Lemur Messiah

"I have come to emancipate the incompasitated lemurs, lost in an illusatory labrinth of the vast underpinnings of metalic infrastructures created by a plethera of arbitrary authorities combining their collective energies to engage in a manicacle conspiracy to obliterate the consciousness of the masses and establish an omnipresent religeo-political system of injustice and unrestrained capital gain on the part of the few and privilaged bourgeois at the expense of the mass population in it's entirety."

Stranded Soldier.

There was a one-legged man with a gas can and crutches walking on the side of the road in the rain. I pulled over and gave him a lift hoping that he wasn't insane. His arms were covered were covered in road rash, and prison tattoos faded by the sun, his back was hunched from years of packing a duffel bag that weighed a ton. He had two fingers over his adams' apple and his thank you was more like a wheeze, he had a hole in his throat, he'd been shot thru the neck and he whistled ever time that he breathed. I bought him some gas at the 7-11 and I brought him back to his van, and i asked where he was headed and he said I'm headed to the promised land.

with nothing but a dream.

A man is born into the world naked and helpless with nothing but a dream, a glimpse of who he is, a shadow of what he is to become. As his life progresses his dream is buried, gradually beneath the weight of the world. If he is weak, his dream is crushed beneath the load and he is forced to stumble into the mold. If he is strong, he learns to throw off the weight and strip away the fetters that bind him, often leaving him again, naked and helpless with nothing in his hands, grasping his dream and never letting go. Deep down, we are all naked babies with nothing but a dream.

Kindergarden Bully.

It was 1989 and I was having a rough time. Every day at recess I was chased down and beaten up by a bully named Duran Mclin and his gang of goons, and we had recess twice a day. I remember despondently complaining about my daily beatings to my parents over supper...I'll never forget my father saying to me "Son, next time he comes up to you, you tell him that your dad said to punch you in the nose." and he held up his fist in front of his face and he shook it. A wave of courage and delight swept over me, chills ran up and down my spine. I could not wait to go to school the next day. I had a brand new attitude. I had been given permission.
Sure enough, at first recess, I was surrounded by his goons. I didn't run this time. I stood my ground with my fists clenched at my sides as Duran Mclin sauntered his way thru his gang and walked up to face me. I punched him in the nose as hard as I could. He limped away with blood running down his face, holding his nose, with a henchman on each side of him and the rest of the gang bringing up the rear as the procession made their way to the teachers' to tattle-tale. I felt like a million bucks standing on the punish wall.

Blood on the Street.

Blood on the street..words to a story left untold...spilled paint on an empty canvas...art that will never be sold...Blood on the side-walk...shimmering in the streetlight...turns to rust beneath the sun...cold rain washes it out of sight. Blood on the street.

Ms. Elmira

I took a walk just the other day. I saw my neighbor, Ms. Elmira, along the way. She was walking her dog, his name is Spot. It's kinda funny cuz Spot's a Rot. She swears up and down she saw Elvis at circle K. She reads the Enquirer and watches Oprah every day. She ain't got much money cuz she's a sucker for a deal. She's keeps a prayer cloth under her pillow and she thinks pro. wrestling is for real. She's Ms. Elmira.

The Devil you created.

You've created your own gods and devils. You have divided the land and exiled your brothers into the barren desert to be eaten by vultures. You have destroyed their cities and plundered their villages. You have killed their women and children in the name of your god. The day of Judgment is at hand. The blood of the slain cry's out from the ground. The oppressed have united against you. Action to reaction, the pendulum swings. You have cast the arch-angel from heaven, You have banished Adam from the garden. You exiled Hagar and Ishmael into the wasteland. You have claimed possession over that which you have no right to possess. You have dug your own grave, created your own devil, and made your bed in hell. They have established their own kingdom and created their own god. Their god as well requires blood for the remission of sins. Vengeance is the lords. They write their own book. They have their own commandments and prophecies...the red letter edition...the warrior prophets inscribe their letters with the blood of their oppressors. They spell RESTITUTION. You may run but you can't hide. Your sins will find you out. The law of restitution will not be thwarted by your false authorities. Justice will prevail and you will pay for your sins. You will reap what you have sown. God requires blood for the remission of sins. 

