The Boy with a UFO Balloon

I've spent time
As a line tethering
Wobbly pink body to
Soaring silver saucer

I look to the sky
Re: Mind
Blew Brain Sells
Mining Silver Lining

No sense in timing
This moment links
Disparate elements
All kinds of thinks

Standing on the beach as a kid:

A young me in mind
But when I return to him at that moment
A certain wisdom I find
A glint in his eyes

Like he knew the moment
Was important enough to warrant
Returning mind
To this time, a Boy in body:
A traveller intwo Minds

I look to the Sky
Spinning black/white
Translates as some kinda shine
This tiny object in the distance
Might even be a kite

But something about the way I feel light,
Something about the way the memory
Transcends time
And I am standing there
Sitting here
Dancing

Looking out over Brixton
Grooving on things
Too numerous to mention
Attention

Flicks to some flickering
Fiction in the sky, friction in mind
As I spin back thru time
Passing synapses snapping
Like dinosaurs swung passed on my vine

And the dreaded, messy headed me
Meets innocence shining like Sun from my eyes
And I am neither this time nor that time
I am not my mind, I do not mind
Something beyond man & child
Between dreams... I find
Some delicate message of hope
Like a spiral in smoke
Dissipates the strongest message
Rains on me like liquid fairy finger massage
I am many things united by
One thing
I have seen
One thing
I have been
One thing
I AM
despite myself

I
AM WE ARE
OURZzz

The strongest message
The most silent, The most delicate
The most obvious
Oblivious, yet hidden
Shedding skin
Over Soul
Sliding soul
Under skin

It may take an alien
To make you truly human.


*


FOOL

Where I wake
Bubble to the surface
My self shakes as the water
Batters thru to the impervious
Layer below

Churning currents like whirling dervish
Rapt, spinning in service to inexplicable urges
Made explicit in expression, their action the impression
Of their Soul, a procession from known
To know

To think, to sink in the plunge pool
As the water dances around you
Bask in the constant attention of flow to form
Laugh, let the water fill your lungs.


*


Elf Sex Planetary

Evidently
Invisible Sex
Is occurring at every nexus

How flexible
They must be
To bend with the trees
And continue to please
The Lady of the breeze

Orgasmic tessellation
Creating shimmering
Light as leaves tumble
Surfing sexing elves
To wooden shelves
And compost carpets

Ecstatic revelation
Rides on silent murmurs
Of appreciation
Soon my song will carry you to the brink

Elf sex spaceships
Create a buzzing I can't place yet
- They move too quick -

I'll sing to the Tree
"Elf Sex Planetary"
And they'll decorate me
With fairy lust and elven orgasm soup

My voice is a fairy dildo
Increasing ethereal libido
With lilting tones and spiraling rhythms

Creation comes in spurts like jism
Matter is twitching
With the soft touch of Spirit
I am back at the Beginning
And the end, I can feel it
The beginning is near it...

Perhaps just after?

I snap back to song
With the sounds of laughter
From a throng of jiving elves
Their sex smells like
Clay & Honey

Their Sex is money,
It gets things done -
Makes the world go round!
It truly does!!!

Their currency has reality
Each exchange is based in Love

"Elf Sex Planetary"

That's who I'm singing to
That's what I'm singing of

"Elf Sex Planetary"

Each exchange is based in Love


*


Elf Sex Planetary Too

Is it strange to think
Every parcel of space
Contains an orgy of invisible creatures
That fuck to create?
Not babies, or pictures...
No - their orgasm twitches
Are the stitches holding
Realities unfolding
In place -

The tear in my I
Behind the smile on my face,
The futility of winning
Behind the fun of the race...

Is it weird of me to see
That the most unfathomable impossibility
Could be the reason for all this familiarity?
The very basis of our sound & solid reality
Is something most people could scarcely believe. . ?

Well, this is something I have seen...

