheet

use it

gratefulness and love

feed the sacred wind

feed your sacred vessel

feed your ultimate presence

feed the supreme feeder

who in turn

blows on your back

makes your boat go faster

toward its destined dock

color behind color

2010-06-06T00:16:00.001-07:00

the colors in between

get the best of both worlds

always just right, or slightly off

nobody cares in either case

they always have love from one or another

because they are not rigid like sugar canes

they bend and stretch

always change to the right temperature

because they know that is the only way to the desired outcome

please help me change too

help me be the moving tide

the oscillating needle of the box that checks for movement

for i do not want to get stuck

i want to flow and run

like the nile or the bogota

flying with out you would be travesty

the fall would be swift

the landing soft as granite

yellow blue and red

come to save the day

only because

they make everything else.

NO SELF JUDGEMENT

2010-06-01T03:17:00.000-07:00

IT IS AS FLUID AS IT GETS

IT GOES UPSTREAM LIKE A STEAM MACHINE

FUELED BY THE PASSION

OF THE HUMAN PUMP

CALLED HEART

THE DAY HAS LEFT ITS WIND BREAKER

BEHIND IN LAST NIGHT'S SHED

IT HAS COME AND IT HAS BROUGHT NOTHING

OTHER THAN HIS PETALED CHEST

THE GRIDS FLAP AGAINST THE WIND

THEY FLAP AND THEY DISSIPATE

INTO THE LUNGS OF THE ORIGINATORS

THE PUPPETEERS THE EARTH HATERS

MUCH THERE IS TO BE DONE

WORK TOGETHER

HOLY DUPLICATION OF THE SPECIES

THE ULTIMATE GOAL

FOR IMMACULATE CONCEPTION DOES HEAR AND

MANIFEST THE TRUTH OF THE HEART SHE WILL,

MOVE YOUR WHOLE GARDEN TO THE FRAGRANT NEW HILL,

AND HELP YOU TEND TO IT

EVERYDAY

FEELING THE GEOMETRIES OF LIFE

MAY BE THE WAY ANGELS

MAKE THEIR WAY INTO OUR LIVES

FOR THEY ONLY RESPOND TO BEAUTIFUL MUSIC

OF THE HEART

GREEN IS THE PAVED ROAD TO THE HIGHER

VIBRATION THAT F SHARP IN BETWEEN

THE HEART AND THE VOCAL CHORDS

VITAL AND PULSING

REGENERATION VEIN

PUMPING THE CENTER THROUGH THE PORES OF OUR SKIN

MAPPING OUR SENSATIONS OF THE DREAM

SPILLING THE TRUTH OF IT ALL

ALL OVER THE TABLE

AND THE DISHES

AND UTENSILS

SPOONS

CHAIRS

SHOES

CARPET

FLOOR

SPILLING THE TRUTH WHILE

WE SIP ON THE NECTAR

SIT ON THE RIVER

AND WAIT FOR THE SUNRISE

MOTION

DEVOTION

NO SELF JUDGEMENT

GREEN

2010-05-29T17:07:00.000-07:00

Renovating green invigorating the unseen
Green hauls all the seeds
to be complete

Your mind is a seed
that spews out more seeds
some of which are seen

Sprout the little big tree
dance velvet like mire
of the top that you can conceive

Imagine it all green
thought hummingbirds feed
on the nectar of your glee

Imagine a world free
illusions do not exist outside
only within

Make the earth feel your feet
stomp them in
share your spirit

Be green
because it is good
be green and you shall see

wind

2010-05-28T14:10:00.000-07:00

Swift and bold
Daring fickle friend
Sustaining and devastating

Unpredictable wind
Playing with my sentiments
Never knowing where you'll blow

Get behind me wind
Light up my sail
Blow up the obstacles

Carry me to the new, fresh meadow
Take me to the horizon beyond the turbulence
Make me whole with all the other elements

For only you can turn fire into stone
Only a daring wind would venture into the volcano's mouth
to extract the earth essence hidden by the ages

River beds throw their sheets where ever you tell them
Walls of sand and stone are fueled by your movement
Even the sun needs you to carry his life force

There is no life without you
Song and glory dissipate in your absence
No measure no movement

Interaction with the unseen was mastered
by the wind that never stops to think
the only way to be in tune with divine

Interaction with the brute density of matter
is only possible through your invisible dance
of translucent feeling

Oh wind of my lungs
Oh wind of my mind
Oh wind of the heart

Call us to unite
Make us remember
Because only you can.

