The Aloha Worlds

Aloha Garuda! I am Madam Pele'.
I love all that I am aware of and exist in love
Not in time, but I am a mirror of the Goddess
From her, all forms arise in the cosmos
All are sustained.

Aloha tourists, people of the earth.
Be excellent to each other and be good stewards of nature.
Know that if you visit Hawai'i you come to God.
For I am Her reflection, empty of all notions.
Enlightened Goddess, I bring forth divinity.

Oh mankind what a brief flash you are,
Coming into view between the light of millions of ages,
Creations distant to even the flickering eons of Hawai'i;
Back and forwards from a timeless time into the Beyond of Form,
This is where my awareness roams ... in the Aloha Worlds.

Mankind do not be serious.
For in your seriousness you course in hate and war.
In your seriousness you destroy the earth.
At times, you reduce yourself to such darkness;
And yet, each one of you is divinity dreaming.

Rest Then Impeccably

Rest then impeccably,

Crest the tired-ass thought forms.

Envelop your fiction,

Friction,

The brown-skinned illegals pick fruit

For my non-existence.

Subsistence,
Marxist resistance impossible.

Shake off the plausible,

You are a God, a bod, a Whitman boy-toy,

A sabbath goy of this poem --

Our lives are cartoon moments.

Dig me, I'm real baby,

I really want to fuck you,

Movie theater popcorn cum plots,

Red sticky seats,

White boys on dope,

Hope is shattered (Not).

Dream baby dream of Pele' and peyote,

Roll with the homies,

The commies, the faggots, the sailors,

Embrace exploitation,

Saunter with power in that sky of no time,

Forever was yesterday.

The desert crow moves across the highway,

The mountains skyward to nirvana.

Drink the wine in the dirty glass,

So much has passed,

Arisen,
Then faded away.

With Pele' on the Ground I Sit

With Pele' on the ground, i sit,
Wrapped in vine.
The sun and mist around her
Aloha.

You're Good to Rest Upon, My Dear

You're good to rest upon my dear,
To lay my wondering head on your fine curls,
Smooth and intricate, weaving a forest of secrets,
Above a soft earthly skin revealing fire and the soul's light.

You're good to rest upon,
My heart resting on your confident beat,
Optimistic of the future, almost naive of our karma,
Wandering through the narrow alleys of integrity in this age.

You're good to rest on my dear,
The years do not dust away that feeling,
The ease and confidence of my rest,
Very good in the eternal time of ancient lovers.

Walk the Sky

The walk back should be firm.

When the sky moves with the man

The ground falls into softer spaces.

It's as if the clouds are gluttonous,

Sweaty and fat, bending downwards.

We need a mindless wind,

A wet lip pressing into this afternoon,

Coaxing the thick stubborn air

Into an irrational rebirth,

Arousing the awesome power of the night

Corny Kid

Why do I love her still?
Why do I look out the same window,
As the same spring grows old into the same drying summer?
The wheel has passed us.

Around the seasons I spin in my rectangular prison.
I have no real karma with this world, I guess.
I walk like a ghost or a reporter for Jesus amongst the crowds.
Arrogant and humble at once, alone, yet full of others.

I continue to feel her on this globe,
Like the sickest of stalkers
Or the deepest of lovers.
She sometimes visits my heart.
She sometimes visits my dreams
And tells me she loves me so.

We walk in a green Atlantis that is England.
I hold her hand
And that electric energy alone,
The love between us
Cascades in a dance beyond this world.

We stand holding hands beneath a basketball court,
A shiny wooden floor, high school London suburbs.
"I love you James", she implores.
"The opposition between us is great", Say I.
"I know", she admits so accepting, evenly brave,
As only a dream could be.

When we hold hands, we are not ourselves,
But instead a fusion, a strange one at that,
A mystery for our two chronic egos to dive into,
The tai chi of Yin and Yang,
Amidst romantic tragedy,
Suffering and samsara.

Redeem me to this green and awful world.
I am afraid to fall in love again,
Not for fear of rejection or loss,
How silly! How simple and beautiful that would be.
No, I am afraid I will see a love less perfect than this,
And thus betray both future and past.

I have freed her in my mind. I don't care.
But caring and loving are two different things.
Loving is an indulgence --
I indulge to suffer.
And true love is not caring for only one.

Aloha Pele

Aloha Pele'
I see you wind your way through memories,
Love ecstatic,
Unsoiled by roaring lava and distant hills of sulfur.
Dazzle us with your shiny power and humor,
Gazing from brightness into the dim films of a billion worlds.

Burn us with your hot mellow love.
From afar and within the heart, merge with the Goddess.
Aloha Pele', mahalo.