Kiss

That kiss,
your lips,
holding you,
in my arms,
your eyes,
your lips,
your kiss,
holding you,
in my heart,
we kiss,
our lips,
holding us,
deep in our souls,
your hips,
swaying to and fro,
away we go,
into some secret dream,
so it seems,
almost like true love,
almost like divine joy,
some kind of happiness,
bliss invading this ethereal place,
dreaming deep,
into your dreamy eyes,
touching you,
running my electric fingers,
gently around your glowing face,
we kiss,
our lips,
our hips,
our dreamy eyes,
no lies,
our masks,
slipping away,
every trace,
swept away,
into this honest place,
where love exists,
where love insists,
another kiss,
another touch,
another tender tryst,
with sweet love,
entwining our thoughts,
enmeshing our minds,
so veracious love finds,
your lips,
your kiss,
your eyes,
nothing amiss,
two hearts,
two minds,
two lovers,
sweet love somehow finds,
our lips,
our kiss,
our hips,
swaying together,
reminding us,
the moon is smiling,
the earth is spinning,
true love is grinning,
again and again,
as our lips,
such sweet kisses,
such tender touch,
it's not too much,
it's just us,
swaying together,
while music reminds us,
love is near,
love is here,
with us,
holding us together,
while a candle flame flickers,
to and fro,
and we know,
love has beckoned,
another kiss,
another touch,
it's not too much,
embracing us,
in this dream,
of ours,
so it seems,
our lips,
another kiss,
our hips,
nothing amiss,
while tender love,
blows out the swooning candle,
we came when love called,
and we fall,
we fall,
 we fall,
into a lovely mist,
that our beating hearts,
will surely handle.

 

God came to see me,
Once again in my waking dream,
Telling me not to waste my time,
Reminding me the sky so it seems,
Is vastly endless when viewed in our prime,
But precious time is not on our side,
There are unquestionably only so many sunsets,
Honestly only a limited number of full moon tides,
So many waking hours lined up for each person's life,
Just so much scheduled rectitude on this marginal ride.

Fiercely standing on a stony beach,
A stiff hard washed place in lonely Patagonia,
Regarding rise and fall of a grey sorrowful sea,
A wretched west wind trying to push me,
Tear me off that recklessly inspired turf,
Plow me beneath the angry pounding surf,
Drive me into that hungry tidal motion,
Force me into a deep relentless ocean.

God coaxed me closer,
Because I have not prayed enough,
Enticing me to the water's feral edge,
Wanting to wash away my earthly sins,
Tempting me to an untamed circumstantial ledge,
Knowing there are many great fish in the sea,
Knowing if I lingered long enough,
Like a broken and arrested bird,
Like some stranded forsaken seal pup,
In time a majestic whale would rise up,
Soar out of those cold black ocean tones,
Torpedo up onto those slick beach stones,
Engulf me with tooth-filled jaws while I cried in need,
Haul me helpless into the pitch of my incessant creed,
Carry my broken mortal body into that worrisome sea,
Devour me whole while I helplessly lament and plead.

God warned me,
God told me to mark my days,
Not to linger in one lazy throng,
Careful not to hesitate too damn long,
Because some aggressive force,
Some unimagined tragedy,
Some grievous farce,
Would rush up and rip me away,
Sweep me off that windswept beach,
In that temporal moment I would feed nature,
As surrendering nature guiltlessly feeds creatures,
Roar at me then while I am dragged down below,
While indulgent raucous gulls indolently soar overhead,
Taunting this wanting tellurian feature,
Rising effortless on those relentless windy sighs,
Gulls pleasing God and terrestrial nature,
Marking the days with their haunting cries.

God will simply advise us,
Remind us once or twice,
Perhaps awaken us thrice,
Before we are dead and gone with all our guises,
There are only so many blazing sunrises,
Only so many silvery full moon nights,
Only so many brilliant days and fruitful sights,
Only so many faithful days and so many goodbyes,
Only so many blessed hopes and joyful dreams,
Slated in the stars for our stately earthly finite lives.

