Product Placement

Thankful that my poem “Product Placement” appeared recently at Eunoia Review…

Eunoia Review

Place your tax break
near my lower bracket
and then brace
for balance
upon impact
as I send you swirling
toward the higher class
of holy angels
that walk amongst us
here on earth.

Place your precious lips
around the swollen ego
of my liver
and then start to suck
twenty years of wine
from the organ
one glass at a time;
red or white,
the story remains
ever the same.

Place your nuclear warhead
on the tip of my tongue
and then dance a jig
as the fireworks ignite
in an electric symphony
of infinite explosions
while I tap and tease
every triggered red button
I can find
for my greedy little fingers.

Place your hopes and dreams
close to my weathered ears
with a wanton whisper
until the winds of change
begin blowing hard
across the wonderland of winter
and the scales
of the seasons shift
as the…

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God, Love, Truth, and Light

I have feasted. I have fasted. I have loved. I have lost. I have done good deeds upon the earth. I have wasted away in decadence and apathy. I have sought harmony and balance. I have raged with the thirst for war. I have both prayed to and cursed God at different points throughout the years. I have stood tall when all seemed hopeless. I have fallen to the floor over the most foolish events. I have kept my word. I have left promises unfulfilled. I have tamed my ego. I have let vanity run amok.

To strive toward an elusive goal that can never actually be achieved because it is continually moved forward in every moment it gets approached can sometimes seem to be a daunting task. But such is the path of life’s journey. It is not perfection which I seek, nor even the pursuit thereof, but rather the deepest state of peace possible in each new moment that arises.

There are so many memories from the past 37 years that have been surfacing lately, some beautiful, others broken. But more importantly, there are infinite experiences still to be sought and embraced. I can see the other side of the shore from here. Let my compass be set toward that which is pure. Let my faith be aligned with a steady wind that guides the sails. Let my courage always be strong and resilient, regardless of whether the seas are silent or stormy.

I’m grateful that a poem of mine appears in the latest issue of The Pangolin Review published out of Mauritius. Big thank you to Amit Parmessur for including my work. “God, Love, Truth, and Light” can be read here…

https://thepangolinreview.wixsite.com/…/current-issue-part-2

Storm 80

 

 

Forest for the Trees

The early months of 2018 served an important role in humbling me. I say that not with any sense of sorrow or regret as I reflect today, but from a state of thankfulness and appreciation. I once prayed that the fire of my karma would set itself upon me. And it did so, both in ways I had fairly predicted and in others that were unforeseen/unimaginable. In order to heal, I was forced to dig deep and realign my focus with the pure intentions that help me to best walk with purpose. I had to discover anew the breath of simplicity that allows for inner peace even when circumstances are chaotic and complicated in the world at large.

I returned to the forest to meditate on how its nature is intrinsically connected with while simultaneously being separate from the trees. Truth, honor, integrity, kindness, compassion: let me always seek to connect with the energy of these higher values.

I prayed for the fire, and it burned me. Now I pray for the blessings of this life to be fully realized, moved toward, and accepted with gratitude when received. I have at times in my past turned away from the very experiences that would potentially bring salvation, but that was only because I knew in faith that such grace still had to be earned.

Each new lesson unlocks the path for further evolution. The real key comes in finally understanding that the gates were open all along. Amen.

Distance Across the Spectrum

Simplify all to the zero-point
Rinse my eyes in the electric swarm
 
Before there was A
there was harmonic vibration
Long after Z
there will be new sounds
 
Amplify all to the higher pitch
Flood my sight with colors beyond
 
Before there was light
there were waves in motion
After the dusk
there is still time to dance

I made a YouTube video recently so as to read a selection of work from the Persian Sugar in English Tea anthology published by Soodabeh Saeidnia. I was happy to have three poems translated into Farsi and included in the volume.
 
The video features poems written by Aimal Zaman, Daginne Aignend, Melinda Owen, Sheikha A., and myself.  Please check it out here:
 
Persian Sugar in English Tea volume 2 cover

Old School

This popped up today in my Facebook memories from three years ago on April 30, 2015. I stand by it for the most part. Why not?

The power of freewill is the greatest force in all of creation. It is the primal energy from which pure consciousness takes directive. A mind that is sovereign and self-aware cannot be led astray, nor tempted by the low energy of this fallen culture.

This is why the institutions of this world seek to smash freewill by placing each person under a spell which leads them to believe that they need whatever type of snake oil any particular institution happens to be selling.

The churches sell God from the pulpit.

The governments sell utopia through socialist programs.

The schools sell the idea of education through their rote, paint-by-numbers, color inside the box, standardized test, single file line, hierarchical system.

The medical industrial death machine sells its wares through allopathic, symptom suppressing medications that never address the root cause of disease.

The military industrial complex sells the idea of freedom and protection through bombs, missiles, empire expansion, war, death, homeland security, and every other ungodly terror that the bureaucrats and politicians happen to dream up from their lofty towers.

The news media sells fear and apathy through its propaganda laced, teleprompter read, corporate messages.

It’s no wonder there is a fog of confusion hanging heavy in the numbed minds of most of the zombie populations of this world. But ignorance is no excuse, apathy is not a solid game plan, and being a sucker is not a wise life path. Thankfully, the solution is simple: Crane the neck, bow the back, and get on with the show.

There is no experience that arises in a person’s life that they are not inherently capable of working through and growing from. That is the way the universe works. It’s called Karma. Life is a constantly evolving system that cannot progress when static is disrupting the program. Apathy leads to entropy. Thus chaos is naturally created to break down a particular set of circumstances so that a higher state of order can emerge.

Those who adapt, survive. Those who don’t, perish.

Books (April 30, 2018)