Colorina

2010-03-31T11:02:00.000-07:00

Colour queen

The minds, the hearts

Shining when you laugh

Portal keeper

Wisdom teacher

Happy, Jolly Skipper

Temples ancient and new

Come to live

Only for you

Light-seeking souls

Walk, run miles

To be at your door

When they arrive

You only tell them

To turn inside their downpour

Wash themselves

Clean the soul

Light up then

With all the colour.

Join the Sun

2010-03-31T10:30:00.000-07:00

In an open embrace

Join the sun

Forever live in its light

Live the sun

Everyday, without fail

As the sun is there for you

Hug the rays

Breathe the light

Shine from inside

Love the sun

He is the perfect lover

Always in a good mood

Caress the sun

He needs your love

Giving without receiving gets tiring

The sun feeds us

The sun Clothes us

The sun Loves us

Shinning bright

Always light

Become it

The sun became you

Long long ago

Return

Göbekli Tepe

2010-03-29T09:09:00.000-07:00

Strangely familiar

Familiarly strange

You big city, you big range

Standing stones mark the way

To the consciousness of today

Living puzzle of the heart and brain

Animals living engraved

Beautiful sight to be obtained

Could you be the last ordained?

Round as the breast feeds

High as the eagle flees

Ready to splash your milk

Of knowledge

Of memory

Touching the sun like silk

Much to be learned

Much to be seen

Göbekli Tepe

Small Family

2010-03-25T08:38:00.000-07:00

Little minds

Watching the box

All too much

They begin

To un-think

To un-feel

Monkey see

Monkey do

Monkey do not feel

Little minds

Trapped in the mud

Of violence and deception

Big spirits

Trapped in little minds

Trapped inside the box

How a little love

Breaks the spell

Makes their little minds not so little

Makes their big spirits shine

Makes their crystal hearts sing

Makes their little bodies dance

The debris is thick

Can't really see through

Until the heart steps in

The box plays a good game

It un-does really well

but nothing does like a little heart

Earth

2010-03-24T07:49:00.000-07:00

Perfect blend

Oval shape

Spin

Through the void

Take us

In love

To spread

To seed

Your essence

Eternal

Endless

Nurturing

Balance

Always achieved

Inside your soul

Spread your arms

Hug me

Take me inside

Sing me songs

Play me

Never stop teaching me

For without

Your guidance

My soul can't find itself

All is dark

When you are forgotten

Sun hides away

Moon doesn't shine

When you mother Earth

Weep and hurt

Make us your warriors

Show us the strength

Light up our path

Like flowers we shall be

Spreading your beauty

Feeding the ALL with your pollen

Tireless hummingbirds

We will become

Flying inside you

Nothing will be desecrated

None will be hurt

For that is your will

Balance will be achieved

For you will teach us

Through the sap of your compassion

Father sky will smile

Hearts universal

To all who wish to feel

Honored you will be always

Loved you will be always

Cared for you will be always

For we are nothing

Nothing

You are all

Vulture

2010-03-23T08:30:00.000-07:00

The first time an animal died

Great Spirit came from all directions

S/he looked around waiting

Waiting for someone to offer to clean up.

All the animals looked nervously about

Trying really hard not to be noticed

The smell of the first dead animal was quite bad,

None of the animals had smelled such horrible smell before

So none of the animals wanted to get close to it

Great Spirit, in Her/his infinite wisdom, asked them,

"Who among you will take on the responsibility of eating the dead?"

Great Spirit waited for a long time, a long long time

It was almost night time

Everyone was getting cold, and anxious (quite possibly the first time they felt anxiety)

They all wanted to go home

Vulture, seeing the tiredness and sensing the anxiety in everyone

Valiantly stepped forth

And offered to eat the dead

Great Spirit rejoiced, and smiled

The rest of the animals also rejoiced, and smiled

This made vulture happy, but still she felt her stomach turn at the thought of eating the dead

Great Spirit, sensing this said to vulture,

"You are brave and compassionate, for these virtues i shall bless you"

And bless the vulture Great Spirit did

Vulture then was awarded the biggest wings

The sharpest mind

The strongest stomach

Every meal for vulture

would now be

the greatest tasting of them all

Vulture then rejoiced too

And all the animals

Now looked forward to becoming part of Great Spirit

For they knew

That Vulture would enjoy them

And carry them back to Great Spirit

Moving Light

2010-03-22T11:15:00.000-07:00

How lucky you are shooting star,

Streaming the universe with light

Going places so far

Oh shooting star when will you pick me up!

