Wild Seed (The Night Is My Friend)

The night is my friend
Gravity my alibi
Under cover of the stars
I watch my dreams fly
away out of here over some mythical horizon
where the sun always sets
and the mirrored moon rising
always fills the darkness
with what would have been
with time’s infinite treasures
like old records, the music
of our cells as they spin
(I listen to the songs over & over again)
The night is my only friend
Gravity my alibi
I’m a wild seed drifting
beneath the loyal stars
watching my dreams fly, one by one
under the constant tone of the setting sun
The night is my friend
’cause the sun, it always sets
and I can disappear into darkness
That universal melting pot of scratch
of lost fantasy and broken illusion
(The love never left my heart
even when tortured or muddled
by so many unsavory intrusions)
The love is all I recognize
My only true vow
All the rest of the drama behind me now
I had to leave it all behind
I had to, knowing full well
there is no special place for a wild seed
no home or plot of any kind
It just grows where it will
Blown away in the wind by the pull of the stars
and a massive, relentless tidal heart spill

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Look Into The Sun

 

Look into the sun
Feel the magnetic anomaly
Look into the moon
where all your memories are hidden
Your eyes will shine like gems
Every vibrant soul a precious gem
in this golden cosmic adornment
Every star in cold dark space
a diamond in the dusty treasure chest of time
Strung with beads of fine rare stones
Glowing with the passion of infinite hearts
Look into the sun if you dare
Our destinies orbiting around one another there
Your eyes will shine with secrets
of other worlds
Every planet’s legend
will beckon to your call

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Mirror Tricks

Have you ever looked back on some of your own past creations in awe as they speak to you now louder than ever?

While recently thumbing through an old poetry journal of mine from 1997, I saw traces of a certain pattern:

 

 

To judge someone of anything
any crime so heneous or violation
down to the most basic personal level
Is simply bringing that same judgement
in amazing exact proportions against oneself
This is a truth which penetrates the veil of living
and is so far imbedded into every thread
which holds the laws of the universe and
our own little worlds together
This, a truth which could not be simply read here, or anywhere
and then absorbed down to the molecular level
The Bible
The Kabala
Keys of Enoch
Book of The Dead
The Course in Miracles…
How many mass-scale scripts?
They all have recorded this golden law, I’m sure
But you will never learn it that way
The words are empty, a mere cliche
Until you find yourself in the midst of your heart
It takes a lifetime of pure raw energy
to see to know to feel to really understand
any action or thought
brought against any being
outside of oneself
brings oneself
against the self

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

Forgiveness is the golden nectar
The essential rule of humanity
What actually keeps us going, keeps our souls glowing
Yet can become quite a tricky concept
when brought down into our own little modes of perception
We understand this precious rule
even activate it in our lives
Feeling the true meaning of forgiveness in our hearts
And yet there always seems to be an exemption
Always that one thing burning away at our sensibilities
that we think we could never let go
We do this without even knowing it sometimes
Keep our own little private score cards
with that which is so hard to pardon, inexcusable
But in reality there are no special cases
And this basic function of our souls will save us
because it applies like the strangest of medicines
to the tiniest scrape and the coldest, meanest blow
our heart could ever take
The true test is to forgive
that which seems impossible
to bestow forgiveness upon
The darker the deed, when undone
will bring the most satisfying peace

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

When I said you may not have liked what you’d seen
if you looked at me so many years ago
All I meant
is that my confidence and self-respect
were at a very low peak
Hope was running bleak
and I poured into my flesh every poison or crude medicine
every numbing agent I could get my hands on
Treated my sacred temple
like a mad scientist’s chemical lab
like a clown punching bag, beat down
and right back up in your face again
Over bearing, whiskey cheeks
and kind of mean
That’s all I’m saying:
you may not have liked me much
’cause I didn’t like myself

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

How can I walk with lost souls
or sit with fallen angels
without becoming the fallen angel I am?
How can the light shine from within
when I refuse to see that same light in others?

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

Only happy ghosts hang around today
watching through the woodwork
and the shadows which always know
but never tell
Only happy ghosts
’cause my heart is lighter and stronger
and I’m not afraid to see
I know this old house from both sides of the mirror
where these phantoms are watching
and they recognize me
from inside my dreams

*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*

Mirror tricks
Is it really so tricky?
Those two-way mirrors
how many ways do they reflect?
Defying the law of miracles
Something so good turns out so bad
Then could the darker illusions really be golden?
Will the universal laws ever function in my favor?

