Sunday, December 11, 2011

Volume II: "Dream Weaving"

why did dex quit smoking weed?  was his proclivity toward astral realization so great that it outweighed his lead foot in samsara?  a heavy buddy holly-clad foot that, when nude, floated up from florida like a feather.  where the sun shines and ages.  did those premonitory dreams trigger such gut-rippling discoveries as a costume-clad sea monster splashing about like a baby bear, leaping off of black rocks and bringing everyone joy?  there is really nothing so bad about joy that can't be remedied by more joy.

the innocence inside that sea-bear costume brought my feral dream spirit to mind finally, after so many years of longing and trying not to want.  perhaps dex was wearing a costume, too, and perhaps now he's taken it off.

the sea-bear has visited me on a few occasions, rare evenings that have brought about my own mild projections and potent memories of other dimensions.  tufts of reddish fur are no match for fiery war scenes and other things i'm not inclined to dream about, so i leave it to him while i sit here seeing sun spots.

maybe the heat got to him - the steady burn that i feel down below.  an exuberant spirit bear brought me the visionary knowledge i needed to feel love - to feel his love.  to give.  i rode determined into the east on horse-back and dismounted only when i reached the shore.

no visions of oil sands or eerie basements or desert battles.  no fire, no icy fingers and voices.  just innocent eyes and purply-red fur.  just a little more love to go around.  who am i to tell him that he should stay away from those pills?  we all have vices.

the fewer, the better. 

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Volume II: "Little Bit"

forgive what you get because you won't be able to get anything more.  let live those you love and there won't be a lick of space left inside your heart.  it'll fill up and spill onto your shoes, and instead of jumping out of the way you will let it sink in.  let their blood mix with yours and let it reclaim its place in you, long-lost and heart-felt.


Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Volume II: "Plan Accordingly"

there are limitless paths to enlightenment
and they all meet up somewhere either in the beginning
or the end, an infinite loop
it is better to get better than to give up.
is it better to be wiser than to give up?
like a cat staring down another
transfixed forever or until it is too late
to look in another direction
and another another
they start repeating and then you recognize
that you are spinning and all that has passed 
will pass again

we are light transporting rhythms and shapes
holy sounds to one another
while we climb a corkscrew staircase
that winds up where it started somehow
have i see you before?
i can feel that i have.
have i felt this before?
i can tell you i have.
black on my fingers from your strings
but you just lean there against a wall
innocent and beyond reproach
and too true

skipping verses across like stones
but leaning your head in to catch the drops
you try to show us all by not trying at all
it opens, it offends
it is bleak and hopeful at once
and no matter how many times we must
wind past each other and that steel pole
or that invisible meeting place
i will know every time could be the last
and plan accordingly.