ALOHA HAWAII

HA- Breath... breath in the wind of the Spirit... Inhale the breath of the earth and the sea...

WA- Water... the nector of the earth... flowing from within... filling and refilling the 4 chambers of the earth... the spring from which the rivers flow... flowing to the sea and evaporating into the sky to return to the scource of all life and purified by the sacred fires of Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu... the spark, the dance of destruction and creation... Rise into the sun... morphings into vapor and returning to its beloved... transcending all illusions of duality...

II- Sunshine... the scource of all energy and life... the nucleaus of this atomic sphere of worlds...the heart of the celestial body... that spark...ignited by the spirit within...the gyration of the stars and planets around this magical, self-perpetuating orb of energy... heart-beat...

eyes wide...imagining a hand beneath this giant sky...aloha...its time to fly...over the sea...into the sun... thru the mist the garden awaits... a tender maiden in the night...bare and beautiful in the moonlight...rainbows in her eyes... whispers 'Come to me' with a certain longing in her gaze mixed with a calm assurance she surrenders to me her body...her soul... smooth skin... bronzed by the sun...tender carress... exposed bodies...naked souls...dancing like chidren in the garden... La raina de la noche...queen of the night... inviting...she opens her legs for me... that tender flower blooming... i part the curtain of the most holy of holy places in her temple... i enter reverantly, sactified holy, transfixed in her luminous presence... Oh sweet transendental death... hold me just like that and don't let go... I want to get inside of you in every possible way... explore every inch of your body with my tender kisses...I want to taste the nector of your body...to touch you... within, without... I want to feel you... to be engulfed by your luminous prescence... surrounded by your beauty... whisper to me gently my beloved... tell me the secrets of your soul...

the 42nd letter to the devil i never mailed...

Dear Uncle Sam,
As a born citizen of this country i must confess that the conditions you have created for me to live in are not satifactory to my sanity, health, safety, and general well-being. I have come to recognise that the game you have set up for me to play is rigged to stack the cards against me...You have made a fool of me long enough...I have been persecuted and exiled from my homelands along with my forefathers...you have claimed ownership over my lands...killed and slaughtered my people...using weapons  of destruction, spreading your filthy diseases, enslaving them and holding them captive...you place loads on their backs that you yourself are not willing to carry and you beat them when they stumble underneath the weight...you hold them captive and deprive them of food and then you punish them for stealing a crumb from your boutiful table...
I myself have been taxed, and jailed, beaten and accused...

Oceans of Emotion.

oceans of emotions drifting in with the tide...waiting for the sun to rise...spirits stirring in the air... memories of ancient lives... intermingled with mythologies and dreams... night-mares and wicked schemes of devils and gods emporers and kings...Empires crumble when the caged bird sings...there is a time for everything under-neath the sun, but everthing is nothing and then the darkness comes...There is a time for mercy and there is a time for war...theres a time to reap and theres a time to sow...but the grapes of wrath from jehovas wine glass are bleeding in the snow...the prophet said a hard rains coming it sure is awful cold...maybe that sun's just a reflection of what burned out awhile ago...I am I but who am I I don't claim to know...

Aunt Jamima

Dont be fooled by the skin tone nigga, I ain't whitey...Im blacker than you are...on the inside...truth be told i don't give a fuck what color you are...black, white, brown somewhere in between...yella, red, purple and pink poka dottted magenta or green...Yeah, nigga ill tell you one more thing...I don't give a fuck what color your rag is... i don't care where your from or where your tag is... I don't really care if your straight or a fagget...I don't give a fuck how you fuck or who your fuckin... but my dicks one you won't be suckin... i like to eat pussy for breakfast lunch and supper... speaking of tonight i got a date with your mother... gonna take her out for deep fried baby jesus and waffles.

C'mon Aunt Jamima, I got ur apple pie

 I'll lick the ala mode right between your thighs

 they say it's all pink on the inside

but the darker the cherry the sweeter the juice

you got so many slices its so hard to choose

 i want  vagina cakes 

 with extra pussy juice

 we're gonnna let it all hang out

 we're gonna let it all hang loose

 Double Chocolate Fudge

 Dark Chocolate Silk Mousse 

The darker the cherry 

 the sweeter the juice.

Last time I was here...

