MADMENS CALLING: pOetRy

There is a point in one’s life where one comes apparently aware of Self,
He sees himself looking at himself looking at himself...
Perhaps afraid to look in the mirror at Infinity,
Everything begins to dance, spirits and inanimate objects.
What buffoonery is this?!

The wistful thinking:
Why did you follow me upon this path my friend?
Fires rage here that will roar through the 5 coverings—there is no protection
from such infernos.
Yet, you still press on…was it lust that made you fall in love. Hahahaha. Is that
courage I see in your eyes, embarrassment, regret, or worry?
Turn your Faith on high now…don’t you see the Earth still under your feet
supporting you, and the water still falling from the sky, bring Life and the wet
moisture.
I know, you left so many things in the world, desires, upon desire, upon
desires…forget about that world now,
Show the Guru, that you are ready to go beyond these shores, and understand that
you are the joy of pure consciousness (satcitananda). Why linger on in transience?
Do you see what I am now? You only have been looking for your Self all this time?
When did ‘hide and seeks’ depth first present itself to you? I know I’m
tricky. It is more fun that way, but enough of the questions. Saturn is soon upon
the horizon. There is another ‘storm’ approaching—a crucible of the heart.

L-US-T
Is in "us",
No, we are in it (lust)
Where does it begin?
Where does it end?
This...desire,
Will I ever get tired of looking at Her,
Those doe-like eyes, clad in collyrium, shining like bright jewels,
Radiating Seduction,
L-US-T
I hate you.
You know that.
My weakness...
My Thirst...
Will I ever be satisfied?
I love touching you,
I love your outfit and the way you did your hair today.
I love the smell of your p....*smile*....your perfume!
I love the smell of U,
But you are more than that aren't you?
You are more than clothes and make-up,
I want to see deeper,
Let "US" dance in the nude,
L-US-T
How did we get here...trapped between the...
L and T
Love and Life
Terror and Time
How much 'time' do we have?
To break each other hearts,
To scream and curse at one another,
To hit, scar, and blame,
To make each other cry....
L-US-T
But it is just'us'
How much time do we have?
To ask for forgiveness...
Can you forgive me?
She: I forgive you.
He: Thank you.
.....
He: I love the way you..hold your head in your hands and look at me....and bite down on your lip.
She: Why?
He: I don't know. It is just Nature I guess. You know, when the flower blooms, the butterfly will come.
She: That is beautiful way to see it.
He: What?
She: Come here
.....
He: What?
She: You wanna hear a secret?
He: Okay.
She: But first we have to take off all our (3) clothes, and wear the wind.
....
She: Now turn off the light...I mean close you eyes *smiles*.
He: Okay now, what is the secret?
She: h-us-h.

She gently craddles his head toward her bosom.

"I can hear her heart beat".

Bomp-Bump...Bomp-Bump...Bomp-Bump.....

He: I love you.
She: You know there are things beyond love?
He: Yeah...I know...but how much 'time' do we have?
She: Time............it doesn't exist.


L-US-T

Om Namah Shivaya

Lost in the labyrinth of desires natural cycles
I constantly call your name
Of all the places in the world I have travelled
Everything is the same
No intoxicating adventure, no riveting cathartic thrill,
I suffer the gravity of capitalistic mundanity
And the prostitution of the "pill"
Yet, still I trek over heat scorched mountians, searching for that which is beyond 'pain'
Through dark subterranean gorges, and swamps replete with rain
I sing you name incessantly
Praying you hear my plea
Wanting know and see, if you truly walk with me
Asking that you save me, from the flaw of my own human design
Crying that you release me from the ego--the shackle, that limits the mind;
Through natural disasters
And bad karmic seeds sown
Of holes in weak mental walls of pain, that need plaster
And friends whom I've out grown
Though my body be disfigured
By harsh tempests of amany seasons of change
In those new blossoming Springs
And frosted blasted Winters
I still will sing your name

"The Dancer"
The Dancer knows who SHE is.
He has danced with her through infiinte worlds
The Waltz, Samba, Salsa, Merengue, the Freak, the Butt, the Tango...
In every world there is a different dance,
So I surrender to the dance, the flow
The sound
The Fire
The Wind
The Water
The Earth
So I spin, and twirl, chocking in this whirlwind,
To try and understand myself
She is the reason
She is the seasons
Sweet, Spicy and Sour
Sattva, Raja, and Tamas
I must overstand all the Flavors
And I must savor the Now, the Present, the Gift
It is Her Kiss
She whispers to me Keep Dancing
Keep spinning, whirling and Falling in Love
I'm in Love
I am in Love
I am Love
Fearless, Timeless and Everlasting

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I have let go of the steering wheel,
And the handle bars,
As Arjuna gave the reins of his horses to Krishna,
I give mine to Shiva--The Destroyer,
Don't not be afraid of the Fires of Change,
The Crash,
The Boom,
The Bang,
I trust the Merciless Nature--"one must conquer their own",
And I pray the Merciless Nature, teaches me,
How to ride the Scropion--and with stand the powerful Sting,
As Shiva rides the Bull.