A team of invisible couples of one
Spinning a web that was already spun
Dancing up energy hotter than the Sun

(Which chills me to the bone, strips me to the Soul
So I can watch this show & still remain comfortable)

With every penetrating thrust, every loving flanging cup
They pull the matter up with their Spirit
Create tiny spiral fuck vortices near it
So it pulls itself into being, into shape

(They taught me that the way to create
Was make the emptiness and patiently wait
For form to gather in its place)

And once the process has been started
It grows in the way it began to know
As soon as their was nothing for it to fill -

It spills out of the emptiness and gets more real
Gets an idea of what it might be to feel
A mind of its own in its own little way
It plays with its creators
Invisible games

Where both parties are altered -
Nothing is the same.

And if you recognize this process
You can give it a name...

Elf Sex Planetary -
Don't ask me to explain.


*


(The Mutant) I Knew Verse

A billion translucent tubes
Fall from the clouds into
A brain in a box
The box in a bubble
Too many messages tumble
From the sky

Convoys conveying
Their origins convene
In me, impossible knot
Tangled infinitely

Threads extend from my back
Like Angel Wings

Tho I cannot fly
I am suspended in sky
Like an infant bouncing
In a doorway, in a house
On a street, to a beat
I hang from my strings

They feed me, control
Towers, tubes, universal
Knowledge so honest
As to make me lie to myself,
I say to myself:
If you are the Truth, how can I tell it?

It would not be you,
As the tubes are not the message -
They are its path!

I laugh until my eyes vibrate
Perceptual shake down wakes
Some other me

Every message shapes
The being I am shaping
Every message, shapes
Hurtle thru space

The pace is too fast
Information burns

I twist & gurn
Try to take it all in
To learn, all in, to see

All the information in the universe
Flows thru me, impresses me
Subconsciously

I am an impression
Of an impersonal energy
Dynamics with no personality

I exist in a place that dictates
My point of view, I have to forget
For things to be new

I have to remember
For things to move on

When the messages sing to me
Life is a song, a dancing procession
Rolling along, each interlocking
Informant evolving

The whole thing, singing
Itself into greater sense
The past tense, the future
Foot loose & fancy free
Every fantasy anew
Possibility

Every truth another spin
Every happening another truth
Every truth a simultaneous
Synchronous fantasy
Ticking inside me

Awaiting omni-potential
Window between Worlds
kNew forms continuously unfold

Where Truth flatters imitation
Permutation of its infinite form
And creation breaks all limitation
Mutants return to the source!!!


*


J 4 R E L

Her face is crinkled,
folding into itself.
Her features outlined in black
that drips with emotion.
Why highlight those pained eyes
when already they could not fail
to grasp attention?

She has J 4 R E L scrawled
across her forehead, shaky
as if done in a mirror -
tells me it is the
numberplate of her sons car:
"JESUS 4 REAL"
He is some kind of saviour,
at least for her.

This time his name is Adam
and his conversation is intelligent,
yet when we talk of innocence
not meaning naivety, or moral purity
but something far deeper, stronger -
She gets lost.

Occasionally you'll see
Great sadness spring itself upon her,
sudden shock on her face like
something just jumped on her back
and claws clamped down.
Then for a second the shock will threaten
to liquify, melting her face like acid -
in the next instant she is smiling again.

Her name is Linda, somehow it has become
an anagram of Bin Laden - who she
insists does not exist.
He is created by them,
from their fear,
for their games.
I tell her of the time
they enlisted my subconscious
to add processing power
to their cave poker...
I heard the dark shadow squeel,
yet never revealed what they asked me to find.

(IT TOLD ME THE TRUTH, IT WAS A LIE)

She'll talk about being beaten up,
kicked out of her home, robbed,
yet it seems the blames for all
these wrongs are focused on a single one
that somehow remains undescribed.

The light in her eyes wishes
to be responsible for the warmth of my face
but my Heart is the heater.
She tells me how, when she leaves,
it gets darker.

