Grizzled Warrior

Grizzled Warrior

In a world
Where reputation is everything
Remove that
And you got yourself
A broken humanoid

Admitting failure does not omit facts
Staring failure in the face 24/7
And who’s to blame for that?
Now that they’re talking
Blame and fault and failure
According to the intergalactic bestseller
“The Game of Love”
Compared to the games of law
On earth
How can one be so dumb
How might one be that wise –

O Baba
You’ve made me well aware
Of my own insignificance
Sprinkled with the drama
Of making my own errors
As a career move
As an inner dimensional tutorial
As a true blessing –
Am I ready now
For your greatness?

…But I’ll take mercy,

Your grizzled warrior

Grovelers At The Gate

Grovelers At The Gate

All gussied up for the soiree
Please help me be a good man
But not a fool
Help me help you
Open the hearts and minds
Of our blessed commanders
Of commandos

A tip of the hat
A swig of wine
Storming the shorelines of heaven
Bringing out the infantry

Of grovelers at the gate
Ner’ dismissing
Each and every
Ataman’s fate

I believe in one GOD
A GOD that gives me free reign
Within its own free reign

Our redemption is the existence
Of the now conscious source of the universe –

Our liberation is in the vast unknown
We live now and experience always



Satiating desires doesn’t create happiness –
It just makes more desires
Desires etched in sand
In stone, in glass, in diamond
In flesh
In palm tree ash
Smoke and mirrors
Glitz and cash
Nose to the grindstone
Spewing the grist
Of super hard carbon
Nano laser razor tantric
Honed insight
Bit – light
In particle beam
Waves of the quantum time rolling in
Wearing down those charms
By the will of love alone
All levels of consciousness
Through many million heroic human
Phantasmagorical lifetimes gone
All being etched
And again and again undone
Sorted out
Written in stone
Written in the sand on the shore
Written in the body and the blood
Written in the passion
Written with the power of GOD’s own hand
Until only beauty
Within structureless consciousness
Where untold ecstasies awaken

Prostrate before the source
Of all creation

The Dharma Of Love

The Dharma Of Love

It took GOD 30 lifetimes
To find you for me
So now that I found you
Why would I try
For something new

Love is always giving
Without question or complaint
Whether numbed by a thousand
Icy misgivings
Or alive wire
Crackling fire
Snapping snake
Into the raging
Substantive river
Of desire we’re thrown
Like a city that never sleeps
In a country
Don’t look at me
I’m just another taker on the take
It’s all in a book called
The drama of GOD
The dharma of love

When Love’s Awoken & “Loved” (a Mother’s Day poem)

When Love’s Awoken

So I was in the sunshine
A little too long
But those days are gone
Took me 40 years
Of hard work to recover
But came back strong

Tried to find out what’s been spoken
Tried to heal what went wrong
And right what was the problem
Blah, blah, blah
But came back broken

Though I wasn’t fixed
I’m now hip to their tricks
Especially when they say
You know nothing of pain
And I tell them
Don’t tempt your own misfortune

When love’s awoken


Mom I don’t know
If you now hear me
From the other side

But thank you for all the gifts
You gave me
Especially the ones called “loved”
Through hard wor



It comes on slow

At first you’re in denial
Just another all nighter
On the woodpile
It’ll all end up orange and bright

Just another transient affair
With an uneventful horizon
Where the temptation of the nothing
All aswirl in illusion
Can swallow the sky

There is nothing apart from you

Go Giants

Go Giants

When I watched sporting events
As a younger man
It often became life or death with me
And was known to become depressed
For as much as a week
If events hadn’t gone my team’s way

Although deep down I knew
It didn’t mean diddly-squat;
Just a “not that far back” token
For our ancient war instinct
And there’s nothing wrong with that,
But the reality
Of what appeared as an actual event
Is an event perceived
To a greater or lesser degree
From a limited state of mind
Seemed to always
Blow all that away

But this lifetime has changed me
I’m the opposite
Now I watch my team often trying to mimic
The passion from before
Like an actor playing a part, still fun
But the foolishness of it all
And the grandeur of what is to come
Mostly outweighs
All those old passions from before –

The engine once a great roar
Now purrs on
With an electric Ommmmm…

Bluebird (by Charles Bukowski)


there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
you want to blow my book sales in

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be

then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
and we sleep together like
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do

Eyes Of The Soul

Eyes Of The Soul

Who am I
A mere ant
Bearing the burden of insignificance
With great pride,
Think I know the world?
I know nothing

Why am I
Who gave me this crown
Of consciousness, self-consciousness
Infinite awareness
Human child
Bold Sojourner
Crying out as an ant
Pushing the perfect grain of sand
Toward home,
Please open the eyes of my soul