Bison 

Big bull,
Standing strong,
On bald windswept,
Prairie in wintry March,
Big bull,
Dressed in his winter coat,
Nose pushed,
Down to the frozen ground,
Clipping short left overs,
Chewing micro bits and pieces,
Remnants of humdrum summer,
Big bull,
Watchful ancestors,
Built this continent,
Created this country,
After an ice age,
Ten thousand years,
Big bulls foraging,
Fat cows grazing,
Rambunctious calves gamboling,
Year after prairie year,
Grazing short grass,
Gardening across Eden's plain,
Cropping tall grass,
Building rich top soil,
Fifteen feet of copious black,
Loam worth more than oil,
Relating prayers over centuries,
Respecting prairie life,
Respectful of the sun,
Respectful of the rain,
Respectful of the winter snow,
Respectful of spring run-off,
Repeating prayers to the Creator,
Respectful stonecircles circumnavigating mother earth,
Big bull,
Such primal majesty,
All his cows ripe with life,
Feeding newborn calves,
Feeding mother earth,
Replenishing soil,
Replenishing grass,
Replenishing renewable resource,
Worth more than oil,
Worth more than oil,
Worth more than oil,
Big bull,
Thundering across the patient prairie,
Herds full of natural resource,
Deep pools of black oil,
Far beneath the grassy surface,
Where crude oil belongs,
Earth manifesting great oily pools of sacred ballast,
Lightning circumventing the ancient world,
White Buffalo Calf Woman bringing the pipe,
Sacredness walking the sacred earth,
Balancing grass and buffalo,
Ionizing sacred nature,
Agonizing over nature's destruction,
Conscripting meadow larks and prairie dogs,
Singing life into being,
Bringing dreams into ventures,
Big bull,
Wandering primordial songlines,
Watching each regenerative sun rise,
Witnessing every redeeming sun set,
Waning like the repetitive moon,
Rationality on the brink of destruction,
Sober God granting gracious life,
Symmetrical obstruction linking,
Inking equilateral destruction,
Blink sympathetic restructuring,
Big bull,
Pawing for millenia through ice and snow,
Cured sustenance from frozen earth,
Merciless wind whipping,
Tearing wispy strips,
Slashing the top off the land,
Big bull,
Thundering bulls, cows and calves,
Such a rich and blessed vision,
Worth more than crude oil,
Worth more than fractured oil,
Worth more than spilled oil,
Wakantanka told me so,
Millions of bison wandering sacred land.

It's Snowing Again

I'm still here,
I'm the one that hasn't abandoned you,
I'm the one that has waited patiently for you,
Knowing full well you may never come to me,
Knowing full well I have put myself in jeopardy,
Knowing full well love is a crazy mistress,
I wonder how you truly think of me,
I know how you can be,
With other men,
Standing completely naked,
In front of them,
Stand there and say,
"You just want to fuck me",
If you stood in front of me,
Naked as a jay bird,
You know I would,
Fuck you,
But I'd not only fuck you,
I'd make love to you,
I'd make love with you,
And we would fuck,
And make love,
And I would look into your eyes,
And I would kiss you,
And tell you that I love you,
Again and again and again.

I'm in a dangerous place,
And it's snowing again,
How many men have patiently waited for you,
How many men have told you that they love you,
How many men have sent you love letters,
And it's snowing again,
And you call me again,
Teary eyed and crying,
And it's snowing again,
And I just want to hold you close,
And tell you that I love you,
And tell you that spring will come,
And the sun will shine,
And the blessed rain will come,
And wash away all your fears,
And love will lift you up again,
And love will let you know,
That I love you,
That I don't ever want to let you go,
That I love you,
And even though it's snowing again,
Love will come and take your hand,
And you will smile again,
And happiness will come,
And sing you songs again,
And joy will fill your heart,
Even though it's snowing again,
Even though we're so far apart.