I diffuse her veiled threat with laughter,
she is not amused, or appears not to be.
Respectfully - I laugh to show I make my own light.
I give freely, but try to take it
and see it shred like rainbow ribbons
and shrink into nothingness.
It gets darker.

She grows closer, her eyes fixed on me.
Snakily, seductively trampish, revoltingly
needy, disturbingly vampish...
She wants to gobble me up.
She presses her dry, cracked lips onto mine.
It is like kissing paper -
What a strange print I leave!

She is challenging me, perhaps thru
challenging herself. She wants more.
I can feel her hunger!
I can feel the danger, she is thinking of my home.
She is unattractive to me in more ways than one -
Yet somehow she plants another kiss on my lips,
this time I ask her to stop and when I do -
everything does. She deflates
little bubbles of love with stings of anger.
Hate is the only word to read from her face,
suddenly softening as she giggles and says:
"I am only playing."

Her face is dirty and crumpled
like a discarded receipt.
Her emotions run on a wheel,
a missing dog on a circle street.
Her Heart is open - but sucking like Black Sun,
not flowing out into anything...
Bar maybe her Son.

He is her myth, her saviour,
I cannot see him but she has
brought him with her.

J 4 R E L

Farewell
wrinkly-eyed
Grandmother of Ghosts,
Gods & Goddesses.

My Blessings...


*


a child-like excitement shakes in the air with multi-directional soft white flakes
which sit and stay before smoothing edges and uniforming into tiny puddles,
we muddle out of morning into warming clothes and off we go.
our action is rewarded as we take in transformed scene in passive glory -
mouths tight with wide eyes, brains washed calm with new sight.
we walk the streets surrounded by soft fluffy wind animated in slow chaos,
receding to the depths of eyes reach in a gradually thickening carpet.
standing under the shelter of trees is being in a bubble untouched by
the dancing breeze, out of touch with the visible air freeze,
engaging it with watery eyes. standing behind the quiet sheet
pulled under the sky is a soft steady light with blurred edges,
burning dim and cold on the heavy cloud settling on grass, on trees and on hedges -
yet avoiding concrete like dainty feet burned on a bright blue day.
the flurry thins as the frozen sky drifts to one side.
we stare into the soft face of space that makes a 'sad' colour happy
and full of potential, wondering that the infinite sky seen thru these eyes
must eventually gaze upon the void - yet the tears we cry are not empty.


*


I will eat your ‘sins’ for breakfast
they will transmute into butterflies
with beautiful human faces in my stomach
and wake you up fanning sweet smoke
and cool breeze
up your sleeping nostrils


*


Cloud Freakin' 9!

Go to the local hardware store
with plans for fulfilling
the dream project that's been swilling
around our heads since Ryan saw
the painting as big as a house idea

Wandering thru red metal aisles
we settle on a 12 by 12 feet dust sheet
5 white paper suits
with elasticated hoods
5 cans of spray paint in yellow
green, blue, black & red

There is one thing I must confess
with our white boiler suits we are so impressed
that no sooner have we left we are already getting dressed
three goons in white suits with reactions to test...

It seems we are blessed, for each head that turns
carries smiles to our eyes, which carries love to our bellies
and laughter to the wind.

By the time we are home we are buzzing
the couple that are to join us lose all their fuzziness
in the sharpened laughter and shimmering anticipation
of what is to come after
their suits are donned, and the roof we are on.
Thru bedroom window and fire escape -
to the fifth story roof with panoramic views
of our townscape

Then from strange multi-coloured spray rains
a weird landscape poured forth from 5 brains
black trees with redbluegreen leaves sprout from the mount
in the background, yellow clouds & bird bats with glowing red eyes
the cat man with his sly snarl smile & his trident standing proud
in his underpants, the skull faced dog walker stumbles thru
smiling flowers with every petal a different pattern

Then words emerge from coloured clouds
"Hey pixie tits, how 'bout a wish" stands out
"Mingenius" shouts next to "Elf Sex Planetary"
and so many more they begin to fall thru holes in my memory

Then the suits get attacked between toots of spliff
and swigs of wine, I write 'C U N T' across mine
a less offensive new name above it: 'jasper'
others play the game with 'gary' & 'pencil'
my mate 'basil' turns into 'Kant' the furthur you read down
a smiley face on my back is christened 'The Atom'...