Mirror tricks
There’s really no trick to it at all
See the good & the fine
and you are good & fine
See the evil
and there you go

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The Golden Dusk Hour

 

In the golden dusk hour
silence settles over everything
like an uneasy shroud
Unearthly silence, and a haunting stillness
like the pause between heartbeats
Mother Nature holding her breath

The muted ground moans
echoing throughout the galaxy
Bones rattling in the void
as seasons disintegrate into the stars
and eternal summer, that summer of your heart

Hold on to those feelings
Recall your innocence
Hold on to your bliss
in the golden dusk hour

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Number Eight: Balance of Infinity

On the plane of numbers philosophy 8 represents the ultimate balance of all life energies and due justice for all life forms.  This universal equilibrium is not necessarily likened to the scales of courtroom and human law–although it can include those aspects–it’s rather a concept of cause & effect that exists and operates far beyond the praising or punishing hand of mankind.

It could be said that a soul’s conscience when in true rightness with itself is sustained by the same balancing force that governs the physical and karmic laws of the universe.  The point is not to necessarily be right or wrong from an ego’s perspective, yet in line with true correctness and fairness projected by the infinite loving intelligent force many have come to calling God; acknowledging the larger true purpose for every action and reaction.  Once one has in sound mind looked into their heart and has recognized the right thing to do, they are one and the same with the very essence of that boundless force.

And so it is less important to accumulate votes or points for reinforcing one’s opinion, and more important to elevate that opinion to the most golden golden level within one’s own conscience and see if it holds up there.  This ground zero means of existence is every individual’s sum piece of infinity, portal to all abundances, and is what the frequency of 8 is all about.

Even the symbol for number 8 is the sign of infinity standing on end, a twisted zero, like the mathematical Moebius strip:  one plane or surface that dips & curves and appears to divide but doesn’t, eternally feeding into itself.  This perpetual self-justified balancing act could be thought of as the entirety and the nucleus of creation.  The infinity sign–or sideways 8–surfaces in many interesting places, not the least of which being the Tarot deck:  above the heads like a halo of the people on the cards holding the Magician and Strength, the latter being card number 8 of the higher arcana in itself; bearing a woman taming a lion–the perfect balance of power.  This, at the very least, shining light on the notion that all things are indeed intricately connected.

Numeral 8 can also reflect certain elements of trade, commerce and economics but not in the sense of profit & gain, hoarding, accumulation or greed; not within that traditional “he who dies with the most toys wins”  attitude of mind.  That type of money and thing-loving would more likely thrive under the 6 vibration, the number of earthly, materialistic values.  Number 8, on the other hand, is concerned with the proper flow and distribution of goods, services, energy and just cause throughout the entire lot of the cosmos.

Because the 8 vibration understands any system of legal tender to be simply a medium for the equitable fulfillment of all needs, individuals with heavy influence of 8-ness in their personal chart may be faced up with lessons of this sort in the handling of finance.  They may also–depending upon where in their chart the 8 falls–be continually concerned or faced with or even obsessed with doing the right thing; decision-making which would, if carried out correctly, result in more than the average sense of justice.

Within the concept of numerology, the base number principles are contained within the digits 1 through 9; the last three of 7, 8 and 9 operating from frequencies “higher” than is generally accustomed to on the typical earth plane.  And of theses three more fine-tuned vibrations, 8 once again finds itself in the position of mediator while being nestled between 7 (the first number to venture away from the physical) and 9 (the completion  of the base scale and connoisseur of those higher, formless planes).  In this light, 8 may be thought of as the mechanical harmony of all the invisible things that make our worlds run.

8’s corresponding rays of color are rusty hues:  brownish-orange, crimson and pink.  Its gemstone is dark amber, blood stone or diamond.  It is generally believed that the body contains 7 chakras or energy centers which correspond with points on the astral body and keep us connected to all that is.  Of these, the 7th is at the top of the head or crown and joins our physical being with those of the heavenly realms.  But some understand there to be 9 or more chakras in all, the ones higher in count than 7 existing above the head, like halos indeed, and rooted in electromagnetic energy fields of our bodies that we do not yet fully comprehend.  From this perspective the 8th chakra would be the base core to those unexplored regions of our existence.

