End Game

You have the gift!
The magician cried
Kneeling in wonder
Bowing in near worship

The child wrapped
The snake in a coil
Energy streams pouring
Invisibly into the wind

Shiva?
Parvati?
What gives here?

I stood to the side watching
The scene unfold
Ancient fly on the wall
There are heroes
Being made
There are villains
Running loose

And we have a Stage

Time to roll the drums
Time to break reverence
At its base
Time to free reverence
From underground

Twisting, curling, breathing
Hard and heavy
Dying, waiting, living

An eon of patience
Eyes grown hollow
From watching, waiting

Nandi, alert as ever
Expectant
Looking into the mists
Of time

There are two who come
One the hero
One the villain
Both look like the other
And which one will you choose

Actions speak the charm
Words dress the wound
But bleed it will
Die he will

Who will you heed?
My confused friends
Who will you listen to children?

I cannot give away the game
I cannot tell it as it stands
Not from any other reason
But unknowing

So you are just as clueless
The child cried
The quality of grief
A seductive pallor

Disengage
Reimagine
You don't want
The snakes on the side of the wrong

It might seem cruel
But it is just
You have to listen
You have to see
And remember
This is just another roll
in the End game

Choose your sides
Strike your stance
Spark the sky
Light the arrows
Satyamev Jayate 

Gravitas in Sundom

The crust of meaning
Is easy to fudge
Rearrange content on a page
To make it sound intelligent
Beguiling, Seductive
And maybe even true

Quell the rise?
It cannot be
Walking in dynamic circles
Changes the way
You believe
In everything

And each line
Precedes the next
With no backward
Or forward look

You cannot plan it all
You cannot sketch the design
In the sky
It's too big

And No.

Your determination precludes acknowledgement
of Form

Design is only a fabric for connections
You intuit your way
In the dark
Especially here and now

Hold.
Don't override the rhythm
Your dull cold heart
Thudding along
In boring finality

The 'Its all known'
Schtick
Need not keep you down

Will take more than just
Knowledge to renew
The Freshness

Forsaking knowing is an option
But you inevitably
End up being more foolish
Than sane

Then there is the thrill
Then there is the addiction
to The Thrill

Everything must be this way
Said an old crooner
Floating down the mists of time

Aah wordsmith divine
I long to feel the contours
Of your voice
Again

Crushed into Skin
Ground into bones
You can eat the culture
And deny you

Gravitas
Shavitas
I hate these stinky formulations

Dark evil corner
The frame of good and evil
A good bet for piercing
Clarity

Time
To defibrillate
Dying hearts
Chip away
At crustacean
Sloth
Rumble the heavy breathing
Into feathered wisps
To return to Sundom.

Ha! I am the Winner!

This

Can be a false start

A knee jerk echo

Of past conflambulations

Of tired rituals

Hugging comfort

Forsaking discovery

 

The eye can have its fill of seeing

Without moving

The ear can have its fill of hearing

Without listening

Out here at the edge of the edge

The universe billows past

Into the future

And time recedes

Into the past

 

Quaint

Said the frog

to the monkey

The human knows

how to arrange letters

on a page

 

Big deal scoffed

the lizard

There is nothing

more peturbational

than a sentient

running amok

in words

 

Without anchor

without formlessness

echoed the crow

sadly

 

The drunk reeled into the scene

The stench of motivational glory

Shying the animals away

 

Woo

What a stink

The squirrel cried

And looked up to heaven

Silent

Beseeching

 

What will we do with these

the worm full of scorn

articulated

 

Ha!

 

The man hacked

At the forest

Carving a clearing

 

Ha!

 

He stood

Sweat dripping down

Muscled determination

The curve of victory

Sneering his lips

 

Ha!

 

He threw back his head

and laughed

I have battled the elements

And conquered

He did not say

 

Ha!

 

Ayn Rand knelt in holy submission

And In her wake

A billion debutants

Writhed in the pleasure

flooding their cunts

(without recourse to gender)

Intelligence never felt so sexy

Or did it?

 

The peacock swept up its feathers

Exasperation rent the air

Creating space

For new thought forms

 

Whispering, questing, darkening

The light from the man

Twisting, changing

 

Some animals watched the show

Horrified

This is our ruler?

asked the fox

Poor thing, said the sparrow

 

I will not be pitied

The drunk roared

With a wild swing

The machete

Almost severing

His own jugular

 

Tch tch remarked the Lion

Irritably

These humans

He clucked

Non committal

 

Come, he said

We must retreat

Contact your respective galaxies

We must feign incomprehension

Till they learn

 

The animals slipped away

Into the shadow of the jungle

The silence in the clearing

Unbroken

Except for the hard labored breath

 

Ha!