...There are literally hundreds of atoms in this room...

...Boom Boom...

Soon we are done on the roof and out into town
some clown shows us a photo appearing from his phone
that he took when we noticed him well down below
and put on a show

We move to a party on the other side of town
we are tipsy & in a little ecstacy and life is so fun
I can see little bits of love penetrating the numb
people are feeling and feeling is fun, so spread Love!

A girl walks passed and double takes, shouts wait!
"Does that say Cunt?!!" I think for a second and say:
"Of course it does!" her eyes light up and excited she says:
"I LOVE Cunt!" so "I LOVE Cunt too!" and she is like:
"Would it be okay if I married you?" So I say "Sure, what is your..?"
and already the good lady is telling me "I am Lucy...
...I would be Lucy Cunt" and I think she is great
and we have a big hug... I watch her walk off:
"Goodbye you lovely Luce Cunt!"

We keep on towards our destination
after short procrastination a fella walks up
asks for directions to a bar called 'Bliss'
"Of course," I tell him "I know how to find it!'

First close your eyes
Then empty your mind
Get rid of any thoughts you find
Rising, and rising... Bliss

So I open my eyes, he's watching with a smile
I return without trying... and since I really do know
I point in its direction and turn to go

Spreading Love! Feeling the flow!

We arrive soon at the club we wuz off ta
a groovy little converted bank called 'Bar Tonka'
the people in here know we have arrived
because every bass beat builds the vibe
and we barely stop dancing furthe whole damn night!!!

And if the memory whirr still in my mind
I'd describe all the funny things we seemed to find
but all the booze I drunk, the ecstacy, the skunk
turns the end into a cloud - not no normal sun shroud:
Talking 'bout Cloud 9
!!!!!!!!!

We found Cloud 9 thru spreading Love!
Thru spreading Love Cloud 9 found us!
!
!


*


YOUTOPIA

Be sure
This is for you
Mystic purple vein
In folds of blackened blue

Extending milky arm
Beyond the sparkling black exterior
Of the lucky charm
Dangling from the wrist of our lady Utopia.

Jangle us, rub us, extrude good luck
As we play around oblivious
To the games above…
A tug o' war between Gods!

Riding Chariot Earth
The Giant-Baby-Blubber-God of Birth!
Tugging invisible, umbilical threads, bringing close
The morose and shrunken, leather-skinned Daddy of Death…

Put his alkaline eyes to the acid test
Look into his spiral pupils and let
Your second sight emerge from the back of his head
Like the first time you slept

Leapt into worlds beyond those we let
Exist, no friction in the fiction of my life
I ride the helter skelter slide
Thru truth and lies…

I hide inside the outside world
A clam in his shell suffocating wisdoms pearl
Propelling himself with his jabbering jaws
He'll talk and he'll talk 'til words mean no more…

No less than the most compassionate caress
From the silken psalms of the Goddess
Would put Peace in the rest
Of this bulbous beast.

And Peace is a must
For the release of us
When deaths wrinkly starfish grip
Snatches the lucky charm from our lady’s wrist

And casts us back into the abyss
Where the ego twist
Tickles our feet as we shift
Between spinning paradigms…

Make up
UR Mind

*


Streams of Consciousness
Drip into little pearls of wisdom
Shaped by the Ocean into raindrops
Streams of Consciousness
Flow into open Hearts
Know stops & starts
Blood pumps is flux
That is constant and we are still in the middle of
Oceans of Consciousness
We chill in the ever present
Cool current
Now now has disappeared
Woven into Eternity
By the eddies of this Wyrd Sea
Little spiral fingers pointing to
The Moon inside of you
Reflecting the light of the Sun
Inside us all
Feeding the Psy-Call
Of the tiniest particles
Into Streams
Into Oceans
Of Consciousness…