God pushing me,
From the day I was born,
Push push push,
Every second of every minute of every day,
Push push push,
With earth and fire and water,
Pushing me into the wilderness,
Pulling me back into this challenging world,
Pushing me and pulling me,
Pushing into the lonely desert,
Pulling me back again,
With music and light,
Pushing me into poverty,
Pulling me down,
Reminding me I am only human,
Not a Starman at all,
Pushing me over cliffs,
Pushing me into deep canyons,
Pulling me into the sea,
Beneath the surface of the deep ocean,
Pushing me with my lion heart,
Shoving me into traffic,
Pulling me out of danger,
Time and time and time again,
Whispering in my sapient ear,
Every second of every minute of every day,
Pushing towards the edge of difficulty,
Pulling me back from the brink of death,
Pushing and pulling me,
Like a marionette,
Cutting my strings at times,
Watching me flounder,
Allowing me to dance,
All on my very own,
Pushing into blazing fire,
Watching me sizzle and burn,
Raking me out again,
Into cooling waters,
Pushing me under,
Pulling me down,
Watching me drown,
Time after time after time,
Rescuing me,
Just before I gasp,
My last breath,
Pushing me t'wards the burning gates of hell,
Pulling me back to Eden's flourishing dell,
Pushing me over the rakish edge,
Pulling me away with a blessed rope,
Telling me patience is my friend,
Reminding me I am only human,
Born into this earthly body,
Born with this beating heart,
Born with this divine soul,
God is always pushing me,
Reveling in his supreme universe,
Pulling all of us down to earth,
Pushing all of us into life,
Reminding each of us we are only human,
Reminding us about God's spiritual plan,
Balancing along a keen periphery,
Pushing us into strife,
Reminding each of us,
A razor sharp and deadly knife,
Parity on a cutting edge,
Seeking equilibrium,
Reminding us we are only human,
Reminding us only love can save us,
Reminding us about our sacred lives,
Sacred dwelling on this earth,
Venerated by God we live,
God's gracious divinity,
God's generous ability,
 What our Creator freely gives,
Every precious breath we take,
Truly precious God's,
All the love we feel,
Straight from God,
Holiness pushing us,
Forgiving our earthly sin,
Without God we are nothing,
Without God there is nothing,
God's omnipotent wisdom,
Pushing us to clearly see,
Pulling us into love,
Pushing us into life,
Pulling us back to heaven,
Pushing us to live life again,
Pulling me back into celestial me,
Pushing you to be celestial you,
Pulling us together me and thee,
Pushing us all to be celestial and free.

Heyoka

I have set myself on fire,
I am Heyoka,
A whirlwind is breathing,
Seething life into smoldering embers,
My moccasins are smoking,
My red-yellow feet are scorching,
My hair has all burned off,
Self-immolation is vying,
Trying to heal me,
Holy Spirit is trying to cure me,
I have been peeled,
Cooking myself,
Boiling my flesh and bones,
Churning in this crass stew,
My dissolute foolish soul,
Conceding my black tongue,
Allowing my blistering feet,
Tolerating my blazing hands,
Permitting my bubbling eyes,
Pressure cooking all my bones and meat,
Disjointed filaments falling into pieces,
My violated extra-terrestrial self,
Thundering beneath my soluble red-yellow feet.

Why am I such a deplorable fool?
My mind is turning to pumice,
My heart is recycling to caustic ash,
God is laughing at me again,
Demons are pointing crooked bony fingers,
Cackling and taunting me again,
Love has abandoned me again,
Sanity has flown the coop,
Staring down at my incinerated self,
Where my red-yellow feet should be,
My recluse spirit is only seeing remnants,
Cloven hooves,
Leaving elk tracks around the fire.

I am Heyoka,
Vomiting smoking words and burning phrases,
Spewing torrid power onto sacred ground,
Torching myself again,
Roasted in a pillar of salty truth,
All my foolish gibbous ways,
Falling down the rabbit hole again,
Plummeting over the precipice,
Knowing not even a Thunderbird can rescue me,
Knowing I have vanished into a reckless void,
Knowing that feckless love will surrender,
Magic will never catch me as I fall,
Knowing that I've tragically gone blind,
Knowing that lamentably once and for all,
I've truly lost my grievous mind.

