Monsoon Scenery

stuck where we are
destination
lost in the dust storm
so many suns
and so many moons
to try to understand
- but no
same old story
chicken shack songs
of the heart
are all i can sing
sometimes hear
the bell tollin’
but quickly forget
and go back to the
mish-mash
of unrealistic
expectations
that could kick up
a shitstorm
and wreck me

- from Mixed Storm

Sacks of Signs

i couldn’t buy these words
for a million dollars
just stepped into the periphery
of a diamond sweep
after a very sweaty climb
when i believed in the signless
held my hand up
and believed i saw all kinds
of things
that were never there
funny how i can believe
my mind
when it is right behind my eyes
creatin’ heat
that i don’t know what to do with
i kinda sat through it
or at least i think i did
now i walk with an open sack
and pick up whatever i can find

- from Mixed Storm

Dust Prophecy

man builds roads man builds bridges
and like power mountains
risin’ up from outta the dust
an’ breathin fire
man can build cities too

but man is man is man
too replication
got him by the balls
too much um big heap hiawatha
business trickery
means man is mincemeat
in the face of eternity

- from Mixed Storm

Shakti Papayas

read the signs of the hand
from the signless land
walk the razor’s edge
and rest my head upon
the ultimate papaya
rest my head in layers
of smoke unseen
and smoke risin’ means
the thread is read
lost abandoned
let’s swing this baby
to the days of the graze
an’ raisin’ shakti
to hide collide
in her milky rivers
is ecstasy
magnificent really
if dug out properly

- from Mixed Storm

Solar Foam

from behind the eyes
space junk flies
flashes of quakes
from upon the sun
spat through space
in fiery hurtles
and caught by some
the prophet punks
eternity licks
upon their lips
fires desires
upon the spires
of wasted life
when wisdom
fails to bite
spirit pasted
accumulated
weep they might

- from Mixed Storm