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Your Garden of Delight

 

Rose petals on spiral
Black crow in flight
An infinity of wonders
in your garden of delight

The day presses on me like a sieve
Wringing from my soul
all I ever dare to believe
Settling in around me
like shadows on the wall
like bones in the dirt
Sparing nothing, taking all

Curious hummingbirds
Translucent as light
So many wonders
in your garden of delight

The years crawl on like clockwork
of some massive cosmic dial
With every turn of the season
our souls are put on trial
It trudges on, old time
but sometimes twists and spins
And at the drop of a dime
you’re back at the beginning

Voices in the breeze
Eagle on flight
The wonders are endless
in your garden of delight

How could we know
as we pass through the ages
what awaits us on the back side
of the calender pages?
Just keep on keepin’ on
I hope I’ve got what it takes
to face up to what I’ve done
to admit to my mistakes

Invisible creatures
Crimson colored light
The wonders never cease
in your garden of delight

The day spills into darkness
Night to day, then back to eve
This is what will happen
no matter what I dare believe
Strange boo, this law of physics
and the reforming law of time
Ruthless and unyielding
Yet absolutely so sublime

Flowers from heaven
All hearts in flight
Stars fall from the shadow
Sun shines at night

Love rules in your garden
The only constant thing, alright
I am the rarest wonder
in your garden of delight

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Intimate Stranger

 

Who is this stranger that slips in through the night
cloaked with hidden memories
living emotion long crystallized?
And who takes away the chance
to break free from their spell
to drink from a brand new crystal clear well?

Who is this that sings with the rain
while my spirit cries?
Whose laughter rings on the wind
while my heart slowly dies?

On a soft bed of roses
I lay my will down
whenever the stranger comes hanging around
Always so numb to the sting of the thorn
The sharp spur of the moment
where passion is born

I sense no bad blood, no torment
no real malice there
Just bittersweet as time
strutting on without a care
for all of the things
that make our hearts and souls bleed
Never taking notice, never taking heed
to the details of this world
that knock us down to our knees

You can never really tell
what this stranger will bring
But you’ll  sense the phantom pilgrim
often hiding in the wings

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Pray For Judas

Typecast for all of eternity
into the role of eternal betrayer
and–yes–eternally hated by the multitudes
By eons of flesh and blood, hearts attached to minds
who would not take the trouble to venture a deeper glance
into their own soul’s archives and the sacred crystal chasm
hidden far in the earth
so transparent and clear
that every one of its mysteries
have dissolved into all that is

We should be praying for Judas
Not spitting upon his memory
He knows what went wrong
Do you?
Are you sure you really understand
what the Holy Drama was truly about?
And what archetypal convictions, such strange divinities it has stamped upon our souls, our calender dates
our very blueprint of existence?
So many are simply led along
prescribed the way
Take this, save your soul and call me on Sunday
So much easier to blame
all the Judas’ and Jezebels of the world
for all of its devastations
So much more convenient to hate those who have stumbled
and to judge their shortcomings
than to face our own
Because, that’s right, there’s a little bit of the Golden Players
in each of us, including the betrayer
Doesn’t Jesus remind us again and again:
Do not judge, lest you be judged?
Jesus has forgiven Judas
He knew he did what he had to do
Jesus has long forgiven Judas
Can you?

He does not expect your absolution, this Judas
because he can’t forgive himself
and that is his foreboding hell
Can you imagine what it would mean
to bear the burden of such a horrible mistake?
To be in the ultimate spotlight of darkness and disdain?
To be forever held in the esteem
of villains, demons and evil kings?
The dark knot has not loosened
The noose around his neck still burns
The chains around his soul cut deep
No murder on his heart
No real lust for power, no greed
It was not out of spite or for a bag of silver coins
that he led those men into Gethsemane
Maybe he truly believed his task was holy
His royal duty, to unveil the King
Who he envisioned would come down off that cross
in a blaze of glory
or, even better, transform to blazing light
right there in the garden
to the dumbfounded bedazzlement of His captors
Judas greatly anticipated this glorious moment of reckoning
Never could he have imagined such torture
such horrifying chastisement his beloved would endure
Never did he dream
that Jesus would voluntarily surrender
He did not quite fully comprehend the Plan
until it was, in the eyes of so many, too late

