The Show Must Go On

The Show Must Go On

So what if you’re heart is broken
It will heal
It will live again
It will rise
And stream like sunlight
Through the land of rock and roll
Once again
Like the land of eternal sunshine
Opened in your soul
Like the ridiculous
We’re somehow required to know
Even if it’s as a fill in
For another show

That must go on…


After Chinese

After Chinese

If there wasn’t a creator
Before creation
There is one now
Without the tricks of the trade
Without the frame by frame
Imperceptible jabs and hooks
Or the hacks
With the silent invisible names
With no ropes or digits
Or chains
No wires or scissors
Or DNA strands or strains
Of human brains
And certainly no religion
That old man river
Quasi quantum liberation
Post delusional
Fame infused glamor jaded
Eager to surrender
Stepped upon a covert crack
Not to interrupt the games

Immaculate mary
Our hearts are on fire
As we dabble
In the glitter
Groveling in the ash
In noncompliant sparks
And electrical
Chargers, flickers and connections
With impressively thick wads
Of self detonating cash
While mixing yet another cocktail
Fix in illusion
At a minuscule rendezvous crossroads
Burned through like one consecrated
Prick of a tantric laser focused
Burning branding tattoo
Thousand petal lotus
Just relax
In a space/time vortex consortium
Through the ancient silent salient
Fortune cookie proclamation
After chinese
Comes this very special announcement:

Great good fortune now awaits us all
And we’ve just begun to dance

Big Dream

I had this big dream
And we all know
What happens most of the time
With big dreams

I keep dreaming to myself
I’ll put all my poems together
And put them in a nice big book
Old fashioned, hardcover, great binding
No dust cover needed
But engraved in gold type
With the title of the book
And my name in modest letters
At the bottom
Maybe 500 hundred of them
Signing them all
Until someone or some occasion
In posterity discovers them
And a spark catches fire
And a fire makes a blaze
And the children of tomorrow
Will drink it up these poems like
A cup of cool water
After burning from the inside
For untold days
And those 500 copies make someone
Or many someone’s
A small fortune

But in the end
Its nothing but dust
Nothing but ash
Who will ever remember
One word of my poems
Or anyone else’s
After a hundred thousand years
What difference does
Any of it make
It’s commendable to have kept trying
For any period at all

Perhaps delusional
We don’t know yet
But commendable

A Fool For You

A Fool For You

I never knew
What congratulations meant

What a fool

Now I do

So I stray away from ingratiation
With a great big smile
Right out of the blue

See my teeth
The muscles flex inside my cheeks
That means I’d like to bond with you
At least for a little while
At least I think I do

Someday they’ll completely understand
The weakness behind the strength
That makes me just another man
Who’s always
Never been

A fool for you


Extra! Extra! Read all about it!

NASA has disclosed
Via its mars exploration rover
That water may have once existed on mars
Something to do with life
Originating elsewhere, possibly
Providing even more evidence, once again
That we are nothing unique
That we are nothing special
Since we’re basically just phenomena,
An astoundingly causeless byproduct
Of random subatomic jostling

And if we’re merely phenomena
Then we have no special relationship
With anything sacred
Anything intended or believed
Especially any fictionalized
Super supreme entity originator
Or tooth fairy
Or GOD, as it’s commonly referred to
By the ignorant masses

The scholars have decided
Their treatise is full
Only what can be quantified intellectually
Really exists

So GOD is in dire need of revision –
A new makeover
As to be cohesively aligned and in tune
With contemporary scientific and political ideology
Something to do with dwindling
Or lack of tangible verifiable veracity
As only what can be deciphered
By the almighty human brain
May actually exist

So it has been concurrently decided
To pull jesus down from the cross
Send zoroaster a stern compliance directive
Tell the dervishes they can stop whirling now
Tell the shakers – stop their shaking
Tell the jews that moses never spoke with god
Tell the yogi’s that their discipline is misguided
And to go fry up some kielbasa
Inform the missionaries of charity of mother teresa
And explain to the franciscans
And the poor clare sisters of st. francis
That sanctity and jesus are not real
Tell these leaves of grass to stop growing,
But there is no eternal soul…

Dead Planet Blues

Dead Planet Blues

I got the
What if we’re just deadpans
On a dead planet blues
I’ll shake the sadness
Come the dawn of day

I got the
What if we’re just deadpans
On a dead planet blues
I’ll shake the sadness
When I’m gone
And when I shake the sadness
It’s for the beauty

I got the dead planet blues
Offered up my sadness for a song

I got the dead planet blues
Offer up my gladness before long

And when I break this sadness
With light resurrected in darkness
Changing water into wine
Wine into blood
Blood into endless consciousness
And when he took the sadness dna
He found the mansion of truth within truths
With destinies many worlds away

The Silence Of Meher Baba


The Silence Of Meher Baba

It’s easy to be critical of the criticized
With a prejudicial judgement
Based upon false claims
What’s based on truth
Should always be preeminent
The more sane I am
The more I am insane

Take this junk heap pile
Of information
Take it to the cemetery
Take it to the grave
It’s GOD’s will
If it’s GOD’s will
Then nothing can destroy us
But who could ever hope
To only do the will of GOD
And not know what the difference meant

I’ll give you my pound of pain
My pound of pleasure
I’ll give you my soul symphony
My box of rain
Making a new
Better song onward for forever
Where the silence
Of Meher Baba
Is proclaimed
How could we have been given
A computer
Of this great magnetically magnified
Without the word made manifest
In the vibrance of His Holy Name

All Figured Out

All Figured Out

You got it all figured out
Until you figure out
You ain’t got nothin figured out

We evolve as we dream
Breathing involution
Through the cracks and the seams
Of deepened consciousness
I took the hit
I flipped the bill
Had it all figured out
I ain’t taken any bull….

The pied piper’s been pied
The divine caller called
I hear the inner mounting rhapsody
I got it all figured out
You’re the one
Who started this grand ball
Of nothingness in celebration

Cosmic wide
Playing hard to get