I ran into Jesus Christ at Waffle House last night...he likes his coffee black and his eggs on the sunny side... he told me there was radio waves shooting thru the air... he said you can't really see em but they're damn sure there... he was wearing a tin pan on his head and holy dusty sandles... a pair of sunglasses dangled from one of the pot handles...he said the devil was trying to invade his mind.and this was  the only helmet of salvation he could find...and he smiled as he showed me his cardboard sign...it said something or nother bout judgment day...he winked as he said I am the truth, the life, the way...He said they nailed me to a cross last time I was here...they're just a silly flock of sheep corralled by their own fear...I tried to warn them but they didn't want to hear...yeah, they nailed me to a cross last time i was here... So this time around i came back with a sword, to cut offf the heads of the kings and the lords... I came to release the prisoners and set the captives free...give sight to the blind open the eyes so they see... Pride comes right before a fall the meek inherit the earth when they grow some balls.

Here's to the year of the Dragon.

I got a spliff burning and your welcome to hit it,

 I only ask that you breath out a prayer

 Here's to the year of the Dragon

 Rainbow serpent rising up from the sea

 Here's to the year of the Dragon

 All the people we got to be free

 Heres to the year of the dragon

 Rainbow serpent rising up from the sea

 Here's to the year of the dragon

 Raise up your hands and claim victory

heres to the year of the dragon

Fire burning inside you and me.

You learn to truly pray

 when you have no god to pray to...

 no statue to bow down to,

 no name upon your lips.

You learn to truly give

 when you know what you've been given.

 You finally learn to breathe 

 when you can receive the air.

 You learn to truly Feel

only when you touch another

 you'll never learn to stand

 without the earth beneath your feet

 the only way to walk is to put one foot before the other

 following your heart at every crossroad that you meet.

Deaf, Blind, and Dumb.

Eyes it has, but it does not see... ears it has, and yet it hears nothing...blind and unaware, lost in a world of darkness... no perception of beauty, no conciousness of Love, or sorrow, or even hatred or anger... yet it is capable of such malice... It is the beast machine of war...
Lifetimes built on layer of illusion, we long for a glimpse beyond the veil...Creating distractions and illusory abstractions... Societies built on the foundations of ancient mythologies and the basest and most perverse of human pathologies... depending on nothing more than fear and apathy to sustain their reigns over our brains with violent cohersion.

San Francisco...

La raina de la noches

 queen of the night

 blankets of fog draping gracefully around her 

 mist drifting in from the golden gate...

 the haight is haunted by the ghosts of Jerry, Jimmie, and Janis 

wearing tie dye and patchouli

raging like dylan thomas against the dying of the night...

 and Jack still wanders, aimlessly downtown

 with a notebook and a pen,  drunk as cooter brown

and i take another toke and play another tune

 as Ginsburg leans his head back and Howls at the moon,

 bitterly lamenting that the end is coming soon...

and theres tidal waves, earthquakes and tsunami's 

 beaurocrats and hippie commies

 chem-trails, fema camps and zombies

 signs, signs, the end indeed is near...

 walls made of bricks and mortar

 blood shed over  arbitrary borders...

Lines  blurred between Chaos and Order 

 Love alone will save us from our fear...

exiles driven from the plots where they toil

brothers killing brothers over land, water and oil

  bloody battles rage on domestic soil

wars, wars, and rumours of wars

 signs, signs the end is coming soon.

north against the south and the east against the west

 killin and blood spillin over whos idol is the best

 the rightous run to the hills to escape arrest...

 signs, signs, the end is coming soon.

 

Dual Reality...

Reality? She prefers instead to live inside her head in that illusory world that she has made... and you, you see, you must learn to let her be... for there is where she is happy and free... when you let her be you set her free and liberate yourself simultaneously... then your free to create your very own reality and you as well can escape from your own hell and live inside your head in your own little world that you prefer instead... and then realistically your worlds really can collide...find some common ground and take her for a ride on your magic carpet thru your universe and try to see  thru her eyes, seperate the truth from lies, in a kindred spirit do confide... In reality we're all the same and reality is really a game and when we realize this simple truth we'll find the secret to eternal youth and then is when we will finally learn to PLAY.

Halleluia

What are you gonna say on judgement day when you stand before the lord

With blood on your hands

What you gonna say how you gonna explain to Jesus Christ

  that your god required a sacrifice

What you gonna say on judgement day when you stand before the lord

 with blood on your hands

 what you gonna say what you gonna do

 when he turns his back on you 

depart from me i never knew ya

you played the devils game

 theres no one to blame

 and now you gotta pay

 for your own sins

 nobody's gonna do it for you

 What you gonna say on judgment day

 when you stand before the lord

 with blood on your hands

 you'll hang your head in shame 

outside the pearly gates

as all the angels sing

yeah they're singing 

 HALLELUIA.