Red Road

That particularly gray day,
When black Judas,
Unexpectedly dropped,
Spellbound to say,
To tell me,
About a river of fresh blood,
Running down,
Streaming like some prayer,
Storming along a new pathway,
Centered along the red road,
Just north,
Where the red,
Road sharply turned,
Taking a western scarlet curve,
Carving a sacred path,
Straight to my yellow hovel door,
Poor Judas,
Knocking three times,
First rapping,
Rather lightly,
When no body,
Come and see,
What matter,
Curious Judas,
Banging louder,
Still no damning answer,
Standing aloof listening,
My roof and porch glistening,
Opening his deaf right ear,
Quietly absorbed there,
For a thousand years,
As the wind whipped,
Lashing old memories,
Judas hung there,
Another hundred decades,
Feeling some thing,
An incorrigible mess,
Some thing terrible,
Historically amiss,
Perhaps a horrible test,
Sadducees may have,
Been and come again,
Stealth in the madness of the night,
Perhaps a ruckus,
Men searching for wealth,
It was rumoured,
Since that day,
Born a stable birth,
Those adored golden idols,
Amethyst amulets with pearl eyes,
Brazed into my sacred heart,
But we all know,
Rumours,
How they can be,
Sometimes they're just a pack,
Of silver tongued lies,
Words stacked and spoken,
Feeding packs of hungry wolves,
Searching for fresh meat,
No one knows for sure,
No one living,
Knew for certain,
Turning hearts into stone,
We all know,
Rumours,
Granitic and rigid can be,
Sometimes like gutted fish,
Assembled entrails,
Resembling butchered remains,
Of sheep and goats,
Spilled haphazardly,
Spewed recklessly,
Daringly across the Emperor's marble floor,
Prepared necromancers,
Scaling myth from metamorphic stone,
Handsomely made,
Sculpted sandstone ones,
Richly paid in rubies and jade,
Inspecting a slimy mess,
Picking through emerald bits,
Sticking to timely pieces,
Prancing on shining cloven hooves,
Narrating shimmering mythological slag,
Counting profound diamonds and stars,
Fastidious plastic smiles,
Plastered on haunted faces,
Such a rancid lot,
Faking glorious stories,
Recounting splendid lyrics,
Pacifying their rakish King,
Coveting all that dissolute perfume,
Hording silk and gold,
Ice reflected in their bloodshot eyes,
Magnificence standing in some great hall,
Pointing up to the stormy sky,
Reciting line,
After perverted line,
Ringing out,
Singing out,
Loud exhortations,
Supreme leader reclining,
Unblemished virgins born,
Slaves to the corrupt kingdom,
Peeling green grapes,
Slicing sweet peaches,
Carefully stripping soft skins,
Slipping juicy morsels,
Past the Emperor's curled,
Stiff conniving lips,
So stories often told,
Relating oily fish,
Rich savory recipes,
Served under a golden palace ceiling,
Court and Courtiers bowing beneath that plafond,
Courteously smiling,
Crippled with all their false smiles,
Corpulent snickering,
While their King's wide lips,
Snidely parting,
Oh proud and Imperial Emperor,
Reclining on his broad embroidered couch,
Resolutely farting,
Oh how the noble court loved,
Such a stinking royal smell,
Politely they sniggered,
Lord and Master,
Calling for more rich wine,
Sorcery befalling the King,
Dreams of divine tales imparted,
Impaled by venomous serpent fangs,
Installed by steaming bovine entrails,
Spinning chaff into golden threads,
Inviting a Majesty`s delight,
Delightfully continuing to suckle,
Reveling the rich taste of the Royal teat,
We all intuitively know,
How intrusive rumours start,
First whispered,
Almost placid,
In basic time,
Shortly down that reckless line,
Turning acid,
So back in that other lurch,
Blinking Judas stood,
Mystic on my fool porch,
Confused and wond'ring,
"Is something the matter",
Perhaps the Mad Hatter,
Had swung by again,
Perhaps I had truly gone,
Down the rabbit hole again,
Jealous Judas banged,
Harder on my alcove door,
"Lord",
Standing thinking,
