The Fool & The World & The Magician

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)

LSD&ME (4RamDass)

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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)

BuzzPoTree

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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)

 

 

LuvB2URoad

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Miles to go before I can pause
My companion the road holds me safely in its embrace
Asphalt lover unwinding beneath my tires
How I love to be grounded and rolling

LuvB2URoad
Where all is possible in your flowing lanes
Where adventure and possibility are waiting
Where miles evaporate in Mindfulness Meditation
And my muses dance on the pavement
Rubber, creativity, and road are the happy trio
As I grab my voice recorder and take another note

My mind dances so freely between those lines
That make up each lane
I feel it speeding so rapidly no matter
The limits imposed by signs I whiz by or drift past
Ensconced in my moving pod
I playing songs over and over again
As thoughts, images, and lines of dialogue
Burst forth and make their way to my lips
And digital recorder

Transient car and truck cities moving inspire me
As we jockey for position
Swearing laughing and smiling at each other
Though the professionals pay us no mind
For them the road is a thirty-thousand pound office

At times, a million miles left is a welcome break
At others, one mile seems more like swatch of asphalt
Stretching infinitely painfully beyond breaking
Over so many damned hills and equally as damned valleys
Never surrendering a hint as to its hoped-for end
At those times, it is a vapid creative purgatory
Limbo untouched by favorite songs or phone calls

LuvB2URoad as you simultaneously take me
Away from and lead me to wonderful worlds
Corporeal, imagined, and metaphysical
My journey limited only by the gas in my tank

Going, going, going
Flowing, flowing, flowing
While fully swaddled
In my rolling meditation temple

 

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Photo: Infinity’s Road (Lehigh Tunnel, 2015)

 

Magic

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)

For Lillian

this girl
who came storming into being
with a whirlwind
has sharpened all i’m seeing

she so articulates her words
and prances with such care
hear her
see her
there, there, and there

what a child
what a smarty
insightful and mild
loving and oh so arty

i love you, my dear
as you walk your path
and embrace each year
and we share each laugh

know with each step you walk
and in each hour
when we joke and talk
and you blossom like a flower
i will protect you like a hawk

Thankful

from within my soul
from around my world
words become stanzas
letters typed in html mode
one picture added in visual

eyes reading my words
minds visualizing my worlds
souls embracing my feelings
allowing our poetic essences
to mingle ‘cross virutal
space in a timeless dance

here and now please know
i love you all
for looking into this soul
this life this journey
i am grateful to you all
for reading more than my words
and accompanying me
if only for these few momemts
if only in this forum

blessings to you all
beyond this day of gratitude

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photo: November Spa in Rain (Lewisburg, 2019)