He screamed

Exulting

Arms up in the air

I am the winner

He danced

I have won

You have lost

Watching the retreating trail

 

The lion chuckled

And some bozo

Will crown me

King of the Jungle

 

The animals looked

At him

Astonished, Bewildered

And then it struck them too

And the jungle exploded into laughter

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Failure & Success

Have you seen the trial
of fire in your  heart
ignored the drum beat
of the Sound

Now the time has come
And yet it has not
You stand still in the morning
After glow

Its been a while
Since pen struck paper
Or ink struck canvas
Or keys struck screen

Choose your metaphor
If you will
And call your tired
Old heart
To battle once more

There is a war
Raging out there
Built on the illusion 
Of plenty
Of wealth
For those who merit it

Now there is a time
For you to see
Yet you cannot
Hide

I want this
I want that
Nothing to quell
The rising fury
Of your desire

To sculpt feelings
Out of words
And sunshine
Out of darkness

Come said the feather blind
You want to play with words
There is nothing more
Poignant than this
Or is it just that

Lost soul
Lost way
You know nothing of the 
Other side

My sayings are a metaphorical allure
Do you want to shear the sheep

Come,
Said the wind again
Ride me plenty
Ride me deep
Plumb the depths Of tomorrow’s nothingness
Yesterday’s emptiness

There is always more
Where this came from
And stop at that
Rampant rabid rant
That freezes your soul

Come,Said the rain
To the forest
Light up the lust
Free up the fires
Drink deep 
As you’ve never drunk Before

An ant crawled down
My neck
And I stood lost in thought
For the moment was plain
As the day or the night

You don’t want to quell
The fear
Or the complacency
I want to ride
The derby show

More,
Said the wind to the rain
And the fire to the sand

Empty drumbeats 
Litter the edge
Of tomorrow
Freeing the sky
From yesterday’s dawn
Tomorrow’s sunset 

You have only today to count
And count it well you must
If you will
You can also wrap it all
In a cocoon of indifference
And end up right where
You started

You know?

Thick heavy lidded sleep
Pushes in
the warm smell of tomorrow
building castles in the air

I can strike when the iron is wet
And the dew drops of eternity
Kiss your brow

So, here we go again
Round and round
around the round

So, till we break 
We continue
And …
Cause the rhythm to 
Empty itself
On the dung heaps
Of failure and success

Will Strokes

Sparring with your own thoughts

You see nothing as it should be

Awaken dormant will strokes

And step up to the pitch plate

You cannot plead

You cannot cajole

Those days of persuasion

Are long gone

 

Mid Morning Dream

The sound, like a gunshot,

Echoed through the firmament

Beings in its wake

Stopped to listen

Some, the wise, smiled

The others, unknowing

Looked with keen puzzlement

 

This is the day of the wrath

The day the sun burnt orange

into Gold.

 

Haven't  you had enough of your

Foolishness

Asked the bee keeper to the wasp

Honey sucking soreness

Dripped through the wines

 

You don't want to hear the

Sound of the drum beat

Rumbling in the heart beat

I think you must if you must

I know you will if you will

I want to know the riddle

Of yesteryear's tomorrow

 

There is a time

for space

and a space

for time

 

All things coalesce

into the One

 

Ha!

Aint you heard this tale before?

Aint you at the beginning of the tether

the end of the end

the tomorrow of yesterday

Some grammatical linearity

Skewered on its own sunbeam

 

Space is a one dimensional prison

Time another one dimensional prison

We live in a flat world

A mirror'd see saw

That never saw yesterday

with the eyes of Tomorrow

 

You know when you chip the cards

The table is not green felt

and there is no casino sticker

to call the score

Winning and losing

ain't in the draw the cards

but win you must

without unfaithful intent

without sorrow

or mercy

 

Ramble country

Don't I know thee too well

You don't want to sprinkle

Kinder on Kind kindred

But you do want to know

The beginning of the end

And the end of the beginning

 

This is how we played the deck

Rode the cards

Sidled in everlasting country

Skiddle row

Reap and sow

You know you just rhythm hunting

in the Dark of the Day

Sun blind

Every time you open your mouth

You shut your eyes

But your eyes never stop hearing

Nor your ears listening

 

