Mixed Storm

Mixed Storm, the subtitle of this latest bunch being: Spontaneous Songs from the Signless Land. Guess that pretty much sums them up really, a rough and ready collection of I don't know what from a rough and ready guy who thinks two ounces of meditation experience is the same as a ride in a space balloon. Oh well...

Brain Drain

the brain drain
who is to blame
seeker flame
begins to wane

lookin’ back
over shoulder
what do i see?
ghost movies
tree breezes
cryin’ babies

time to find
the right climb
to go higher
re-energize

loose juice
bowls you out
squash dreams rob puff
churn indulgence
accelerates
to grace no more

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Flag Fly Days

sleepin’ on the dream stretch
nuthin’ better than these
flag fly days
as the trees sway in the breeze
and the radio plays
sweet songs from out of the land
of i don’t remember
that make my body stretch
awake from slumber
but not for long
turn around
simply ground
kickin’ up a little dust
these are the days
the flag fly days
that i never wanna forget
even though i know
i won’t remember

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Rollin' Away

parallel bars
strengthen you
muscle build
in the midday sun
but remember too
the earth is rollin’
away from that sun
when in daylight
it’s rollin’ away
back to the night
to open space
where stars divide
multiply
and replicate

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Shallows

you can only dig as deep
as your equipment allows you to
and equipment comes from
rollin’ thru’ the past ages in –
meditation
contemplation
sittin’ stone deepening within

head hollow means heart
small to the point of tiny
try to prize it open
without the means will only bring
those pinprick victories
steeped in illusion
that send you to the lands
of the elephant
in future times to come

standin’ in the shallows
sometimes has to be
always hidden in the shallows
is a depth of glory
not immediately apparent
and contempt for the shallows
will never send you to the deep
understand that man
u-n-d-e-r-s-t-a-n-d

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100,000s

trace to the face
finger stroke place
back of the hand
in a trackless land...

the great impositor is here
sittin’ right in front of me
i just have to disintegrate
in order to see,
sit in the flames of invisibility
where a 100,000 dawns have broken,
not easy to perform this
hand clap paradox,
to conjure out of thin air
a new construction
in which to abide
for another 100,000 sunsets at least

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Memory Dust

shiny black skull
on a forgotten table
in the hollow sockets
fires shine faintly
mementos from another time
when a man held up his hand
tried to read the signs
and only later discovered
it simply was not his vocation
he never tried to voice those signs
which was just as well –
they were upside down
inside out
the sad result of unseen
provocations
never tried to verbalize
never got physical
but it is still a fact
that he got trapped

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See the Signs

seen above the parapet
i can almost read those signs
when those signs were signless
and i had planted mines
born out of a mixed up time
when moisture was mistaken
for rain
when the pelting sun
fried my brains
made me walk the tightrope
that i was never supposed to walk
funny how things change
i dug within and found only echoes
from a resonance
of times gone by
under different skies
and different names

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On the Trail

meditation
snuffs out
weave the wizard
space in tricks
keep honest
rise to food
and eat well
remember smell
is gold to those
we cannot see
spirit trail
lonely roads
of fascination
conglomerations
crossed in strangeness
ride the weather
wipe my brow
read the signs
if i know how

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Signless Hand

caught my ear
to the ground
roamed on the plains
saw the ranges
bumps from times
incredible
still visible
at least for now

a 1000 fires
burn across the land
special plants
lie beside them
into which they get
thrown into

a gust of wind
can make you jump
and jump you might
with the kinda shake
yer mind is mixed with

told you once
wrote it down
if you want to walk
in the signless land
you hold your hand
upon the dark
in which you see through

signless hand
before your eyes
means you’re blind
and the burning fires
might consume you

a cautious tread
for you to tramp
extreme caution
rules these rocks
at your peril
is this forgotten

perambulations
they continue
sun goes nowhere
only we do
curve to the swerve
spin at an angle
from day to night
ear to ground
stars and space await

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Signless Slippin'

misinterpretation of signs
wobbles the rope
an’ slippin’ from the rope
gives a nasty burn
if when in the signless
clarity has to be
your only foundation
inappropriate words and actions
will twist that rope
an’ send you spinnin’
then you can only hold up
your hand
but your hand is hollow
your song is sung
and led to the desecration
of your throne

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Eyes of Eternity

woke up with a head
like a carcrash symphony
dunno where they came from
those flecks of space junk
stuck in my eye
must have been the sun
but i dunno what to say
dunno what to do with them
except reflect those specs
of eternity come to me

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Curseless Blessing

call it a blessing
call it collectin’
drops from the sky
of a curseless land
can’t call it dreams
‘coz dreams on this
particular bend of the curve
have been dustbowl dreams
backtrack dreams
dreams that don’t mean what
they seem dreams

no point rovin’ through
those times of the
extra curricular
so i don’t say nuthin’
just answer the birds
in a tweet tweet way
with the crows and others
sound on sound
reptile blessing

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Land of the Wild Signals

so ya wanna go
to the land of the wild signals?
do you understand
the lay of that land?
think you don’t
think you don’t most certainly

wild signals of the hand
will make your brains boil
sending you too much heat
and into the lion’s den
where they will chew you up
make it complete
make the destruction complete

bones and bits of aching brain
will be all that remains
once the spirit will have flown
after letting out a mighty groan
of multiple disappointment
and defeat
that is bound to repeat
so understand if you can
the signless land
is wild, young, incomplete

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Squash Dreams

race to the scene
dream disaster
the shinin’ moon
derides epiphanies
broken stones
and bones is what
you’ll soon become
burnt beyond
the face you love
blasted into unknown
territories
terra firma
how equipped are you
to suck the cactus
drink the juice
it has to give
for you to live?

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Mystical Head-Chop

i can see signs
i can see pictures
multiplicity of fires
risin’ from the earth
call me mr mystical head chop
if you so wish
but i would be a fool
to jump into that
particular well
stay on the plains
love those hills
that stand on the land
astonishingly good
for meditation
and go nowhere near
any other kinda crap

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Flashes Incredible

this is what i do
bend to the incredible
do you see it to?
i don’t mind
if you do or don’t
won’t affect
the paintings in my mind
sit in meditation
sit in heat
skeleton contemplation
really kinda neat
and most of the time
there is nothing to find
only the occasional
flash in the sky
a god walking down
the midday street
or the moon under the arm
of the universe
an’ other stuff
maybe a bit too far out to
remember
so i’ll keep it short
keep it sweet

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Journey Pumps

raced to the places
of the sacred traces
mountains misted
before my eyes
all signs visible
in tastes metallic
pumpin’ out shakti
is imbecilic
when masters of the past
raised it to ride

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