Day of the Dead 2011 Tepoztlan

They’re here
Ready to party
Because that’s how they died…
That’s how they lived.

Fiesta is their religion…
That’s what’s with all the flowers…
That, and the dead live on and in the scent…
A trail of blossoms leads to their old home.

The dead are here
Ready to be alive…
Like the live are ready to party
And die.

A Thousand Glass Eyes

A thousand glass eyes were staring
Hands limp at the sides
As the Leader pulled the lever
No one cried.

A thousand glass eyes were staring
At the incoming tide
Standing in place
Mouths shut tight and dry.

A thousand glass eyes were staring
Away from the sun
Looking at the light
In the glint from a gun.

A thousand glass eyes were staring
At the flag that was still there
The wind had no will to unfurl it
In dawn’s rabid red glare.

Wholemind

Great minds think in holograms
Not paradigms
Struggle of a plant to green
Struggle to hologram
Manifest the whole in part
Unfolding the lotus beyond
Rational mind.

2 Arn/John

Which way will you go after death?
Do I have a choice?
Discretion is real it seems.

Somehow, perfection is cracked.
Lost in such possible dream
I guess I’ll go with door number two.

Having Fun Going Down

Face it.
No one depends on me
except me and,
as far as I can see,
what’s in front of me
is the denouement, the
going down, just a natural
part of life of this ephemeral
organism…this is where the
prism of light becomes clear
digesting the past so the present
dance has the meaning of it all
but not the plodding weight
of mind, of baggage, what we
carry that has no meaning.

Having fun going down….so fun
So very …very…of things as they are…
playing on a blue guitar.

Anal Mucus

Only the best…
Wake up now, Fuckers…
It doesn’t get any other than this…
Buck up, Spunky! We got more chips!

Ars Poetica: Pool Analogy

I write with the intention that I play pool:

I don’t care if I win a lot…just give me

one good bank on the eight ball,

because that's what they'll remember.

Raw Meat

Do you see it?
Can you taste it?
It’s only words
Did you react?
How’s about I say…
Anal mucus….
Yes…negative
Reaction by many…
Only words…
The association
A memory…
A personal meme…
Only words.

So numbarded are we
Everyday by words
We live as a pack of
Over stimulated
Over reacting
Slathering dogs
Howling silently
Through malls

That’s why I don’t
Learn Spanish…the
Silence is getting louder…
Peace is rearing it’s
Gigantic space.

I’m just a peace
of raw meat
in an open place.

Not Enough

Not enough, no, the night
That flames it’s darkness
And knows that all the tells
Of what is known
Don’t seem to be enough,
No, the heart is still the tell…
The heart is always the tell.

There's More Now

Why?
If ever…..
Jeeze, you get up
and more is expected

for me, getting up is enough.

More now is because there is more now

Of everything….even in Mexico….Cost Co
Sam’s Club

Everything is everywhere

Now and forevermore….

Suckers…..

Not me, because…

I got up.

Bad News

I’ll give you what you want if I have it,
which I don’t, so, if you’ll forgive me,
which you won’t, I must say this night
is too vivid and too long because it must
be for some insane reason which must be
me.

Blogdonovitch

Poem For Blog

Here, Blog, fetch my mind as it is now,
tendrelized, yes, sweetly, like anything
constructed, like a night, like a palace,
like a prison so beautiful in the now,
in the tension between the music I hear
and the words I write like Hemingway
tripping on life and death…..but let’s not
talk about that now…let’s wait till the
extreme shivers begin to call.

Selfone

Who needs a chip in the head?
There’s already a broken record
up there twenty four seven…the
monkey needs to be tamed.

Tepoztlan Story

“Thirty five years ago, there were no cars in Tepoztlan.
There were taxis, but most of their work was in Cuernavaca.”

Jerry had come to Tepoztlan in a busload of clowns, real ones,
from San Francisco about that long ago. They left and he stayed,
working for local bands, and later as a massage therapist. He was
a colorful character, but his Spanish was excellent, and the locals
took to him. He dropped out of Yale. He dropped out of everything.

“One time, back then, a taxi driver from Tepoztlan picked up a fare
in Cuernavaca at night. He didn’t get a good look at his passenger.
While they were driving, his passenger asked him if he was from
Tepoztlan. The driver said: “Yes, but how did you know?”
The passenger responded: “That’s not important. What is, is that
I have a message for the people of Tepoztlan. When the great
sorrow comes, Tepoztlan will be protected. You can let me out here.”

The driver stopped the car and let the man out. It was the middle of
nowhere. When the driver turned to collect his fare, the man was gone.

Evidently this story has been lore, since then, among the local
people. And the local people, the Tepoztecos, are not New Age
flakes.

They Know (A Fantasy)

The gutting of the US economy with no response
from the justice system… two wars that Obama
said he would stop still going on after four years….
2.3 TRILLIONS of dollars lost in those wars.…
for ten years the building of underground cities
across the USA….

The truth is where? Hysteria, fear and panic
promoted by media…information, dis-information,
misinformation blended into a confection of
confusion desensitizing the public to the truth.

If one looks at these phenomena coldly, one comes
to the conclusion that what seems to be happening
in the world is shrouded, hidden. No one’s
trying to save the world economy…in fact, power
is doing everything it can to steal as much as it can…
right now! And no one in power cares what
ordinary people think about it.

This smells of an end game. It’s no secret that the Illuminati
want to eliminate about 5 billion people. The strategy?
Hope that the prediction by scientists of a world destroying
solar flare happens in 2012, keep the people you
want safe underground, and let nature take care of
the problem.

A fantasy? Maybe…but simple logic and observation
show that people in power are acting as if
it could very well be true. Clinton got impeached
over a blow job. Bush did not get impeached although he
allowed torture. There are no standards anymore…
there is no truth that people can see or follow.
It’s a side show where the Carnies take the Rube’s gold
and flee town knowing that soon the town will be ablaze.

(In Huck Finn, by Twain, it's called: "The Royal Nonsuch")

Driving To Boulder

I didn’t think it would end
in my hot car, great sound,
driving to Boulder to the
Tribal Electronic Gaia Fiesta…
whatever...

but it did… all of it forever…
no problem…I have the music
like snapshots in my mind…
a map into the universe, like
coming off thirty six and
slowing down as you start
to head north…
and all that happened so
many times in the flash of
light that were those years,
arriving as we did into a place
so familiar, so beautiful,
so strange, to be branded
on the brain like first love.

The Wind: for VCTR

The wind makes the difference in your flesh.
The hammer-ring of birds and clouds.
Anyone can say anything about it.
Your speech embedded with natural truth
is the wind
is the salt of the sea
and the salt of your flesh.

1971-2011