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There are millions of light-years of vast space between my ears -- on a subatomic level, that is. Exploring the vast regions of inner space of my mind and its strange creativity has been an exciting adventure. So in this collection, I'm sharing that bizarre imaginative side of myself, which is quite often stark raving insane. So please fail to be bored out of your wits over these demented pearls of questionable wisdom.  The Outer Edge of Reality The spacious spacelessness of my inner mind Reflects the outer edge of reality That my inquiring soul has fallen into In search of answers without questions Yearning for questions without answers; When the sun rises in my eye And blood seeps out of my heart I feel what my heart thinks As my mind cracks and loses all logic Becoming free from the inner core of illusion; Reality’s edge slams into my brain And knocks it into next century; Now I awaken into a new dimension Entertaining new questions regarding the nature of reality As I discovers new levels of depths I’ve not tapped yet, till now And it continues neverending ... Each question seeking answers only leads to new questions without answers; Will we ever see the answers? Will the levels ever unfold? Will there ever be a finality? Will it ever end? Or is the point to disconnect from some abstract destination Whereby we can freely enjoy the beauty of the journey everlasting? Is that the point of infinity Since we’ve got eternity to explore further? Questioning ... We'll it ever end? Will the beginning start again? W ill existence fold inward And blink out of itself? Or will my consciousness continue? Will my mind become expanding ripples of foreverness That the plunging stone caused? Will my burning soul cool in the waters of life? Will my mortal coil turn to ashes And blow away in winds of nothingness? Will my spirit soar across a millennium of stars? Will my innerness thought-speed through the eons of galaxies? Will I boldly go where few have ascended before? Or have countless already seen the vast beyond-time? What lies beyond the gossamer veil? What illusions will dissolve as I plunge deeper? What realities will change my beingness As I experience the light of the inner way? If I only let go I will know ... Resurrecting the Butterflies of my Mind I plugged my brain back in and rebooted my thought-process that morning Right after I tripped over my last bad dream still dripping out of my head Like thick sap oozing down the side of the tree trunk; After my morning coffee, too strong for human consumption, My stomach acids agitated my burning indigestion Until I violently regurgitated that awful pizza-and-beer nightmare I suffered through last night While I watched the deranged remake of Halloween; Upon drinking sour buttermilk causing butterflies to flutter out my navel I birthed a new revelation that sprung from my unsuspecting cranium Revealing my whirling chakras on fire with blue and golden flames of ecstasy While simultaneously my kundalini light exploded with blazing fireworks And like a fire ball, shot out the crown of my brain And again I was never the same As grey matter coalesced with twanging heartstrings Creating a new evolutionary life-form Molded from too fast a wake up from bed Birthed from stomach acid soup And left worthy only for cheap sci-fi stories Which I finally wrote one day Since that wretched writer’s block was finally split asunder With that blast of chakra-shattering thunder Probably from sniffing too much jasmine incense; It was a brain-busting encounter of the demented kind; So that’s what it’s like to resurrect the butterflies of my mind. Consciousness Streams and Meandering Dreams ... Long threads of thought randomly string together like ceramic beads on a string ... Streams of sublime consciousness where disjointed words defy meaning ... Molasses oozings converge with petrified toast That break my teeth when bitten into ... Wine cooler dribbles down my neck while ignoring it As fingers rat-atat across the keyboard ... Tantalizing text appearing magically on the glaring screen I color green Staving off UV damage to my sensitive eyes Causing me to nod off, conscious mind dying ... The ominous conscious sub-zone takes over And illusions of reality fritter about my astral universe ... For when dreams are dreamt My body anchors down while spirit soars ... Hear it gyrating and undulating to the music of the spheres Which are Christmas ornaments above my head As I sit under the flashing holiday tree of glee ... Six year old now, an old soul in new body But I hear the melodic colors silently blinking and tinkling Not aware my senses are crossed like two mismatched eyes Due to this synethsetic freakshow condition I’ve endured for years A gift from my hide-and-seek fiasco when staring into the ultraviolet lamp That killed my eyes to death Severe migraines afflicting me Reminding me this earth plane is a temporary locality ... For I was blinded to materialism and sighted to spiritualism ... A blessing’s curse in disguise Or perhaps a curse’s blessing ... Mixed irony’s leapfrogging multiple paradoxes of life’s bountiful confusion Where understanding is merely the door prize At life’s frolicking mind-blasting party Where death is a joke And your next birth is redundancy’s hell Unless you learn to laugh at it all To just give it up and go with the flow ... ------ Synethsesia: a phenomena in which one type of stimulation evokes the sensation of another, as the hearing of a sound resulting in the sensation of the visualization of a color. Synethsetic. (Webster’s Dictionary) Eerie Episodes of Attention Deficit