Mutation
Nourished by a barbed indifference
Further shaped by real music
Having separated personality from reality
Pawn captures Knight
Versed in the esoteric sciences
Blessed with an uncanny sense of touch
Those who would deny themselves his magic are made less
Becoming in time, deprived, depraved, deplorable
Alienated from the gullible herd
Ostracized for being too truthful
Hear what I hear
Know what I know
Feel what I feel
Existing at odds to society’s idiocy
Rejecting as I am rejected
Gradually displaying the unspoken underside of evolution
Hate me, please hate me
Hate me more
Through the eerie fog and mist, the faint, unsettling silhouette
of a solitary, shadowy figure moves slowly through the under
and overgrowth, evoking feelings of both curiosity and aversion.
We want to know. We don’t want to know……………
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Encomium
The waters run true
The skies remain blue
Otherwise, we live as angelics, apocrypha, avatari
Most have given up
We who remain continue unfazed
Guided by a sense of higher purpose
Existing as hieroglyphs, holograms, heyoka
The others, the others are no longer relevant
Yet we the faithful, the few remain
Held to a vision, adamant in our duty, our dharma
Uncorrupted by the proximity to a degenerate society
Under the table, the money flows free
Behind our backs, where none can see
Otherwise, we live as equations, epiphanies, experiments
Therefore, leave us one corner, one niche
Where we may take solace and be ourselves
Where we may whisper our grandiose ideas
As we quietly hone and refine our chosen craft
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Harbinger
Shunned by the gullible hordes
Scorned for being too independent
Too often misquoted, I turn to hieroglyph
Appearing in phases, origins unknown
Despised by half the sloven masses
Ignored by the other half
Further disfigured by a lack of applause
Born with an affinity for the night
More aloof by the week
Showing no reflection in the mirror
Outside in the stargarden, omens appear
Ingest this. Within minutes you will see things in a different light
You will then notice the halting novelty of my fins and gills
Aghast, you may then admire the grotesque beauty of my horns and wings
Myth tells us of another dimension.
One where perceptions may bend, where anything is possible
May the journey be long. May silence eventually guide........
Roses turn green, then back to blue
Sun and rain laugh, while the weeds show through
All things as one, but first as two
See, you don't know me, but I know you
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Leviathan
Moving in and out of hoax
Unfazed by their idiotic aspersions
Exiting the planetarium, all illusions disappear
Envied by no one
Measuring all things by dream
Removing the gloves that conceal six fingers
Becoming too aware of the uncomely protuberance of my snout
Foraging for endorphins
Saying nothing for days
To the clearing for my required photosynthesis
Greetings to those who wish me harm
Keeping a distance from the hateful human herd
Gradually taking the form of very old trees
Pausing for the sudden, subtle hum of my antennae
Rock, Paper, Science.....
Romans, Pilgrims, Mermaids......
Born of abstraction and apparition
In celebration of the abnormality within all
Looking upward, then within
I can still see the breadcrumbs they left along the trail
I remember seeing his boots as he ascended up into the clouds
Rumored of questionable DNA
Often reviled for speaking king's english
Glancing to my left,
Onlookers gather to gawk at my feathers and scales
Looking down, I see what were to be webbed
Are instead hooves. My hooves.
Abhor me. Load up with your christian bullets
Loathe me. Envision me mounted on your wall
Hunt me.......
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Seven Halos
Ordained by nature to be something more
Accompanied by a sense of the grandiose
Often surrounded by cats
Last night, a row of telescopes, tonight..........
I am looking at a photograph of several asian women. The longer I stare,
the more my intuition and esp increase, allowing me to know things I normally
would not.
As poet, priest, and prophet, I offer a fresh, new doxology
Enriching and elevating the spiritually inclined
Expanding horizons via sonnet, sutra, and strophe
I am standing beside a body of water. Moonlight reflecting across the
enchanted stillness. The longer I stare, gazing out into the water,
the more my intuition and esp increase. Exponentially.
