You Can't "Just Say No To Drugs"

Aspirin to Xanex, we take drugs

constantly, so, don't be a hypocrite,

and pass me the pipe.

Proposal

Change the name of the capitol 

of the USA to: 

Brainwashington, District of Confusion,

The Unglued States (of mind) of America

Vajra Nature

Diamond nature mind;

Indestructible, naturally 

occurring existence.

Complete crystal clarity

without concept.

Unelaborated,

uncomplicated,

uninsulated

bare wire mind.

Kali Yuga Haiku

The Kali Yuga;

nobody likes a spoilsport

at the big orgy.

Dawn Of The Kali Yuga

Downward spiral of ego out of control.

Common sense taken out of the game.

If you haven't been paying attention,

you're in big trouble.

Mamos "destroy by creating the age

of weaponry."

What is important to people these days?

Art? Love? Truth?

Guns are right up there.

Fighting is entertainment.

Terror is organized.

World economy based on war.

Can you tell me this is not the trend?

Can you point to any well know 

idealist/realist that has not been 

murdered or marginalized?

Can you point to anyone in charge

that is not a criminal or insane?

Disneyland is what they want 

you to believe,

while they pick your pockets.

destroy your children,

ignore the mess.

It will get to the point where

cannibalism is fashionable.

You've been warned.

White Privilege (satire)

Whaddya expect? We built everything
and we own all the good shit, so whaddya
gonna do? Take it away?'cause you sure
ain't gonna get it by trying to make us

feel guilty! We might let you change a
few statues... maybe. Oh, Boo Hoo! So
sad! Chester, get my car  and Darlene,
a cold beer, chop chop! Look at it another 

way. Whaddya think's gonna happen to all
the white people in South Africa? Yeah,
that's right. So, what's it all mean? That
people aren't created equal. Under the 

law, yes, but people vary widely in terms
of intelligence and ability. All people should
have the same opportunity, but if they can't
cut the mustard, they should do something

else. Mankind has evolved, rightly or wrongly
where  privilege is an important element.
Socialism didn't work. Anarchy, on the
other hand......

Eclipse

Chiaroscuro,

battle of light and dark?

or, cycle:

continuous death and rebirth,

rise and fall of tides,

big bang, big collapse,

no clear winner,

endless poignancy

dissolving into nothing.

Get over it, get used to it:

pure perception, exactly

the way things are, warts

and all.

Two Questions

If I like women, does that mean I'm sexist?

If I like black people, does that mean I'm racist?

Commentary on Two Questions:

If you don't like vegetables because you think

food eats them...what does that mean?

If you like women...don't like women...are

indifferent to women...honestly, when are you

not sexist?

Sexism, racism, ageism, extremism,
fundamentalism any "reactionisms"

are simply different flavors of egoism.

The whole problem is ego...

the only problem is ego...

it's what ego does...

it's all ego does.

Ego IS the Terminator

Public Service Message To Children

Subject: prison, the big time out.

"You've been very bad, and you'll have 

to stand in the corner for the rest of your

life."

No one wants to hear these words.

So, kids, if your parents haven't taught you

right from wrong, take lessons because,

otherwise you might find yourself eating

rotten food in a dank cell with a severely

enlarged asshole. If this scenario doesn't

sound good to you, heed my advice.

The Imam

The voice crooned religious froth over

the loud speaker like the voice of Leonard

Cohen but lost in nasal congestion. He

was an Imam. Anyone who listened to the

garbage that he had to say had to be a 

true believer of the most concrete variety.

P.T.Barnum, the first lay Imam, put it 

bluntly in his famous statement: "There's

a sucker born every minute." This was 

special froth: Leonard Cohen depression

froth. No wonder so many were stupidly

happy to blow themselves up. I now 

understand why UFOs were kept secret:

people can't handle the truth. And, what's

terribly worse is that they'll believe in

anything.

The End Of The World Part Deux

"This is the way the world ends:

not with a bang, but with a re-boot."


"You gotta big nose, Kid!"

Sammy Tulip was not in a good mood. He
woke up with a splitting headache for no
known reason. He was interviewing a twenty
two year old sword swallower for a circus gig.
Sword swallowing was not something that
young people usually took up, so, there had
to be a major problem with the kid, but Sammy's
philosophy was that there was a place for
everyone on the planet...it just needed finding.
Sam had a heart of gold....just ask his ex wives.
Woody Allen made a movie loosely based on his
character....(no, not "Crimes and Misdemeanors", 

the other one). Sam should have been retired for
ten years, but he  understood he was the last of
his kind. There would be no more show biz
hustlers to take raw talent from, say, Lincoln,
Nebraska, and turn it into a brilliant sellable
commodity. The human element was gone now

that corporations sent scouts to school plays to
root out the next  entertainment nugget: malleable
teens whose parents were only too  willing to see
them get rich and ruined.  It was a fool's gold rush
that  only seemed to quicken over time.

"You maybe gotta try something else. Look, there's
big money in eating hot dogs. If you can gulp down
a hundred in five minutes, you could make
thousands in one contest! Think about it. Call me
next week."

The young, handsome sword swallower closed the
door quietly behind him. Sam looked at  "the
paper". He had only one copy that was months out
of date by now. He found that the news didn't
change that much, and  that all he really needed in
the morning was a reminder. 

