Wastelands & Wormholes

We were exposed to extreme gravitational forces 

Pushed down

by the Goddess

We were window washers 

of wastelands and 

                wormholes

Transceivers & Redeemed

                 Believers

Testing our mettle 

for melancholy

Holy spies of Horus

Horned bulls wrestled tame

Sacred cows of the 

left- hand path

Chasing symbols

jumping chasms

without apparatus 

Create, sustain, destroy, 

shouting, screaming, 

waving our 

      ("Hands in the air!")

over the cranky American

                                 Dream

Taking our chances 

in acid flashbacks

Sent fishing after the

fight of our lives for the 

billionth time

Heavenly Bodies

When I listen to the rain with you
and we're swingers hanging off the moon
I get the feeling that we can
let go and fly

The color treasures of our pleasures
The sounds of the loon
Pick up our instruments and
pour notes up to the sky

Chorus
Let go and love
Let go and grow
The heavenly bodies
are out of control
A ring of fire
connects our souls
Let go and love
Let go and flow

We'll write home to all our
loved ones in their favorite tune
spreading the news that the
                           stars are waiting
for us to all come home tonight

Chorus

Let's dance through the revolving door
Spinning pinwheels to our
                                     enchanted room
A look of knowing where we're going
up to where it's very high

Unlike most others, we'll discover
that the treasure must be exhumed
Teach to those who promise
                              to keep digging
and eventually we'll reach the
                                       endless light

Chorus
Let go and love
Let go and grow
The heavenly bodies
have lost control
A ring of fire
connects our souls
Let go and love
Let go and flow

Muse

We are marching to the sun shine.
We are laughing in the rain.
Friends in flight into the endless sky.
We let nothing go by
without our gemred
hearts spread delight
and cry with joy the
free people cadence
Our music convincing all to be
                                             sublime

Happy Birthday Philip

I thought that I saw you
in a great ship in the sky
I prayed to the heavens
You may have flown by
Please say that it's true
Please give me a sign
that it was you
that it won't be the last time

I layed on my back upon rocks
at our beach
The ship in the sky almost
seemed within reach

I know it was you
Why didn't you stop?
What ever you do
please don't let me be lost
I will be looking for you
my wild flying boy
Please send your love to us
We so miss your pure joy

Lost In Your Eyes

I can't seem to stop
wanting to get lost in your eyes
I never once felt I'd be
losing myself in the surf
We just roll with the tides
and I'm sure that you feel like me
Your feet do not meet the earth
                our hearts collide
I can only grab on to your sides
Longing to feel you pull me in tightly
Lighter than air when I'm lost
                     in your eyes
I have to pry myself loose
from this thirst to be by your side
When comes that dreadful time we
have to say I'll miss you until
                    another day
Don't look too close
because I'll probably have tears
                     in my eyes
as I tread the depths and the tide
                    lovingly lost
                    in your eyes

To Know Night From Day

When I grieve with you
it is only half truth
because I am living proof
in the transformative nature
of sadness, sorrow, struggle, pain.
Please don't think me aloof
for I know the untested contented
will never awaken to being saved.
Never be shown mercy for the wretched
with a white flag surrender
I am certainly no contender
to question perfection of
spontaneous grace and the
beauty of getting through this.
Me, an old tin cup, dented.
Demented, unable to see or speak.
Barely able to show my
          unrecognizable face
My eyes have been replaced
So, I have faith in your transformation
Sometimes the fall cannot
                          come soon enough
You will see when you call out
instead of calling perfection's bluff.
To known pain is to know
                             night from day.
There is no time to waste
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off.
Now. Make haste.

Singularity

Consumed by this craving to express
from the fountainhead where this pleasure pours, you give me so much
From your word, from the ark
                                 of your wisdom
Calm and kind with the light
of all creation is your voice, your face
Melting from my ecstasy,
your hands caress me with
                    such sweetness
then with a sudden surge
as if born from the singularity
from the depths of your love I feel
the shock waves rolling from your body
over mine and we are timeless.
Our every moment, our every urgent
                                     touch and taste
only seems to increase our
capacity for tending the garden
of our salubrious dreaming
while being wide awake.
Back to life, you are the one.
You have tended a blossom
I had thought could not be resurrected
You gave me drink to quench
my thirst for beauty, for gnosis,
for fulgent cosmic love
             as if we were the last
                             people in existence.

Mistress Of The Beat

Mistress of the beat
She dances in fire and forgets the ashes
All blown away except what's reserved to make war paint for her dignified warrior within
She haunts my heart as she reminds me that she is looking for her lover.
Her beauty burns my mind in flashes.
It makes me sad to see the
embers now so thin
I will beseech the powers that be
Tell them it's soon time
to send her one and only other
To set the cosmos right again
and send her flame of the heart alight
Never again to be dimmed

All Is One Is Ohm Is Free

They like to ask what freedom means
Who are they asking?
Most of the time
It's the blind leading the blind
Dead men, dumb
don't believe, don't speak
the language
Burying each other alive
Never having tasted that kiss of light
that lift of flight
seeing through God's sight
Too hold life as sacred
trembling in epiphany
When seeking becomes unnecessary
and nothing left of fear
having already made it
passed many a darkest night
Satisfied no matter what comes my way
when that light breaks the day
To be free
To find yourself in good company
in unison, announcing a mighty decree
"Free at last!" is what we say
To pay the price we earnestly pray
"Free at last!"
steadfastly we fight
All Is One Is Ohm Is Free
and damned be anything to the contrary.

Summoning The Goddess

I should have written to you
at least 100 love poems by now
All of them your's
to ecstatically devour
I'll start now with #1...
Your presence has restored my power
Your arms and heart are an oasis
Welcoming a wounded warrior
Wounded, withered, and undone
How naturally it seems we've
                                          come together
You smoothed out all my feathers
I'm not sure if I have ever trusted
                                          someone more
You are the brilliance of my glowing sun
With our every embrace I want more
I want to know you thoroughly
I want to explore
every possibility of our magic
                                   and synthesis
I feel your love like thunder
I'm so blessed and need it bad
                                       to be your lover
We have only just begun
How much about me will you discover?
You've already seen that you
have summoned the Goddess forth
She lives to see divine lovers as one
and it feels so familiar
that sometimes I wonder
if we have done this before.

Binary Star

Who is my twin soul to me?
A guardian of my heart
                                 to start with
Restoring my heart's petal softness
My golden sea of true bliss
A man beyond my wildest wish
A never-ending kiss
Flying with eternity
That's my twin soul to me.

Who is my twin soul to me?
A reason to live
                  and give of myself
to all humanity
Who gives of himself
such divine light most generously
A gift to my heart to love openly
Of love and light and free
That's my twin soul to me.

Who is my twin soul to me?
A chance to become a binary star
A return to where we're from
To feel who we really are
and all we can become
Back and forth like a little prayer drum
At oneness with eachother,
     God's will, the Hierarchy and destiny
That's my twin soul to me.

What is it a twin soul to be?
Liken us to an etheric flame of blue
as soon as our eyes met
Just like birds we flew
into that fire of unity
Selfing into the circle of truth
and by the power of this prayer as fuel
we give our planet some parity
That's our twin flame to me.

Do We Still Dream?

Do we still dream
when we see it can't be real?

Do we still dream?
Do we still feel?

Or stop from feeling?
A silent scream
of passive self deceiving,

Suspended under a spell
                         of disbelief.

Do we still dream?
Can we still speak?

The tongue cut out.
The future bleak.