Renaissance of Artistic Mahasiddha R.A.M.

Participation, starring you and eye and/in/of/from/for reality in a constant art peace.
Welcome to participation the game of a dancing changing constantly evolving inner rhythmic drumbeat peaking at oness, every action from now on should be received carried and flowed according to the inner receptive lever of forever consciousness, you in your participation of constant heroic fear facing and imaginative directed loving can burn through all weight with laughter all hate with faster loving pastures hereafter. Never again depressed longer than it takes to pull another, brother, breath against your chest in a warm embrace never left alone your inner mind and knowing whether there or darkness scared takes you where you’d never ‘bear’ in mind, or drag-on ‘dragon’ jargon on and on pardon the lag on this hardened flagship song of a game you seal with every breath in every moment is a death between each inhale and your next, the apex of the mind flexed is inner blissful energetic sex unified a lexicon of the deft defined the rest rewind the test through time lest you find the festival grind a jest-full rhyme rhythmic slime keeps a beat and all matter gives off heat so send it love.
--------No shame we always know. No fear the Nothing inside judged by nobody’s eyes has everywhere to grow. No personality we change as we go to fit each individuals taste in a show to break them from their drama with tasteful slipped samba’s no ‘yamas’ or mantras we tailor fit lamas to every person like pajamas. No attachments ever flowing always fluid new tools come when there’s no rules to fun, ooo a gun! ---------
Beyond Zen we live and love evolving and spreading consciousness, as we become our universal container on such ness beyond much bliss inter-penetrated substance beyond the corrupt kiss bubkiss. You become this oness which is all its beyond and inside the tall and long quantum want ‘em inner haunt ‘ems this game was played before this clear door again opens here from floor to head do dig-in near participation was called ‘Mahasiddha’ clear in ancient Tibet where whores and kings took a bet beyond a ritual set and decided to spread heart where others hided in ritual cart’s of ‘business’ that ‘had’ to be done to keep the community a-float well now the business sided against the ‘hip’ updated relevant ideological bliss, and added the ‘ritual’ addiction to this creating religion with a spin of the wrist a twist on everything to be trapped in abyss, inundated elephant can take care of this inner ever sacred mindset to help spread the love to open up experience where we all see above. So do your ‘fantasy’ ritual that parents and peers try to sell and when society stops its them you will tell of a community of love inside the mind from where we came to where we fell its all the same so why not tame these sands of mind-land and de-bug the game of the mean slug frame of shame now seems to say change, stay strong, play until the days gone, then energize arrange for friends and mirrors to lend their eyes to see your blind spots and spread seeds to sides that 2 eyes don’t seem to confide, eventually the inner mastered entity will sit upon a brow ridge strong and sing to you a gentle song to get you through ever-after ever-long as you travel through yourself to find the always glowing inner self who’s never wrong. Throughout your fun sit aside in the center of the mind and watch reality turn from blinders to an overflowing teat an intrinsic treat for you in the cosmic seat as your synchronous heart beat the earth and our eyes do meet the rhythmic fool’s heat discreet flows ever present below our neat, nose know’s knows, eat eats, as reality sandwiches we consume our experiences as life’s infinite treat, as we dance through every moment on infinite feet.
(en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mahasiddha)

always high

I’m dying yet I’m so alive,
I’m trying but every dive in a rabbit hole has me grabbing knots, knolls and alphabet trolls who want me winning people and things steeple grinning tree rings to infinity through spinning my affinity, to singing divinity is an intrinsic no limit to me, to be, all that I want all that I can love is to flaunt demand no suppression of man or desires will haunt and the hurting landslides inside will spurn franchises as inner pain grows out right? Know the inner knowers showered love to outer glowers share the same don’t hide the game and gift of mind inside its fine but not sharing starts scaring those who cant fathom or ‘bear’ in mind the ‘drag-on’ of repetitive lines and their meaning behind caught like a psychic sign to not show the lot to grow we’d rather sever communication than ignoring the improper use of a memory turned into an enemy stop memorizing and burn the bridge of bliss when you come to it keep moving above this and that allow reality to feed you your line and give you your hat the play will move perfectly a theater in mind when synchronized with mercury and now all bliss is blind nothing when complete is hurt to me keep in the aware the first gift ever given before you grew hair the exponential growth and love in a breath which you practice every moment until graduation or death the first contains the latter between every beat the latter when unconscious your soul will repeat.
From the seat of the mind all is left behind.