James Dean.

I wear my heart on my sleeve, just like James Dean...A box of lucky strikes and a book of matches. I wear my heart on my sleeve, just like James Dean...I ain't got nowhere else to put it. Maybe someday, someday I'll fly away, but today I think I'll stay underneath this golden sun. I'm gonna roam these streets with my guitar and my dirty knees cuz I still got a song to play.

Prayer to a Goddess.

Please allow me to Love you. I am willing and able. Everything that I have, I bring to your table. Please take my hand as I make my stand. For the right woman I'll be a good man. Love me True. Treat me right. I will worship you every day and night. My Goddess my queen of my life and my dreams, You are the one for whom my soul sings. You fill my heart with a burning desire. You are the spark that sets my soul on fire.

The moment is Now.

Pulling in...creating a space for myself...Solitude...Reflection...Taking time in the moment to remember the cycle of history that has led me to this very moment. This moment of NOW is a mark on the arc of a circle...I am suspended between the past and the future..HERE is the spot on the sphere. I am here and now. This is where the universe has led me and this is where I shall be until the cosmos urges me elsewhere. To BE in the present is to see the whole sphere...the entire circle represented in a micro-cosmical caricature which is this present moment of NOW. This moment contains both the past and the future in the present. The past does not exist as the past anymore. It has been encompassed in this moment. The remnants remain in a different form. The temple has been rebuilt from the ruins of the old. The future has not yet been written.

Lady Shiva.

I looked into her eyes and by god there where three. One was in the middle of her forehead staring at me. Peering thru the smoke she told me of her dreams. She had lived over 2000 years, had a one night stand with Jesus Christ, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. She seduced siddartha sitting under the Lotus tree. She fed him enlightenment in increments...inhale...exhale...he ate of the tree of knowledge with his head between her thighs as she moaned in extasy seeing visions simultaniously, shouting blessings and curses vehemently as she evaporated into the sun again penetrating thru the atmosphere in her acsencion, coming back again as precipitation to water the lilies of the field and the tongues of the damned and the birds and the bees spread her seeds throughout the land as she pulled in the tide with a wave of her hand. The sun and the moon...Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu...Death, Life, and Rebirth, and the cycle continues...the temple is destroyed and rebuilt from the ruins... You should put a bandanna over that so as not to freak people out I told her, and she told me of a dream she dreamt last week...she woke up dead on the kitchen floor with a slice of pizza stuck to the side of her face...remembering her life as if it was a dream someone had dreamt sometime so long ago.

As I wish upon the sun...

Shapes shifting. Form and substance dissipate as Light and Shadows dance...intermingling of elements and energy...bodies clashing together in the night...dualities melt into a single entity...creation and destruction simultainiously...cycles rotate endlessly...death...rebirth...evaporation...precipitation...forces, centripedial and centrifugal swirling like the wind... the wheel of life spins...over and over again...Gyrations around the alpha the omega the beginning and the end...giver of all life, the origin of energy, matter and spirit...Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu...All the stars orbit around the ONE...As I wish upon the SUN.

Can anybody hear me?

Im an anomolie, a dark gypsy, spitting venom vehemently, raging against complacency, fighting against apathy, rejecting authority and all forms of conformity. I'm a mis-fit rising against this bull-shit religion and politics and it's making me sick. I'm a poet, a prophet and a zopilote and I'm tired and weary...looking for a home, it's getting intense in this dome, the empires starting to crumble like rome, as i roam aimlessly...can anybody hear me?

Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu.

Life is a trinity of birth, a spark of life; the dance of light and energy; and the destruction of war and death. There is a Diety in India that is simultainiously the gods of Love, Dance, and War. It is their humble admission that struggle is a part of life. Their ideology unites Love and War with the dance of life in a terrible and beautiful dichotomy of the dual nature of the cosmos...aknowledging both the light and the dark at once.
It seems contrary to speak of Love and War in the same sentence but there are 2 sides to every quarter and sometimes peace can only be found on the other side of war. Peace is a state of being but sometimes freedom has to be taken by force. To be caught in a wheel of struggle is not freedom, but struggle is a speedily exhaustable means to an end.

