Poetry

“Easter Island”

Facial monoliths dot the coast
They are motionless
Yet they know so much
Why are they here?
What do they represent?
Are they the monument of a past pagan god?
Or a giant's abandoned lawn furniture
Stone soldiers from the neck up
They hold their post from dusk till dawn

“If Guns Could Talk”

If guns could talk
Would they cock back?
Or would they simply say stop that
If guns could talk
Would they be hungry for ammo?
Or would they beg for the court systems to ban them
If guns could talk
Would they get trigger happy
Or trigger depressed
If guns could talk
Would they blame themselves for the arrest?

“What is a Recession?”

What is a recession?
It is the confession of society
A depression of reality
The truth is making an appearance for love actuality
Live by one practicality
Time to unite all nationalities
What is a recession?
The chance to dance in between realities

“Conspiracy Theorist”

Oh you’re a conspiracy theorist
Involve the fear of reality with your lyrics
Oh you’re a conspiracy theorist
If you think 911 was a set up
Then you’re the terrorist
Oh you’re a conspiracy theorist
Why can’t you accept what the populace thinks?
Oh you’re the conspiracy theorist
I’ll believe it when God writes it in clear ink

“Word Revolution”

Let’s start a word revolution
We deserve restitution
From this urban pollution
Time for a resolution
Let our writing speak out
Right wing left wing
All just a political decal
Can’t you see now?
We can transform from being weak to wow
Seek on the prow
Take a seat in the now
Break free from the weeds
No time to throw in the towel

“Origins”

‘Flint rock etched onto a cave canvas
Yesterday's hunt gloriously depicted
The feather of the fowl left on an estuary
Becomes embalmed in ink and unifies with parchment
In a reservoir filled with blue
A single click exposes its mark
Inspiration is bled

Near Death Experience

I once had a near death experience
Not the kind that we have every night
Flashing lights mixed with astral flight
Where the ego dies and takes on different identities
Of past births, remnants, appendages of consciousness waving like sea anemones
Twisting turning, a gut wrenching scream that's as quiet as a mute
As loud as a nuke
A lone wolf stands on the edge of a cliff crying out to a sky with no moon
Break free from
Make a fist out of three thumbs
Walking in the midst of an oasis of tree stumps
Is this freedom or bondage
Self inflicted
Ego's constricted
So I pay homage
Claustrophobic but there's no walls
I'm homosapian phobic
Memories page like photo albums
I don't want to relive those moments
How does a gum wrapper lead to a child's birth?
A scrunchie lead to a plague?
How do the choices I make last month
Influence the ones I make today?
Injected with joy
Gone is the calamity
Have I passed on?
Or is this the first step towards insanity?
blissed out more than any smack addicts day job
It's too late to fix how I lived
But one thing's certain there's only one rule to live by
That's live in the now
But can I even say live?
I offered my body as a severance pay
To those who I have sinned
The elderly woman who I cut in line
The man who I didn't return a smile to
If I was still alive I would be so vile
But pain and suffering don't exist where I reside
So I feel like this whole death thing is all really worthwhile
As I fly by shrouded in the anointed one's breath
Cloaked in Buddha's thoughtlessness
I notice a newspaper stand a little bit to the left
As I read the text began to grow like a metropolis
Adjusting to my new flying apparatus
I realized I neither had to slow down or have any place to go to
The headline on the front page read
God charged for reckless endangerment
A three car pile up
The picture under the headline seemed so familiar
This is god, and he commits crimes?
In a moment I awoke to a voice
It's a good thing that you had buckled up

What is God?

God just is and is the isness of the infinite. It is closer than the cells of your body, yet to reach it one has to climb over treacherous mountains. It can be reached by embodying love, light and purity. However, God is also the opposite of all these which is hatred, darkness and impurity. These are all attributes of God. Love and hate are just two different levels of consciousness. God is everything and at the same time nothing. God is life, death and the void. This is the divine paradox. To describe the true essence of God in words is impossible because God transcends the mind. One can read descriptions of God but cannot truly understand what God is until one has an authentic experience of God. Moreover, a direct experience with God is the same as having a direct experience with the pure self or soul. God is deafening silence, the sound of OM and a clamoring calm. It transcends personality and sex although it can be represented as one through various deities. It can be worshipped in a church or on the way to work because God lives in the self and in everything. It is only our mental conditioning, desires and karmas that have veiled this ultra powerful and mind boggling force from us. For centuries, prophets and men of God have claimed that their God is the one and only true God. However, these claims are only half true. Yes there is one God, but all faiths share the same all powerful and omnipresent God. It is of utmost importance to realize that God can be reached through various paths, but it is always the same God because God is everything and everything is God.