Open Wide

The dentist says this and we do it.

The world is saying it every day you’re alive,

it needs and wants your openness.

The world needs your heart exposed.

How else is it going to learn?

Be like the poets and prophets and

troubadours of the past!

Sing your song that no one has heard!

Sooth the savageness of the untamed world!

A Suggestion For Musk (television) Media

Start the day with the Star Spangled Banner,

the way they used to do it at the end of the t.v. day.

Next, a headline:

You Were Wrong or,

You Were Brainwashed By:

Followed by a list of all the 

criminals and their crimes,

scrolling down endlessly.

You know, something in their face

the way the lies have been in ours

since I was fourteen.

Something to start the wake up process,

the unbrainwashing of America,

a bigger challenge than going to Mars.

Thanksgiving

Tomorrow a nice feast.

Today waiting to get up.

No change of seasons in Mexico.

Only the Jacarandas in January

coming to bloom with lavender flowers

mark the time.

I’m very thankful I haven’t lived in the States

for the past twenty years.

It’s been too crazy and it’s not my problem.

I tried to help teaching Buddhism, building

meditation centers, for thirty years.

It helped some, but this is the Kali Yuga,

after all. 

This is the time when it’s hardest to hear the truth.

That fact is everywhere apparent, isn’t it?

It’s a good thing that time and space are infinite.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t stand a chance.

Waiting For The Next

Revolution 

hamburger 

love affair

job

Savior

bus

sequel 

game

response

opinion

analysis 

religion

poem…

…you want fries with that?

Deus Ex Machina

Synonym for a U.F.O..

If there ever was one, it’s Elon Musk.

I’m happy to sit back and see what he’ll do next.

Is he just another Homosap? An alien? 

A cross between the two? An evolutionary bridge?

An absurd metaphor like a monkey with a banana 

up somewhere special? Big Rocket Man..ooooh!

There’s a marketing tool!

Are We Alone In The Universe?

As a plumber, I had a rule/law: 

If, in the chaos that was the back of my truck,

I found a particular fitting I was looking for quickly,

I was sure that in that chaos there was one or more others

of that particular fitting. Law of averages.

The same holds true for the universe, as in:

we’re here….and then there’s the rest of the universe.

Why would you think we were alone?

The truth is scaleable.

Spontaneous Human Combustion

Now that I’ve got your attention, 

wass up?

On the brink of nuclear war,

what I’ll have for breakfast tomorrow,

will taste mighty good

Writing is 

spontaneous human combustion,

in a way,

certainly energy that radiates…

how far out depends on how hot it is.

Nuclear War is something you don’t 

want to stand next to because you’re 

chilly. You would be toasty in a flash.

I remember in the 50s, under my desk

in school as a drill.

It’s the same deal right now.

A real war game.

Risk.

Now comes the

spontaneous human combustion.

Jack Of All Trades

I almost titled it: “Jack Of All

Tirades”, but that would have been

too cute…but it filled a couple of

lines of writing, so, you see what I

did there? Thanks, Jeff.

No, I figured out, objectively, that I

was never stellar at anything, except

acting, but I was good enough at 

everything. A lifetime B+ student,

let’s say…we had to do SATs for 

college back then…adequate human

intelligence for the job I had to do.

I did do things, plumbing and theatre,

you don’t normally put together.

I had a friend who was an apprentice

plumber to Philip Glass. Philip Glass

hates if anyone knows he was once a

plumber. I think that’s funny that he’s 

ashamed. Jack London was a seaman.

Neal Cassidy and Jack Kerouac worked

on the railroads. After a while,

Local professional theaters dried up,

somewhat replaced by comedy clubs.

Physical art was replaced by electronic

and manipulated art. Art imitating art.

But, to finish this because I lost track.

Men, the sweaty, dirty ones that come 

home from work, are back.

Yin Yang Boomerang

“The mind doesn’t die” Chogyam Trungpa

Today’s heroes are tomorrow’s villains.

No matter how good it gets, it’s still samsara.

A gaining idea is the problem…

trying to get somewhere else than here.

It’s not that it’s bad to want things to get better.

Grasping and clinging derail good intentions.

Acting without understanding always leads

to distress.

Believing without seeing doesn’t get us to Mars.

Enlightenment doesn’t depend on colonizing

the universe.

It arose spontaneously on the earth when causes

and conditions were ripe, naturally,

without overthinking, as it does everywhere in space.

Don’t cry for the human race.

The music we play echoes everywhere endlessly.

