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The Mark of Question is there somewhere

"Sow" it twanged
Coded rhythm
watch it bang

Like'n Speaker to a hammer
fix the holes where rain's getting in

As now I sing
With the chorus of the angels
I remember your mind
Linked only to my mind by shear intent.

As the record spins
and tethers climb...
Breath ...

i am

What it feels like and what it looks like are two very different things. DO NOT get caught up in the farthings.
lost in thoughts...That spiral down.
Watch without vision.
Not about money. Not for greed.
This avarice prevails and makes you take a second seat to the
You that YOU want to be.

IT shouts a warning. Don't touch. I hadn't realized my departure.
My short flight with the crosswinds of "sanity".
The oft revered yet under-stood.

"Let's remember who's boss here", She winks.

That tingle in your ear is my same thrill.

SMILE WITH ME.


i am

Thee...

on momentary pause
thoughts become costs
at the import rate of time
heeding manifests of bless
reading depesets of crime...

sonic breeze
aches to be nearer
clearer
No better lover...
no more an Other...

My heart beat is your'z
hear me.

CLARITY--------------------------------------------------------fLAT Line---------------------------------------------------------------------

The question comes again...: "What are you doing?"

And then the silence prevades the song lending itself to a whole new entirely different yet the same...part of The Beat.

Heavenly, still not quite close enough. How You call me oh Master.
Punctuation

enter The Divine

So far surpass the so called 'power' these fishes flaunt. Tennon bangs from far beyond. Dishes a buffet lacking nothing save restraint.

Sweet god I commend thee...!
Applaud your very presence.
Dreamer once defiled
See now how I envy.

Lift me up
on wholly wings
amending all I'm tending

...

Might I scream
with all my voice

I've broken through...
The fog, the lace,
The even trace of my breathing

Reaping Penetrating
envisions
C'mon B r i n g i t}}}

Judgement...

Why are we so afraid of being judged by others?
Is it cause’ we really don’t like ourselves?
Afraid others won’t like us?

Why is it so hard to simply feel comfortable in ones own skin?
What does it matter that your coveted shrouds bear the mark of one designer or another?
Are not we all wearing skin… and bones beneath?
Are not our souls of the same source? Born on the same planet?

Which book was it read which in it was said; “take shame at ones own making”?
“Ye are a mistake”.
None I say, twer any they’d be laughed off of every shelf and thus I say smile child and remember you’re beauty. Think deep, and remember you truly are a part of this vast Universe.

-Taj

Ask...

Can I ask you something…
Do my words please you
Do you like the sound of my thoughts

Are the movement
Of my lips an
Enticement?

Does my tongue
Tug at your
Insides?

Do you want me?
Can I help you?
Please.

-Taj

Heavens gait

Her walk
makes his mind melt…
his whole soul becomes lost
in the ruffle
and subtle shuffle
of her cloths…
he must
follow those...
hips and lips
as she moves
to his persuasion…
laden thickly
as a flower
filled with dew.

-Taj

The Master

You are so beautiful...
I seek you.
Study you.
Ache to know the curves you rarely show. Your theatric webs of light which dance in my mind as of snapshots in a dream.
Ache to know the fullness of you and the intricate depths of your beautiful halos, winged things, and circles.

The shapes you create awe me. Your art strokes me. The bristles of your brilliance paint my innermost desire.
A mirror to my envy of you.
I weep for you...

You are so beautiful.

Just one of your glories is cause to praise. Yet, your love relents not with it's abundant and ever increasingly delicious displays.
The most grand artist...
Lover...
Teacher.

On my knees forehead to the ground I thank you. Tear drops mingle with your body.

Then I am the love which you rain upon us.
Warm rain, cold rain, hail stones and snow your magnificence continues beyond repeatability. The Master.
I'm after the all of everything that you are.

Your touch embraces
The sight of you entrances
Your...
I'm
we
It

I...

I...

...am you.

But I don't believe it. How could I of flesh and blood compare to your grandure? How ever could I claim that the creator of my universe resides within? How dare I say that my limited thinking and feeling compare in anyway to your ancient silent sentries of time beyond time?

How far ever I could stretch could not still reach so many peaks you have risen.
So many valleys you have carved and still then there is the rest of you.

