Who Killed Doctor Moore?

Who killed Dr. Moore? Why? What's the reason for? 

Dr. Susan Moore first fell victim to the Corona virus. 

She was at the mercy of a racist doctor in a racist town called Indianapolis. 

Corona virus had claimed many lives, predominantly black. Dr. Moore new that and more. She knew her medical treatment was poor. She pleaded, to the doctor, she cried. 

She said this is how black people die. 

Who killed Dr. Moore? Why? What's the reason for? 

The president of the hospital parking his luxury car in his reserved spot said treating Dr. Moore was intimidating, her knowledge gave them quite a shock. They didn't listen to her requests because she only thought that she knew best. It wasn't because she is black. That wasn't why, and that's a fact. 

Who killed Dr. Moore? Why? What's the reason for? 

She asked them for oxygen and Remdesivir.

Their only advise was to persevere. They said,

"You know, you breathe quite fine. 10 PM is your discharge time. Goodbye to you and good luck. Sending you home means we don't give a fuck."

Who killed Dr. Moore? Why? What's the reason for? 

Hospitals often devalue people of color, and dismiss their pain. 

Dr. Susan Moore knew exactly who to blame. 

She wasn't shy, true, she was emphatic. 

But they looked at her like a drug addict. 

They sent her home to die instead. 

But it is they whose hearts are dead. 

Who killed Dr. Moore? Why? What's the reason for? 

Fire Forever

Truth-Light

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Fire Forever

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Spiritual Cleanser

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In Love Together

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Burning Bright

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Preparing Me 

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To Fight Darkness

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Day Tripper  

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Born of the Night

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We Go To Fight

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To Walk In 

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The Fire

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Vanquish Desire

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Cacophony

I have a cacophony of insanity but it's not all mine.

You can be blessed and cursed at the same time. 

You can be crazy and the most sane person around. 

Only God knows my 

burden and my crime.

We're all criminals

albeit sublime.

Listen Love

Our two hearts
sharing in the beating drum
The sky is a dance hall
Eyes swoon deeply
developing a love language
interpreting our
inmost knowing
We are fellow travelers
We follow the radiant sunlight up the golden
staircase of our
endless embrace
I think you know by now how I adore your selfless and tireless commitment to giving of yourself
I give myself to you for
always and forever. 

This Tree of Eternity

We have grafted this tree next to an eternal spring. It's strength is in the branches stretching high and wide. 

It's strength is in the roots that blend together. 

It's trunk is the refuge of the Mother's little creatures. Can be embraced for dear life and climbed to see for miles around. The sound of leaves slapping and clapping in the wind as if something is about to begin. This tree has lemons, pomegranates, figs, and cherries. This tree feeds all who welcome the sun for everyone. It sap will be the amulet amber of seven nations. Protecting and preparing for a brighter day.

Chicago Red

Burnt Offering

Ravenous lions were out for
blood that night
Like the baby in the bull rushes
A hidden birth in a barn
Wise men come from Qumran to say
"I see you, Lord."
Not estranged of spiritual duty
and with unequivocal knowing,
enough to make the journey,
bearing offerings to burn, kneeling
before the anointed, condescended
to the same prison of flesh and
world of men who
scheme and grind away
and cause their own decay
like God has done with all of us
Countless rounds of birth and death
But we could just stay awake
from one dreamscape to the next
We could stop always dying
a little every day
at the hands of a foreign dictator
their puppets, and ourselves,
perhaps the worst of all

There is a rumor: Jews always
kill their prophets
But this never happened!
"Give us Barabbas!"
Bar Abbas
Hebrew for Father is ABBA
Bar is for Son
So the Jews chose their messiah
James the Just, the brother of Jesus
was revered as the Bishop of
the Jerusalem church of the
People of the Way for over 30 years
From the Gospel of Thomas:
The disciples said to Jesus,
"We know that you will depart from us.
Who is to be our leader?" 
Jesus said to them, "Wherever you are, you are to go to James the righteous, for whose sake heaven and earth came into being."
James was killed in his nineties
Then written out of the living proof
that miracles can be done with
with man as vehicle and for his benefit
The benefit of all mankind to live exhaulting our Creator's masterpiece

A schism in the doctrine of Christ between the followers of Jesus
and a sicario working for Herod
now claiming he found Jesus
He's been saved and do it his way
From a pink cloud of delusion
power was consolidated
under the bloody cross
All connection to the real work
Jesus had done was all but lost
Yet everything hidden will be revealed
Unearthing heaven's promise
with sign and seal
From the Dead Sea Scrolls,
The Gospel of Mary
to the Gospel of Thomas the twin
Which tells us,
The disciples said to Jesus,
"Tell us how our end will be." 
Jesus said, "Have you discovered, then, the beginning, that you look for the end? For where the beginning is, there will the end be. Blessed is he who will take his place in the beginning; he will know the end and will not experience death."

