Hollow

Hollow, holy, empty, senseless surface,

Faithless, transparent ill will.

Fill the cup of wrath with the math of the half never being told

Refine the gold in immediate, immaculate,

Amulet of the inner soul crystal

A time and half time added into the drink

For the nations sink into idle idol worship

And the ship is sinking 

Blinking and I might lose sight

My fight is yours

Stores of divine inspiration at fingertips 

Impulse for improvement, benevolent, violet

Almighty white light containing all the color to create and conceive the dream

What is the real

Where is Israel?

New Jerusalem of myriadmusic temples

It’s simple, ample,

The brilliant splendor

The hurt and ache sent to make bridges from the past to the future

As the moon bleeds and kisses the earth with the fruit of poetic dirt

Keep calm as the problems become problematic,

In a country faking democratic

The weeds are growing and we all be knowing that it is drawing nigh

Come close to your soul as Gaia’s role is shown

Out in the wind blown

Hollow, holy, empty, senseless surface

WE ARE HERE,

Message clear, change isolate hate and give it no weight or power

Now is the hour  

The intricate fit of spontaneous art 

To explain this,

Raindrops dropped, lighting flash and all the ash this phoenix shall rise from

On the horizon

Open third eyes and

Be harmless as doves

Wise as serpents

The extent of the kingdom, queen Dom expanse this moment is a chance to change

Hollow, holy, empty, senseless surface,

Faithless, transparent ill will.

Fill the cup of wrath with the math of the half never being told.

Hawaii green against white backed paper

Hawaii green against white backed paper, 

and although I had paper,

I had given all my words to the wind. 

It whispered back, 

stay on the track,

Make your own path. 

I walked those trails so observant almost sure that I would find…

well finds something,   

flowers didn’t seem to mind the rain, 

and when the sun did peek from behind mountain of clouds I was proud to be…

Be a father to a boy of great depth, mystery, dreams of future, ideas for now.

     Experience from the past…..

That last night standing under those clouds covering the moon, 

afternoons on the beach running in waves….

The white of the page like shores along the turquoise waters.

Sea blue, see through, the sky who…..

would cry the water we would drink.             

California green against sky blue sunshine and slight breeze. 

Transported and flashed across plane paths,

the city seemed to sparkle in my eyes, 

the veins of the road,

the cities heart open,

The city called out to be spoken to from the jungles ground,

  My feet felt cold, my body tired. 

To write I tried, tied a ribbon on my finger,

don’t linger but move on…..always strong

ready to sing the next song.

Then and now,

them and us, 

some how,

Beneath trees under sky.  

I held my home or put up my tent,

rent free direct behind waterfalls.

I would hear the rivers current, 

and although currently out of currency, 

I was rich. Rich in colors as they changed in the sky.

Clouds all move at their own pace content to drop droplets in the sun

For fun we’d count rainbows and watch the volcanoes rest….

Upon mornings approach, we’d gather our bag and trod to the highway.

Thumbs out like kites waiting for the proper wind.

Every day the stream of traffic would trickle by and our ride was pre selected by some god that oversees all travelers.

I felt the weight of the world resting on shoulders

as I walked on the boulders of the landscape. 

It all seemed like a dream but now it’s just a memory.

Something that can’t be held,

can’t tell the way the bamboo sounded in the wind,

 the way it was striped green, 

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? 

It’s like I didn’t leave or didn’t see all those sights all those smells of plants….

My stance has yet to change, only to dance where every art stays

Just to sleep in her tangled hair like banyans….

Roots reaching everywhere…..

Sitting in door ways watching the town. 

In it’s busyness, blurring and blending

into back ground status.

    A day has passed.

The night gave it’s arm to fall into, 

after submerging,

  andmerging into a new state,

I have come to speak what the wind relates.

Hawaii green against white backed paper,

leading me back to city streets. 

Conclusion

Conclusion, concision, of the vision

Of sundials on trails.

Judge, jury, executioner.

Accept the defect of communication,

As we the generation of nows issue the news

In which hues of color bring peace.

Spaced somewhere between heaven and earth,

I heard your voice.

It rang and rained into a storm of emotions,

On the ocean fisherman rode these waves heavy pitch

He who digs it falls into the ditch of his words, and judgments.

 Extra, Extra, Ra sees all about it,

Sing a song jump and shout it.

I’m free now like a cumulus clouds floating in the jet stream.

Collide into the coalition of conclusion

And the precepts of procession.

My door now wide open

OPEN WIDE.

What will come inside?

Baby passed from star to star, hanging inverted,

Flipped, tipped your cup and now you thirst.

Still waiting on well water,

Water well these seeds.

 I heard you and maybe the change of exchange

 Wasn’t full but the pull was greater then gravity.

Emptiness to ubiquitous to express from a king to an empress

Just letting the rose petals fall where they may.

 Generals making generalizations,

Don’t trust no in formations 

In a system situation of authorities control

MY SOUL IS AUTONOUMUS.

