Like Holy Wine

Like Holy Wine

Careful
Not to become wise
In my own estimation
For as is written
Those who exalt themselves
Will be humbled
While those who humble themselves
Will be exalted

The gifts of the world
Are all perishable
But gifts from GOD are irrevocable

I greet you as my soul
Because everything depends
Upon everything else

This, while all the glass clinkers
And ideological drinkers
Ask you to bow at their shrine

And all the tail gazers
And surreptitious winkers
Fell for your beauty
Like drunken sailors
Who lost track of time

I fell for your beauty
Like a poem
Like an art form
Like an illumination
Like a benediction
Like wisdom

Like holy wine

What Time It Is

What Time It Is

Strength that overcomes weaknesses
That’s what gives us real power

If weakness overcomes strength
May I introduce you
To a close friend
Of mine,
Captain Karma –
The lord’s own right hand man

And if you can’t figure out
What strength and weakness really are
He’ll let you know
(The hard way)
What time it is

I do not recommend
Getting on his wrong side
Where I was buffeted quite severely
Due mostly to
Ignorance and lonesome desperation
And too much pride
Than to anything else

Not that I’m guilty
Or not guilty
Of having made my own mistakes
There are no excuses
But there are levels of culpability
Beyond what it currently known
That el capitan will surely judge
Without bias either way

Justice is GOD’s
But so is mercy

Not Like Anyone Else

And as for the void
It’s not afraid to grind us down
Poco y poco
Not afraid to rub our noses
Humble scarlet
Roses blooming
Valentines breeding
Prisons of pulsing patterns
In the perpetual
New dawn new wave freedom

Let’s really change for a change
Like we had all the answers
Solved in a never say never
Do or die kind of way
Slaves of righteousness
All disease free
And consecrated

You can always fiddle with your bows
Or bring me around
As the thorn offers up
The sweet smelling rose
Say arrivederci
To the dream gone up her nose
Until the wild irish pain
Gets surreptitiously froze
You’ve been served
While there’s still half a chance
Go ask alice
Is a sweet perfume
Soaked in a moon filled
Type of trance
And like all things –
Not like anything else

A rose is a rose is a galaxy
Champagne with the caveat of mystery
So what if you’re heart is broken
It will heal
It will live again
It will rise
And stream like sunlight
Through the land of rock and roll

Once again
Like visions of sugar plums
Opening up in your soul

Like the ridiculous
Bottom line
We’re somehow
Already supposed to know

Even if it’s as a “stand in”
For a whole nother show
That must go on:

I celebrate
What makes you special in my eyes
And like all souls –
Not like anyone else

Not Like Anyone Else

Not Like Anyone Else

And as for the void

It’s not afraid to grind us down

Poco y poco

Not afraid to rub our noses

Humble scarlet 

Roses blooming

Valentines breeding 

Prisons of pulsing patterns

In a new wave new wave freedom 

Let’s really change for a change

Like we had all the answers

Solved in a never say never

Do or die kind of way

Slaves of righteousness

All disease free 

And consecrated

You can always fiddle with your bows

Or bring me around

As the thorn offers up

The sweet smelling rose

Say arrivederci 

To the dream gone up her nose

Until the wild irish pain 

Gets surreptitiously froze

You’ve been served

While there’s still half a chance

Go ask alice 

Is a sweet perfume 

Soaked in a moon filled trance

And like all things –

Not like anything else

A rose is a rose is a galaxy

Champagne with the caveat of mystery

So what if you’re heart is broken

It will heal

It will live again

It will rise

And stream like sunlight

Through the land of rock and roll

Once again

Like visions of sugar plums

Opening up in your soul

Like the ridiculous

Bottom line

We’re somehow 

Already supposed to know

Even if they bring us 

Back from the dead

Even if it’s as a “stand in”

For a whole nother show

That must go on:

I celebrate 

What makes you special in my eyes

And like all souls –

Not like anyone else

Godsmack

Godsmack

As are some humans hooked on smack
They realize
Nothing else can make them happy
And think
That no matter how far
Their reach for happiness goes
It will never be far enough
And they might never come back
As well
GOD reminded me
Whether or not it’s my imagination
Illusion or delusion
Or whatever your political persuasion
That if I ever won an award
Or contest
Or received any modest recognition at all
In my lifetime
For the poetry I’ve written

I would become
Addicted to myself to such a degree
(Even more than I am now)
That it would be worse than fentanyl

But everything boils down
To GOD’s personal love –
627,592 times
More powerful than heroin…

