POEM

this is a poem from a year ago,
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bless, headed to compton next week and the greator LA area,
Jah's son


I saved a butterfly today,
it was caught between the drapes and the window,
the sun was out, out drying the ground,
it warmed the house to a nice end of summer temperature,

The winds could be heard fluttering against the glass,
as I opened the window and placed it in my hand it calmed,
and then flew out towards the sun,
towards its inevitable death,
towards its destiny,

Maybe it was you who I touched,
brushed my hand freshly shower soft by your wings,
and freed you,
watching you fly away didn’t bring any sadness,
but the way you flew to the sun brought joy,

The path of the star is lower on the horizon,
about to sift my sky like the way the music sifts into other sounds

and it seems the soundtrack to my life has been played before,
in roses I’ve laid before,

The earth shook beneath me for the first time,
its motion could be felt through out my entire eternity,
if I get still I can still feel after shocks,
no one can enter what the knower locks,

I watched as my canvases all moved with the earth,
waves of magma under us, seeking release,
the friction of the earth, but the sky did not move….

I am MOVED, physical verbally and this motion can not be stopped.
It rains down drops of enlightenment from heavens eyes dropped,

It rains down in freshly turned yellow,
it rains down in moments of understanding,

I used to try to catch it on my tongue,
but now I don’t run, enlightenment will come in the speed in which I lead
myself out of the darkness and into the light of the future…

Its like watching a movie that can read your thoughts
and around each turn is another pile of attachments to burn,


Some cant bring themselves to do it and through the night they are cold,
be bold let it all go and see what comes back
lose track of time and sleep all day,

The mountains air is fresh, the altitude is high,
some when they see all of the materials burning they laugh
some cry…..

NOT YOU, NOT US
trust is the fire I burn….

Like that butterfly that surrendered in my hand.

and I released it to the sun,

I release to my destiny

LIFE & DEATH

I went outside to let it sink into my being,
like the roots of trees mingle with soil,
like the rain absorbs to the earth,
the tears I shed fell from the deck and landed on flowers below,
the flowers that will grow there will cover the whole world

Your spirit: the wind through the chimes,
Your spirit: like mine always free.

Me? it only makes my prayer stronger,
only makes my life more thankful.

The tears overwhelmed me in a wave that sent my body to the ground,
the place that we return to…
the place that grew us with it’s soil,

I felt you moving in the space above our bodies,
stopped the other day to think of how many memories go to the grave
with each of us.

I believe that these feelings and memories are germinated there,
like winter gives way to spring,
and the same way spring gives birth to summer,

I don’t know what to think of heaven,
but I do know what to think of the sky,
it’s many colors,
horizons,
and layers of atmosphere give way to something greater,
something…science can only reach in equations.

But WE the children of the mighty creator,
know beyond and grow beyond these limitations of earth,
a far greater expanse of meadows awaits us,
takes us into it’s self and we combine.

May each of our journeys be filled with peace and compassion

In what ever form you become I’ll see you in all…
small to infinite.

I stand in the middle and behold you at the end,
watching my son who follows from the beginning,
this cycle may never end,
this path will not bend,

The tears of your passing are like ink on my page
color on canvas.

So, now that is sunk in,
into my cells,
into the pages settles the ink
and your foot steps dust has settled form your life.

I look to the first sun rise of another birth,
I look to the tear seed of hope as it falls to the earth,
I look to another tomorrow,

In complete surrender to life’s mighty mystery.

May we all face that night with strength and courage and reverence

Standing at the half way where the sea meets the coast,
where life means the most,
as years roll by like a river flooding the banks
all I can do is give thanks

A POEM

I saw her dancing in the ocean of sky,
fully realized, all alone pulling the tide,
inside I collapsed, my frame couldn’t hold
the weight of words that I speak, turning in I saw colors flowing from my mouth but no sound
burning in fires light,
I saw her dancing, pulling behind her all sorts of jewels
the trees that once stood now only fuel to keep us warm
I heard a wave crash, all that is left is cellular memory and ash,
I put poems in the fire that I’ve never read
in hopes that the one dancing would be lead out of the sky
and into my arms,
I put poems in the fire that I’ve never read
in hopes that it may be bread for the hungry

