You show me
More
When only my energy
Flows
Through you
Black Mirror
I see
What others can’t show
I hear
What others can’t speak
I feel
What others can’t touch
Breath in
Breath out
People are just people
Living
Fallacies way away
From
Me and mine
But I can
Will
Explore them
And
Not mistake them
As
Mine
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Photo: Self-Portrait (April, 2020)
words that cut
sharpened by truth
turn no deaf ears
in this morning’s light
warned by The Universe
to give us this day
its Daily Bread
i shall go armed
only with insight
carried on wings
of outlaw truth
singleness of purpose
battling injustices
profound and profane
under building storm clouds
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photo: Morning Reading. (January, 2020)
planes that fly away from me
as the sun leaves my sky
dont know what i want to be
when i finally grow up
who was it who made me
one day at a time
back in the good old days
before my nights had eyes
im not sure i know me
as well as i know you
theres too much
i dont want to see
how my mirrors need cleaning
someday i’ll be all gone
vacant from my body envelope
just floating on the ether
waiting for time to end
’til then i’ll just float
like a pencil in a spa
waiting for my next words
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photo: Pencil in a Spa (Lewisburg, 2020)
when U know pain in your gut lost in your own fog
B4U clearly seeing
it in your lover’s eyes
when U see bullets flying
and hear victims’ screams
B4U hearing the newcast
when anxiety grips U
B4U hearing a child sobs
when U feel all aroused
B4U hearing the lover’s orgasm
B4Life gets U all riled
as everything flows
in out through U
in out through mind’s I
B4I react
instead gotta chill
gotta know what’s mine
gotta know what’s yours
can’t own shit
(no matter how good/bad)
if it’s your B4Life
but I add blessings
2 the lightstream
flowing ‘tween us
in our here and now
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photo: Night Fog (January, 2020)
snow turned winter brown2white
muffled sounds of goodyears ‘gainst pavement
as i sped along backroads
fetch erranding LoverWife’s parcel
didKnot feel like dyin2day
instead found a song
4 inspiration 2 write
another feature screenplay
&
wrote a poem ’bout pTsD
watched TV and a film
with LW
five weeks until Sedona
flying A321@PHL2PHX
smiles (of course)
who cant be happy
@30k ft (tell me, tell me)
2easy2ache4others pain
no: bSelfish2day
had2holdMEtight in life’s embrace
so much life2day
so much beauty2day
hell around isKnotting others
fingertrap and gordian
tying us all down
when 4getting
we doKnot feel
like dyinInside2day
live2love2unravelKnots
peaceB2U
loveB2U
slipKnots
&UBfree
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photo: squallB4passing (January 2020)
what my eyes see
and my soul feels
my lips are not allowed to say
it’s within my viscera
birth to death
and everything in between
my skin feels pain, bliss
oh so fucking sweet bliss
how i wish all of it were mine
instead of the soul’s orgasms
reverberating through my fascia
and bullets ripping through crowds
i see and hear them too
never soon enough
for the corporeal world
so many times i am those dying
many times i am those dead
psychic, intuitive, empathic
clairvoyant all just mere
empty aproximations
of Heaven and Hell
come to me at random moments
between you and i
fuck
fuck
fuck
intruding with butterfly force
or a brick disolving into sand
scattered by the breaths
of Angels swirling ’round
i know not why this vision shit
foists itself upon me and not foolish enough to fathom
i deserve any answer
to this asshole’s query
as to why instead
content i am only
to always know my role
as this Earth place melts
and mankind continues
feeding, feeding, feeding
upon itself
i, the fool
crossed with the magician
remaining optomistic
even in the world’s darkest nights
that only my eyes can fathom
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photo: Fool & Earth & Magician (January 2020)
7teen, no 8teen
after my rape and in2 intermittent homelessness
i found u with some dork named Danny
who said we’d always be brothers
just b4 he started being creepy
and I planned on killing him
if he wasn’t gonna let me out his dorm room
ditched that loser
walked alone around Mansfield
saw it like a Lionel train set town
without the choo-choo train
disappointed my mind didn’t take me anywhere
I hadn’t already been
LSD, everyone said they loved you
4 bringing them visions and cool shit
“don’t trip alone” they all said
f*** that I didn’t need any guide
never told I anyone I tripped
until after the fun start started starting
shit became funnier shit
the world seemed like a giant TV show
with everyone saying their lines
just as I had predicted
cue the canned laughter
and the dancing coeds
50nine now moved on from the trips
so that live trips me along
mindfulness meditation, shamanism, animal spirits
evolving, evolving, evolving
simultaneously being in multiple universes
flowing, flowing, flowing
being that trip that I am so taking
endeavoring to find loving and lightness
on each step of my path
10-q, Babba Ram Dass
4 your books, your open spirit, your love
Namaste
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photo: Metamorphosis (Butterfly Card)
stood at my desk dancing with muses
this day two days ‘fore Christmas
making a present to send out to you
letters and words and stanzas and shit
all swirlin’ ’round my mind
dancing with horses
the p-p-power of words
transcending race, culture, and fear
these words we have right now
as I send them out
as your eyes see them
they either pass through your awareness
or hang in your consciousness
could be either or both
i can only guess
will they be like a stone mountain
or just scattering dust
will it matter that they don’t matter
beyond being a pebble on my path
or even yours
so far away from poetry when I started writing today
so removed from connecting our souls
though only if you’ll have my words and me
as waking worlds have required my foci
now evolution pulls gently at my soul
and I write because I must
in order to live and thrive
making my way back to BuzzPoTree
getting high on expression
come join me now
come know our mutual bliss
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photo: Create, Create, Create (July 2016)
i am magic now
seeing with my soul
moving the needle in another’s soul and world
with my words, energy and love
like metaphysical radar
pain comes into my consciousness
my mind’s eye sees it all
feeling all their darkest fears
while knowing their
rightful owner
without owning their fears
empathic vision work precognition
those words mere approximations
of this healing flow
i find something about their lives, their bodies, their essences to love with all my being and all my strength
when i do, my mind’s eye
opens like a spiritual spigot
i send energy to them
i send in The Angels
thick and fluid healing light wrapping around them
healing them
building their path
one pebble at a time
i send without agenda
remaining open to The Universe directing my role
at that moment of bonding
a great sense of release
frees my soul forever
from pain, angst and fear
i had when known theough that troubled soul
as magic makes manifest on their path, i become like a balloon gently drifting upward
i am magic then
in these words
as your eyes read
and your soul embraces
this spirit flowing, sense
The Angels i am sending you
you are magic now
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photo: Butterfly Spread (12/7/19)
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