decondition a police petition

A Dissertation about/to/for the policing population:
(To be read softly and soothingly as if in bed completely warm waking up to Christmas mourning, an anticipatory brightness filling your head a wonderful wink without warning dissipating all dread, as our inner child asks ‘what kind of fun lies ahead?’)
I mastered fantastical fear draining without a drop of training, mild eye straining, or abstaining from painting pain into plain things and tainting brain rings. A tryst watched by a Lawyer crouched like a tiger with a tom sawyer twist ready to sink his fangs into these loop holes and slap cuffs on our wrist when we’ve only smoked two bowls baked, bordering on bliss; but wait he’s a police officer what’s up with this? Cops come peacefully we speak politely and he reads a list we speak in spite please and our dialogue includes this: listen to me I speak with truth and wisdom so don’t remiss, my friends and me are in the constitution business Pursuing happiness while spiritually integrating into different dimensions, creating corporeal thought extensions with intervention and prevention within and out our divine intention. Don’t shout we believe in universal compassion and peace throughout in a gentle fashion we feel change through friendly impaction a covalent reaction, including the range of police participation we ask with respect that you too do not infect us with the society virus of disassociation a defensive disintegration of our naturally defaulted similarity as thinking loving human beings, now seen as a rarity disparaged and bare to thee the care of the lair of love has been left to thee so rise above don’t split hairs and shoot the dove our own recreation is not your job its an arbitration written by bureaucratic masturbation addicts looking to suppress and spread pain to the game of the open minded lane of love, Love not as a partner, Love not an abstract concept, the universal heart sharpener, a state of mind, a harp of the healing kind a part you’ve might have been blind too, yes this is a line in the sand too, but bound to moral men thinking and linking not drinking the dangerous alternative truly its your judgment blinking. I’m an extremely healthy human in all facets of my being from what I eat and consume to my powerful thinking; excuses are arbitrary facts disguised as causes that apparently impact me more than the constitution’s clauses, I’m a wholehearted guru who can help you in life but we’ve met in a situation where your attitude sharp was held like a knife to my heart we are participating in a constant piece of ongoing art, drop your mean mask and debate like a man ‘why do you think its ok to cage man?’ does peaceful play deserve unmitigated rage and a re-hashing of the ‘lay of the land’?
Don’t give away power think for yourself you’ve denied the elf and unconsciously placed your psychic abilities on the shelf; ambiguity and emotional charges placed into words making you think ‘cliché’ when love is used as a verb, and communism as evil? Well that is absurd capitalisms demonic upheaval proves the swerve is the drivers responsibility not the car that he serves.
You vote with your actions for the status quo
You vote with your dollar and that’s where it goes
You vote with your hand when you cover emotions and demand silence, I stand
I vote for truth when I cite my intrinsic knowledge as evidence, in benevolence watching the relevance turn from the 800-pound elephant to an equality earned peace of love given to each from above religious freedom bound with science and philosophical prowess has garnered gargantuan greatness universal love at its best, and like Buddha before me and Jesus’ jest I would ask you kind fellows to take this as a test, do you choose stagnation or change for your mind and the nation, the same bull shit or yin-yang integration.

Antivirus program

Application: Run
Boundless love from the sun
Love all that is, a human-being aware
Therefore love, love and have not a care
But for love to be fair, thought strings to tear
Make sure to spread light on/from the sun and virus alike
Four everything’s one, my heart, our mind;
Emotions: the spine, or snake
Ascension: the bird, your intention
Integration is needed yin-yang not yet heeded.
Reality is fine like a necklace that’s beaded, a slow simple rhyme
Fee: dead, love where has it led above the head and piercing the heart
Everything: A dance,
Every breath: pure art.

Unending infinite immortal, 3 synonyms for life
Love and these letters a portal past mortal strife
Hold radioactive attachments up and let light cut like a knife
To free one from tethers, a bird set a flight there are no fees for:
Endeavors that feel from the heart, which are true and right.
The happiest place on earth, your own mind; externalization
Created by a society to blind.
Our nation: our binding persuasion: to spread love and the like
To theme parks we’ve deem dark, the club med’s in our heart
Mcdonald’s doublespeak as they’re food makes them weak
An addiction to some; for all a black mass occult murder; Indian’s sacred cow
a prediction: the freak show is done.
Although the truth is viewed with the light from the sun
‘Ba da ba pa pa’ I’m Lovin itä
Lets choose a new application to run.

The Sun Constant

I’ve been in the sun all day
Letting it peel past perceptions away
Including the thought that everything ends
Like rigid morality a palm tree always bends
Life’s subtle flexibility is the fifth element
Perceptions ability.
What I just said in laity speak is the consciousness
That brings you participating
Week after week and life after life
Peeling off pain and leaving past strife
The Esoteric truth a philosopher’s knife
Love guides and chooses the sides in an otherwise schizophrenic aside
You see the goal aim in every artist’s tool room
Is to change all to love wisdom for the buffoon and lawyer alike
Every one a true mic, every two connected at one point the Tau pi point
Infinite center sacred geometry shows consciousness on the all
Growth outward like a tree,
Only the leaves fall therefore ignore tall
Tales shallows secrets, and old leaky pails that never hold water, epic fail
Will grow hotter till it burns away and death will leave purity to stay
Like me in the sun burning this day because we are all one
And although this poem nearly done, from every end is rebirth
Love in life will keep thriving long after this verse.

capitalism's spiritual space holder

pins and needles
twins and tweedle dees
and dumbs, placing pain
in tainted two ton drums
painting propaganda, and fun
on the tanks of rum.