Disease

I was born ill,
I came into the world breathing carbon monoxide, sulfur dioxide, and CFC’s,
I was kicking and screaming—crying as I returned to Samsara—to the poison of duality,
Well knowing, as all babies know, that I left the placidness of Mahabindu—where Vishnu slumbers peacefully on those cosmic waters,
I have been eating and drinking poison ever since,
In the water, pours raw sewage and industrial waste—fuckin up my kool-aid,
The soil rank with pesticides, hydrocarbons, solvents, lead and other heavy metals—I mean should I eat—give it to God first right,
We have radioactive pollution, light pollution, noise pollution, visual pollution, thermal pollution…
Mothers feeding their babies poison from their breast—hold up now!
Tell me who in this world is not poisoned—who in this world does not have a disease?
Suffering engulfs this Worlds Age,
Here only disease exists—and it will flourish henceforth,
So where is this ease, th is comfort we all so crave and reach for,
It is with God of course,
Shiva the Master of Poison and Medicine has taught me how to digest this poison—
By dancing,
Isn’t that what our ancestors did with they were threatened with the disease of slavery,
Didn’t they dance away the disease,
But the poison is also created by attachment,
Due to Moha
The Bhagavad Gita says, “…attachment is a demonical quality”,
And that attachment is born of ignorance, selfishness and passion,
Attachment brings death.
And becoming detached takes rigorous discipline (begin you training now),
You have the right to your actions but not to the fruits—give those to God,
He is hungry too,
Dont be afraid--Dance!
Fear not--Dance!
Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance Dance until you feel the glory!!!!
Let go of yourself in the Dance, surrender all of yourself to God…that is the only way to escape disease,
I came into this world kicking and screaming—crying that I returned to Samsara—
When I leave this world I will be dancing and crying with joy.

"While Gazing at th Moon"
How many times...How many ways...
Have I loved you...
My Beloved
What is the Origin of this Love Affair
Where does it begin?
Where does it End?
Will I always be reaching out to you.
Only to be lost in the wilderness of innumerable distractions
How many times have I Fallen
To taste the nectar from your mouth--to enjoy wine
To feel your sighs upon my face--to enjoy the breeze upon my skin
To caress your face--to feel the Earth in my hands
To Gaze into your eyes--to look up at the Sun, Moon and Stars
How many Times?
Millions...Billions....Trillions?
Why did we become Two?
You are my food--you fee me
You clothe me--Spirit
What is it, you want me to see my Love--You--you are so much more than Illusion
What must I learn about mySelf.
About Being
Human
Hue-man
Hue-mind
Colorful-mind
Each color is a different lipstick
Each color you kiss me with
I am colored by your Love
In each Color I will find you...
And in the Colorless
In each Sense I will find you...
And the Senseless
In the Elements
And the Ether
You will always be there
Whispering in my Ear
"Come dance with me".
How can I say No
My Lovely Destroyer, My Savior, My Grace, My Goddess, My Love.

You believe me tame (civilized)
Behind these bars, do you not see
the Raging Fire of my Soul

Reason cannot Fathom
the Beloved
the Heart is lucky

In the jungle I seek
Madness and Death--reaching for Love
Kill the Body and the Individual

Ghimja I know you
Autumns blissful song of decadence
My guiding Light

A caterpillar,
Thinks only to be a Butterfly
Rakeem only Shiva

Look past the image
Free Her from the mold
Of your limited projections

The body brings
Separation, Distance, Pain
Let this body burn

Her hair is the Fall
Her kiss, dark winter's chill
I hope Spring never returns

Love changes colors, like the leaves
Every falling leaf an apology
Nature (God) doesn't need to apologize

The bed burns
There will be no sleep tonight
Only wakefullness in the Dark

The promise of spring
Lost in the flames of winter's shadow
I surrender

I look into Her eyes
I pass through Her
And go to God

Adjust your lenses
Look past the body and the image
Explore the inner space

isn't life great

Om Namah Shivaya

What is a Flower?

What is a Flower?
It holds the sweetness a possibilites of existence?
You are nascent life and all forms of evolution,
The "Mystic Center",
And the Heart,
You are the Red Lotus which conquers kingdoms,
The White Lotus in that one becomes a ruler,
And the Blue Lotus that opens the Gates to Shiva's Heaven, and grants liberation.
You are 4 petalled, 6, 8, 12,16, and 2,
You are 1000 petalled the final revelation, The "Great Emptiness".
You are all potentialities unfolding upon the cosmic waters,
You are the Cosmic Wheel.
The Supreme Goddess,
My Beloved
You are my most Divine Thoughts
You are Me,
But I am the Unknown,
I don't know Myself,
I don't know You,
You are the Flower
Who am I?

