The Gaian God Mind

Light and darkness
wrong and right
dualities, fractals,
third eye sight.
Inherent knowing,
 god mind connection
archetypes flow
in separate directions.

Non Linear Poetry Clusters

Non linear poetry clusters

This will be a new medium for self expression.  The only medium for true self expression.  For the ego restrict us into linear thinking.  Inspired by the teachings of Terence Mckenna,the psychedelic experience, and practice of ego-loss, Non linear poetry is an exercise and adoration for the god mind, and holistic oneness.  It is a non linear matrix, representative of the true nature of time and reality.

The Non linear cluster notion works best when each...

The Old Sage and the Secret to Eternal Life

     I f someone came up to you on the street, and offered you a chance to cheat death, would you be listening?  Would it somehow intrigue you for a second, while then quickly fading into obscurity in the

corridors of your own tortured mind?  OK I'll slow it down and SPELL IT OUT for you.

A Man on a street corner, Wearing nothing but a trench coat trapping his identity.

An Old Sage...

Offers you, the secret to eternal life.

Doesn't hand you nothing,

Exchanges no haunting glare

In fact, the absence of both

Make you all too aware

Your taking him up on it.

You've made your own misery,

now its time to meet your own maker

Your the dough , and hes the baker.

You've been rising since birth, like yeast in an old and

dirty glass of beer. Swigged from by the Almighty himself.

You've Known this baker your whole life, As you've come to

call him... Sitting on this street corner.

You hadn't recognized him, disguised and draped behind

a shadow of suspicion.

But there he was. Real as the weeds that defied the concrete

beneath his feet.  You scan him top to bottom, looking

for a vulnerable weakness. You find not a drop to be rung

You ask the man, whats his deal?

Has his mind gone astray

Does he feel?

Is he disingenuous,

Or does his way,

seem all too real?

regardless, you've already taken him up on it.

An offer such as the secret to eternal life, Man!!!!

Is that a sweet deal!  Even if this alleged high priest

stank of a filthy swine, It simply would have eaten your

mind and shat out regret in a coiled stench of diarrhea ( sorry

for the unintended, yet highly unavoidable imagery)

To ponder for the rest of your miserable, regulated days

what would have happened, if you had JUST taken him up on

it.  So you do... There u go! Now if that's not buying your

ticket and taking the ride, I don't know what is!

Your minds eye blinks... As you are made all to aware

that you've been sitting here deliberately debating your

next incalculable move, while The blessed bum awaits.

"How much, for this secret?" You say... As if in some

desperate quest to stall for more precious time.

The old sage stalls for a second, before slipping said words

from his lips...

"Every unscheduled hour of your waking life"

As my brain slowly comprehended the gravity of the mans statement,

the sage had taken it upon himself to deal a most unimaginable new

deck of cards.  My body language belied my bewilderment long enough

for him to pick up on the fact, that I am taking him up on it, once again.

Suddenly, and unexpectedly, he pulls a pen from his pocket

placing it in my perspiring palms.

He says to me...

This pen is precise

With a mood , You entice

Your words come to life

and dance off the page

Your ambition is audacious

With a crude, old device

My feelings melt through

the bars of your cage

Your impression is implied

With a judgement, u deliver

My frail frame quivers

I can feel the old age

With the passage of time,

Each rhyme rings decline

Only your words will remain

To become this old sage.

...and we eternally coalesced, universal paradox's be damned.

HOO-rah

The Friday Night Brain Freeze in the Freak Kingdom

 Working Title for short story: "Snowflakes in hell: A zombie luv story"

current status: incomplete...

Chapter 1: The Friday Night Brain Freeze in the Freak Kingdom

    I  awoke to a strange pulsing sensation.  This sensation crawled through the air and echoed into my ear cavity.  Slowly, it slithered down through my ear drum and ignited my senses alive.   I had suspected a soothing and serene melody to awaken to, but this morning it would be different.  Apparently my inebriated and idiotic self forgot to set the music alarm last night.  Instead of the mellow tunes of some sweet smooth jazz radio station, I restarted to the bland and irritating noise of a beep sound wave hyped up on steroids. 

My eyes were red, and swollen.  My face sunken and dark.  The rings inhabiting the lower reigon of my eye sockets were vulgar, and very defined...

The Urban Oasis

    S omewhere along the crooked line, you'll come across a vast oasis draped symmetrically amidst the concrete jungle.  the buzzing of cell phones like digital fairies darting between the formidable landscape.  The howling of taxi horns can be heard just beyond the boundaries of its timeless space.  Its beauty and design so eloquently part of its nature.

As you look around, high and low...you catch the finest nuances of what it means to be alive.  Towering mammoths and the smell of sizzling hot dogs envelop your senses.  You close your eyes.  You feel the warm grass; generations of pilgrims who have traversed  the trials of time and space just to step foot on the earth you now lay claim as your own.  

You see the sparkling of turbid water, and the racing of toy sailboats.  You walk through the

BALANCE...

BALANCE

THE YEAR IS 33,33, 33

and the stars are now our lightposts and road markers

weve come to know , 

an insane balance.

a contradiction of calmness.

of steady hand

and iron fist...

conquering dimensions

reality, unfoldment.

an intergalactic, time phone

cascading through the fractal self

the great eye

the dancing feet.

33 wishes

made out of meat.

forged from the imagination

the great equalizer,

ever present.

embracing:D

The Human Hive Mind

"The human imagination may be a hive mind dissipating ideas into lower dimensions.  This dissipation causing somehow more dimensions to form in their wake."

     W e darted and weaved into the jungle like the car we were driving was destiny.  It all rose in a steady crescendo, and got confusing just before it was made all clear.  My sister, being ever the embodiment of the male spirit, kept asking me... 

"where are we going"

and 

"are u sure were going the right way?"

"Yes....Ive been here before. Everything is fine."

We took one of the main veins called Bowery towards the center of Manhattan Island.  We passed cultures both western and eastern right next to the each other.  China town, brimming on the same ground as a corner bodega store.  It was beautiful.