Nevertheless a man is not an island,

Nor would I want to be separate from the ones placed along the path

Of perfect pretty prisms of spectrums of people

All equal without poverty or poison.

My pen contains the ink of the lost tribe wandering the holy lands for centuries I knew eventually I’d reach my dreams planted by the streams of grace that would replace all negative and give me a positive outlook. 

This book I livIcate to alleviate all the pain that is unnecessary caused by others actions

And in the name of the light that dreams be manifested as soon as we are able to fulfill our ends and pull friends with thumbs to the left.

Return all theft,

He came as a thief to conquer belief. 

The tribe of Judah, the lawgiver.

The mind of Buddha, the life liver

 My door now opens wide

Wide open.

What will come inside?

 The signs are as present as symmetry is to sacred geometry,

As wisdom is to theology,

As corruption is to this democracy

Mockery in the court and it needs order

Order out of chaos rules and replaces itself to face lift,

Mind shift, time to sit, ease up a little bit.

Next election the detection of revelation being encoded,

FIRE and WATER

EARTH and AIR,

It’s the light to the darkness, producing, introducing 

The glares of “how dare he”

I said it,

Repeat “I don’t got no birth certificate on me,

Only pockets full of poetry

Never beginning or ending genealogy

Study star maps strategic astronomy

But old school like pharaoh and cosmology”

Confident to collide and repent

The remission of transition of the astral belt.

I’ve dwelt in the ark, and from the dark comes the light

Recite and reminisce the kiss of when it all came apart 

But instead of weep 

I decided to BUILD and with time came skill

And with skill came time.

 Now currently in the current of dreaming to save all races

Through spontaneous art, beauty, and mix tapes,

The drapes between worlds is removed

And we are now placed inside the walls of the temple

The groove to move and administer the medicine

From a minister of discipline

Holding 360 degrees and the seven seas

Poseidon resides in my pen

Talk to the nighttime sky

And I’m remembering the parable of the sower

Comparable if you know her

Gemstone goddess adorned

I keep calling out although I’ve been warned

Sweet like honey, like bees to their hive and birds to their nest

But the son of man has no place for his head to rest.

Bleed and was feed on the same day.

Closeness combined with awareness increases detail

I and I come to derail this slave ship of the mind

With a sip of the chalice and new time

I battle Babylon with words and rhyme

Using the healing of the nation is not a crime

Straighten up my spine so the pranna can freely flow 

This message generally arrives when it wants 

and I watch it appear on the clean sheet 

fulfilling its will with the wellspring to my offspring

And for the four directions and seven generations

TO ALL MY RELATIONS.

Collecting thoughts and selecting words

Collecting thoughts and selecting words

I tried to hide but even outside you could hear this

this call from all the creatures

Looking into the door it was black

I saw flashes of colored light upon delicate outline of

your face

it reminded me of other times

when we filled the room, filled the sky

and summer has almost died

When will the light turn on?

When will we meet ourselves naked and free?

I wanted to speak in color,

wanted that angel as my lover 

but I was earth bound

to easily found

by even the littlest of eyes

when I was the cloud and clung to your mountain ranges

when I was young and swung from your branches

I got lost to the night

When it’s curtain fell it left me in it’s elaborate folds

Left with my mind wondering up trails steep and dangerous

I try to be the first to admit when I am wrong at least not the

last  This dark matter is vast

Looking up the stars shinned light from before

my oldest ancestor took breath and form,

they looked like the candles in your eyes that first moment

glowing out of the black, 

growing from your back

are the roots that I will plant you with

I almost cant wait for spring

but I know that fall means everything

to my pages given birth to the winter of long white expanses

I’m ready for something different ready to feel the earth shake again, 

ready for different soil, different streets, different faces

somewhere,

Maybe in laughter maybe in tears 

In this ocean I can only float

In these emotions I can only hope

When I walk up that path to the dark door up the two steps

of the porch and enter I will be absorbed, 

stretched and then 

painted ON.

Cleared by one breath

Cleared by one breath,

momma ZION always one step ahead,

but it would feel great to tempt fate

and allow myself to fall back into arms,

the hugs always feel so strong,

the first kiss bliss,

the gentle pulling with finger tips

new scent, the back bent

collar bones, the nape of the neck

the quiet time spent alone under skies of possibilities

Follow our future star as far as we need to, until depart

  our bodies becoming the living art

Being completed by one glance,

  when I forget what to say it’s all said

  she spreads my child self before her

   and I dance open to the universe,

    and pour

     the inspiration into

                word     sound  vibration

HOLY BREATH cleared

   all the fear feared fled,

  to intensify the light of our soul trotting together

        YOU RAIN POETRY

YOU RAIN HOPE

YOU ARE RAIN DROPS ON TOUNGES

YOU ARE POSSIBLE SNOW FLAKES

        YOU ARE

CHECK IT

CHECK IT,

CHECK IT.