My head was split in two,
in between the sun and his day and her and her night,
my flight made patterns on paper that I haven’t touched,
made indents of thoughts that broke the silence,
How can it be fixed?
Glued back together, cut and pasted like a collage,
I ran to her but it was just a mirage,
just a shadow of a shadow of a memory,

My destiny was to be humbled before the moon,
bending my split head to the earth the contents spilled out,
I placed a blank sheet there to catch the crimson,
trying desperately to make sense of the illness inside of me,
My destiny was to die in some future date,
leave only art and my son behind to shine,

I saw her dancing with the angels,
or we were the angels dancing,
I couldn’t sing lost my voice in the fire silent was the choir,
pausing to watch her becoming,
Becoming full,
ready to wane, my heart was full and in pain,

but that was just a second in the eternity,
eventually we all will dance, we all will become full,
we all will spilt and spill,
outside to in inside to out,

I heard the wave crash,
nothing left except smoke and ash,

I can’t explain the visions any better then I can explain those times when I’ve seen GOD, its just a feeling, just a hope just a prayer and out there somewhere is freedom, but then out and in only begin
the cycle of circles,
the spillting,
the waning,
the dancing …..

So what can I say that hasn’t already been repeated?

What can I say to a voice defeated?

what can I say from a poem never completed?

Answers may never come but I’ll run to you


Drop This Poem in the Fire
and Dance With Her UNTIL I’m FULL

FRO ZEN TIME

Blank sheet rolled out like a fresh coating of snow,
I suppose those closest to the mountain understand it best,
I’ve been blessed, watched the sun set,
shadow mossed trees of silhouettes of statues or tattoos,
something has been permanently engraved in my skin held deep with in,
And time has frozen our moment with movement of future tomorrows,
blank sheet was cleaned by yesterdays rain,
soaking in the mist the trees sigh looking at I,
just a dreamer trying to freeze her in time.


I have wondered deserts, I have pondered city street blocks
mountains I have climbed,
Something was destined to imprint this page,
burnt cedar and sage before entering the full moons pull,
something was bound to bind the magnificent to our lives,
in one tidal wave,
impressive imprinting and pressings, blessing the lost to be found
healed in holistic mystic rounds of earth incarnations,
So here we are frozen with pen
in the lions den or belly of the whale same tale,
wailing wailers wail,
Prophets have blessed our eyes and lips to speak in strength
prophets have blessed the I’s when weak to give thanks,

I’ve seen the beauty it was blank formless and void,
with now way to avoid the dignified divine
no way to deny or define,

it became so massive to live in this endless inspiration respiration
to break the barrier of the timid which was the limit,

I was sent to transfer and transmit, cant forget frequency frequently forgot
for ancientory
I woke up in half sun half shade and with a joyous song being played
It must of imbedded into my dreams as I layed,
entered the spot of contentment,
and the news was sent with, a smile, a kiss,
It sounded like omming or distant humming or the hiss from a needle on record
Little hands like mine can only carry so much sun shine but I put it my
sons which have potential to be essential service of the one
So I hum the song that my grandmother hummed me,
the same one that I sand in every language spoken,
my ties to past live as unbroken
the state of constant dream,


Always with a blank page about to be filled at gods will,
I just chill
look into the eyes of those whose lullabies,
May pass with the indigenesis,

resistance and persistence to keep on keeping on,
words are magic and it is tragic that few get on the train….

ITS about to leave….

