We're all on a road to somewhere.
For those missing in reaction
In the darkest of jungles
I’ve hunted & collected
black market creatures
spawned from the crooked deals
of the well healed and concealed
criminal classes
Riding high with Pablo & Carlos
in an altered cosmos
where the likes of Escobar
is a some kind of Super Star
The driving heat
off Wall Street
that insatiable lust for money
that wets more than just
your appetite … honey!
With pretty maids for hire
all in a row
As the blow that flows
up your nose
from down below
The Love Memorandum
Still breathing
Living still
From oceans deep
an immortal spill
The waters testing
in the fullness of time
What’s in your heart?
Who’s on your mind?
Having received
the Love Memorandum
from Planet Freedom
Regarding that love
that doesn’t change
with the wildest of weather
and through all that’s strange
Of love forged
in the fires of forever
A love that never fails
like the latter rains
of a summer harvest
Love that gives meaning
and substance
to this existence
Roaming the endless
fields of poppies flowering
in a land of milk and honey
forever flowing
gracefully she comes
to find me mandala dreaming
under a Tuscan sun
Toads a’ croaking
The sugarcane high
Fools rushing in
where the angels
fear to fly
Gates broken
Doors blown open
Eucalyptus trees
torn asunder
in claws
of demonic thunder
from a cyclonic breeze
God, the ultimate Artist.
The supreme Scientist.
The intimate presence within,
and throughout this existence.
Regenesis … poetry in motion.
Is life but an artistic documentary?
Seen through all the agony
and the ecstasy,
the triumph and the tragedy?
Or are we rats in a laboratory?
Are we but particles
within the part and parcel
of subatomic intricacy?
But a quark traversing the dark?
An infinitesimal part of the mechanical?
Speaking relativity,
where is the power and the glory?
A perpetual quantum
crunching the numbers
in some mindless continuum.
Is that the universal story?