*


Two organ eyes
Gaia spies
The humans who dance together
She breaks the weather over their heads
And their Spirit ascends
While their bodies bend
Incredible shapes to the rhythm
This natural spell is spelling heaven
In waving arms, ecstatic facial expressions
...
A spinning Heart
Pumping energy thru her magnetic skin
Keeping us close, bringing us in
Arresting respiration
Unifying the breath of all nations
Inspiring exhalation
Expressing elation
This natural system
Is stronger than any part of its equation
For each aspect equals
The whole is harmony
From buzzing bee
To the person stirring honey into their tea
She is balance, She is beauty
She is balance, She is beauty
Her hidden mind is bound to duty
Her secret Love, Her silent Love
Is heard above, below & thru
It would never exist outside
If it never existed in you

So make it the reason you do.


*


Music travelled
On its elf
Tickling drums
Making brains hum
As the pictures run from
Monkey fingers
Merging touch into
Taste lingers
On tongue
Like eyes & sun


*


Two Dream

The fish salamander looks out with pretty eyelashes
from beneath the glistening surface,
shaded from a dream sun by a dream stone.

Just down the road I know she is the fairest of maidens,
awaiting my return...

Wading thru dimensions to see my amphibious princess crowned,
she takes off her gown
and I drown in her eyes,
as I drown in the lake in which she resides.

- - -

There is a rainbow glow in my room,
perhaps gloom in the farthest corners,
from the tiniest gem grows a flapping thing
decorated with the brightly patterned faces of strangers.
The alien insect butterfly beautifies,
carried by an invisible wind her wings describe,
I cup my hands with her inside.
Shame about the dust shower...

Dreaming of freedom I release her
into the darkness
outside my window:
Her wings are dashed apart by the heavy flow.
She goes where the raindrops go...


*


Catching Butterflies in Space…

I want to see them arrive
come alive before my eyes
but they're already there
caught in my hair.

So I pull them out
and put them down
time loops
out of itself and round
outside the endless cycle
into the endless cycle...

Push down your soul
propel
the body forward
until the impression left
catches the impressionable right.
Still, he can't write...
Shockwave shake jelly type

Thorn in my side, which
spinning remains so, as I
fight for my balance
staring straight ahead yet
spinning in circles, purple
flowers like the flow
between pump out
and bring in
half-life blood, brooding on
kNew things from the Eternal...

Nothing is dead
Nothing is fully alive
all relations are internal . . ?

Grab the Bull by the horns
the Fish by the tail
your little Sister by the band of her pants -
Go away ... Come back
Go away ... Come back
Go away comeback!
I was already here!

Run out of steam
into a clear dream
with a thin sheen
covering... glistening...
Looking into my eyes
staring out from my arm,
I farm reflections...
Mass-produced self-portraits
that only appear when you look at them...

You never study anything but dust
long lost parts of something
blowing in the wind
or sucking in
the wind
...
Here is my collection:
History of the Earth,
worth little more than a pile of dust -
for there it is, visible because
you were once dust and will be a-gain
mostly nothing, now space between...
You have always been

Spinning within myself
and without, within without
Within within and withering -
the ring that binds
those who follow timelines
bind time to their line of sight
frightened by the unbound
the all-around...

Cut a path thru the middle?
Impossible, you've been fiddled,
no edges means no middle...
No normal, no space to be the same
we only play that game
as a letter in the infinite name.
Of the same, not the same.

Such a shame
such perfection
as an average only exists
in mathematics,
abstract gymnastics
envisioning ideals,
imagining what is real
what feels right (?)

No need to fight
don't block, just channel
my crown opens wide
I look like a funnel
catching and passing thru
to a denser stream of you/not you...