You’re about to leave,

But our moments are monuments to our momentum,
And speed to which we enter the light like
young birds first enter flight…. in complete and utter joy


In complete surrender to the splendor of the blank sheet……

MAY MY HAND NEVER STOP WRITTING

I could be over this in a second I am fickle
Push the nose to the grind stone
Grab the sickle it’s harvest time
Grown ripe in the struggles of just being whole in a life.
From nights of angst to nights of ubiquitous oneness

Fill all hearts with the joy of true knowledge of self
That is the ultimate goal of these interactions
To use our intuition and recognition of our divine nature
In juxtaposition to the condition of our human,
emotional state on the third dimension
The retention of awareness is the level of constant mindfulness that all is in the All,
& VICE VERSE
Take the curse of flesh and mesh it into flipped positive from negative
Form a new perspective,
Let go,
Baptized in divine flow
Remember, rethink, re drink
From the Holy Grail and become yourself a vessel.
A vessel to hold the pure water from source ever-present,
Represent the clear when near murky waters but let them see by example
Don’t stay in the spot of knowledge
But trod the path of wisdom
For what good is it to point people in a direction you have yet to hike?
Experience the full spectrum of emotions and set intent as to the creation of the world you want to live
Find your talents and cultivate
Inspire others to do the same
Gain not the world in vain but gain your soul in the whole spectrum
Of real time, real art, and real love
Ever-present and everlasting
MOTHER FATHER GOD
The creator of ever creature, element, and thought form, all waves and pitch,
Harmony and melodies, memories
Rhythms, motions, emotions, light and darks,
Shades and shadows, rain and rainbows
Highs and lows,
Free will and destiny, inspiration and poetry,

May my hand never stop writing praise to ALLAH
And all of this creation
RASTAFARI
Prophet 68

STEEP< BUT STILL WILLIN TO CLIMB

The fragrance of you is on my skin,
it will probally be like the spring day is,
rising and turning into summers lovers letters to the sky.

maybe it will be like a childhood memory,
happening quick but oblivious to times pass,

I can only grasp at the words with non attachment,
the feel of the parchment, the weight of the paper,
so clean and open white,
vapor from smoke tip swirl,
in love with the world,
not in it's material make up,
because its all about to be broke up,
building blocks to be spoke up,
to slow pokes.
Stoked at my position of spoke against wheel
nothing to posses,
nothing to steal.

What you represent to this travelers eyes,
is the fullness you may never reach, but the out come is the same,
to write my name inside the frame work of the angels body,
kiss it into her soul,
tongue the motion of the brush stroke.

The feelings of now will pass into plesent autumn leaves fall,
background the city of all cities,
chosen to destroy itself and all its inhabitance.

Oh the prettiest flowers, oh the gemini towers,
the height they reach leaving my sky canvas with no blue......
and thats where I return.

I have hopes, in the most hopeful way someone who is hopeless can,
romantic, manic, vibrant, tangent,
type writer talk, black board chalk.
skipping class, hall way pass and roaming empty corridors.

The light at the end of the tunnel can blind some who have'nt adjusted,
words the night busted might not find the bind to be put together.

The only conclusion I can draw is the ILLusion of flesh possession,
and the expression of passion pressing against hips like magnetics,

leave me to nature sounds,
leave me to the beauty of sun through sky scrapper windows,
leave me to the empty paper,
leave me to the jazz and the cars making music MODERN,
abstract traffic pass.

and lead me to the everlasting self
Where you and I,
we and them,
are us,
Star dust apart of everything
star dust apart from nothing.

RING THE BELL OF FREEDOM THAT WE MAY ALL HEAR IT,

and watch spring be sprung,
and watch summer slumber naps become,
the harvest raps about what we reaped.

Steep.......but still willin to climb

upon return

beneath trees, under sky.
I held what had been our home for a month,
a tent,
rent free direct behind water falls
i would hear the rivers current call
and altough currently out of currency, I AM rich
Rich in colors as they changed in the sky,
all the clouds moved at thier own pace,
content to drop droplets in the sun
for fun we would count rainbows and watch volcanoes rest.....
Upon mornings approach we would gather our bag and trod to the highway,
thumbs out like kites waiting for the proper wind,
everyday the stream of traffic would trickle by
and our ride was pre selected by some god that overses all travlers.
I felt the weight of the world resting on my shoulders,
as i walked on boulders of the landscape.
It all seemed to be a dream, for now its just a memory,
something that cant be held, cant tell of the way the bamboo sounded in the wind,
cant explain the intrkit pattern of green stripes,
the way the water felt so cold when i first woke up.
Now sleeping in the state on the western shore of this rolling land mass,
only to ask AM I BACK?
have i sifted?
Lifted that weight long enough?
My stance has yet to change only to dance where ever art stays..
just to sleep in her tangled hair,
like banyons......
roots reaching ever more......
sitting in the door ways watching the town.
in its business, blurry and blending to background status.

BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY

By any means necessary,
and ryhmes only come as an acessory,
to be combind to your own
to see what youve been shown

Cause envy as common as apathy
miplaced whole parts of culture
that personified why they cried,
the east, the beast,
at least more then ever I can remeber caught in december,
in snow drifts,
and not even the riffs of chet bakers trumpet
sound so sad as my past all faded,
of become jaded,
hearing the clearing of oneself,
Unless this luminous lonelyness has meaning as to why I AM DREAMING,
Dreaming of other countries to see if the DIS EASE of envy has entangled all SOULS
Left to see my soul smiles as frowns when place dupside down in the eyes of ignorance,
and I AM dancing through obstickcles of thoughts
to acheive the SOUL GOAL OF HARMONY,
and do no harm to me which is YOU
may are called choose..few

THe color of my vision blew
my mind in the
SOLEM SOLACE OF SILENCE
Rainbowed rivers rushing up my spinal cord to brain stem,
respected shem,hamand japhet ......back to ADAM
to find IM in the garden when I balance the dualistic nature.
and rember that nature is on the breath in and not in the outpouring of our ideas of sin.
Through myth and deep sips of smoke
sent to the heavens to leaven my cells
from the yells and shout of lower natures
the three fold flame the same as the spiritual mandala
FIST RAISED LIKE NELSON MANDELA
your neo cortex and cerebal
both sides of the BRAIN
the pain and joy we empoly to destroy all EGO
Self resurect the effect of choices we chose
and voices we use to state our intent,
I invent new ways to say the same things,
It is the I AM who brings new speech to teach my fellow kindread
SPIRITS we hear it in the waves,
taste it in the tear drops, make war stop.
we see it in the music as it floats upward
INWARD we turn again to burn again all the gross
and keep and refine the mind till its pure and true.
WE presue to see through the red whit and blue
STARS in STRIPES,
bars and fights,
and it all turned into notes through flutes of bamboo
ON ISLAND where we view
EVERYTHING AS THE BALLAD OF BROTHERHOOOD
UNDER FATHER SUN
RESTING ON MOTHER NATURE
AS GRAND FATHER TIME TELLS US OF THE SUBLME PLACEMENT OF NOW
NOW........
BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY,
AND RYHMES ONLY COME AS AN ACESSORY
TO BE COMBINED TO YOUR OW TO SEE WHAT YOUVE BEEN SHOWN,
CAUSE ENVY IS AS COMMON AS APATHY......

RUN hOMe

And I would run to you,
like a child,
a child WRAPPED IN LIGHT.
Brave like first battle, first born,
3rd from the sun.
I carry these seeds,
spreading them on fresh lava rock,
suburb to ghetto blockks>
Watch(with eyes not clocks) what time and sun with water drops= DEW
And undo the past with the future,
UNTILL THEY COMBINE like HEAVEN and EARTH
UNTILL THEY MERGE LIKE NIGHT INTO NEXT DAYS DIRT
Like the moon plays in the earths sky.
Reflecting the light in a lense of 28 days
4 sevens7
4 elements and directions, of how to make it HOME
Hidden deep with in you is the map
I KNOW YOU WILL MAKE IT,
NO TRAPS CAN CAPTURE OR CAPSIZE THIS SHIP
I HAVE ALREADY KISSED YOUR LIPS............. the gift of breath slips
I HAVE ALREADY KISSED YOUR LIPS
and turned back into a bird,
overheard signing moring ballads.

AND ONLY WORD REMAINS.................................LOVE........................................................................................................LOVE.........................................................................................................LOVE.

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I AM FLASHED,
CASHED LIKE A BOWL BURNT
CASHLESS, SPENT, BENT, BROKE,
and tumbled by the waves of days,
when you arrive,
I THRIVE in the vibe
I thrive in the deep breath of your presence
YOU EXISIT
YOU EXIT............