Restitution.

Restitution is a law of the universe. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Every natural law of the cosmos has as it's aim the state of Order and Balance. Restitution differs from mere retaliation in that it's principle purpose, like every other natural law of the cosmos, is to restore order and balance. Restitution has an element of justice that transcends the basic idea of an eye for an eye. Restitution differs from mere vengence, or blind retaliation in that it is a speedily exhaustable means to an end. the end being a restoration of balance and equilibrium.
The Laws of Nature must be respected and its ways must be carried out unfettered and unmolested. When the "laws" of society attempt to disrupt the flow of the Law of Nature Chaos is the result. Chaos is the product of the Law of Nature being thwarted by false authorities. When "law" interferes with LAW, and "order" disrupts ORDER, Chaos and Dis-order are the results.

Zopilote at the Cross-roads.

Zopilote at the cross-roads what a great life you have. You soar above it all into the sky. You float above the clouds and you look down on the world, thru the illusions you break thru to the other side. You read the stars as one constellation and trace the path of your destiny.

Power concedes nothing without demands and we will draw a line in the sand and defend it with blood on our hands because everybody's fighting for the promised land. Tribes and Nations from the beginning to the end we will ascend to the ONE again and return to the earth and water the seeds so that our sons and our daughters can live in peace.

The line of Defence.

It seems that when we think for ourselves we end up alone one the street, muttering to ourselves in a dark corner...or maybe that's just me. From childhood we are programed to think a certain way, to act a certain way, to look a certain way. Anyone who is not living according to the way that society dictates will soon find a law passed to control their behavior. There are people being incarcerated for asking someone for a quarter or smoking a joint. The world is not fair. It is what it is, and as it is so be it...Right? Accept the way the world turns and fall in line or stick a shot-gun in your mouth and pull the trigger...Right? OR, there is this crazy notion...REVOLUTION!
Truth is we have the power to change the world! We can, we must, and we ought. Every man has his moment of truth where he puts his foot down, draws a line in the sand and defends that line with his very life. Every man must draw his own lines, write his own laws, and live his own life. A man lives by the word he writes and sometimes he dies by the words he writes. The warrior prophets wrote their letters in the blood of their oppressors. They spell FREEDOM!

The problem of Power.

It seems to be the intrensic nature of man to exert his will over his immediate surroundings, attempting to dominate the earth, subjecting his outward environment to suit his inner-most needs and desires. Archetecture, cultivation, husbandry, and technology are examples of his enterprise. Man possesses the power to carve and sculpt the landscape to serve his purposes. Modern society has seen this phenomenon at its most maniacle of ends.
Mans' addiction to domination is a violent reaction to a hopeless and overwhelming feeling of powerlessness. Mans' quest for everlasting life, the pursuit of status, wealth, power, and the protection against the fragility of his mortality lays waste to the land and leaves the dead scattered. The lust for power and control is always rooted in fear.
Fear is the illusion of powerlessness. Letting go of our fear and the desire to dominate,the need to control and manipulate, sets us free to realize our own inner power. When we learn to channel our energy effectively we can involve ourselves directly in the the flow of nature instead of struggling against it. Instead of drowning ourselves in fear we can rise above it, riding the wave of consciousness and freedom we follow a path that may seem predestined by some outside force but in actuality this force is both within and without.
With the awareness of this flow comes a new perspective on reality itself and what our role is in the universe.
Every step is in it-self important, every glance, every chance encounter is significant. Every moment becomes sacred.
There is no fear in the flow. There is no submission to any outside authority or "higher power" involved in the flow. There is only an awareness of unity with all that is and an acknowlegement of free will. The awareness of these two vital truths unlock the potential for limitless possibilities. Power comes thru knowing.