"Lord",
Wond'ring is he even there,
Judas hung there,
Refracted by some perfect light,
Seemed like such a long retractable time,
Through wars and revolutions,
Dreaming so many nightmares,
Poor insatiable Judas waited,
Sorrowful but feeling sated,
After such a long time,
Hanging there alone,
Dangling he waited,
Enduring centuries,
Cured by the angry wind,
Thankfully dawn came again,
Morning sun was rising in the vibrant east,
Upanishads whispered restitution,
Kissing Judas' left ear,
"Judas, let yourself down friend",
"Turn yourself around three times",
"Let yourself in",
So my old friend Judas,
Strangled by his lasting thoughts,
Straightened his stretched neck,
Severing that twisted rope,
Which had tethered him,
Restrained to another sad spot,
Gathering his ghostly courage,
Banging hard against my outer door,
"Are you there?",
Judas shouted,
"The sun has blinded me",
"Lord",
"I'm not sure if you care",
"But pray",
"I've come to tell you",
"There is a river of blood",
"Running up to your hovel door",
Judas spoke in dulcet tones,
Thinking about that muddled zone,
"Perhaps he's gone back into the wilderness",
"Searching for some of his lost desert things",
Finally the feral sun had set,
Rising again three days later,
Judas slowly opened,
Cracked that battered creaking door,
Entering,
"Hello",
"Lord",
"Are you there",
Judas was want to say 'lord' a lot,
And 'lordy lordy',
And 'oh my lord',
Even exclaiming,
'Holy cow",
And 'Jesus H Christ',
When things struck him as odd,
As people often pointed,
Crooked fingers,
Disjointed at the like,
Speaking as if he were dead,
At dreaded times,
Cursing poor Judas,
When things weren't going their way,
Some unhappy reason,
When sharks flew,
Through open windows at night,
Slipping and swimming,
Past door posts painted red,
Splashed with fresh blood,
Gnashing sharp shark teeth,
Ripping out children's hearts,
Devouring camels and horses,
Ingesting faith and dogma,
They might crave,
Raving once or twice,
Throughout depraved history,
Those ravenous ruthless flying sharks,
Letting themselves into the Palace den,
Mercilessly devouring all the King's horses,
All the King's men,
But I'm going off,
On a streaming tangent,
Excuse me for my transgressions,
I'm sure even depreciated Humpty Dumpty,
Would appreciate me,
Getting it together again,
So while I'm pushing buttons,
I'll continue leading Dick and Jane,
Down the garden path,
Hopefully faithful Spot,
Still happily following,
Hairy tail wagging,
As I continue this contrite,
Recounting this nagging tale,
Back to poor Judas,
Entering my dark little cave,
That intrepid man stepped in,
Peering through the din,
Wondering what might pop up,
Stopping for a split second,
Contemplative Judas thought,
Perhaps he heard voices,
Was I speaking,
Wondering quietly,
Quieted by his traveling thoughts,
Unraveling words,
Like tangled prayers,
Nothing was stirring,
Not even a church mouse,
But once again,
There it was,
Some odd chorus,
Like a distant choir,
Or some chanting,
Judas wasn't quite sure,
Tentatively he advanced,
Just a cautious step,
Belied by his sepulchre trance,
"Lord are you there",
Entranced in that dark atmosphere,
Judas daring,
Opening wide his eyes,
Adjusting to that regal din,
Advancing there,
Stubbing his big Judas toe,
Banging it hard,
Clanging against an old pair of sticks,
Pieces of ruptured wood,
"Ouch",
"Damn",
Judas exclaimed,
Staring down at the crutched floor,
Those pieces of broken wood,
Laying there crossed by the door,
Partially blocking the Appian way,
"Lord are you there",
Judas called out again,
Words peeling back the mystic dark,
Vanquishing the esoteric din,
"Holy Moses",
Judas whispered under his capria breath,
"What in heaven's name",
Judas capitulating,
"What prophesy in here",
Light seemed to appear,
Impetuosity entering that darkened room,
"Jeez",
