Beings

Beings

To those who continue to believe in life.

Life never ends for us As long as we co-exist

It continues through our loved ones

Family and/or friends. Even as

Our chest cavity rises falls like waves

Breaking upon the shores

As our whole consciousness travels

across countless dimensions of time/space

Wind chimes and incense pour

Through time portals in the heavens

Between us in all our ancestral forms

And of dreams becoming more.

When …in reality

Passions above and beyond our capacity

Are inborn although not inbred

In ways which far exceed our grasp as individuals

However, those who cannot see…

Overlook our potential when collectively

We are enabled to assemble more together

Our mind, bodies and spirits can project

Guardian-Spirit, calls collect

se...

Horizons fall

Bon soleil… a person, anyone of us

Able to view a magnificent sunrise. Overlayed with a plan of what to do next. Or if there is no plan. No need to project a schedule of priorities, food for the body, mind, spirit and soul.

Have no responsibilities to attend,

favors to blend. No loyalties to defend.

No ends to have to produce

…an output to support demands

…for a payment plan.

A conceptual construct to feed an obligation

to some perceived debt, foreseen in someone else’s obvious dream of conquest, a platform

from which at least they can project their Needs

a scheme to product an imaginary precept called debt to make one believe you owe for something you might believe is yours

but to continue to receive you must pay …A tax

To Be due on regular intervals.

Not quite ownership …well maybe,

...

Sky walker

Full moon rising 
casting shadows with a glow so bright

breaking the silence
i hear catfish jumping in the dark

As the nightbirds cries and crickets calling
don't let me be lonely tonight

A lone wolf heard over the Desert wind 
as it sings with an unearthly howl 

Like Blues talking souls rising from shadows 
Speaking to me in my dreams

Trying to do my best 
…in this world

Hoping to do better… 
in the next

They call me the sky walker
dream talker

Treat me right… 
I’ll be your friend

Treat me wrong 
it might just ...be your last

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Means

Abacus To calculator. We rise, beat drums

send smoke signals through land lines

To cellphones 

Stone circles to sundials

a gift of a discerning eye utilized a compass

by harnessing magnetism

a simple lens

evolving to binoculars Telescopes Electricity

to TV’s Computers back to smartphones again

with cameras 

electron microscopes or Hubble/Webb space

backtrack to utilizing natural materials

fashioned into useful things

Simple tool using To toolmaking

wood crafting forging creating plastics

chemical extraction

before there were things which elevated our dreams

a mastery of a sort of awakening as beings

Individually Selectively

Whether accidentally or deliberately Collectively

Things We were enabled to achieve

Once we had the means

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A single kiss

A single kiss
A single chord played on the guitar

a drumbeat rhythm rocked the cradle 
of my consciousness 

Elevated my mood
a step or two… much to my delight 

My perspective grasp 
grew by exponential leaps 

releasing greater potential

Innervisions taking flight 
to new dimensions

Ramping up energy 

As i emerged imbued with spiritual energy 
As if a gift inspired with ancestral insight 

Excited to my core i feel inclined to soar 
Ready, willing to explore 

Now, restored started memories in motion
resonated through my soul

stirred something depths within 
Touching walls within my heart and mind 

free at last from the kindergarten edict
not to venture ahead of the class

an admonition/reminder of the rule 
not to...

Evil-nomics (revised)

Imagine 365 tv monitors in a large room

Each one tuned to different stations

volume turned up to the sky

spreading the news

Or Is it...

Just more of the daily Blues

Cain and Abel stories
magnified

In every dimension
Chock Full of evil rising

And of... what's best described 
as All Hell breaking loose

Trying crack-baby hard
Not to mention

The Not-Christian Right is getting uptight

Because Nazis and Terrorists are joining their cause
Cause UGly is beautiful, now... 

Next, will "Baby-makers" to be gathered in "birth centers"
So legions of the new Sparta can be raised

Saints be praised the king has decreed
the wealthy are fed well and safe

while those less wealthy... fight and die
while shouting their creed

"long live the king"

The supreme court is in the mix
cloaked in the smoke <...

Mister Blues man

i heard the blues man play

he told a story of his life...

told of a pain which never goes away

in my head i...

listened as he played guitar

felt the painful sting of every note

as if ascending from the depths

from oceans of tears

a loss which made me cry inside

recall sleepless nights where i

had only a broken heart and swollen eyes for company

lost somewhere sofar inside

somewhere far and deep

until something in me spoke

its time to get up, catch a smoke and fly

told me it was time to pick up my broken pride

like a rising leviathan emerging

from another space n time 

casting expressions

like waves cast 

written in the moment

like ripples on a starlit pool...

on long misty days in summer

cold windy nights in winter 

and i... alone...

too hurt inside for moving on<...

Rise

On a journey
from one dimension to the next
Sit back
unravel your purpose
from the ties that blind
relax 
unwind
clear your thoughts
free your mind

this is only a test...

Rise

Adjust your ancestral vision 

reconnect...

realign your mindset
climb above the clouds of doubt

It is ...Time to awaken
expand your mind see through the haze

past the performances of the shadows

of the deceivers

elevate your visions beyond your imagination
to unlimited dimensions 

beyond undue limitation
to the place ...you belong

set aside the hypocrisy 
of those whose minds refuse to see
past the attendant chain-reactions

and the cascade of mirror madness

distractions...

of what is now called 

PTSD

Disregard their clever tactics

hy...

Meditations

Cancel out the chorus of alarms

sent to shake you up...

Decrease the volume of the million things

which beg importance  yet deliver nothing you can't do without

Cut strings to those who scream and shout

but bring nothing but pain...

breathe deeply in and out. hold on... then let it all go

Release all the clutter finding us In this moment

Being thankful We can choose to be showered in graditude.

We, who have been ...chosen to continue

For the way... Our way/Our truth

Paid by those whose bodies endured untold agony

outlasting pain and misery 

To give us This moment in time

for freedom to be here, now 

To carry the spark from the heart of humanity <...

Whether ...Or Not

Whether …Or Not

If we could time travel. Why not go back to way back when.

Where/if we can blend with spirits

as friends Rise above the noise of battles untold.

And leave our enemies lifeless, cold, dead, empty shells.

Let buzzards feed on their bloated flesh.

Flies revel in the stench, fill the carcasses

with maggots until there’s nothing left

but let jacals feast on the bones.

Would we breach the void

Raise Hell And win

All the wars we lost in time

Bring back family and friends

Yet could not avoid when fate intervenes

to give our enemies the same.

But then as masters of the game.

We would shake off hurt and pain,

shed the death masks, reanimate our flesh,

breathe back life into our bones

overcome all fear and rise again.

Eventually cradle the tired sou...