Drunk and drinking
Shrunk and shrinking,
out of mind, and in the trunk
thinking, linking on his bunk
feircley feeling a full moon's funk
the whole platoon has lost its spunk
the loon's have fled the fool's still drunk
the rules have trapped these tools
Clunk stolen jewels in his trunk
his hands a rosey red sunk
into the heart of a monk
burma to Baghdad
a dunk into death
a demon on his
breath. Control,
an illusion he's
had, that lead
to death, he
knows his
fate; and
excelerates
it. too late.
an addiction
ended a bloated
belly distended
a trap for dissidents
who could have helped
end it. suicide to some
murder on an invisible
plane, dimensions
that bring one to
insane.
soldier karma
to help straitforward, and plain;
shoot at the blackwater train mercenaries.
or be the beautiful martyr; go out in
style hold 2 gernades, create a
bloody blackwater(or dick cheney) dog pile
society's a hard cokkie to crumble
you've seen the vietnam vets
still tumbling with demons
now transmuted from violence
to dimentia, and screamin
schizophrenia dreamin,
teaming, steaming
tangled in karma.
to facilitate fate
is to except it,
an american?
dont call yourself
that identify with what you love
your soul, your state even
dont sleep in the american dream
now filled with nightmares and
innocent screams, run off to
Burma defend a monk
your on the path to
suicide if you stay
in your bunk,
iraq is the slaughterhouse
where george bush sends his
junk. his boss has better tools a soldier, (or Sheeple)
not a loss, for him; but the american people.

the Boundless Lover

I am Boundless love
I stand to speak and spit
A spiral spinning spokes of joy
We Toy’s are lit and loving it.
Androgynous Venetian ship
The lips a loving cup, licking the tit
The lingam lift the pointed tip
And always channeled up,
The chakra’s shaking
Rubbing Lake things,
Nymphs naked basking
In this task everlasting.


I am Boundless Love
Unrestrained, and infinite
I transcend the physical,
Enter text as a lyrical blast
The first emotion that lasts,
Sometimes people get attached,
To a mirrored source of sorts.
But peoples predetermined present
Taint the token task
Erosion from these frosted oceans
Make this money mass an acre
Take her turn, integrate and learn
She is your spinal mentor
Never negate or fake her,
The Kali Yuga Shakti hair
Sexually like a panda bear.

Excuse me miss,
You aren’t in tune; can I make you so, and quick?
This sun will set, with much respect
I’d like to see the moon, and
Your Auric cloud is black and loud
With Torrents of hurt covered in dirt
I could fix it in a tick.

You aren’t the moon,
Braggadocios Buffoon
I should burn you with my Bic

But I am a god, you’d prefer me not?
To Rot in a bog, in your illusory fog?
Forever chasing your tail like a humanized dog?
A penny in the past
A plentiful present,
A perfect time to fast
A merry maiden
Dressed and laden
A test in less, Seductive
I sing in joy and love existence
Compassion everlasting
I wish we, would Manifest
Truth on Many levels
To Spin a spiral of sensuality
Into actuality, to leave the
Laity for totality, the queen
bereaved her love bequeathed
and met in between our mutually
meandering meats. Could we
just have sex at least?

spoken in a Social setting

Reflections of friends
Is who, what they C
The same degree of femininity
Make sometimes it seems a
Mean Masculine directness gleams
From the sun, valedictions, a ton
A lesson unseen, not a lesson undone
Stuck sinking suppressed in seas of emotion
That manifest as depressed, see erosion of self
Cede the unnecessary notion of motion
The meek meandering elf becomes a demon
In rigid duality; bringing a schizophrenic birth
A walk away from totality
A mood disrupting mirth
Causing one to ignore a rude rancor toll, of pain, nigh rebirth.
A mole on the whole; a cancer for some, for him a warm
Homely knoll, a feeling familiar for years, lifetimes on a roll
But times almost gone, and ten times as long
Earths energies growing great, throwing some in the sky
And canceling out those who choose hate, the wheel of samsara‘s
Letting go (maybe we should too, a different meaning to some, but happiness to you)
From sticky to throwing from its clutches either
Coming to terms or going in circles
Eventually we all learn
And in turn the social mirror can help us to spurn
Lower vibrating strings although they were earned
It is love we will bring,
A golden dawn, a new spring
These beautiful things
Seen through the eyes that come through the other side
Viewing the reflections of our own caring self

gnome ore

twisting, spinning, a clockwork dance
tiny gnomes who rock, in a geodesic dome
on a walk through rome, I stop to talk of home
with these freinds who roam
slapping joy into the face of every drop of
haste, hate, and late bubble of love that trys to dodge our fate.

poetry i met under a tree one sunny day

existence is a dance
resistant in a trance
this dream is persistent
all love ajar; insistent, a new
universe you are,
actualized from a far
the taurus bull split,
exponential is it
experiential i sit
dualistic? unfit
on a triton tightly tricked
tugging tummys time to tic
a token taken, a rhyme unwrit
like the broken brake on a broiling brit
non-stop nuanced brick by brick
the loyal laitey licked by mc
for depressing dangers take your pick
or float on a feeling freely felt
a dove, a dragon, above all else
the lies, illusions in the past
the present though persistent will always last
love is a mindset feel it fast
for so many synonyms see the soul's sacred sash
everythings interconnected only gods dont clash
an idea fermented
perfected like a slow sour mash.