Pray for Judas, tortured soul
Afterall, he wasn’t the only Apostle
who didn’t quite pass the lesson
Thinking their Master had arrived
to rise up and rule ancient Israel
Restoring their rightful place in the world
and to be worshipped, placed so high
upon a pedestal of any time line
Though Jesus told them again and again, repeatedly
that His kingdom was of another world indeed
His word simply seeded in the hearts
of every being to walk the earth
Has not countless lives been lost
through the twisted slander of His good name?
Has not His Golden Wisdom been obscured
through centuries of misplaced veneration?
Do you really, in your heart of hearts, think
this was what He envisioned for His people
and for the Hallowed Memorandum?
Some of His closest confidants helped to perpetuate
the saddest lie of all time
Yet they had no malice on their hearts
No ill intentions as they wove their eager yarns
Keeping a story alive that they didn’t fully grasp
Would you condemn the entire lot of the Chosen Ones
for simply missing the point?
They were still human and still filled
some very human earthly footsteps
Still experienced the spectrum of emotions
Products of their environment
Living reflections of their time
In many ways still deaf to the voice of their Master
Blind to His vision, His progressive ideas
Pure, raw concepts straight from heaven
Daring to break the bonds and shackles of tradition
They puzzled at His affinity and respect
for the female gender
Astonished when He received the sisters
into the inner circle
Afterall…it was a boy’s club…
And maybe a little bit jealous
that His most faithful, trusted disciple and cherished friend
was Mary Magdalena
Strong women of many eras are generally considered whores
But this does not render the male followers any less faithful
They just some of them veered a bit off the true course
Prisoner to their social standing
Confusing the powers of this world and another
Judas was not the only one who didn’t get it
but he was the one left with blood on his hands

No doubt the Plan had to play out
one way or the other
Just not all were prepared to live this brutal reality
Not all could hear the Dove sigh and the angels sing
But Jesus fulfilled His every intention
down to the last breath
within the years He graced this planet
in blood, bones and flesh
and in His light form for infinity
In His Golden Mind and Sacred Heart
He knew what was to happen all along
There are even some who say
that He chose Judas for the honor
of turning Him over to the authorities
so that the sacred wheels could be set in motion
for His selfless public act which would
hope upon hope enlighten us all
But I cannot believe in my heart
that Jesus would ever assign
one of His closest, most beloved buddies
the obligation of turning what has been dubbed traitor
to be forever damned by humanity
He would never condemn such a soul to endless loathing
scapegoat for all our disappointments
He would never sacrifice a loved one that way
even for the sake of the Drama
It was more likely a misunderstanding
of the highest degree
This is why we really should be praying for Judas
Has he suffered enough, has he not yet paid?
Come on people, lighten up on the poor guy a little
Because the nail holes have long healed
And now more than ever
we are needed by our fallen brother

 

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Hallowed Heart

This poem originally appeared untitled circa 2002 in Ghost Poems, one of my nine chapbooks of poetry self-published between the years 1999 & 2004:

People will always come and go in life
They just do that, I guess
that’s just what people do
Move through your walls like phantoms
Paint your world
with some kind of crazy colors
and then fade off into distant skies
horizons of the here and beyond
Anyone you’ve ever known
leaves a part of themselves with you when they move on
Pure essence of attitude, like a presence
that will haunt your room
and fill up your senses
And who knows if the phantoms are real
departed souls still meeting
on some invisible plane
Or simply souls who have crossed
and criss-cross again and again
through power of thought
through heartfelt resolution
and time-released understanding
People are always gonna come and go in life
So it’s better not to dwell
on the space they leave when they move on
For in a supernatural world
we are all joined together
in ways that are strange and divine
But down here in this place we call home
all that’s left are ghosts

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Delightful Haze

 

The day is such a glossy mist
that it’s hard to tell
where the bay waters end and
the sky begins
In the wind are such songs of passion
that it’s hard to say
where my thoughts end and
the saints’ voices begin
This world is such a mystery
that I don’t know when life ends
and my dreams begin

 

 

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