Godsmack

He Gave Me His Hand

He did not take my accounts into account
Such is His forgiving nature

He gave me His hand
And saved me and made me His own
Forever and ever
I enjoy His Love

The True Lord and Master
Is forever merciful and forgiving
My Perfect Guru has bound me to Him
And now, I am in absolute ecstasy…

The One who fashioned the body
And placed the soul within
Who gives you clothing and nourishment
He Himself preserves the honor of His slaves
Nanak is forever a sacrifice to Him

Siri Guru Granth Sahib

Macho Man

Macho Man

Thought paramount
Dreamed mainline
Post luminous
Down dallas way
Round day-glow
Up 4th street
Through portsmouth
Past valentines
Post politics
Flow recognize
Shocker locker rockers
She’s a brain vine
She’s a fountain twist
She’s a salt trade
She’s a dandelion
He’s a free spoke
He’s a moon glow
He’s a glamor flame
She’s an Idle while

She’s a freak sign
She’s an axel blaze
He’s a hot coal
She’s a gin fizz
She’s a ghost story
He’s a glory lore
He’s a fossil fuel
She’s a brick house
She’s a moon bolt
She’s a never-ever
Ending blossom
Like a ruthless
Bruising hemisphere

She’s a fortnight
She’s a blame cog
He’s a line gear
She’s a rocket fix
He’s a chain gang
She’s a fire wire
She’s a free flow
She’s a form fit
Form recognize
Flow tolerance
Makes them train plow
Makes them back spin
Makes them radar
Makes them purple haze
Makes them back talk
Makes them ink dry
Sighing sigh sigh
Crying cry cry
Howdy how hiiiiiiigh…

Thought paramount
Dreamed mainline
Post luminous
Down dallas way
Round day-glow
Up 4th street
Through portsmouth
Past valentines
Post politics
Flow recognize,

Macho man
Macho man now
Macho man
Macho macho macho

Macho man
Macho man now
Macho man
Macho macho macho

Cavalcades Of Light

Cavalcades Of Light

He’s a meme innuendo
A shadow of a shadow
Of the night
Not current
In dire need of editing
With the new algorithm
The latest upgrade
With his rhythm of light

There’s no longer the same respect
Where the mere mention
Of his name
Is cause for inward cringing
And the rolling of the eyes
Behind blinding intellectual shadows
Of darwin’s theories
And marx’s utopian
Lies looking for some imagined god
Say god 23.5
A human imagination conceived and reconciled
To facilitate its own existential insecurity
Met with sadness and futility
To help withstand the pain
And its inevitability
The aging and losing
The rot and decay
It all ends up as dust anyway
Scientifically proven
All the things that you once claimed
As yours –
And all those dreams
No longer dreamed today

I’m down on the corner
Distributing leaflets
Elucidating the espionage
As regards the broken silence
Of his ever abundant mercy
To any loser or winner
Saint or sinner
To any angel or otherwise
But really to anyone
Who is listening

…All existence is a love story
All creation
A story of love at first sight
Every molecule
An endless finale
Sealed with a never ending kiss

Like the stardust
Like the moon in your eyes
Like jewels glowed bright
Begin to sparkle
In your hair
In cavalcades of light

Listening with the heart of the mind

Priceless Pearl

Priceless Pearl

Zen of stars
The transfiguration of graduated poets
The transubstantiation of the one golden razor blade
The existentialism of wrists
Thy wisdom of pure

When weeping within death’s black hands
Or ascending on the power
Of birth’s miraculous dynamo
In the span of a single heartbeat and one solemn breath
As the polished chandelier now shattered
At thy feet glows with a billion aggravated rainbows
And the newborn and dying together sing a chorus
Not once sung before
Not thought or even mentioned
In welcoming the ancient king dethroned
Expelled and (or) forsaken
Mute
Tell me
Who is this impostor?

I have driven fiery nails into your worm wrung cerebrum
I have scarred your bulging aorta
I have watered your violent garden
In the reign of tears
I have eaten the forbidden fruit
And regurgitated the cosmos
I have walked on broken glass like a severe penitent
I have ignored you, brandished you
Hated you
Loved you
But only a rare one
Can ever see you loving them

Those who deny you
Are the sentinels of superstrings
Receiving and dispensing medication
At the gate of the ten dimensions
Thought idolators
Whose mere mention of you
Is a raw, open nerve
To a terrifying orifice
To a patchwork of ego
To the half man
To the sleeper
To the imprisoned receiving bread and water
And calling it life’s celebration, or even
The genius of men?

You lift back the deep purple veil to reveal
The priceless pearl
And those who receive this grace so pure
Spend their lifetime trying to hide it
Or show it to the world