Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Juice in The Drive Machine

Juice in the drive machine
macadamia nuts on the macadam
gears meshing as the meat goes on
heavy crystal clarity on the horizon
it doesn't get any more downhill
than this.

Juice in a nut case
maniac megillah ringmaster
never met a conspiracy I didn't like
alien ice in the freezer
throw another xenomorph
on the barbie.

Juice on the lam...gone for good
nowhere to turn back to
in my own neck of the woods
head down, monsters at bay,
lucky day, lucky day.

Juice in the titular titivated turbine
over there and back in no time.
Wanna see it again?


Answer Koan

I have the answer, but,
first you have to come up
with the right question.

The Empire Has No Clothes

Common sense has left the building.
The power of babble has led to this.
Even the rats can't keep up in this race,
and are abandoning the ship of state.
Justice is served hamstrung and 
caramelized. 
A tainted sapistry decorates the halls...
a blizzard of whiny snowflakes drowns
decency in emotional Dumbo gumbo.
If it wasn't so real and insane, it could
be mistaken for absurdity... an inane
reality no one could have bad dreamed.
The truth has become the black sheep...
arguments won by the most convincing
lies...such an empire built on deception.
Everyone rolls in their graves.




Blue Morning

Taj Mahal perfect way to crank
it up, Corrina; since you left I've
been looking for hope in the trees,
love in the flowers, moments that
I want to remember; futility of lost
time, last chances, drive by in the
take out lane, evicted from belief,
all that's left of me stays wasted.

I've come to the conclusion it's
not my god damned planet...how
could it be? I've known real human
beings....many carried guns...most
have fled the organized chaos, or,
died with a needle jutting out their
arm...some surviving in the tamasha
superhumanly with hearts of gold,
but, over all, I'd rather be in situ.

It's not the planet I grew up on...
something went wrong, or, the
way things usually go when 
nobody's paying enough attention.
Entropy also means that humans
are starting to give up on
themselves now, not working for
the benefit of others or the whole,
grabbing as much as they can
while they still can...I didn't sign
up for this...or maybe I did.

Blue morning. One can dance to 
the blues...it's what kept so many
alive when they had nothing else.







Sunday, December 11, 2016

Describe

Describe the motion of your heart...
describe what you felt
when the wind hit you
when you pushed the plunger 
of the syringe
when you woke up on the floor of
a bar in Chicago
when you reached in your pocket
and grabbed your poke and the 
note in it said "no more coke."
when you woke up in the morning
a beautiful woman beside you
when you woke up and the bed 
was empty
when you saw color
for the first time.

Old Chicago Bluesman In Tepoztlan

He had a soft voice...hard to hear,
but his stories of living with black
south side bluesmen were the blues
themselves, the glint of a switchblade
in his eyes as he smiled, a saga
in his hunched body.

Buddhist Rant #32-B

The dharmas of samsara
are failure, unsatisfactory.

Buddha's dharma, based 
on the truth, is the path,
how reality works.

The path leads unerringly
to liberation from suffering
and to awakened mind.

Once one is firmly established
on the path, even obstacles 
become opportunities for
further learning. Even death is
not the end to this path.

Expressed another way, from 
the samsaric P.O.V., life is a
dead end..."you just numbly
don't get there." (J.K.) That's
because a linear P.O.V. ...
birth-death, finishes...one shot.

Buddhist P.O.V. is cyclical, and
eternal...whether you like it or 
not.

"One lifers" actually wander 
through realms of existence, 
(not just the human), with no
understanding as to how the
whole thing works, therefore,
trapped in it, and by it and by
ignorance.

Buddhism says an ocean of
blood is how much you've had
in all the bodies you've lived in.

Either this statement is made up,
or it is true and based on a
greater ability to perceive than
untrained minds have.

How many times do you
wanna roll those dice?















Friday, December 9, 2016

The Megillah

Undereducated monster children cry.
Not understanding the past, they can't
see the present. They don't listen 
because they can't hear. Entrenched 
globalists will still try to take down Trump.
It feels  like when the Civil War pitted 
family members against each other. 
The agenda of the Nazi/Communist Left
in America couldn't be more clear. On
"The View" bobble-headed celebrities,
millionaire pawns, wail and gnash their
beautifully capped teeth. Even reality is
in question...where does fake news 
come from if not from the MSM liars?
Yes, if you say the lie over and over, as
in Nazi Germany, people become inured
to the truth. But, Michael Moore, most 
Americans DID vote for Trump. Most
Americans, on their farms and in their
factories, didn't buy what you were 
selling....sorry about dat...have a good
time. Things could still get ugly. But the
99% has awoken, and it will take
slaughter to put them back in their pens.

Koan For Stubborn Intellectuals

If you don't listen to me
it's because you can't hear me,
not the other way around.


Social Darwinism

Social Darwinism makes sense
in the blackboard jungle, in an
environment ruled largely by
competition. If, in order to survive,
you need to get smarter, you do 
that...if you need to be stronger, 
that's what you do.

Humans that have no mind training
as part of their education are stuck
in that paradigm. Mind training could
be the arts, sports, meditation, yoga,
and many other forms of discipline. 
Training the mind in those ways can
sidestep social darwinism, the 
philosophy of survival. This is because
minds that are disciplined are trained
to see the whole picture and are not
as subject to the reactive, instinctual 
mind. Reactive mind, in a fight-or-flight
mode, limits perceptions to those that
are immediately important, and doesn't
take time to observe the complexity of
a situation. Situations are only threats
or promises in that view. The greatest
warriors know when not to fight.

