She Sings the Words Alone

  1. He sent them:
    To me, all beautiful women
    He could have for a smile
    Or a quest like war
    Killing love for it’s own sake
    “Still I wanted him
    To love me.”
    She sang the words
  2. Suspended,
    Before the chase
    Blood covenants spilled and broken
    For promises
    For kingdoms
    Twist yours into mine
    “Birth these devils for us
    Double blade inside you
    All your life.”
    She sings the words
  3. My heart hold itself now
    For a song
    She sang words I dreamed
    She belonged where I wanted to be
  4. Now a snake awakens
    Rattles shaking
    Bare your smile for the kill she sings
  5. He never wanted me
    My own hands caress my soul
    I ride my own horse
    I write my own place
  6. He can say
    He did
  7. He believed it too
    She sang a song
    That emptied his chances
  8. To keep me forever
    Greek chanting chorales to the play
    “I am the alien .” she sings the words,
    “Winds and thunderstorms
    Make love to me.”
  9. Background noises
    Sounds of men who used to be
    Passed into yesterday
    Epic even though they fell
    For other loves
    I do not even own my own
    It flies
  10. Lost
  11. Over dark continents
    That nothing is worth
    The pain of everything she sang
    Words carried drops of confusion
    Of old perfume and inverted logic
  12. Really it was men
    Stumbling in a giants footsteps
    Trying to walk
    In prints to big to fill
    Carrying a broken heart
    Before she broke
    She sang the words
    I put into her mouth to sing
  13. She came near
    Once she filled my nose
    With the smell of sweat
  14. Now she sings the words
  15. No one ever really heard them
    Humans don’t know
    How to hear the aliens
    The glory of life swells
    It plays arias of love
    It plays with hearts
    Letting out the life
  16. Stopping
    Each beat forced
    Ideas ripped away
    She sings the words for angels
  17. Juxtaposition
    A punishment of words she sang
    Breath hurts the chest
    Notes shot from taut strings
    Sounds killing
    Metal tipped destroyers
  18. My own soul I love alone
    I eat alone
    I drink it’s blood alone
    I sign it’s agreement
    In blood by myself
  19. The roar of crowds is for others
    Men worshipping are not for me
    They no longer worship God
    They worship Giants
    They worship youth and strength
    They worship beauty and power
    Yearning for magic
    Quicken your feet
    They are walking

Facebook Asks Me…

…What’s on my mind?

Sexual odes to Love,
Iridescent bubbles,
Slow dancing with angels,
Infatuated euphoria,
Music that makes me smile,
Writing love songs to my beloved
Sprung full grown from my brain
After giving me a headache

What’s on my mind…

Dark eyes filled with stars,
Leather and sheesha,
Galloping across the plains,
Mountains in the distance,
Hawks on our wrists,
Flung skywards
Full of prayers

What’s on my mind…

Deep blue evening,
Round pebbles making water speak,
Hung around your neck
Wear me,
And I will wear you,
Leaning on the tree to big to move,
Breathing in you
Breathing out you
In and out moving
Into darkening

What’s on my mind…

The room The screen The words The end.


Nothing against that most interesting…

I had a friend last year that expounded Osho in depth and focused in on how morality was relative and meant nothing. This while he was screwing the love of his best friend’s life behind his best friend’s back and she was married to SOMEONE ELSE….and SHE told me in confidence this ‘love of her life’ used her and her husband, like a leech, to get a head…all the backstabbing that went on behind smiley faces and hugs and peace and love and light!

Now this friend from last year has gotten a girl pregnant…and now he is back tracking on the validity of his beloved Osho….He does not want his child to see an immoral life…Let me tell you about living honestly….

Once upon a Time there was a hippy family named Kane. They lived out back where a huge moto-cross field connected a poor neighborhood to a middle class one and we all rode it or hiked it or visited across it or rode the ‘Iron Horses’ there when the horses still bucked. The Kanes lived behind Mo-jo and they were all about peace and love and light! They were Osho Hippy Diciples and they biked to his events where ever they were in the late 70’s. Their mother was a skinny radiant meth-head who strip teased at an all nude reveiw in a seedy biker bar and her husband LOVED this…They used the, ‘Do what thou wilt be the whole of the law’ plus a dash of Hinduism and Buddism thrown in for good measure to excuse thier swinger lifestyle. Free love…peace…smoke dope…party…that was all the order of the day and then she got pregnant with thier baby boy. His real name I will withold but I will give him one…Jasper.

After much consideration and many soul searchings asking me…asking Mo-jo…asking Mike…asking everyone they could they threw our advice out the window and decided to live thier lives by Osho, freely and honestly, in front of their son….so he was raised around sex, drugs and rock and roll from a small child.

The few times I partied there that small boy would run from person to person begging for a sip of beer or a token toke off a joint and sometimes his father would even sanction this. His father WAS the head of that family and if he said his son got whatever he wanted he did…even to watch his mother have sex with someone else because he was curious…because it was GOOD to be so free and honest….

I left that group long ago…

the last time I saw Jasper he was 6 years old. The last time I heard of the Kane Boys was that they were running from the law in 1990….

I heard about Jasper not long ago. He is 30 years old now and has been in and out of jail all his life for drugs and armed robbery. In 2003 I heard he would not be pardoned until he was close to 50….