Again, on stage, accompanied by musical brilliance
White rings on slender fingers
Ethereal hands on ebony and steel
Flanked by youthchoir and two sitaars
Culminating in a transformative phantasm of awesome light and sound
Playing the most complex music to date
A thunderstorm approaches from the southwest,
I feel the wind, the fury, I smell the rain
In the thunder, I hear my real name
Reminding me of who, of what I am
Pointing all to the Gayatri
Solving the mystery of the seventh halo
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Phylum: Troglodyte
Roaming the metaphysical hinterlands
Dealt a rotten hand at birth
All things being unequal, let the dance begin
Ravaged by a lack of euphoria
Perturbed by the porcupine needles in my leg
Further annoyed by the thickening fur underneath my clothing
Wherever I go, I wish I were somewhere else
Standing in the rain
Juxtaposing movements from Beetovan's third and ninth
Later this month, a meeting with Mothman
Medussa sends her regards
Activating the spectrometer inside my head
Behooved by the many portals I have visited
Time, the fourth dimension
Mind, the fifth
Avoiding the city fountain's recent cro-magnon reflection
Trying to hide the course hair on my hands and neck
All conspiracy theories are true
Objects may appear more wholesome than they really are
Mercifully alienated from the cesspool called humanity
Lowering expectations by the week
Embittered and alone, yet only I care
Stomp your right foot three times if you agree
Given to extremes, bringing out the worst in others,
Most often seen after a comet's pass
Possessing the genes of both Butterfly and Brontosaurus
Somehow ending up in the wrong zodiac
I am to blame for everything
Lumbering adroitly along the plaza
Becoming visible for one extended moment
Across the street, children point and yell
"Chupakabra, Chupakabra!"
Reminding us again,
That with hate, all things are possible
Obliged to nothing, pondering the fates
Wondering what its like to be human
Allow me to unwravel this previously never seen Scroll
Make of it what you wish
Retreating into the shadows
Retracting back into my Oeuvre
To abscond off into the hills
To live in harmony with the exotic flora a fauna
Remember me, think well of me, pee on me
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Virtuoso
Blessed with a flair for euphony
Born with a sense of the spectacular
Imbued with the creative spirit,
Displaying both precision and speed
Adorned in buckskin, suede, and imitation leather
Again on stage with orange gps guitar
Gifted, prescient hands on wood and steel
Flawlessly executing a series of runs and trills
Surrounded by musical brilliance
Culminating in an awe inspiring phantasm of other worldly light and sound
Versed in the esoteric sciences
Keeping the self intact
Exemplifying the merits of the aesthetic life
Cultivating a rare intrapersonal excellence and beneficence
Accumulating, via the magic of transcendent music
A treasury of sterling, unshakable virtue
Ravenflower, his voluptuous and loyal consort speaks,
"Unsullied by the surrounding, smarmy world
He lives for music
His thoughts are not our thoughts
He exists on another level
He is not like us, his destiny, his purpose is not like ours
Witness, focus, even stare if you must
Notice the Zen within and about him
Observe. Watch his hands. Learn from him"
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Transaurius
Divined from a thousand novellas
On the cusp of hallucination
Somewhere between the monastery and the circus.........
Devoid of any specious goodness
Deficient in any and all pragma
Having escaped from several weddings
One if by name, two if by shame
Resonant with the nerdy few
Attuned to the hum of the earth
With seaweed clinging to my reptilian shanks
Moss gathers along my molars and bicuspids
Approaching the waterfall,
Touched by the call to reproduce
Without my briefcase, no magic carpet will appear
Without my pitchfork, the world is less safe
Excluded for being too unorthodox
Spending more and more time around the zoo
Asked to pose next to an oversized geological time chart
Bats don't bite and the bees won't sting
Trolling the outskirts of suburbia
Spawned from a burst of lightning and phosphorus
Mutation has taken my horns and hiss
Evolution returns my tail
Altered forever by all that I've heard
Sunlight glistens off my scales and spikes
Reading from the book of Commune,
" Frequency, resonance, abnormality,
yin trumps yang, clocks spin backwards, Hocus Pocus "
Mentioned in both the Odyssey and the Mahabarata
I gave peter piper his first sack of peppers
I walked along side johnny appleseed
Because of me, the woman in question had to live in a Shoe
Facing north, nostrils flaring and ears twitching
Detecting a myriad of scents in the breeze
Activating 120 million years of submerged memories
No doubt, three brains are better than one
Poking my head through the bramble bush
Surveying the warm tundra and waiting livestock
Bon appetite.........
Due to sharing the same acreage with both the illiterate throngs
and the alcoholic hordes, a purification ritual is in order
Twilight arrives, all instruments are in ready in place.
Pull the curtain..........
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VonAura Sutra (Prologue to)
As the concert crescendos into an amazing, incredible phantasm
of holy light and sound, the audience is left spellbound and speechless,
held in the grasp of excessive beauty and power, transformed forever
by what they have witnessed over the past hour. Guitars, vocals,
keyboards, percussion.