Hidden for nearly 2 millennia
Coptic priests suspected the worst
They preserved the parchment in
earthen vessels, protected
their whereabouts, not wanting
for them to be destroyed
Wanting those living words to
someday come to light.
A child's discovery then
promised us Thomas, she held it up
to her poor parent's eyes
They took it from her and
burnt some for kindling
before selling the rest in a crowded
Egyptian market.

More Than 400 Years

There is a void left behind every last time they snuff out a person for being black.
There is a rage that blinds
Because we know how many times a day they come under attack.
The racist don't know this is a kind of deadly virus that consumes the soul and defines them as the enemy.
All that will be left will be death, so before we let that happen, after more than 400 years of it, we must make the Devil quit. 

Make those responsible most pay for all the tears.
The Devil Trump must resign in disgrace and paint his white face like a crying clown,
crying an eternity in hell.

Fallen Leaves

The fallen leaves I catch in my teeth before they sink into free falling reams of
thought tears and naked fears getting stuck in the gears lighting bonfires of vanities that back-light a band playing only golden tambourines.
Telephone lines serve now only mice who spy like rats who have greedy little hands and a hunched over spine wearing their honesty on their rolled up sleeve to pretend that they don't steal my melody schemes.

I want to hear him sleep soundly, my prince, I don't have to convince him to go to the 3 AM ashram where we disembalm knowledge that has fallen quite far from the tree to be it's own king that will reign supreme failing to see all the little ones clamoring to be free and eat of the fruit bright tangerine dream. Like trees we lean to the sun, we grow straight up, we bow to the water. 

Like leaves we learn that falling is floating, our buds will come back in full bloom to embellish the garland of our past, present, it is always now and then is the hour.
We give hope, protection, and ecstasy is dawn in lover's arms, how else to fast and pray for intervention? 

Live Like You Just Landed

Chorus

Live like you just landed

Live like you just landed 

When life leaves you muddled, morose, 

                       and stranded

Wake up and live 

like you just landed

Be a witness to the flame

No two people are 

                     just the same 

Do a dance & jump & fly

You're  a miner, 

                     dig your claim

To be alive don't just survive

You've got to live 

               like you just landed

Feel the pulse of everything

Behold the light of 

                          what you see 

Listen to the song so sweet

You'll understand you

                    have been asleep

before you lived 

               like you just landed 

Chorus

Listen closely to the rocks

Look deep in the eyes

          when someone talks

Get off your ship 

            touch down your feet 

You never know whom 

                   .      you will meet 

You can give and 

                         get so much 

when you live like 

                     you just landed

Dedicated to  the friendship of Karl & Henry. 

Lover's Shaktipat

To keep each other centered in heart
God brought us together as divine lovers
To have direct contact with our Savior
transformation into the Shiva Shakti
                                   colors of ecstasy
a timeless Tantric kiss is discovered
Our light bodies hover above the temples
                                             of our bodies
encouraging each other to increased stillness
the bliss of living in our heart/higher mind center
Our temples bow before the door, we enter
Over and over we play and pray
For my bosom is the heaven of the Goddess
my Love for you and what you represent,
nothing short of the perfected in every way
                                             man the God.
Our song is the song of two souls in communion
kneeling at the altar of our prayer offering solemnly
before the great Shivalinga our presence and persistence
We drink from the fountain of love and synthesis
The original birthright alchemy
At one in each other and the Lord Supreme
for we are wasting time unless we are awakening.
Shakti and Shiva's energy of potent love within 
and I am so anxious to begin again.

                                       

Consciousness Glyphs

Keep the fires burning for all to become artists.
Of their own imprints, akashic files for miles.
"Hello Self. Nice to meet you. Excuse me while I kiss my inner child."

Ego is dissolved integrating wild like the wind.
There is no path for planning.
Why am I never understanding?

All we do is change the dance when the song unwinds
seconds before the universe unfolds what needs to be heard.
Line after line surrounds the eyes on the face of the future.

Will worry become extinct?
One Billion years in the blink of the One-Eyed God.
Our glory in uncertainty and surrender forever.

Close to God breathing and birthing us into existence
with consciousness glyphs.
 

Remain Still

There is no beauty 

except rising from 

             the ashes of 

             endless vicissitudes 

Beneficent mystics are

            not subject to this

Knocked down tumbling

              wave after wave

Humbled by the sanctity

I am face down in darkness

being flashed by 

             light from on high

Waters crystallized by

                          my emotion

A vast ocean receding

                       after the flood

This teetering on the 

                   ledge called love

Awake to all tidal pain 

I must remain still and pray

Near Death Experienced

Contradictions

I didn't know until 

just in time.