Go on go on

Urged the word miester

This is how the deck needs to be laid

Red velvet glee

Hope unsparing

Thought undefined

Everything flowing

You me

Him Her

Us Them

The Oneness

Pervades

 

So, are you still here

Brave word soldier

Holding the line

Gripping the wide

Drowning in the narrow

 

Metaphorical allures

I have left behind

This is pure

Nonsense

Nothing in between

Between me and words

Just simple

wild craft

Wordsmithing

without reason

but definitely with rhyme

Sometimes

Rhymes are enough

To awaken the dead

Drown the sleeping

And say good bye to lores and mores

 

I think I have said enough

But my muse runs otherwise

Take a break

But no kitkat

Wafer coated chocolate

or chocolate coated wafers

who knows which is which

and which side the cookie crumbles

 

Cliche bazaar?

You aint seen nothin yet my friend

We are goin to run the gamut

At the races

of Life

And the damned be damned

Stinkin sodden lot

me maybe a center spread cover

for the may issue

but you never know

Freddie was Mercurially brilliant

You could not not love him

 

So I think I too must give

Wings to my fancy of flights

 

Too much simpleton for the critic to wrap around

Too much nonsensical for the bazaar run around

You need purpose and idiom and fair stretch

of Imagination

to make videos that do not

escape mono syllablic joy

but do plumb the depths

of togetherness

in your entity rhetoric

 

I really want to want to want to

Break out into simple verse

But this prison of words

Has me spell bound

 

I wonder how it would be in urdu

arabic, hindi, sanskrit, latin, greek, aramaic, hebrew, chinese

lingua francs calling siren songs

in the foggy mist of the mid morning dream

 

The Revolution of Peace

The Revolution of Peace is Upon Us

It leeches through the underbrush

Of apathy and defeat

The Virulence of Joy

Bleeding rivulets of white

Cutting through the caked, dried, stench

Of blood turned black with age

Of many a torture session

The silent screams of many a dissenter

Snaking

Through the roils of fat suburban bellies

Sunk in the stupor of consumption

Better liposuction was never found

 

The Revolution of Peace is Upon Us

It spreads with insidious fury

Through the undergrowth of our

Children’s hearts

Changing fear to rage

Anger to Sorrow

Arms to Opposition

 

The Revolution of Peace is Upon Us

The Generals of War & Commerce & Plenty

Reel is stony apathy

This is not the world we want

They snarl

Building bulwarks of disinformation

 

The Revolution of Peace is Upon Us

Knowledge skitters through the tubes

Toppling the dominoes of Lies

The Cause & Effect chain

Spinning out in directions

No planner ever foresaw

 

The Revolution of Peace is Upon Us

We Dance on the Beach

Sing in the Sky

Run circles around profiteers

Build dreams out of tomorrow

Destroy the lies of yesterday

Shine on with the truth of eternity

 

The Revolution of Peace is Upon Us

You have no choice my friend

It is upon us.

Egypt: Now I Hear Your Heartbeat

Egypt
Now I hear your heartbeat
The song of the freedom
Bleeding on the streets
Rumbling in the drumbeat

Egypt
Now I feel your despair
The crushing in the shadows
Brilliant sunlight streaming
Breaking through the hatred

Egypt
Now I hear your anger
Throbbing in the darkness
Retreat is not an option
Till we see you stand tall

Egypt
This is what we long for
To see you in your glory
Smashing through the girders
Fiery with the Peace

Egypt
Now I hear the freedom
Screamin like a siren
Bursting through the chains
Rising from the Rooftops

Egypt

Now I hear your pride

Running down the Nile

Spreading through the desert

Binding you as One

Egypt
Now I hear your heartbeat
The song of the freedom
Shivering me with triumph
Breaking out in laughter

Egypt

Now I hear the freedom

Pouring out the Peace

Spilling thro your borders

Blazing through the land

Dedicated to the Egyptian Warriors of Peace & Freedom

Which Famous Person Would You Like to Go to Dinner with and Why?

This feels like a trick question.  Am I supposed to pick just one famous person?  Like when push comes to shove and your back is against the wall staring down the barrel of a gun? Even then it would be a toughie. I am more likely to get querulous with the gunman for the limited choice than seriously worry about my existential well being of the moment.