Sam looked out the fifth floor window of his office
at the busy city scene. This was his city, where he
grew up. He knew every corner, every dive, every
special address. It wasn't that the city had
changed that much... cities will be cities. But lately...
say the last ten years...change had taken place that
was subtle, incremental, insidious. It was as if
someone had changed the curtains in the room,
but only slightly, so that the feeling in the room was
"off" somehow...disturbingly un-pinpointable,
unnatural. At times when he walked the street, Sam
had the uneasy feeling that the whole thing had
become ludicrous. That the city's life, his life, 

continued, but that it could all end any second
based on the whim of some idiot throwing a
switch.  And it felt like the whole city...maybe
even the  world...felt it too, and that all
interaction between  people felt hollow as a
result....not manifest, not visible, but sub-rosa
as in the wane smile of the attendant as he
gives you the stub of your ticket. 

If somebody wanted to be a god-damned
sword swallower in life, why shouldn't they be?
Sam had really helped a few make it....not big,
but they made a living. He thought he should
help people because he had the ability to do
so and it just seemed right. It had given him
satisfaction  in his life, if anything had. 

But now there just wasn't much of a way to
work the system. He knew it was true in the
entertainment biz, and he speculated it was
probably  true of other aspects of the social
contract. Regulation was expected and
understood in all aspects of life; from getting
into the best day care to getting into the most
prestigious social club at Harvard. There were

always the exceptions, and they could still
become famous via YouTube. But risk management
had taken over society like ice-nine, and humans,
though not yet usurped by robots, were more and
more acting like them. Sam had to retire, not
because he didn't still want to help humans, but,

rather, that he couldn't find them. 

Ascension Of Mary

Day of ascension the Church 

orchestra plays

circus

         trapeze

                    music

as if heralding her performance.

Enclave

Ensconced in Tepoztlan,

minority of awake, in ghetto 

of saints posing no threat,

open source power spot

hidden in plain view.

All the world is in a stage

of unprecedented upheaval

with no place to hide. Oasis

of sanity rare as coffee break.

Simple problems here; why 

the store isn't open yet, when

the power will come back on.

It's usually a matter of time.

No one can solve human 

complexity by making it more so.

Rococo is cute but tiresome...

a blade of grass in a glass of water

is equally profound, depending 

on the mind.

In an eddy of civilization swirl,

backwater avoided by swift current

of events. Front seat in the theatre

of the absurd...pass the popcorn.

Impuritan

I don't pretend to be pure.

I see no reason to toe 

someone else's line,

rebelling against sideways

glance. Acute ballerinas

of probity leave me cold.

Let diversity over-top 

damnation. It's the damn 

nation that's at fault. It's

small minds trying to remain

safe in mental 

merry-go-round

prison. 

It's reptile fear mind,

unevolved and unglued

at the slightest whiff of freedom. 

The Situation

We're down to stems and seeds

reality is wearing thin

grinding bone to bone

engine frozen in mid-stroke.

Civilizations rise and fall

it's always been that way.

Global rise is new.

What happens when that starts

to drop?

I'm betting on aliens too good to

be true, but then, in my life

disappointment is the trend

Tripping To The Point Of Co-emergence

I watched my friend, Z__, on Skype, 

tripping on intense mushrooms. He 

was splendid. I noticed his process, 

which was one of alternating rapidly 

from panic to  release, panic to 

freedom.  The panic  is ego. The 

alternation between the  two shows 

the cusp where we make  the choice 

to go with fear, panic, or to go with 

openness. Riding this alternation is 

the meditator's  practice, the warrior's 

discipline. 

Guest Poet: Michael White

the children of Rimbaud

assume the duty 

to unleash rhetoric bombs

that explode the myths

of greed and possessiveness

and narrow-minded prejudice 

with the minstrel candor

and prophetic honesty

singing in the blood

to the drum beat of the heart

about redemption

from the diseases of society

and the unsung suffering

of those outside the law

sneered at

then revered

in the ocean of time

with mind romps

                        metaphoric jumps

                                     lyrical laments

                                                and cynical openness  

to the rain of inspiration

of tender paranoid recognition

of the new plague years

run rampant

leaving it to the poet 

filled with venom and wonder

to open the veins

and spill out the truth

Fallacy Of Scientific Materialism

The only thing science has discovered 

conclusively that has been helpful is

awareness of the limits of its ability

to know.

The Carotid Kid

"It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a
profoundly sick society."  J. Krishnamurti

Ernest's psychopathy was recognized at
an early age. The local constabulary knew
of his exploits as a child; torturing animals,
stealing, getting into fights. After a  certain
number of offenses, his data was automatically
sent to Langley, where his case was reviewed
to see if he was recruitment material. He was.
At sixteen, after an  arrest for assault, two men
appeared at his parents'  front door. They
explained they could help Earnest and  integrate
him into society, and they needed his certain 

skills. The parents were only too relieved to get
him off their hands. Earnest was trained with a
few others in the arts of assassination. He took
to his work like a duck to water. He couldn't
believe his luck: he was going to be  a
government approved killer! Never mind who he
was going to kill...that was other peoples'
concern. He was given a position at one of the
major news outlets, a good  place to gather
information and be another invisible suit.  Earnest
got his "nick" name because of his ability to just

snick the carotid artery of his victims so that they
bled  internally as if they'd had an embolism. His
skill was much admired. Now only eighteen, he'd
already made his bones by offing three
whistleblowers. He enjoyed placing the  nasty
phone calls to his victims, warning and
intimidating  them. He thought  the USA was the
greatest country in the world.