When will you take me along for a little light spreading

And show me your ways shooting star

Shooting star, shooting star

make me smile in my heart

Shoot your way into my house and rest a little while

I will feed you

and caress you

you will take a break from shooting

You could shine, only shine

and light up my whole world

so i can say to all, look at my shooting star!

Dream

2010-03-21T08:57:00.000-07:00

Ever changing Moon

Lighting up the sky

Blinding my soul with your light

Driving far into the new reality

Living now with the full experience

Touching always the flowing sap

Classroom of knowledge and experience

showing me what true love is

Gratefulness and joy glowing from every pink hue

Field of yellow flowers

Rolling away into the stars

Showing me and you how everything is the same

Equinox

2010-03-20T08:54:00.000-07:00

Equinox, Equinox

Come sit next to my soul

And tell me things unknown

All the beautiful planets

Meeting joyfully in space

Time matters not, when all is in place

Receiving benevolent energy

Altering my mind

always remembering that we are all light

I love you Equinox

I know you love me too

Just help me, please help me, learn from you too.

Resonance

2010-03-19T10:38:00.001-07:00

Bounce

Sound

Bounce

Come and go

Create and destroy

Build and Re-build

Carry my

Sad song

My Joy song too

Bring me to me

Cut me in half

Make me anew

Sound

Repeating

Sound

Love

Resonating

Love

Inspiration

2010-03-18T19:53:00.000-07:00

Is it found?

Does it hide?

Can you smell it?

Touch it?

Feel it?

Does Inspiration Perspire?

Does Perspiration lead to Inspiration?

Inspiration

Inspiration why do you love to be chased?

Inspiration why do you run so fast?

Inspiration have you ever had an 'aha!' moment?

Just one last question inspiration...

Where are you?

like a mirror

2010-03-04T09:30:00.000-08:00

The Great Mother is like a mirror

she holds the potential

to reflect

all

looking

into her is

looking into you

she will always be there

to catch you

but she asks of you

to leave everything behind

once you do

go to her

she will

join

you

in the sun

the ships leave every afternoon

don't forget your parachute

and she'll be there

to catch you

look at her

she is nothing until you do

November

2009-11-01T14:03:00.001-08:00

Sometimes i feel bad for november, nobody wants to be in november. First of all its preceded by possibly the funnest of all major (by major i mean profitable) holy-days, so the first day of it is always spent on conversations about the last day of the month before it. that sucks for november, also there are no big events happening in november, besides the election every 4 years and who looks foward to that?!?!?! in any case, the worst part of it all its that december is right after..... talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place. well november at least enjoys the pleasure of hosting my yearly celebration of birth, along with many great people that i know. So try to enjoy november, please be nice to it because it only comes around once a year (just like xmas) and it could use all the love it can get.

Like a tree

2009-09-20T00:19:00.000-07:00

Life starts in a very small place

it slowly absorbs what it needs to grow

the growth is slow

but it never stops

it is ever flowing with galactic sap

if its path is blocked

it finds a way through it

if the block has no cracks

it finds a way around it

Life grows

it rejoices with the sun

and the moon

Let us celebrate it

when its warm and sunny

when its cold and cloudy

because we can all learn from both.

Kinam

2009-09-10T09:54:00.000-07:00

In these times of change
All help is welcome
Crystal skulls come from places unknown
To teach things long forgotten
To remind the humans of their full experience
To show them how much they are missing
When they stay in bed with ego
Instead of running outside and hugging the sun
Instead of smelling the morning dew and kissing the flowers
Instead of dancing with the thunder
Instead of appreciating
Instead of being appreciated

They reminded me of the sun
The sun that gives life
The sun that makes water possible
The sun that makes blood run through our veins
The sun that never sleeps
The sun that timelessly shares His life with us
The sun that forever shines up in the sky and deep inside all

So go outside today
During sun-set/rise
And as you are staring respectfully and in complete awe at this ball of pure energy
Repeat this word solemnly seven times
KIN
KIN
KIN
KIN
KIN
KIN
KIN
The sun will hear you then
And you will hear the sun as well
And all of His eternal life-giving force will enter you
And you will enter it
To forever dance the cosmic dance of co-creation.