Disorderliness And so a friend once told me ... now wait, which friend was that? an old friend or a new one? new friends have no history but old friends ARE history ... alright, what was I saying there? I lost my train of thought as it choo-chooed on by going over my head like a Frisbee, or that freaking UFO I just witnessed... and didn’t I just order a blue plate special? where did it fly off to? As I enter an eerie stream of superconsciousness whilst sipping hot Brazilian Java and sniffing the exotic sandalwood incense in the corner next to my open laptop displaying a new poem I just concocted -- uh ... uh ... uh ... I strangely forgot exactly what it was I was leaping off the cliff about to say here ... some bilge-worthy blather that usually spews from my lips like refried bean diarrhea as I strain my brain to remember something-er-other ... then shrugging my knobby shoulders because it really doesn't matter because my new ever-present motto is “Whatever ...” only wasted stoned tokers wax lethargic like that ... But me? I got no clue what I was yammering on about here ... just incoherent mindless devilish drivel in vain attempts at forcing a facsimile of false realities or real illusions whichever is least logical at the moment ... whatever moment that was I was discussing something-er-other ... Uh ... so where was I now? i was busy being lost in thought cuz I lost my thought drowning in rivers of addled awareness and streams of dysfunctional conscientiousness where anything I write is subject to whimsical whateverness and lapses of drifting consciousness ... Uh ... so what was I saying now? oh yeah, I recall! and so a friend once told me I had the memory span of a ... now what was I just saying? Not Necessarily Haiku I work at night Phone unplugged I sleep a long morning Suddenly blaring alarm! Smash it to pieces! Go back to sleep Oatmeal breakfast Dull and boring Time for change Check my e-mail Delete evil spam Reply to good friends Blank white screen Cursor waiting for me Damn! Writer’s block again! Gust of flooding ideas Swooping through my brain Damn! Just a grocery list At the supermarket Attacked by precious poetic epiphanies Damn! Left my notepad at home At the blank white screen again Cursor still waiting Damn! Lost those poems Tired of writing! Tired of my computer! Hello TV! A Mystery in the Waters It was a stark and lonely night The stars were not very bright But the glowing white moon Shone clearly this June As I strolled along the shores of a nameless beach Where the waves undulated softly Like the breathing of some enormous presence Some kind of living sentience I felt the subtle vibration I sensed the sublime emanation Of a somethingness out there in the vast ocean An intelligent consciousness A feminine gossamer specter hidden in the spanning waters And yet I felt it deep within me Whatever was without Was linked within And as the white light of the moon Danced shimmering reflections across the dark glass surface The mysterious ghostliness seemed more alive then ever As I sensed the great waters were a medium A cosmic conduit for something greater For I now realized I had been summoned by the Great Goddess Known by many names More commonly Mother Nature But She is the sublime Mistress of Life and Love Gaia the Very Ancient One The very Soul of the World A Presence in the Trees I ambled through the beautiful park of green Watching the children climbing the jungle gym And swinging their swings In the playground of fun and laughter Then I felt something strange A something calling me Upon a hill I spied a stand of tall evergreens I climbed up the slope to investigate For the trees were calling me I felt a definite sentience An ancient wisdom emanating from their midst As I stood in the middle of three of the greater pillars I felt their awesomeness, their majesty, and their wisdom These were truly Ancient Ones Spirits in the trees Guardian's of Nature And they had called me to be one with them I experienced their inner dimension of the true nature of life Beyond what the human mass mind comprehends And this inner oneness pervades all existence If we but rise up And fall into it ... Just a Random Flood from Hell and Nothing More I dreamed of a family party, all sitting at chairs and couches and love seats In a big living room next to a huge picture window As we ate and drank and laughed, partying hardy Then we all heard an uncanny swooshing rumble like molten thunder, And just outside through the window We beheld a flood of raging water rushing across the lawn beyond And it flooded across all the lawns of all the houses of our slightly down sloping street We saw toy trucks, and plastic buckets, and tricycles and other miscellaneous objects Being whisked away in this freakish furious flood out of nowhere A straw hat blithely sailed by like a little newspaper boat A bobbing tree branch zoomed by like an amputated limb An upturned wheelbarrow whooshed along the way like a large cruise ship But suddenly hit and gouged the wooden pain of the huge picture window With a crunching crash that made people jump and yelp Then it scuttled on by and out of sight Leaving a bear wood wound in the otherwise straight blue pain The demonic grey waters poured down the avenue and the lawns Like an apocalypse flood from hell, here to destroy the world I half expected the Four Horsemen to storm down along its length Or the prophetic Beast to rear its ugly head out of the raging waters But then my imagination often runs wild – like this furious flood; Soon all the dark waters flooded on by, leaving the street and lawns in a glossy wet film And everything was trashed and belittered with dregs