Receiving, Relieving
Laughing and Breathing
Waking, Dreaming

Shaking... slowly...
Settle silt ideas
Beaming... truly...
My Love was once feared
like this tight wound net
that sparkles Wyrd
as it sifts akashes
alchemical flashes
as bone dust lusts
after hexagon gems

Butterflies are my friends

Trailing rainbow light
I swing with all my might
and the dust on its wings
puffs out like a cloud of smoke,
a technicolor cloud that slowly floats
to the ground I dance around
intoxicating mist that twists
in steady spirals, settles on my eyeballs.
I blink in the mist, I blink and I miss
the swipe that wipes incandescent confetti
now descending to this dancing ending
...
Mourning and Learning
Celebrating the torn wing
that showers us in sacred sparkling
Freedom dust that conjures my Trust in... in...
In God, I am in God
my lust for Union rots
in a shower of Love
that becomes me
Love that is Unity
Love that delivers me,
immune to the system.

A pumping piston in the engine
of the marvelous mutual dream machine
manufacturing the beginning and the ending...
and blending the inbetween.


*


Eye maya swell
try to quell this tide
quench this thirst of eye for light
so shut lids tight over glistening delicacy
secretly squeezing patterns out of bored rods
and cones know how it goes
flashing out from the abyss
ever widening, tho even lightening
will cross itself eventually
a singularity, hilarity
as it emerges up side down
no longer itself
a rearrange game for my primate brain
Eye maya swell
forget the things they taught in school
Cool! It could be that every blink
is a tantalising glimpse of
how it really is...
Dark
Sight/Light is really sensation
the pressing of things outside
against the curtain of my perception
a curtain never completely drawn
come meet me at the crack
if you want to see beyond
...
A theatre of dreams
with a million seats
but only me
and the red purple orange
revealer of the show
a simple curtain, always drawing in
things beyond it longing
to be observed
I will see them, it will change them
then the process will reverse
Eye maya swell
be the screen between
tickling itself into greater states
of excitement, things either side
aware of IT NOW - can't resist the enticement
of some strange cause react or
don't play at all
this is the place where things change
nothing ever stays the same yet
Eye maya swell


*


Ray of fright
looks to the demon transformed face
of his mate to the right

- in the dead of night -

- by the fire light -

Heightened imaginations reveal
peel back layers to caricature
every inflection of expression
until you can no longer be sure
Which door is perception?
What is broadcasting?
Where is reception?

Friend thinks hard
brow furrows
Demon horns erupt
on his fiery crown
Eyes flip Red from blue
and shift to meet you
Your familiar friend is gone
This demons hallucinatory
conspiratory leer
gives you the fear
So laugh before it gets so near
you can't breathe
can't release yourself
from the Hole you’ve helped
Reality raise around you

With tears in his eyes
Ray of fright
turns it around for himself
a manic joy like he has never felt
infects his voice with a lilting yelp
Laughter tips the world on its side
Ray's alright

but his bud is scared to shit,
falling fast into a bad trip
for the Demon face hates
Clowns - and now
Ray is getting white
relieved of his fright
Laughter trembles thin lips
into fat red worms
His closed eyes get crosses
and his scalp burns
as Krusty green tufts emerge

The scared Demon turns
To laughter...

Strange how some nights
You gotta journey thru
Demons & Clowns
To get to the morning after.


*


THIN-KING OF GAMES

The King
some hidden thing
My Crown
my cover blown
I Wear
a spiral o' hair
To Disguise
the rising glare

...like the sun hides
the brilliance of night
...like my eyes hide
a portal to my soul

<tho hiding don't stop it's everlong>

pouring into all
rising up my spine
blowing my mind

like princess pretty face
wishing on a flame

like grumpy science mask
with its atom-splitting game

I wear my crown
like a mushroom cloud

...everywhere...

I where..?

