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Three Sheets To The Wind

Three Sheets To The Wind

Beggar that I’ve become
Transgressor that I’d been…

Send kamikazes in
Send commandos
Send kung fu tai chi himself
I’ve had an infinite supply
Requiring infinite demand
I thought you wouldn’t mind
Dropping the atomic bombs
I wondered if you’d forgive
I wondered what the penance was

What’s the latest greatest trick?
Be joyous
Nothing up my sleeve
Stop your whimpering
Keep a stiff upper lip
Toughen it out
Until the cows come home
Three sheets to the wind
Self-absorption is a self indulgent pleasure
That’s hard to let go
Of dear lord please bless me
With that good old fashioned
Eternal joy and happiness
That is
If it be thy will…

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Akaal

Akaal

And if ever comes the day
We begin retreating from
What was once written
In granite stone
In diamond
Rock
Like blood and bone
Worn down through the ages
Of many rivers past
And parsecs dreamed
Worn down by the acceleration
Of what was once
Till
Death
Do
Us

Life is but a dream
To chance the chance
The nameless name
Meher Baba Meher Baba
Where our beloved’s silent call
Out over the star drenched hollows
Worn down
A thousand kisses deep
Into the sound of dust
Into those holy “I love you’s”
Endlessly in the firmament abound

As Guru Gobind Singh
Might add in a joyous call
We shall meet again
In victory –

AKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLL…

– Wikipedia –

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The Poem of My Tears

I offer up my pain today
In a prayer to help me
To be a good kind man
Not abusive, but loving
Not to rule, but to serve
To withstand and endure
And remain detached from
Any form of attack
With understanding
And if I ever think to cross the line
To know it’s never worth
The price that’s paid
For the damage done

Though if to rule is my service
Then to rule well
I offer up the poem of my tears
For true love is no joke
No romance of flowers
And cotton candy

Let the past become the past
Baba is mercy to the undignified
As he is justice to the proud
So with my forehead to his lotus feet

Good morning Meher Baba
Thank you for this beautiful day
May I open up my heart
So I can be with you
All the way

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The Wild Wild Past

The Wild Wild Past

For me
Finally understanding
Is a cold comfort
Sad event
Seeing myself
Portrayed as often idiotic
A bit actor
A roll player at best

You can almost hear me
If you listen
In the background
In a whisper
Telling great tales
Of lost treasure
From the wild wild past

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Romans 12:9-16

Romans 12:9-16

Brothers and sisters:

Let love be sincere
Hate what is evil
Hold on to what is good
Love one another with mutual affection
Anticipate one another in showing honor
Do not grow slack in zeal
Be fervent in spirit
Serve the Lord
Rejoice in hope
Endure in affliction
Persevere in prayer
Contribute to the needs of the holy ones
Exercise hospitality
Bless those who persecute you
Bless and do not curse them
Rejoice with those who rejoice
Weep with those who weep
Have the same regard for one another
Do not be haughty but associate with the lowly
Do not be wise in your own estimation

St. Paul

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Foolish Desires

Foolish Desires

Before I fuck something else up

I leave it all to You
Not because I’m humble
But because of my unintended ignorance
And my not so unintended ignorance

What do I know?
In our pursuit to attain
Some imagined magical happiness
Sure
But the candy can be taken away

Like an ant
Attempting to use its great understanding
Of ant mounds
To understand existence
And the complexities of sweetnesses
Spinning on a cooling molten rock
Of cotton candy
Abandoned on the sidewalk
Billions of galaxies in
Trying to decipher the universe
Trying to avoid the ruthless necessity
Of pain,
This is what I’ve deciphered:
Existence is indecipherable

Our only hope is love
That great
Ungraspable, inescapable,
Indescribably
Awesome
Thing

When I was a baby
I used to cry loud
Even from the womb
In my mother’s kingdom
Demanding what I wanted
Purely desiring what I wanted
And that was
To be

Now as an older man
I no longer demand
I barely even want or pray
I try to think of simple ways
That I might help
For opportunities from GOD
To be of aide

My foolish desire these days
Is to bring GOD’s Kingdom
Down into my apartment

And move on from there

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The Source

The Source

To cherish the individual
In someone
To honor their difference
Their sameness
Not only outwardly
But on an inward plane
Where no one’s lost
No one’s played in vain

The hallucination of oneself
Is what they see
The hallucination of oneself
As we assembles our egos
That hide our true beauty
With what we imagine ourselves to be
Protecting it, fearing it’s loss

Camping out in a sleeping bag
Disregarding the stars
That flower from the source
Of the “Nothing”
So lucky
For the source of the “Everything”
Is very very good

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Highly Realistic Apparitions

Highly Realistic Apparitions

I can’t dunk

I’ve dreamed that I could dunk
(And I don’t mean fake dunks
To give someone
The virtual reality
Sugar Tease Gate
HRA’s (Highly Realistic Apparitions)
To appease the still struggling;
Who always awoke highly disappointed
Yes, exactly ten feet

Of course Dr. J (Julius Erving) can still dunk
Aged mid 60’s
As of now (Youtube)

I try to think of it this way,
Einstein couldn’t dun
Nor Mahatma Gandhi neither
(This is where Jesus would
Normally come into my poem,
But seeing that he can walk on water
I’m not so sure he couldn’t dunk
So I’ve excluded him from the list
(No disrespect intended)

Abraham Lincoln was tall
But still couldn’t dunk
Martin Luther King couldn’t dunk
But had a heart
That could shout
From the sacred hollow
“I Believe!”

Oprah couldn’t dunk
Jimi Hendrik’s could dunk
With or without acid
But not with those bell bottom blues

Elenor Roosevelt couldn’t dunk
SpongeBob SquarePants couldn’t dunk
Unless written into his animation

Let’s face it
Only 1% of people can dunk
OK, maybe as many
As 2.4% of Americans

Don’t feel bad

But jeez… wouldn’t it be great…..?

But then again
If everybody could do it
I don’t believe I’d dream about it much
Anymore

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Inspiration

Inspiration

Meditate
Until you meditate without meditating,
Until the meditation meditates you

Special thanks to my mother
My first teacher
Through a mother’s love
She loved me
My father who inspired me
Jesus and all the saints –
Inspiration
The Catholic Church, Guru Nanak
Yogi Bhajan, the yoga saint
The Sikh Faith
And Avatar Meher Baba
From the beginningless beginning
Until the endless end
And all my family and friends

Inspiration to all…