In the scene before us, a group of white robed ascetics go about
their business at the edge of the water. Known as Essenes, this
aggregate of nature loving purists would soon produce one of the
most misunderstood and lied about religious figures of all time.
Only time and the effort of a few veracitors would begin to lend
some clarity to what became the most egregious heap
of misinformation ever perpetrated on the human condition.
Upon reaching their destination, three of the wisest would stop
to reflect, then turning to head back eastward, then pausing for each to
toss a token over the shoulder and into the well, thereby setting off a chain
of events that would lead to the timely essaying of most significant truth,
manifesting in the far future in the form of prophetic Sutra.
Scrying across the plains of Giza
Surveying the dark side of the Moon
Discovering another path to Ixtlan
Mirrored in the fibonacci sequence
Reminiscent of the voynich manuscript
Pointing to a virtual stairway to the stars
Becoming a player in the glass bead symphony
Leading to the one remaining mystery of the cathedral of Mind
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Hydra/Hellflower
Hiding behind a row of hedges
Impossibly out of place
Even with clues, mysteries remain
Scouring the lush undergrowth for nuts, seeds, roots, and berries
Ostracized for thinking outside the box
No longer embarrassed by my excess plumage
Believe me, low self esteem is much better than no self esteem
Slithering through the grasslands and swamps
Repelling as I am repelled
Impressed by the range of my spores
Somewhere right now, I appear in someone's crystal ball
Untethered to any confining logic
Having dined with both an ichthyosaur and a pterosaur
The more lonely I am, the more truthful I become
Those who disagree will now raise their left hand and draw a circle in the air
Pausing by the rocks,
Vegetation grows from my lower leg
Admiring a patch of cirrocumulus above
Accepting an award later for all that I have sired
No question, one head is better than nine
Distant cousin to both prancer and dancer
Guided through the forest by Tinker Bell
I remember waving upward to Rapunzel
Your mythologies are all wrong. I ate Hercules
Peering down into the darkest metaphysical holes
Making mincemeat of social order
Noticing the springtime emergence of my albino stems
and veridescent blooms
Greetings again to those who truly hate me
Sunning by the pavilion, no mirrors please
Granted, the last 100 years have not been kind
Compared to myself,
Cyclops looks like a movie star
Drooling noticeably on my way from the suburbs
Foaming and frothing as I stagger onward to the city square
Sporting an indignant and inexplicable halo of flies
Taking the seventh seat in a six man baroque recital
Releasing waves of unwanted bowel gas
Producing a cloud so dense and noxious that it somehow alters
the sounds of the individual instruments...........for much the worse
Resulting in a sudden and alarming mutidirectional dispersal of both band and crowd
Preparing now, in solemn anticipation, to take the form of the most
hideous, most horrible creature of them all. That of myself !!!
Epilogue:
Rumors abound of the Hydra being washed out to Sea,
only to find a small, remote island where he may allow his sprouting
tentacles to grow to fruition and enjoy an existence free of comparisons and aspersions.
More reputable sources report him taking the form of Hellflower and going
back, via time machine, to late winter / early spring of 1974, NYC, to witness the recording
and release of the most historically significant and amazing piece of Music ever.
We wish him luck............
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Chessmaster
Arranging twelve introductions for bassoon and harpsichord
Composing eight separate prakalpanas
My morning is taken,
My afternoon is full,
Try next door for shooting the bull
Welcome to my Ashram,
Please enter, first to the Studio
Then to my Study, Touch this button
And the sky roof opens
Later we will change our attire for the full moon
Free of hegemony and skullduggery
Void of ulterior motives,
Rook spots bishop, knight jumps pawn
All eyes on the board. Game on.....
Inside, real music plays, evidenced by sitaars an windchimes
Many cats adorn and enhance the interiors
Giving it the proper ambiance
Fabio, the younger, will now recite two pieces from 'Eyes To The Stars'
No longer do I analyze everything, everyone
Everyone is now taken at face value
You may call me Copernicus, first name Adam
Next month, I go by another name ...........
The picture you see turns into a Mandala
The book on the table is 'Your Inner Fish'
Such is the epicurian, aquarian motif
Later we can venture out back,
To check out my backyard spaceship
Allow me to introduce my three assistants
Pajamee, Ravenflower, and Swashisa
Your eyes do not deceive you
They are truly that beautiful..........
You may now interview me, if you still wish
You may request my autograph
If inclined, you may even kneel
Queen takes both bishop and knight. Check.
