imix lotus

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

a

smile

amen.

AND

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

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]

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

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's

let's

let

it

be.

attempt [s]

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

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

of

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