Testigo (O/S)

Mama Gaia sighs her cry from a womb

woe riven while our soot-swollen eyes blink 

@ Tyranny tearing us Down to space-dust 

Until even our rind screams-open 

Is this wound of Being singing of knives 

Cutting  in line-hushed our fate now falling 

Down and merging with ashes dashed like brains 

Against stones -no One to save us. The sea 

Still murmurs & rain falls like an echo- 

A sorrow sounds between bird call 

And streets

Cracked from where bodies fell like buildings God 

Struck. Numb & dumb we with throats scissored 

And scarred, too scared to speak the holy strangled so slowly

Arms Plutonic

Would A woman as You turn away

For what THEY say? My sight shouts from Sheol 

While missiles of imprecations

Bless their detonations against my flesh

Mortal spirits hear this-the Aloness

Of a Witness wandering wastes and wonders

Blanketed by moonlight, thus blackened, hence one

Hears a blight burrow into the world

As though a tree tricked by Kali to grow

An anti-life birthing berries

whiter than dissolution. Would you,

A siren singing my drowning, offer

This fruit to me, or beg my leave?

Would you allow THEM to say you? What say You?

Enfold yourself in my arms & know no harm

–A hymn of Silence reigns now

FOR A MOMENT (O/S)

Hold me to your chest
Rest the song of toomanythoughts thundering
Past us like stallions sipping gallons of liquor
(Spirits infest me),  won’t you hold me
until deathly Are the memories meandering
into my waking? Somewhere a rainbow
shatters and I am scattered by the lies of eyes/I’s
promulgating truths as  guises unseen

Drink (Outer Spiral)

  

Bring your cup here and be filled with plumes of fires 

Secreting themselves between trees where hide 

moonbeams minding the tune you spell your doom to. 

Yes- dance to the song tearing tendon, strumming 

every string to the beat of a breath leaving itself 

Child of the Kosmos (O/S)

  
Spiraling through the breath of life 
A wave, a leaf, a stone in free fall 
Finding life in the blue, voices carry 
Their notes to sit still in ear 
Hear the sight of hearts humming
Dimming vision so to see clearly 
That s 

urely we are the realest stories 

Grown by Vishnu dreaming 

Doin’ All Right (O/S)

Split my pants, flat on my bike 

But I’m doing all right Smoke my pipe &  saw the 

sights 

B/c I’m doing all right
Ate too fast, talked my funk But I’m doin alright 
Home at last, layin’ it down 
B/c I’m doing all right 
Move too fast, still out of cash
But I’m doin’ all right 
Lit some hash which flicked the gas 
B/c I’m doin all right 
Evicted & still a man convicted 
But I’m doin all right 
Sittin chillin doing nothin’
Because I’m doin’ all right

Death Poem-Hojo Ujimasa

Hôjô Ujimasa 1538-1590 

  Autumn wind of eve, 

blow away the clouds that mass 

over the moon’s pure light 

and the mists that cloud our mind, 

Please sweep away as well. 

Now we disappear, 

well, what must we think of it? 

From the cosmos we came. 

Now we may go back again. 

That’s at least one point of view.