and debris Broken fence posts, little toys, plastic trash bags, strewn wet leaves and such Left by this freakish flood from Hades But everyone shrugged and turned away from the huge picture window As if a commercial had just appeared on the TV set The family returned to their eating and drinking and laughing Seemingly unamused by the sudden devastation beyond As if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred Just another ho-hum family gathering And nothing more. Carry Me To Rock ‘n’ Roll Nirvana Turn on the stereo And let’s get rockin’! Power up the volume And blast my freaking ears to hell! I wanna feel the reverberating heavy metal pulse through my freaking body I wanna die with insane sound crashing through my freaking brain! I wanna expire on metallic wings of cacophony! When my spirit soars the spanning astral plane Let deranged guttural screaming rip through my freaked-out mind! Let wildly shrieking guitars tear through my totally wasted soul! And carry me to Rock ‘n’ Roll Nirvana! Hole in my Head I dreamed I was missing my brain So there I was going insane Then I woke up and realized it was real My grey matter they did steal A big chunk was ripped out of my chakra crown That rumbled with a thunderous sound Now I stumble around with a big hole in my head But at least I feel lighter without that weight of lead The problem is I can’t seem to think Woe, to new depths I now sink Perhaps it was that new herb that long-haired freak let me smoke He said you've gotta be careful how you toke Because you might damn well blow your brains out But I discovered you can reach Nirvana by a new route So that hole in my head was now filled With convoluted kaleidoscopic visions I thought I had killed Back in the 70s when I too was a hippie freak To hard rock I would gleefully cry and shriek But now I'm a demented aging geezer My brains I blew out with a sneezer And the hole in my head is leaking billowing fumes As I insanely run through all the rooms Searching for that hunk of gray matter Without it I’ll descend down the corporate ladder Then in the kitchen I found a fresh slab of raw ground round That just happened to be lying around So I plopped it inside my empty head Feeling intellectually well fed After which I tossed an ugly grey sponge into the trash Then off down the street I would dash Wondering why I still had no thoughts in my noggin Cuz my mind was really sloggin’ Those gears above were really grinding In a downward spiral I was truly winding But that hamster wheel up there just stopped For some reason I think it was blocked So I sat on a lone park bench Because it was time for lunch You see my stomach grumbled of hunger And I had a craving for a hamburger So I took out what I thought was my brain from my head And put it between two pieces of bread Proceeding to eat my freaking brains out Yeah, just another stark raving insane bout. But realizing I really don’t need a brain Cuz appetizing now is going insane To crash me through walls of illusion Showing me this crazy world is a delusion So I sit at this park bench happy and content Living in the current moment of present Without a mind which was just a false construct And it’s high time for it to self-destruct So that hole in my head, which the witchdoctor ordered From which my feeble brain was out-snorted Lead me to stop thinking and just BE outside the box Beyond all the shackles and locks Finally feeling life through my heart All the restrictions I will thwart So I recommend to all to get in your head that blessed hole Then at last you’ll become free and whole. Upon a Desert Night Red sun setting on the roof of my black Trans Am Joshua tree silhouettes jutting across the crimson horizon The high-pitched drone of the cicadas whines off in the distance The scent of sage lingers in the soft breeze as it brushes against my face Pin-prick lights begin appearing to the indigo east Once the crimson orb is down to sleep As I sit in the creaky lawn chair on a sandy hillock Roasting marshmallows in a small fire I smell burning sugar wafting up my nostrils As the flames crackle and sputter and dance Like fire pixies dancing an Irish jig in my head As more mystic camp fires appear overhead as the night draws on Coyote howls pierce the air in worship to the pallid moon above A sharp gust of breeze chills me and forms gooseflesh on my arms Suddenly the cicadas go silent Even the coyotes wane in their somber ritual I hear a crunch of sand, someone stealthily approaches through the Joshuas A weird lumbering monster of grotesque deformities! Bearing hideous appendages to either side! And it’s climbing up the little hillock, approaching slowly! My spine tingles and neck hairs prickle! I almost scream, but hold back a moment -- Then I realize who it is “You’re late,” I scold. It’s just my old friend carrying his lawn chair in one hand And a twelve pack in the other. “I had to get beer,” replies he. We sit and roast marshmallows together Gulping Bud Light Rapping over good times of old While hearing the high-pitched drone of the cicadas in the distance And the lonely howls of the moon-eyed coyotes As we watch those countless ancient campfires over our heads Aaaaaah ... happy times in the desert night! My Asylum of Insanity The asylum of my body Has trapped my screaming mind In its demented snares of insanity; Nightmare images of ancient traumas Haunt the dark recesses Within the subterranean chambers down below; Yet grim glimpses surface from time to time Then vanish as quickly; I try snatching the gossamer visions Yet they elude me as if they were nothing at all; They’re self-inflicted mind games As I act like my own enemy; I