Judas blurted,
"What an odd smell",
Judas spoke to himself,
Which he often did,
Judas being alone in every way,
Dwelling forever in his dark personal hell,
Judas ventured forth,
One bold step,
Second adventurous step,
Third questing step,
Forward then briskly,
Risking one giant step,
Backward,
Clasping his right hand,
Crossing his gaping mouth,
Eyes wide open,
Judas stood gasping,
Staring blindly into that dark cave,
"Lord! Oh lord!",
Some shape,
Resembling a shrouded man,
Deathly still,
Prostrate on the bed,
Judas peered closer,
Daring one step closer still,
Light glowed,
Ringing that shrouded man's head,
Sweet perfume filled that electrified atmosphere,
Smoking frankincense and myrrh,
Judas recalling kosher fragrance,
All those self-possessed times in the temple,
Vested priests striding through billowing smoke,
Naming names,
Benedictions to God,
Prostrating themselves
Oh Holy of Holies,
Prayers that priests chant,
Invoking,
God Almighty,
God's glorious munificence,
Temple walls shook mightily,
Reverberating with those supreme refrains,
Something attained,
Something gained,
Judas wasn't quite sure,
Angels perhaps,
Yes!
Angels surely resolving,
Evolving Judas in revolution,
Turning to that restitutive exit,
Gladness filling his heart,
Judas had once existed,
Petitioning,
Judas deeply breathed,
Crossing a cavernous threshold again,
Another remarkable exodus,
Rare for simple man,
Another withdrawal,
Reversely taking leave,
Upholding going forth,
Another egress,
Another pardoned parting,
Another fond farewell,
Another ritual goodbye,
Another escapeway,
Another passage into daylight,
Following that red river of blood,
Still repeating prayers,
Along the yellow path,
His heart felt heavy,
Yet Judas knew,
Deep in his variegated soul,
Darkness diminished a little,
Judas recognized his Guardian Angel,
Trekking with him,
Telling him about heaven,
Reminding him to take heart,
Light sometimes joins the world,
Kindness and compassion sometimes prevails,
Opening the hearts of humankind,
Fragments of dear hope,
Keeping the world in tow,
Judas gathered his courage,
Settling his bewildered mind,
Leaving another message,
Knowing few honest places,
Where he might ever be welcome,
Time had charged him with indiscretion,
Epochs had not been kind to him,
Centuries of rumour had taken a toll,
If only truth be known,
Judas' jealousy had grown,
Love destroyed him,
As love often does,
So many abhorred him,
Even those that should show compassion,
Detesting his jealous misguided investment,
Seven deadly sins,
Even angels sometimes digress,
Yet poor Judas had wandered alone,
Day and night,
Night and day,
Eternally wondering,
Never knowing what he should say,
Yet a new message,
Reducing storms into clouds,
Thus a new dawn approached,
Two Marys prepared my body,
Washing away my encrusted human sins,
Wrapping me in clean white shrouds,
Knowing my soul would depart in three days,
Rising to another distant realm,
Fear taking people to advent places,
They would otherwise never go,
Love has torn us apart,
Not for the first time,
Love has been ripped to pieces,
Love has been carelessly tossed,
Into the ravenous lion's den,
So many irrelevant times,
What is that elevated mocking,
Who is it that knocking,
Rapping on my hovel door,
With nothing to say,
Is it the Angel of death calling,
Or that raven haired succubus,
That I find so appealing,
All the obvious signs,
Point to me,
Dwelling there,
I've lived with myself,
Died by myself,
Existing through life after life,
Enduring death after death,
Managing all my human feelings,
Sorting through all my spiritual emotions,
Only my guardian Angels knelt,
Only my green-eyed succubus,
Truly knows how love dwelt,
Truly knows about life and guilt ,
Truly knows about death's rigid deals,
Knows how poor Judas truly felt,
Only knows how shrouded man truly feels.