My Crown
like sound
is vibration
is form & colour
in formation

My Crown wears me down
so I loop it round
in my verse the universe
loses itself and is found
to have no bounds

for I am the edge
recycling myself
to the centre

I am thin-king
sitting in meditation
with the elation
of countless big bangs
stretching every second to infinity
and still not even happening

outside but in me
subjectivobjectivity
I am thin-king
of mice elf

tiny furry
zee row u/r boat
rodents, my loyal subjects
in this strange creality
infinite fractal personality
they dance & sing around me:

"all hail the thin-king, sin-king into a sea of mice elves!"

Mice selves growing grander
they pander my every whim
I am the king!

Then BAMWHAK!
The multi-mouse is trapped
under the heavy hearing foot
of my trampling elephant higher self
My ancient wrinkled greyness
scattering the little things
that have been accumulating
ever since I looked inside
and started making faces in the mirror
I remember when I turned & terror
!struck!
the mirror appeared again in front
what was behind
my mind plays games,
my thoughts echo thru time...

I am trapped in the consequences of that original mime
I pulled for my own amusement.

Repeated a million times the laughter fades -
a million times later it is funny again. . !

God Bless the heavy foot
of my Giant mammalian mamma
Taken down by lions on the playa
and resurrected as smasher of mirrors
in the empty blackness
is empty blackness
A-gAin

Who wants to play?

I AM
Thin-king
of my own little game...

I AM
Thin-king
of my own little name...

I AM THAT I AM NOT

I AM THIS...
I AM WHAT???

I AM
Thin-king
of my own little game...

Who wants to play?

I

1

2


*


Trypta-WH0-kN0W5-WH3R3

23/05/04

Staring into freshly risen Sun
My thoughts turn to the dear ones
I am leaving behind
Now I travel to find
Another friend in a foreign land
A brewer of potions, a curious man.

23/05/04

I drift into dream flashes
On the road to who-knows-where
Misty Mountains rolling by
Sudden visions of a Jester
A yellow creature ascending
A red raw videogame Baphomet
Disembark... Waking up.

24/05/04

Sun burn swims
Thru water vapour,
Flowers bloom worship -
Life depends upon it
...
All the colours of nature
Create your pallet
Paint as you will with it
Take your fill from it
...
The source remains unaltered.

25/05/04

Late night return from floating in hot springs
Relaxing into Sky of Stars bordered by rows of dancing trees
Name what you see manifest in the leaves and
Have it change that instant into some other thing
...
The babble on of tourism is as persistant tonight
As the River beside
But talk won't sign the contract
Of expanding Minds
...
Now, halfway to sleep -
Already stopped twice by 'Gaurdia Civil' Police
I am drifting off as the road whips under
Multi-coloured weather marks the windscreen
Blink & drift disorientates the view I'm seeing
My journey strobes
...
I wake for the walk home.

26/05/04

As trees seem to materialize out of the air, rather than grow into it -
I find myself in this situation. Able to feel what's coming up by what's going down.

An Acacia Bark brew is mixing with White Caapi vine in my stomach -
I am unsure how long I can keep it down. Tho before it gushes from my mouth
it rushes to my head - The rise brings familiar patterns before my eyes,
a kind that are always there.

The vine has been present a while, I sway, I can't help but smile:
Now time is stretching as mind expands.

Helping hands transmit good vibes from belly to spine, thru crown to Sky.

I finish my cup, soon after get up, walking toward the feint white of the rushing River -
I fold in half over my fists as my stomach twists releasing gushes
that tasted better on the way down.

Tho it feels good! The brew pumping my gut is some kind of agony
made beautiful as it pushes me out of me: The exit! IS!! Ecstasy!!!

I finish after beginning to think I would not BE, and then I AM, feeling it strong.

Stars & crescent Moon ghost close surroundings into view. Nature bursts into song -
The River hums along with the revelation that even in the absence of
Showers & Sun you cast rainbows with your eyes -

I myself am cast from rainbow light:
One vibration perceived as a spectrum, I am the point of perception.
Somewhere outside my body as it stumbles back to its sheepskin mat.