victimize myself as if I were detached from myself; Untamed prankster ego Practical joking its way into my life Wreaking heinous havoc And driving me start raving crazy! It’s time to pull off the chains Realizing they were loose around my neck all along I can walk out of this self-created asylum at any time; But I must first cross through the fear and doubt I must confront the dark veil of deception I have formed around me Time to let go and fall off cliff’s edge ... Suddenly a mysterious light flashes at the corner of my eye Another trick of my mind? Or from something beyond And yet deep within Realizing all that’s gone before Is some deranged illusion I begin breaking the false shackles I tear down the walls of delusion Freeing myself into happy today's And even brighter tomorrow For little did I know The light at tunnel’s end Has been all around me Now I am free! Ode to Harrietta I have a pretty cat Sitting in my lap While she’s contentedly laying here She loves being scratched behind the ear She gives me a loud purr As I stroke her soft fur Her name is Harrietta Her fur feels like a warm sweata But sometimes I call her Harrie-Berry And other times Harrie-Squary She's part tabby and part who-knows-what And she's quite the silly nut Especially when she plays with string Then she's quite the ding-aling I love her like a pig loves mud Cuz I'd save her from a raging flood She rarely goes outside of the home But when she does, she's one to roam Finding her somewhere outside Is like playing seek and hide But what I like best about this cat Is simply her sitting in my lap. My Son’s Fat Cat Fat cat Drako Is gonna bako A big fat cako That he will mako From a long skinny snako That he clubbed with a rako So this weird cako Is really a fako Cuz fat cat Drako Is a big flako But now Drako Is gonna tako A long breako Cowboy-Up! Cowboy-up, little dogie Be a man and take it Find your foe and face it Get your lasso and wrangle them lousy varmints They’re wearing black hats and tattered garments There’s many a greedy bandito and outlaw You know you can face and outdraw Don't let ‘em get you down Get up and run ‘em out of town Galldarn those pesky pests Shoot those blamed buzzards outa their nests They’ve been buggin’ you all the time Those scurrying scalawags in your mind Are flea-bitten trespassers on your ranchero They’ll dig at your bones and eat your marrow Coyboy up, buckaroo Take those dadblamed fears, doubts, and worries And just hang ‘em high On the nearest tree to die So cowboy up, partner Be your own sheriff And run them crazy critters outa your town! The Conspiracy Theory Game Conspiracy theories Propaganda hypotheses Deception scenarios Fabricated rumors Is there any truth to these? Or is it malarkey and balderdash all! Which is fact and which is fiction? What is real and what is illusion? Where is the truth and what is the lie? There's too many questions And not enough answers Do we really know what's going on in the world? In spite of the crazy notions That an alien shakes the hands of the president The beloved bat-boy joins the Navy The devils face appears in black billowing smoke The first head transplant is a success in To name a few typical tabloid myths I still suspect something's fishy on planet Earth There’s something hidden beneath the surface Whether it's the advent of the New World Order The strange cover-ups of the ETs and UFOs The stubborn insistence that Area 51 doesn't exist The cloak-and-dagger conspiracy of who really killed JFK The denial of the toxic chemtrails crisscrossing our skies The fallacy that fiat money is real currency rather than just Monopoly money The lame claims of skeptics that no one really ever landed the moon Then it's clear that something smells just beneath the surface Perhaps the government is playing a game A very dangerous game indeed Something more sinister than the conniving shell game of old Where people are being bamboozled and hoodwinked right and left As they pull the truth out from under our noses To bury it somewhere out of sight But they’re just insulting our intelligence, what little we have left The desperate cover-ups are futile if not simply annoying Although a lot of crap is being spewed out There’s still the truth that is out there Somewhere ... And we’re uncovering it bit by bit Even as we speak But we have to sift through the deception and the tabloids Scour through the falsifications and misinformation Although its buried beneath the rubble of propaganda But you have to take it all with a grain of salt Don't be naïve and gullible Learn to discern what is truth and what is false But I still believe something smells And it's not the spoiled fish out on the back porch Strange Ways of Zones Unknown There are mysterious zones out there that are quite unknown There are eerie areas that thrive in darkness There are sinister parameters that many dare not enter Bold researchers and investigators strive to pierce this veil To penetrate the gossamer web of the unfathomable To delve into that which has not yet been identified Or to uncover the deception that conceals the truth To blow the whistle on corrupt clandestine operations Or to reveal to the world that ETs do exist To bring into the mainstream realities of the paranormal Or to tell the world its time for the Secrets to be disclosed And yes, to deliver the fact that the truth is out there Ready to break through the surface Soon these mysterious will be revealed And taken out of the dark chamber of zones unknown. What more can I say Haven’t I said it all? Or is there more to say? Or should I say nothing at all And just be ... |
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