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Time Is A Dimension

We had opportunities in our lives that
most humans never have. Perhaps in
the golden ages of certain cultures, the
people in those experienced similar
opportunities, like, say, at the time of 
Buddha in India, or, that of Hui Neng 
in China...where and whenever peoples'
lives could flourish, and there was 
enough freedom for exploration and
investigation.

Someone studied in India with great 
musicians... I studied with an enlightened 
Buddhist  teacher...so, we both had the 
right circumstances for our minds to be 
able to evolve. The amount of time we had 
available for this process was limited to, 
say thirty years...from right after WWII to,
say, the Eighties, for the sake of argument...
certainly not a lifetime or the time of a 
dynasty in China. Now, the situation, at least
where we grew up, is not so auspicious, 
although tools of self evolving are available
to anyone in the world who cares to explore 
them more than ever in history.

If one grew up in India or China when they 
were flourishing cultures, one might have 
become a court musician, one a court poet.
That's how karma seems to work. There was
plenty of time at those times to evolve.

Trungpa had a vast vision of what he wanted
to accomplish. Part of what he was able to do
was because he had students that groked him, 
and became part of that vision. But he couldn't
fully manifest his vision at this time and place 
because of the aforementioned compression 
of time, the speeding up of time.

This doesn't mean he failed in his lifetime to do
what he wanted to do. To put his efforts into
perspective, he wrote to his students in his will
about his work: "Such thunderstorm does not
stop."  If he died before his vision manifest, how 
could he know that his work would continue 
unless he could perceive time?  If we were color 
blind, we'd have to take someone's word about
red.

Evolution seems to involve increased
intelligence. It also involves increased
perception. Only the higher mammals
have color vision, binocular vision.
Binocular vision means these beings
are able to perceive the third dimension.
All beings travel through the third dimen-
sion, but only the ones with higher
intelligence are able to perceive it. Time
is a dimension we move through, but we
don't have perception of time the way we
do with the third dimension, although, it
is said, some humans who are enlightened
are able to perceive the dimension of time.  
So, it seems logical that as humans evolve,
their perception of further dimensions
increases. Since this increase depends on
awareness, increasing the clarity of 
perception, through meditation for example,
would indicate part of the evolutionary
process. Since humans are able to increase
perception, they are able to self evolve. 

Friday, December 2, 2016

Chaos

A tornado levels a house,
but a flower in a vase
remains on a table,
a probability miracle.

Everyone laughed at Trump
when he began his run, and
many still don't believe he won.
A butterfly flapped it's wings.

"A great order is a great disorder"
Wallace Stevens...the rug is 
pulled out all over America...
we live in interesting times.

Chaos is very good news...
what goes up, must come down...
"the hidden mechanism of machine 
within machine within machine..."

Throw a puzzle into the air...
wherever the pieces land 
is the solution. 

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Chicago In Tepoztlan

The blues here is brighter
as hopelessness shows
its happy face   the music
hypnotizes in its own way
my tenement beneath the
El is a smoky disheveled
palace surrounded by 
wabi-sabi garden of Eden.
Now I know what they were
singing for.

So Far, So Good

Wrote something already,
the pump is primed,
we've entered the worm hole...
why not? Why are the kids
going crazy in infantile froth
unless the earth is passing 
through an energy field?
Canaries in the coal mine...
poles-a-shifting, Kanye's
paranoid, Trump's in the
White House to show us
reality, the Cubs won the
World Series, so far, so good.


History

What is human history other than the
story of man's inability to live with himself?
Overpopulation is a testament to man's
lack of wisdom and control. Is man a failed
experiment by aliens? What makes us so 
sure that aliens, being superior, can't make 
big mistakes?

....some rich bastard on Zeta Reticuli gives
his son earth as a science experiment... we
just don't know.

Humans don't seem to learn from their 
mistakes. If we were A.I., we'd be a 
failure.

...someone on Alpha Centauri looking at
earth: "bad infestation of humans on earth...
get out the Raid...I'm sure the cockroaches
won't mind...or, we could just wait and let
them destroy themselves...won't be too long...
save a nickel."

History cannot be understood without
recognizing the probable involvement
of aliens from other planets. Is there
any evidence of such involvement? 
If governments know of it, they're not
talking...but back engineering of alien
craft, it is speculated, is the reason 
humans have everything from computer
chips to fiber optics and beyond. 

Many historical trends have reasons 
that are unknown, such as the Cambrian
explosion...the rapid evolution of species.
And where and how did white people come
about, when our most ancient precursors
seem to have been black people? And why
do cave paintings and medieval art depict 
flying saucers and astronauts? Why did 
pyramids appear all over the earth at
approximately the same time, built with
technology that humans did not possess
at the time?

The evidence for extra terrestrials may be
circumstantial, but it is massive. Do 
governments keep the truth hidden because
they realize they are not really in control?
It seems that the pressure on world leaders
to reveal what truth they know is growing 
quickly.

"If you knew what we do, you will never sleep again."
NASA director of astrophysics, Paul Hertz