For why does man live?
For but not, to feel the breeze upon his face
For but not, to feel the warm rays of the Sun upon his Flesh
For but not, to see the sight of the Full Moon or The Eclipse
For but not, to see the Sandy Beaches and the deep blue Oceans


For but not, the feeling of his hand in Her Hair
For but not, the feel of Her Sighs on his face
For but not, the feel of the touch of Her warm Skin
For but not, the feel of the Kiss of Her Lips


For but not, the feel of A Woman

When contemplating oppression, I think of obstacles, I think of hindrances:
To Ones Path, to Ones growth, to Enlightenment--to Moksha

I think of chains and cages locks and bolts the seen and the known

Why is this veil covering my eyes?
It brings me no joy.

That is why as a Scropio it is by my Heavenly Nature to leave no stone unturned, and look into those places that the faint of Heart fear to tread.

Into Darkness, into Death, into the Unknown--Self--Truth.
So, I follow a path of Blood...Ashes,,,Bones...and FIRE
Uncovering dark secrets, reaching into the pitchest of BLACK shadows where those primal keys rest
And unlock those closed doors

Are not keys and doors but opposites Yin and Yang; Shiva and Shakti.
For every door, every hindrance, every obstacle; there is a Key.

Oppression is a "state of mind". Ghandi stayed in jail for month maybe years, and still his soul sang the song of the free, the song of Dharma, and there are many like him.

My people who were brought here by Destiny, my Ancestors were not Slaves. For masters are servants in disguise. They gave a gift and great Service to this Nation; to this World.

They were unlocking the doors of their Children.

So, "I know why the caged bird sings".

It sings because he knows really, truly and completely his is Free!

Burning Heart a Poem


...a burning heart in sorrow deep, what can it do but sigh and weep? You step on my
Heart with your every word, thought and deed; the words of the Heart you bar with
reason and do not heed. Because you [think] impossibly what you [feel], or maybe you
have feelings not, and however much I want to take my heart back from you, for you
my heartbeat will not stop. I am the dust under your feet that you incessantly
delight to overlook and ignore. But still you touch me with your feet and I am
saved. My poems letters are each a teardrop, an in my tears I bathe, so now I stare
at a Lake of Beauty, but we all know the dangers Beauty can bring—the fate of
unlucky seamen when they hear the Sirens sing. So now I stare like Narcissus at my
own art, my own being, at the Beauty my sorrow have doth create, but shall I share
his same complex,his same hapless fate. To live only to know Love's wrench, to die
of thirst, a passion ne'er quenched. But, maybe is better to drown in such beauteous
depths....perhaps at the base of Love, my Heart should be forever kept

The “Unknow Lady”

Dark emerald eyes
Iris petal lips; lets kiss a little
No.....lets….lets kiss a lot

Nectar spilling over
I drink from your mouth like butterflies drink,
Oceans of Beauty’s ecstasy

Agave sweet, Kiss
Peyote and Mushrooms—deathless journey
Love’s merry-go-round.

I breathe in your Heart,
To make love to you; Of course!
I have to Die….

Offer the Individual
Offer the Ego
To the Beloved, to Her

Lips quiver, rapid heart
Fear and Adoration, longing for annihilation
In you, my Beloved

Unknown Lady, How can I
Fathom, that which is beyond the mind,
Will I ever know our True Love?

Death you are my only,
True Friend, I wear a costume, you tell me.
If I take of my clothes will she come back to me?

Your finger tips forgotten,
Half of my bed, cold as the winter
In my cave I await Spring

I remember you
I see you in the night sky of my dreams
Death open your door.


Om Namah Shivaya

Om Namah Shivaya

Lost in the labyrinth of desires natural cycles
I constantly call your name
Of all the places in the world I have travelled
Everything is the same
No intoxicating adventure, no riveting cathartic thrill,
I suffer the gravity of capitalistic mundanity
And the prostitution of the "pill"
Yet, still I trek over heat scorched mountians, searching for that which is beyond 'pain'
Through dark subterranean gorges, and swamps replete with rain
I sing you name incessantly
Praying you hear my plea
Wanting know and see, if you truly walk with me
Asking that you save me, from the flaw of my own human design
Crying that you release me from the ego--the shackle, that limits the mind;
Through natural disasters
And bad karmic seeds sown
Of holes in weak mental walls of pain, that need plaster
And friends whom I've out grown
Though my body be disfigured
By harsh tempests of amany seasons of change
In those new blossoming Springs
And frosted blasted Winters
I still will sing your name