Speculation And Theory

There’s a whole lot more we don’t know than

what we do know. 

You can know this by all the books full of

speculation and theory.

Not the Bible, for example, rather all the 

books written about the Bible.

Not history for the same reason.

Not extra terrestrials…same reason.

Not science…same reason.

Mind has been crunching numbers like there’s 

no tomorrow constantly forever.

Occasionally a mind looks at itself,

and stops crunching.

That is the ultimate algorithm.

That is nature seeing nature

which ends questioning.

That is nature realizing itself.

Everything else, including going to Mars,

is just window dressing.

Election or Nuclear War?

Yes, the election was the start of the

Second American Revolution.

Yay.

Doesn’t matter if nuclear war starts with Russia.

There won’t be two sides anymore.

There won’t even be one.

Einstein or Musk?

Who was/is smarter?

They both believed in God.

Let me repeat the question.

Identity Politics

Is nothing sacred?

No, “nothing” is not sacred,

neither are any other words

or emotions

because they’re just words and emotions.

So, if I hurt your feelings, it’s not that I’m 

happy that you’re suffering, but I’m not

worried because, if you’re an adult, you’ll

get the fuck over yourself.

The End Of The World Has Been Postponed

Due to unforeseen circumstances of

Trump’s reelection.

Don’t worry…hope of all is lost is not lost.

My personal life is precarious, and I see the

United States in the same way.

Just for the sake of fantasy, let’s imagine that

Trump is the Savior of America, of civilization.

People are still trying to kill him…organized people.

Many politicians, the Same Stream Media, all the

usual suspects don’t care that the American people

said they wanted Trump to run the country their way.

Too much power, control and money is still at stake.

This is not yet a movie one can predict a happy ending.

If you like history, we’re where America was against the

Japanese after the battle of Midway in WW2.

The anti-humans, the socio-psychopaths, the Satanists,

 and more, that hold power must be forcefully removed.

As Jack Kerouac wrote: 

“Walking on water wasn’t built in a day.”

No More X

X blocked me, I don’t know why.

I’ve only been on three months.

It was the height of the election, 

so that was good. I saw what X 

was all about. Now that I don’t 

have it, I’ll be writing more, not

distracted by that time sucker.

Da (sign, message)

A black butterfly with a yellow stripe the

whole of its wingspan, zig zaggy because

of the corrugating of the ribs of the wings,

fluttered fifteen feet above the street as if

pausing to look down on the scene, holding

it’s own in the air current, in one spot above.

Was it a messenger? 

Might as well could have been.

(Just then, a flash of metallic gold, the sun 

reflected off of gold metal, and simultaneously 

a low boom in the background.)

Potpourri

Magic

My life has been filled with magic

of quantum intuition that propelled me

in a certain direction not based on a

rational decision, like when you hesitate 

for an instant before crossing the street

not knowing why, but avoiding thusly a

car careening your way. Recognizing the 

clues and acting accordingly, I moved to

Mexico, in retrospect my best decision.

None of the philosophers have come up 

with a better way to understand reality.

“The Bridge Of San Luis Rey”

Addendum 

It’s my blog and I’ll write if I want to.

I was in a nightclub at one of those booth

tables full of people I barely knew.

A stunning woman on my right leaned over

and whispered in my ear:

“I want to rub your dick and see if it gets big enough.”

I whispered in her ear:      “Help yourself.”

Autopsy

Everything of my body seems to be working.

I haven’t felt this spry in a while.

If I died suddenly, in this condition,

they couldn’t pinpoint a cause.

Especially bewildering would be the

smile my face.

Denouement 

As an old man, I don’t take many chances.

It helps to not have many passions left.

I can concentrate on survival, a kind of 

dance, dance of death maybe, beautiful 

nonetheless.

It’s a joy to still appreciate anything.

The simple pleasures are now the best;

a cup of tea, a joint, some MDMA, 

nothing fancy. (That was humor)

Gotta go! Attention span, you know.

I’m surprised I got this far.

The Purge Of Evil (November 2011)

For everything there is a season.

This is the time of hell on earth.

This is the time of the flowering of evil.

The Lords of Materialism have seized power…

It is their time.

The karma they accumulate from their evil deeds

Will rid the world of them for a long time…

They will not be reborn as human.

It is the time of the purge of evil.

Remain human!

Don’t get sucked into their trip!

This has to happen now!

Don’t give into their bloody game!

What goes around comes around!

Cultivate compassion!

The leaders are lost in lust!

Their self destruction is inevitable!