A collection of poems written on February 6, 2012 while living in Pejeng, Bali. Needless to say this was a time of great self examination (and writing) for me… some of which I am still deciphering and some of which may never fully be understood… but, I am at peace with that. Because, if I wait to share (until I feel I have grasped what it is I am trying to express) I fear I will miss an opportunity to relate. And, what’s worse- forsake two true purposes of poetry– to make us think more and/or to help us think less….
(One of Seven)
“You have the right to remain silent”
amidst the chaos
“Anything you say or do may be used against you”
in the karmic sense
“You have the right to consult “an attorney”,
or your inner child for guidance-
But, “before speaking to the police”,
a friend, stranger or animal…be mindful.
You are permitted, “to have an attorney present”
or your ego, however it is not advised
And it goes without saying that “during questioning now or in the future”
you are encouraged to listen more than you speak…
“If you cannot afford an attorney,”
sit in lotus and meditate on the fact that you are abundant
and financially supported
Have no fear, my dear,
“one will be appointed for you before any questioning, if you wish”,
by your dear Ol’ Uncle Sam…
But, mind you… we make no guarantees that he actually cares about your livelihood…
With that being said… there’s always this “other” option…
“If you decide to answer any questions now, you will still have the right to stop”
being mass manipulated.
So, Miranda, I ask you… “Knowing and understanding your rights as”
a Divine Being of Intelligence, Light and Love
and as “I have explained them to you, are you willing to answer my questions?”
OR ARE YOU READY TO START ASKING THEM?
(Two of Seven)
What a strange revelation it is-
to feel your own weight-
To live for twenty, thirty, sometimes- One Hundred Years,
without ever seeing your face, Purely.
And what a bizarre experiment of a species we have become.
Declining politely, of course, to get to know ourselves.
“I’m really sorry. I can’t be honest today,
I’ve got the dis-ease.”
Money covers the rubbish, which covers the people,
which are covered by more money…
Whom suggest they’ve found clarity-
in an evolving pit of self-hatred-
Is it righteous to be the blindest of the blind?
To be the most gleeful sinner?
One(s) must question a “next stage”-
or quite possibly, Not…
as is the case- of some existence.
(Three of Seven)
I find the challenge as it awaits,
greeting the day- like a coconut ripening,
only to fall.
my mind wanders the fields of epiphany
Dis-covering in it:
And a collectively eager Society-
to “get lost”.
Why, Thank you friend.
For “I have seen the light,”
And, however lonely this may feel-
(when you are no-where near)
I feel “happier” without you,
And, in me- my skin:
that which hears as much as it feels,
sees as much as it tastes, and thrives,
un-penetrated by the maddened chaos
I deem to call: “My (sweet) Life”
swallowed by silent cries of lonely inhabitants,
in this cement jungle-
and enticing me-
to make myself comfortable…
But, not this time.
not this life…
Not on your life.
(Four of Seven)
“THE QUEST TO PROTECT HUMANITY”
Soothers make grand entrances
in a Distracting Array of abstract images-
contorting to come to sense-
call all by its rightful name,
categorizing to arrange
the misplacement of a brain-
running for presidents,
One-uping the rest,
How dare you ask for help?
Regulating that which will,
never be simmered-
which must boil-
from every dark space-
Rocky road or serene being-
Nectar of a sweet smelling-
feminine pedal falling woman-
erupting at once-
it must boil !
Down to- the core.
and long enough-
the heat of life-
The molecular brink of creation-
its own force
(Five of Seven)
“Curious” use to be praised
And then we gained-
And no longer need our own brain, to think.
I found it all a bit hard anyway,
Thinking- tiring really.
Thankfully I no longer require the ability to extend it.
Thank you Google-
hopefully you offer insurance
on under active minds-
or, we’re all fucked.
(Six of Seven)
“THE IDEAS OF A MORTAL”
When the “being” gets to Be too much,
I turn against the immortal
A human being.
other times- You.
To despair in-
To “Build-up” with-
or frequently just,
For it is in the watching,
of our self destruction,
that we can see.
As no means – to no end.
For infinitely we bask,
we subtly sun gaze-
to build up on Energy,
that which can transform
the existing scenario,
into some- “thing”
Because, to think of it all as meaningless-
would surely bring momentous meaning.
And- that, of course,
would only suggest-
a purpose- Intention:
For us to climb
And, for our tired selves-
this seems a tad- daunting.
But how, on earth, could I survive
more than one of these?
How could i physically,
withstand the idea
When as i stand,
in this shell,
I am more lost than I was in infancy?
Crawling to walk,
only to crawl once more,
on bended knee-
with half realized revelations and,
a fabricated God as my idol?
Drooling at the mouth
from an education that did me no good,
in the final exam,
And having lost out-
on a plentiful chance
to Embrace- what was given.
I suppose I’ll leave the “Living”-
for the next world-
And, take me a side of self-criticism “to go”.
Thanks but, no thanks.
(Seven of Seven)
After 28 years…
I still haven’t a clue
as to the subject matter I have been presented.
I fear I’ll fail the course,
if better instruction is not implemented.
No one told me-
I would be forced to teach myself.
I beg of you…
“Step away from the pulpit”
and speak to me- as we are.
You surely could not know MORE,
However deceiving you are-
in your matured state of appearing.
Your gray hair, it lies.
And, lines of sorrow on your face
they say it all-
How grueling a challenge to learn,
amidst humans… who are no help at all…
I think I’ll try it with an open heart, four legs and a tail…