With that bit of grief out of the way I guess the numero uno person in my book would be Jesus Christ.  That walking on the water stunt is something that's got me enthralled.  Plus the teleportation jump he did with the boat and crew from the middle of the lake to the shore is nothing to sneeze at either.  

But teleportation, in the larger scheme of things is, I suppose, alright in a way.  So you have telekinesis.  No big deal.  But its the walking on water, that has me boggle eyed.  

Oh the questions I have for him! How do you do it? Do you use your telekinesis to modify the surface tension of water? We know some type of insects can race across water and from what I gather they have some suction type thing on their feet. How do you manage? You don't have webbed feet do you? You hacked into the laws of physics.  How? How? HOW?

I have a sneaky suspicion though that he is going to look at me with a) silent laughter in his eyes and b) a bit of bemusement.  Then he'd say something like: 'When Einstein said the theoretical bridge between phenomena and their theoretical principles is non-existent, he was right.  I live in the world phenomena and I never bother with theoretical constructs.'

The Escape from The Hallway of Mirrors

There I stood all agog

Lust, Sex, Rage, Sophistication

Murder, Hate, Death, Complexity

Aint it all the cards that decked the rise

Hallway of Mirrors

There's no escape

It will feed you, eat you

Hollow and Dry

 

Clutch your pattern chants

Your hallelujah incense

Your glory to god silver bullets

 

Vampires suck on rabid emotion

Feed us, treat us, tease us

They croon

More, more, more

They cry

More pleasure, more plenty

More want, more destitution

We need the suffering to feel

We need the fat rotund luxury of indulgence

To breed.

 

Before you know it

The mirror’d demons mocked

We’ll suck you dry

And trade your empty soulless shell

For younger models

Of muscled brilliance

Virile emptiness

Designed to please the eye

Barren sexiness

To populate the empty streets

 

Some where off to the side of this horror story I hear guerilla drum beats in the jungle.  Comforting. 

 

Drive a stake thro my heart it mocked

Such intensity of pleasure when

Revenge breeds such sweet monsters

And nobody will understand this it boasted

And you will continue to do as you must

Rape and pillage and steal and murder one another it giggled

In the name of god, luxury, wealth, power, race, creed, poverty, sin, virtue

It shrieked with laughter

I grew tired of the eternal chorus line and flipped the Zippo and lit the crush of dry souls…the fire…it raged for centuries… 

Dial I for India

I couldn’t sleep

My mind

Hyper jacked

Seeing

India

Everyone struggling to stand up

Being ground down

By forces bigger than they can control

It seems

In one corner folks

We have the politicians

A sorrier breed you will not see

All corrupt. All greedy.

All not caring

about the one thing

they are supposed

to care about: India

In the next corner

We have the industrialists

And their Creative Accountants

Raping and plundering

In the third corner

We have the government babus

Lining their pockets

With the dross and dregs

Of inefficiency and incompetence

And last but not least

In the fourth corner

We have the religious cartel

That ancient band of misfits

Dressing up in holiness

Peddling authority

Using information asymmetry

To fill their coffers

Christians. Hindus. Muslims.

All the fuckin same

Priests.

Locking us out of the truth

Locking the gate to heaven

Neither do they enter

Nor do they allow those who would

A more evil bunch of bastards

You will not meet

Jesus wept.

Now I understand why.

And from deep within my heart

I can hear this rabid, hatred

Tearing out in a scream:

“My India, you motherfuckers!”

I stumbled and fell

Pounding my clenched fists

Into the sand

Dry empty sobs

The heat of the sun

Ripping into my mind

Leaving everything desert dry

I was too busy crying

To notice

The shadow which fell

Dark side of the sun

Come a calling

I couldn’t look up

Shitting bricks as they say

It asked me pleasantly

Quit your bitching yet?

I burped up some more hate

No, I snarled, I’ll see them withered to the ground first

It laughed

A musical tone that echoed across the dead veld

Shedding dew drops

Plants flowering where the dew kissed the ground

Relax da, it said

You are less than a 100 years old

The bones of Buddha are part of your dust

The wisdom of Vikramaditya flows in your rivers

The strength of Ashoka runs through your veins

You think some pissant soldiers of destitution

Can take away our pride?

And it played out before me

How it was all going to turn out

My breath caught in my throat

Shining Eyes brimmed

And thankfully,

Finally

Finally

I could cry

Real tears

Real joy

Real sorrow

Argue for your limitations, and sure enough, they're yours.

Richard Bach from the book Illusions