will u b my4ever blue sky

will u b my 4ever blue sky
of endless possibilities
punctuated by wispy clouds
of transient doubt
?

will u hear w/me
ghosts crying nightly
mere memories
not prophesies
?

as 2being1
will u speak truths
only us2 will hear
in our souls
?

will u come& go
with me
neither leader
nor follower
?

will u blossom
as i bloom
wither
as i falter
?

will u b my4ever
sun
my4ever
moon
my4ever
stars
?

“yes,” we said
the Word
resonating
in our4ever
soul
.

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photo: my4ever blue sky (January, 2020)

Roman Collar Man (whoRu)

Bibles and Sacraments
Baptismals and
so many
Stations of The Cross

Roman Collar Man
whoRu
as your words seduce children
as you
hide behind confession
church law
and bankruptcy
to protect your reputation
to protect your assets
to protect your perversions
and your supply
of innocent souls
and young virgins

i smell your evil stench
from behind your defiled crosses
your pedohile sanctuaries
y is the Holy See
so blind

satan so pleased
by token measures
meant2appease
by secret measures
meant2protect
evil in your ranks

Roman Collar Man
who pretends to stand
in His Light
and who lives
above man’s law
above God’s law
in the name
of The Father
of The Sun
and The Holy Spirit

will u ever be cast out
from among the ranks
of the Holy by a Church
that is not as holy
as it Pretends to be

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photo: 1light (January 2020)

upon (sound) healing

become the dust
flow through my pores
soak into my blood
alter my dna

my eyes materialize
within your darkest night
paired sunrises or sunsets
only you know which
in each passing moment

touch what you will
you will touch me
we two mingling in breezes
cascading before the sun
in our rainbow
only others can see
only we can feel…

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photo: SunSetsoon (January, 2020)

Outlaw Truth

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)

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)

 

 

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)

On the Morrow (When I Go To Jersey)

on the morrow
when i go to jersey
and reunite with the boy
i never got to be
in the rolling hills
among the barren trees
i will again be him

on the morrow
i meditating all
along miles of I-80
through farmland
the poconos
and the water gap
itself a perfect symbol
of the transition from
my first couple lives
to infinite next ones

i will stand barefoot
on their graves and feel
their energies mingling
with the earth’s as
pain becomes strength once again

at times
i had made this sojourn
when depressed and defeated
by the weariness in my soul

at times
i had arrived cloaked
with soiled shame and
self-loathing

at times
i had brough questions
silently asked of headstones

once, our energies
stopped my watch
shut down my iphone
and so made me laugh

so, now i go in bliss
in abundance in faith
in surrender in acceptance
of answering their calls

their plots a tile in life’s mindfulness mosiac
where Fool, Magician dance
where High Priestess, Empress sing

fuck, i love it there
on the morrow
when i go to jersey

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photo: Top Shelf (November, 2019)