Rook waves to me from the side. Checkmate.
I lose again. Alegria ..........
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Homo Rejectus/Chameleon
Last seen hanging around a recent crop circle
Venturing out into the hooded hours
Under the auspices of a waxing gibbous
Leaving the bowling alley,
Comforted by the sound of my six legs
Having weathered the vicissitudes of existence
Take a picture. I may change at any moment
Sometimes mistaken for Bullwinkle
Showing up on too many nocturnal trail cams
Voted most likely to empty a room
Scheduled next week for an appearance on Jerry Springer
Direct from the local car wash
Sporting fresh antenna, whiskers and feelers
Named most unpredictable by the academy of sciences
Bearings set for risk and reward
Mocked and chided by once innocent children
Assailed for not looking like the rest
Rejected by every manifestation of the most hideous ignorance possible
Unable to even step into any given automobile
Such is the life of a lizard
Known as Harbinger to the Metrons
As Leviathan to the Munchkins
As Troglodyte to the Ossions
Truth be told, my first book was at Alexandria
I gave Mary her first lamb
I was at Oz before Dorothy
Cursed out by Little Red Riding Hood,
Nothing compares to the rain, mud, and glory of Woodstock
Strolling by the town creek
Avoiding museums and tattoo parlors,
As an advocate for the non human
As a descendant of the missing link
Right at the Dairy Queen
Changing, changing again, not in color
But in name, number and numina
Afterword:
Up ahead, a crowd gathers,
They seem to be looking under a bus with worried expressions
We can only hope for the best...........
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Mantradhamma
Gazing into the expansive interiors
Fascinated by the intricate and ornate patterns
Uncluttered and immaculate
Gravitating to an imperial excellence
Regal and resplendent
Elevated to and by a new autonomy
Reveling in the joy of an exquisite stillness
Reborn in an exalted awareness
Shastra. Sunyata. Sahasradala.
Moving into an uncharted serenity
Arising from deep within via the art of viapassana
Uniting the surreal and the scientific
Celebrating the the sacred and sacrosanct
Discovering the altar within
Accruing contentment in a sea of organic energies
Increasing energy and tranquility, with eyes closed
In celebration of nature's ubiquitous presence
Sattva. Tattva. Paramatma.
Living in the spirit of gratitude
Awakening to a world of cosmic truths
Transcendent and telepathic
Traveling by mind, to an ineffable euphoria
Tapping into a more meaningful dimension
Falling into the depths of the real self
Hearing a glissando of a hundred tiny windchimes
Knowing, Being, becoming.........
Shakti. Bhakti. Bhavana.
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Bon Vivant
" You think you hate me.
Just wait till you get to know me"
- the author
Known by a rare etiquette and elegance
By a compelling sense of exquisite zen
From alpha to theta, no chess tonight, Candy
Rather we shall arrange our glass beads to produce ethereal sounds
As president of the Cat Lovers Association
I am associated with the best of humanity
Welcome to my partially underground palatial estate
Feel free to enjoy the ambiance created by both a coven of cats
and the new age sitaar and harpsichord music ............
Hor d'oeuves, jello, gummies, arbys, incense............
Only the finest, only the best
Raised on the wisdom of Brother Dave Gardner
Placed on the ballot anonymously as a write in
As we speak, a book is being written about me
Concordantly, a movie about me is also being made. Marvelous
The skin has no tattoos and no piercings
All the decorations are on the inside
The society pages read like a who's who of Me
The local polo match awaits my arrival. Yes..........
Named most Regal by the council on Diversity
Replete with anticipation for tomorrow's star party
Posing earlier for a photo shoot with Sarah Palin
While in the background played a robust recording of Sousa Marches
Follow me now down the gradual, curving steps into the enchanted
underground living area and museum in the back. Sir Richard Branson
and Tulsi Gabbard will now read 'Vectors' from the book
' Eyes To The Stars' .
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Doppelganger
Unmoored to any silly criticisms
Traced to the mystical Godavari
Auspicious at the sound of the Gong
Making the least of a serendipitous situation
Forgetting the name of my last concubine
Look long and deep. Stare if you wish
Watch as I turn into two, then four, then eight
Ridiculed for seeing the big picture
Vilified for being far too unconforming
Seven the key to reality
Eight the same for infinity
Deformed by the extremes of solitude
Disfigured by the dregs of isolation
Salvaged by Emerson's compensation
Reading from the book of Commune,
" Old men, like old women, have powers "
Spending a day with Robin Hood
Having shared Tea wth with Pythagorus
Encountering Heyoka on the way to Dr. Lao's Circus
Texting 'Mayhem' as we speak
Having never sought happiness
Accepting the award for most inexplicable
Looking out of my primary cave
No doubt, everything is my fault
Ingest this. Now ingest this. Within minutes,
you will experience another dimension, one sometimes
referred to as a parallel universe. Again, as I turn into two,
then four, then one...........