This pen wielding 

mendacity makes out of control contradictions.

In fits of rage. 

In stacked stones.

The slightest breeze

out on the ledge

hoping that nobody's looking.

Dragging on from

jagged steps to 

natural slides of how 

I need to confide. 

I want to be read!

Where are the uneducated?

Free them with my love! 

Withering me,

my own words choke down and dangle before the 

mind on the street. 

The words are water of

wizened memory stones.

Not necessarily true.

Perhaps all I've got 

but the emotion. 

I didn't know until 

just in time.

That I was the poverty

and all I had to do 

was really know instead 

of hope and all the magic

happens in you and me

and the heart of the sun.

So In Tune

Now I don't ever 

want to hurt you.

Just wanna be 

music to your soul. 

We have been on 

our own islands.

Flashing green and red lights when it's time

to come and go. 

(Chorus)

I am so in tune with you. 

So in love with you. 

I am so in tune with you 

So in love with you. 

Even if the tune is blue

the notes are no less true. 

We see eachother through. 

So in tune with you. 

We are waiting for our

getaway rescue.

When it's time we will know

and make our stand. 

For now we'll make it

through most nights 

alone, lonesome, a bit low.

(Chorus)

Sometimes when you start

something new

the past can make time slow

The clock's dragging

it's hands

but the future has us

in it's sight 

The old regime to overthrow

(Chorus)

There is a God in me & you. 

Above, within, Below. 

Heaven is not a distant land

When we hold 

eachother tight

we don't have faith, we know. 

(Chorus) 

Manita de Plata

We always called you
Manita de Plata
Little Hands of Silver
Manna--the truest gift
there ever was.
We knew you
before I delivered.
Today you have never been so tired.
More has been handed to you of hardship
than a crew shipwrecked.
But you are stronger for it
though it doesn't feel like it.
Since 5 years old
you had a silver streak
in your golden hair.
Your green eyes could
speak volumes to me.
This last week has
been a nightmare
of misdiagnosis and surgery.
I feared for your life.
I begged to trade mine
as I saw you fade.
What is my life without you?
To see you sleep now
gives me such peace.
Your hands of silver were never handed a
silver spoon.
But you have wealth of heart, mind, and spirit
few have ever known.
You are my hero
and my home.

Martyrs Toast

What can I say politicized me?
Navigating heaps of tragedy.
Watching people bleed to get attention for the masses of dissension.
Tightening belt buckles from second hand stores.
Passing on the sidewalk
children, mothers poor.
Too tired to try
Too humble to cry
Wondering what it's like
When the last speck of will will die.
Clinging to questions about equality
Not prayers to win the lottery
Not just in words but deeds
With every plant began a seed.
Ideas are planted deep
in children when the road is steep.
I was that child who felt the struggle of those abroad and close.
Alive is the cry.
Our blood in the street
is the proof that they need.
Mobilized, immortalized 

To martyrs a toast

 and forever remain close

to our hearts until the end.

We will feel the beat

and march for peace

once you are avenged. 

Dedicated to Q.S.

To Make Every Moment Holy

You have taken up your yoke as a teacher and behind the scenes preacher. You may not fully understand but don't profess to either. Waiting for a sign post. Make holy for the heavenly host. Calling out to Hussain and James the Just. Knowing there are few to trust. Adding to the pillar of a true, new collective. Carry the load and create perspective. Tell me how it is to make a difference. Tell me how to extinguish other's indifference. Over three years of deepest mourning while carrying the light through constant storming. The cradle of civilization will rock. The clock goes slow, goes fast, tick tock. Be satisfied with every moment we've got to push back the rot.

Hand In Glove

Do you know how much I love and miss you darling? Like I can't breathe. I know that we're never really apart, but that doesn't change my broken heart. I adopt your fierce eyes of love. I embrace our forever. We are like an eternal hand in glove. What can I do? What can I sing but La Llorona? I feel your presence around me as radiant as the sun's corona. But I hurt persistently. I am plagued by these gifts. I want to cross the dimension of our rift. I'll find you everywhere in every moment. Perhaps someday God will ease my torment.

River Of Light

What does it say about you

that you won my heart without trying? 

That we simultaneously surrendered to a flood of love that we couldn't see coming? 

What does it say about us 

that with just a touch, a kiss

we become a river of light

a brook of bliss? 

Transported this way and that, careening with no boundaries

towards that star once so

hard to imagine getting to, let alone to hold.