Typewriter, skywriter, pulling all niters

Until we till the ground again

But Ishmael said the bull and the buffalo and the waters flow

The chalice and the blade

Check it we got it made,

Check it you’ve been played

Symbols of status stab us and grab us

Held in hell, a spell of spelling

I’m telling you about the archive of jive

The tonic of phonics

Conflicts of phonies, 

Pretending as homies.

Star icons, I con with my lexicon

Flexing on the wrong, right, far left

Moms wept for sons missing laughs

Just for gas another warpath

They say, “It’s all fair in warfare”

To much despair to repair

And I am up set been set up

I’m bringing up my up bringing

To see the upper hand upper cut, upper crust

It’s UN real that UN starts I verse in UN I VERSE

Freestyle on the turn style of turntables

Freestyle on the turn style of turntables

This fable of Able and Cain

Co create, cocaine, in sane, bloodstain, in vain

with heaps of sugarcane

CHECK IT,

CHECK IT.

My words are facsimile of the facts

Fake faith with unquestioning faculties factories

Of conformities, Christ miss trees, idolatries

Ethnocentric trick of ethnic for the word means heathen

Heat my pen by the candle, ink of the ether

I’ve got a sense that this essence is essential

I feel the election is a trick of the elec trick all connection

To big business, and busy us so we don’t diss or cuss or discuss

The U.N is unjust in a hurry the jury found us the U.S. guilty of 

War crimes, but whose dimes float the global economy? E con O me

Can’t con science but must have a conscience

There has to be some consequence to this sequence of conquest

I mean there are pros and cons

There is progress

And then there is congress

I digress

To inflict conflict on the script of conduct or condition

The lacking compound is composure

I’m sure you see where I am going with this

To comment on the cement markets of Wall Street

Watch as they beat metal in to spears

Same shit for years, using the TV to keep up the fears

It’s an outrage that the outside could ever outshine the outcome

Of inner struggle to income brackets…market tactics

Leaving some poor and others pure

It’s store bought destructively sought

To gain the insane thought of envy

It’s pitch-black pipe bombs and pipe dreams

It seems that envy is a plague that ends in apathy,

Misery, pity, and plenty of pleasant peasants

For who’s back will hold up the rich world?

Maybe Atlas, so check the map,

Of booby traps and booty raps

By power POW wows of the powerless

CHECK IT,
CHECK IT.

CALIFORNIA POEM

“Well you made it,” she said

Sighed looking at the ocean.

“Now what?”

But I am no good at answers so I posed a question

“What do you want for lunch?”

“Why are we here?” she said with her voice slightly raised

   “I don’t really know,

it’s the edge and it’s where this year lead us

Tomorrow back, yesterday gone

like the wave coming and going”

She yelled back “ There is no fucking edge,

there is no end, we can’t find the edge!”

“What do you want from me?” I pleaded

“You need death and risk go bungee jumping’

If you need love stay.

We traveled here because we have nothing else to do

we traveled here because our families disowned us,

because we wanted to start over, but how can we

when all that is said is the same old shit?

What do you want? Death and sparkles in sunshine?

A place to build thoughts or remember dreams? What?

Tell me cause you never want to live and only complain.”

Then she got real still, and I saw a look on her face that I hadn’t seen before

and I knew she was about to tell me

“ I want exact emotions and claustrophobic ideas

I want my eyes to reflect in puddles at midday

I want to realize that before me someone else was the “one” for you

The simple universe is distant and you are my sun.

I want you to stop writing poetry and simply love me.

I want everything that is in the past and meaningless to disappear.

I want a moment to last, and not just for a second but an eternity.

That’s what I want; I want the ocean to swallow us

and I want the sun to see me for what I AM.”

Bless those who have less

Bless those who have less

In the meaningless excess

Of America’s cultureless dress

All the elements of testaments of sentient beings

Spent time in the tenement of cultural wonderment

To the evident establishment of a permanent permaculture

Abandonment of the old ways,

The new excellent to the extent

That what we say can vegetate seeds uplift the weight and needs

Take back the water from Watergate

Modestly or mournfully naked as the first cry

Recklessly, I am silent

The words to express are now as ubiquitous as the sky we walk under

Thunder flash and the wicked gnash their teeth in false belief

I smash the system of trash and bask in the forecast never ending evening

I sing deciphering the whole channeling

Of an astonishing color 

Of an ancient race

The formula from Jah nebula of mint green and pink

Verde y Rosa

Bless those who have less

In the meaningless excess

Of America’s cultureless dress

Suppress and oppress the infancy of lucidity 

In the majesty of humility

Understand I climb in the meantime

Understand all I have to do is think of you

And sink into all I view around me

Guidance and protection surround me

abound and flowing free, poetic and kinetic 

from all angles free from all tangles

I spin in ying looking for yang

Watch the reflection return like a boomerang

And from the source from which it sprang

I am content in the continent of communication, celebration,

Crystallization, conversation, the foundation, evocation, 

Inspiration, illustration, of our salvation

Bless those who have less

In the meaningless excess 

Of America’s cultureless dress