Heart Living

2009-08-19T13:02:00.000-07:00

Living from the heart.
It sounds easy..
but lately i've been finding that it is quite difficult, because it requires one to love with a flowing heart, one cannot hold on to anything -material.emotional.spiritual- to live from the heart is to live without a plan. to live from the heart is to completely trust in divine guidance. <-that is flippin HARD to do!!!

but in the end its worth it.
im seeing the fruits of this labor in my own life.
getting out of my head is the best decision i have ever made.

-love, love, love to all.

cool t-shirts of the day

2009-08-08T01:46:00.000-07:00

#1
Haikus
sometimes don't make any sense
refrigerator

#2
same
shirt
different day

Gloomy -june'09

2009-08-08T01:40:00.000-07:00

the roofers are roofing
with thin wood and noisy nails
the roofers are roofing
with stinking soot they glue the roof
the roofers are roofing
smelling the fumes of burning plastic
the roofers are roofing
laughing and hammering, crying and pulling
the roofers are roofing
contracted by contract
roofing the roofs
repelling the sun and the rain with their black soot
the roofers are roofing

Slava

2009-08-08T01:22:00.000-07:00

Some time ago me and Mr. Greekophalus met Slava.

Slava is a Russian-Jew
Slava was looking for his blue-eyed cat
Slava taught us where the word "jew" came from -at least his version-
Slava lives in his car
Slava wrote a screen play that never got picked up
Slava believes he lived in the 60's
Slava had a dream about his mother holding him in an empty hospital wearing a military uniform, because of this, Slava thinks that he died in Vietnam
Slava talked and talked
Slava asked questions but didnt wait for answers, he just kept talking
Slava wore boots
Slava was looking for a running body of water
Slava posed for my camera
Slava made my day (and Mr. Greekophalus') 88% more interesting

I hope that Slava found his cat, or a home.

One thing gives me comfort, i know that at least he found his water...

Thank you Mr. Slava the only Russian-Jew I've ever met.

Onix Rainbow

2009-07-31T10:19:00.000-07:00

The line of my life has reached a nice soft curve.
Things fall together apart, instead of falling apart together.

It is invigorating to see all of this change around,
people are feeling more, keeping the hope of a new dawn for humanity alive
i want to be part of this never-ending web of expanding feeling of oneness.

Health bills and borrowed money count for nothing when you have to eat,
they count for nothing when you have to drink water,

Government doesn't allow change, but it doesn't have to
because the most important change of all will occur within you-without you

All things grow
but the most important ones grow many times everyday,
like a smile, like a sense of environmental responsibility, hugs grow, love grows, plants and children, your nails, my nails, the courage to speak your heart, the need for change, new music, but above all.... LOVE.

So by looking at your dark you WILL find the light.
Remember that the candle may go out, but the wick always remains.

Listening to -SIGUR ROS- Takk #8.

Colors and Children

2009-07-21T11:47:00.000-07:00

So i was just looking at some pictures of an indigenous tribe in Colombia called the Wayuu.
They are a fascinating culture that lives in the north of the country in a desert next to the Caribbean sea.
I read a bit about them and found out that they were the only indigenous tribe not to be completely conquered by the Spanish, they learned to use horses and guns and fought them off.
They were able to keep their language, their land, and culture.

The children of these people are possibly the most beautiful human beings i have ever seen, and all of their textiles and weavings are so full of color! everything is so vibrant, so vivid.

People like them make me feel proud of being not only a Colombian, but a human being. The fact that they have survived so much violence and are still able to keep the colors, the smiles. It bewilders my soul.

If you have some free time today, look up WAYUU on flckr. you'll see what im talking about.

These Times

2009-07-17T09:51:00.000-07:00

Modest Mouse has a song titled "the good times are killing me"

Its a pretty Genious title, because the "good times" now days are also the most destructive times.

creation takes work.

creativity costs time and effort.

art isnt as easy and free flowing as one might think.

But what else is worth your time?

Do you want to change your condition on this planet?

CREATE something, anything.

small

big

it doesnt matter

make something that makes you FEEL good

make something that will make your neighbor FEEL good, or bad

any FEELING is better than no feeling.

so get out there and propagate the FEELING

get out there and paint,

get out there and sing,

get out there and dance,

get out there and cry in the rain,

get out there and look up at the clouds and smile at them,

get out there and make love.

and make it stay in your heart forever.