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)

Pencil in a Spa

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)

2bRnot2b(led)

a big smile
a warm handshake
rapidly becoming an embrace
decorated by insight-laden words sprinkled with the latest catch phrases
i know i am loved

in the name of healing,
of growth and the holy spiritual journey
He sprinkles reassurance and warmth

2bLedSoCool

He feels like He’s giving so
He’s actually taking self-confidence and my soul

a self-proclaimed leader
he is a destroyer
consuming all he touches
behind his deceptive smile
while masterfully playing games with followers’ vulnerabilities

liar, philanderer, manipulator, ego-maniac
see the Naked Narcissist
dancing on the broken souls
who once believed in him

watch him now gorging on new converts, their blood dripping from his broken teeth and broad smile
his feeding frenzy ballooning his ego, his waist and his wallet

see his mouth full of feces
his soul crawling with maggots

i do not need his love
his wisdom or the hell
he brings in the name of
his festering wounds

i walk away from his stench,
his empty words and pathetic facade
tired of his hoaxes

2bRnot2b(led)
choose wisely
know ur leaders
know ur deceivers
know urself
or die1000deaths

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photo: blurrrr (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)

LuvB2URoad

January 11 2016 PHX PHL WFL 673 Modfied

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)

 

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)

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)