I am floored - The River roars -
its vibration a powerful engine driven by a billion dynamos,
an accelerating chorus of pure existence...

So intense! So insistent as to over-ride all control:
As I knew I would, I hafta let myself go.

I am outside the audience and this is no performance -
The raw energy of reality beyond the bounds of being in it.

Shivering legs run me back into my body, a multitude of mischievous operators
flood my pipes with warmth at the spin of a hatch - we watch as I am filled
with Love unattached, Love that flows from me into the Earth as I retch,
hunched on all fours...

Incredible creatures lofted on thin stalks,
glowing green even in this stuff we call dark,
their tricksy feathered geometries tickle my face.
Giggling energy pumps from my center and I silently roar.

She asks for more like lungs would a yawn, on my back I'm the floor
feeling pleasure like non-other, my body a solid liquid
sensation in constant fluctuation
. . .
The Stars

The spirits of the place racing boats that leave creation in their wake,
singing songs that are their journeys, pulling plants out of space,
sailing seeds on the breeze, dancing different dense cities of mineral and stone
...

...Going with the flow...

Eternity peeps thru, another failed puke, a Love yawn to Mother:
I am released back into you:
Myself.

Subsubconscious oceans of connection make me free,
as well as bound to
Destiny.

Some initial confusion raises the question of who I am -
The answer for sure: The shining light at the core of myself:
The deepest, most felt 'I am'.
The highest, hugest, most humbling affirmation of myself
and also the only way beyond myself: Deep down inside & O U T
...

I find myself ejected from hyperspace & lying on the ground
even quicker than I wound my way inside.

There is a pure Happiness and true Thankfulness manifest on my face -
A huge grin under a thin canopy of silhouette leaves,
fractal branches, webs of Stars...
I am we are OurZzz...

Life is Light is Love & I am We are Prisms not prisons

27/05/04

A dream: Excavating Art (and the paint's still fresh)

s H E A R T H E A R T s H E A R T

27/05/04

Light rain talks in hushed whispers with the Earth,
A friendly, random recurrant chatter
That echoes from & thru,
A unified verse
...
A lone white horse
Shelters under a tree on the mountain before me
The presence of its hooves on the roots
Are a mute hymn to the many uses of leaves
...
Smoke drifts from my mouth in loops
Round my fingertips and off into the air
Slowly so dissipated as to become one with it,
Nothingness
. . .
But so much is going on!

28/05/04

Sensations on bare skin
Exposed to the air & sun
Insects drink from pores
Cause fingers to investigate
Touch before sight
Makes it often too late
For delicate bug body
To make its presence known
As oppose to merely felt

!SquelcH!

I release its small body
Back into the wind
Its guts still tangled in my
Fair arm hair

!Insectoids Beware!
...

29/05/04

Instant admittance to the orange festival of Love
Pipe in the Buzz
Riding on River roar
Unfold other dimensions
Fill me with Awe

Pathways loop laughing holes
Into Space that creates
D'MTness buzzing thru
Leaving Love in its wake
Ripples of joyous chatter
Celebrate
Strange juice laid out on a plate
Dripping from me, from the Sun
Like sweat, I can taste it!

I melt into a billion just Bee'Zzz
Pleased beyond belief
With the sheer joy of simply existing
(A-gAin)
Simplex sting
Infinite levels of complexity so pure
As to make my I's blur

Just me, the Sun
The pine under which the spell was spun
And the slowly less mechanic more organic
Gurgle roar of the flowing River

Blessed Be the knowing Giver!

All power to the Life Liver!!!

29/05/04

kNOw Return

I left my body lying like a pile of steaming puke
in a Forest on a Spanish Mountain side,
like the steam that rises I breathe myself into the night
...

Pay special attention to the wind.

In its dance my life still spins.

In its whistles, moans & howls

Hums the voice of my Soul.

I am old, I am everywhere.