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)

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)

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)

Dear Rain, What Dreams Do You Give Me This Day?

Dear Rain

Dear Rain, What Dreams Do You Give Me This Day?
By John David Higham

Dear Rain,
What dreams do you give me this day?
Shall I
Sit nude among your drops
And
Allow your chill to cover my skin
As
You journey from cloud to grass?

Shall I be still
In
The world you are watering
And
Be content to hear
Only
Your song against
The
Remaining leaves
And
Barren fields?

Dear Rain,
What muses might you send
As
You moisten my eyelids
And
Make me blink
As
I gaze upward
And
Re-enter dreams
Evolving
Inside my corporeal being?

Mantra into mandala
Moving across Dear Rain’s horizon
One letter at a time
Like a cosmic prayer wheel.
I know
Its meanings beyond mere words,
As drops of enlightenment and insight
Gently fall from the sky.

Dear Rain, what poems will you give me this day?
What verse
Might
I receive from you,
Might
Flow from you
Through my soul
To
My body
To
My mind
To
This page in my world?

Listen as Dear Rain’s pace quickens,
As
The sound of wind
Dances
It against the window’s glass
And
I accompany that tune
With
My fingers loving the keyboard.

Dear Rain, thank you for this poem today.
Thank you for the gifts
Of creativity,
Of here,
Of now,
Of being…