The curtain of stars belittles me with unmatched ease and still I try to describe you.
Uplifts me from the roots of time itself and still I somehow don't believe.
That you are God. And I am that which is you. The Mastery, the violence, the calm.
In every essence in every moment and every place. I long to know more of the beauty which surrounds me.


-Poem to Earth and the Universe.

~Taj Amond Leahy

Silent Crystal Fragments

I was remembering last years trip to The Sequoia National Forest with my lady. The beauty, the grandure, the snow! We climbed the mountain from our camp where the night before we heard a man chasing away a couple bears who broke into his car. We decided to stay for some odd reason thinking that there was no threat to us. Don't ask me why. No, nothing happened and we never saw those two bears again.

It rained gently as we drove the winding road toward one of the most amazing places I've ever been. Surely I'm a tree hugger but I think this is one of those places that people come from all over the world to see. Eventually the rain became snow and soon the ground was icy and covered in white. Where we live in California is not so close to snow so we were both very excited! We each jumped out of the car to quickly stuff a hand full of snow in our mouths. Of course I had to make the biggest snow ball I could make and chuck it at the nearest girlfriend. Of course, it's what you do when your in the SNOW! Yay!

Eventually there we were. Wandering down a path, just her and I amidst gigantic orange brown trees which seemed as grand sentries to the passing of eternity. Amazingly, as large as they are, their mighty trunks are soft to the touch. How humbling it was to be near them. How entrancing it was to walk in silence with snow covering everything in sight. Creating such beautiful shapes and slowly falling from the sky, the snow had me. The thing that I was remembering was the impact of the sights around us coupled with the fact that it was fucking silent. Not a sound. Yet so much snow falling from the sky. So much movement. A gentle stampede of ground bound crystal fragments. Silent and so far over the top beautiful. There was no question that we were living in a very special moment. I'm quite thankful for that day. If you look at the pics be sure to view the large size. These are easily picks of one of my happiest days on Earth. We will be returning. Just waiting for the nearby cave to open and welcome us in.
-Taj

Thoughts of Youtube...

Everybody’s play place…


From the musician who wants to practice their favorite idols chords to the little girl who wants to play sexy in the mirror laymen and corporate grinders alike have one thing in common; a place to be seen.
I realized that I could look up just about anything I could imagine and so I do. Parkour, porn, extreme crashes, music videos, even that old one with “Mr. T” called Love your mother.

There’s not all milk and cookies though. I get sad sometimes when I come across racist comments and idiocy which pervades most comment sections of videos. It’s not o.k.
Sometimes I respond as a voice of reason in a xenophobic world. One need only watch for a day and you will see. It takes all types.

I guess I’m optimistic though. Some people don’t give a rat’s ass, can’t see the evidence there before them on the screen. Choose an image and 10 other related vids will present as options. It’s like a choose your own adventure. Want to watch rock climbing, see that new snoop dog video, post a vid of your new and improved drama technique?

It’s all there to have.
Like the Nazi speeches and scenes of knockouts in the street. Really funny but, disturbing. Like a car chase where you see a person fleeing the police and the resulting crash where his body slides through the window of his tumbling car sending him flying several yards and landing in his death bed. Slightly funny yet disturbing. I don’t want to watch people die.

But I do.
Is it to understand? Is it for fun?
Why do we do what we do? For what purpose and to what end? Perhaps I’ll dream of knockouts and the myriad ways a person can get hurt and die.

All choked up

And the phone rings... "what are you up too?"

"Oh, nothing", she says with that obvious help me sort of tone. I tell her my side she tells me hers. It all falls into the norms of life. Death, heartache, and the insistent crunch and screech of power tools goes on just outside my view. The door slams open and shut as we speak of illness in society. Race class religion.

All of it brings forth thoughts of verse and prose. "Love the life you live... Woke up to the sounds of insincere talking...to to the sounds of neighbors fighting."

Too many times I've been that witness to the ungreatness of human kind. Such as a three day old tale of the -N- word being tossed out of a car window toward a friend of mine as she strolled beside the ocean here in Santa Cruz. Odd cause as I strolled there earlier the same day I wondered who there would have trouble with MY presence.
"But I'm just me."
Judgments play out in our minds all day long. Every moment is an assessment.

Think clearly and share your truth. Be willing to know that you are wrong. It's o.k.
We are all learning how to survive, thrive, and get along here. No matter how old we are or how much it looks like we have our shit together.
-Taj