Circle around while looking back at me every
acute angle. You see first a reptile,
then a fish, then doppelganger !
Please obey the No Shrieking sign above.
Some run for pleasure
Some run for improvement
And some just run............
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Hazendashe/Daikaju
Emerging from my hologram
Effect and cause, keeping it unreal
Onceuponatime, in a cloudforest far, far away.....
Rumored to be from the local commune
Entertained by a passing array of polynomials
Within me lies the blueprint for a second sphinx
Above me, cumulus roll by swiftly to the north
Accruing wisdom at a rate and ratio of passion to austerity
Hiding behind the laws of physics
Manifesting as music inside the human mirror
Personifying as the introverted extravert
Minding my own business
Passing by the local post office
With me to lead, every day is like halloween
Without such freedom, everything turns to monotony
Becoming more formless
Showing up in dreams, visions, and apercu
Appearing, like Eliza, most often after a rain
Pausing to chat with an the elders of the Starcoven
Fata Morgana. Epicura. Hanafuda. Rasa Lila
Reveling in a carousel of organic frequencies
Beloved by those who've never seen me
Space times time equals the universe
Space divided by time equals the human experience
Having surreptitiously witnessed several rituals at Stonehenge
Later to compose with Mozart
Recalling a memorable dinner with Cleopatra
Those who have seen me at Brigadoon will now speak
Not a creature of habit, just a creature
Destined to troll the suburbs
Time has taken my manners and charm
Evolution returns my brawn and brine
Here I am standing in the middle of a beet patch
The beast on the left is me,
The large angular bird on the right is also me. Hocus Pocus
Look into the quantum viewmaster
You see down the hillside a..........playful gathering of
five to six feet tall, pea green dinosaurs
Again, your shrieking will do neither of us any good........
Once known as Troglodyte
Transformed into Hydra and Hellflower,
To one day become known as Stormsinger
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Epilogue:
He looks like a bird
No, he looks like a reptile
Maybe its a cave man
He's a .........a fish
No, he's a stegosaurus
He has scales and spikes
Look through these, he ...........
Omy, he has horns, and ..........claws
and fangs.........and hooves !
He must be from outer space
It's not human, it can't see us
Yes it can, its looking right through us
One thing for sure,
He's not like us, he's not like us !
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Panjandrum i.e. the end of poetry
"Pay no attention to my left hand
Watch my right hand, I repeat,
there is no reason to pay any attention
to my left hand ! " - author
Raised on radio, mentored by myself
Voted least likely to shoot an innocent animal
Welcome to my humble castle
Please enjoy the exquisite surroundings and cuisine
Only the finest, only the best ........
Buoyant from last night's symphony
Having graduated with honors from Zensa
In my many world travels.........
Returning from my nightly walk,
Rather than flowers, an array of emerald, ivory, and jade
Having redefined almost everything
I open no doors for no one
I represent the end of chivalry
For reasons best expressed in silence
Every meeting an affront
Every encounter an invitation to umbrage
Recently appointed to the council on excellence
With every iota of hate, my hair grows another one eighth inch
To your question, no - I don't watch TV,
I am the TV
Stepping to the podium, to address the local breed of thescurrilous masses,
Camera. Drum roll, " You represent the absolute bottom of the
proverbial barrel. Your deceitful, devious, duplicitous existence
is no longer a secret to just you. I see you just exactly as you are, you
lying piece of , worthless, appearance obsessed garbage.
Please do not look at me or attempt to judge me with all your missing parts
you call your mind. I see your misbegotten, well disguised hatred for
me, me of all people.
Ask permission before you dare speak to me, you horrible, godless, pathetic
piece of media induced ignorance. You're not even human, not even close.
You think and look more like livestock than human.
Understand, I am not here to change you, only to see you exactly as
you are. Dogs and/or Pigs, every one of you. All facades are down,
all trickery is now transparent. Go, get away from me. Your mere presence
is blasphemous "
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Three Other Books, Coming Soon
- Onceuponatime,73-77 The first Book
- Elucidation Emeritus 87-89
- Masterpiece, Eyes To The Stars 02-010
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