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.

The Power of Mu

The Earth has entered another perfection,

A stillness in time

Against the cold summer sunsets of cloud heights.

The silence deafens,
And the cum shoots forth in the night of your energy
As the earth melts into the Lava of Mu.

Shiva Waits

Shiva Waits,

He will dance over these wet streets of Manhattan,

Over these bespeckled footprint beaches of Los Angeles,

Shiva will dance and devour our age,

Like a ravenous virgin lover

And all of us will fold again

And mark the dance by the light of our death.

Oh glorious death, Shiva,

Dissolve us in your spectrums!

You will lose us forever

Yet find us again in another dream.

Earth will soon sing to the forests

She will cut down the steel of man,

And set the clouds against his skin,

Freezing,

Peeling,

Melodic,

Revealing the Buddhas and the Arhats,

Who have so long labored in ecstacy

To enroll mankind in their glorious joke,

A performance of dharmas cut so fine

And of such balance,

That to see it once ... .

That's all folks!

Eat for Free

God! Microsoft and money surround my art!

This incarnation is getting old.

At least the pigeons eat for free.

Never Been to San Francisco

Always on Market Street,

Never thinking about the end,

Red brick San Francisco dust,

Never reeking of the art.

Grandmotherly wooden houses never reveal Rome.

Golden Gate Bridge spanning the never of empire,

A finger youthful to the northern forests,

A tingling thigh towards LA's glitter dome.

Never say never in this shell grey town,

Sapped of energy in the never summer of 67'.

Never could a poet have survived such an exodus

Unless the wind carried him beyond the comic-book Haight,

To the never-never rock houses of Oakland basehead babies,

Blow-jobs and AIDS, 

Republican plagues,

The never-ending battleships to amputation Concord --

My god, the city is all cardboard!

At least LA is plastic,

Melting above the swirling always of the desert,

South of this never happening city,

I still 

Have never been to San Francisco.

Travel Light

Travel light and take power gingerly,

Offer cookies to children and rice to babies.

Travel spacious and follow wisdom quietly,

Offer canyon foreheads to Egyptian ladies,

Maybe stopping, but only til' dawn,

Travel briskly with a balanced heart

And you will travel in circles

until you've mastered the start.