Essayene, continuing
Master of Ceremonies
Fresh from a stay at Omega Institute
Soon to venture up the pacific crest trail
Welcome to my elaborate, state of the art mansion
Feel free to wallow in the understated and rarefied elegance
Named most Gallant by the Enemies of Arrogance
Often sought for advice by several foreign governments
Chosen by the city fathers to plan and ride in the next parade
I make bruce wayne look like a hobo
Having read, and possible written ' the Elucidations '
I welcome those with an appreciation for the Arts
To the left, a 50's SF movie plays
On the coffee table sits a copy of '1421'
To the right an oversized periodic table of the elements
Later we will bring Saturn into focus on the balcony
Again welcome to the mecca of taoist exorbitance
Feel free to admire the framing of pure, exotic white leather
King or Queens English please, american
Those who cannot mutter some form of mutually understandable
english will be thrown out
Gloating over my many accomplishments
The awards keep coming, the trophy room is full
Please enjoy the posh surroundings and forbidden music
Allow me to introduce my three honored guests
Carlos Santana, King Diamond. and ZenRaven
For now, let us enjoy the pedigree of our company
Food and Drinks are on the way, thus
Allow me to introduce my select band of servants,
all well compensated for and happy to be here,
Be not troubled by the darker tone of their skin
All are happy and adore the master
In the spirit of pure Zen balance and contentment
First Sudoku, then a game of Mahjonng, thus
Allow me to introduce the magnificence and munificence that is Me
Those who disagree may now walk into the water like babtist lemmings
Later, we will entertain and humiliate the one who calls himself
the most interesting man in the world. Chump...........
All about the estate, a sense of prudence and purpose prevails
Reading from the book of Elixir, "Study the many forms of nature,
the different types of birds, clouds, and trees. Celebrate diversity"
Outside, an unexplained serenity descends on the premises
His cape is off the hook
The Master has left the building
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Camelot II
Named most eccentric by Bon Vivant Magazine
Voted most obnoxious by Narcissism monthly
Nominated for Man of the Year by Count and Duke Journal
Pardon please, the prime minister of Japan is on the phone
Enthroned as most wonderful by the carbon footprint society
Next year the Appalacian Trail
Chosen as honorary scoutmaster by both the boys and girls scouts, local
Invited to speak to the Sisters of Renaissance
A statue of me is being sculpted as we speak
Welcome to my charming, exorbitant Chateau
Note the color scheme, emphasizing turquoise and orange
Upstairs, a purple and yellow schemata dominates
In the foreground plays the song 'White Wedding'
On the screen plays an episode of Kung Fu, '72
The other sounds you hear are the elite band of servants preparing our dinner
All are from either Cameroon, Angola, or the Congo
My fiancee, 'Pots and Pans' hails from the Congo
Polygamy has now it finest hour
Having just won another award for nothing
I recommend a walk through the quartz garden
For those interested in genuine cotton clothing,
See the Maitra D at the back
Here, each may think and be anything in any way
All affirmations are active, all actions are affirmative
Feel free to dissent and protest
The dungeon below is open for business
Known for requiring a certain loyalty
I compete for no prize, status, or female
I play second fiddle to no one, thus
I spend a great deal of time alone
The music says now, the mirror ball shines and spins
Allow me to introduce my three honored guests
Vanessa Mae, Jack Nicholson, and Pee Wee Herman in Hologram
Envy then either me or my white leather jumpsuit
There is no surprise, per se
I am the surprise
Bring on the party hats and whistles
But first, a sing-a-long featuring all of us
Hit it: " A white sport coat........and a green carnation
I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
A white ... sport coat.........and a green carnation
I'm all dressed up and no where to go............"
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Stormsinger
Born of thunder and lightning
Carrying through the dense, ominous clouds
Evolving from and through several atavisms
Culminating, manifesting as the precursor of Rainmaker
Chanting through the beautiful fury and force
Effectuating a new autonomy
Creating, in truth, a new taxa
Descended from the Kesins
Emerging slowly from 80,000 years of caves
Having spawned a daughter who became famous as a mermaid
Adapting as best my amphibious nature
Noticing the silver hue of my outer skin
Above, skyhawks glide at 600 feet,
To the south, a rainbow forms and captivates
Passing by a row of three log cabins,
Stopping to briefly chat with Rabbi Yasgur
Exchanging aphorisms not normally heard on earth, circa 2023
Approaching the bronze pyramid
Inside are my degree, my pedigree, my oblong thesis on 'solipsist nothingness'
Those who doubt and disagree may now open their satanic bibles while listening to crime inducing
gospel non-music
Surveying the area from my highest perch
Beset by memories of flying, then swimming
Drawn to the incoming fog
Longing for my Aegean past
Heading into the city
Pausing again to play Lady of Spain on the Xylophone
Remembering here where I was egged by wayward teens last year
Never to forget that hate makes the world go round
Holding in my hand a letter from Ben Franklin
Having helped turn Gregor Sampsa back into a human being
First to argue politely with Zoraster
Having played marbles and hopscotch with both Pinocchio and Cinderella
MindFreak is now calling on the phone
Angling back toward the town creek
Looking down into the ravine
Recalling a passage from the Book of Elixir,
"Turning the wheel of Abraxas upward,
The surreal takes the lead. Truth re-assimilates perception.
Virga. Relata. Imperia. Bravura. "
The clouds return in compelling, tumultuous form
The earthchoir assembles to sing to and through the fury,
To make, without trying, a resounding, joyful noise
To, in effect, sing up a storm
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Ogre
Hot on the trail of whoever stole my loincloth
Surely to find something
Plodding along with authority
Uninspired by the banality of the landscape
No selfie today, no Shakespeare in the park
Becoming less human every day
Altering my genetic code via mind and music
Growing body parts in places not meant to be
Groomed for nothing,
Unwelcomed at every turn
Voted Ogre of the Year by Boil and Pustule magazine
Having to hire a cartologist just to keep track of all my chancres
Deposit 50cents to have all speculative fiction and poetry transformed
into a small, white, stuffed bunny rabbit
Emerging from the Grove
Snorting and grunting as I become less agile with each step
Hearing from the balcony across the street,
A youthchoir in regalia and robes,
Singing here comes Frankenstein to the tune of Here Comes Santa Claus
Lumbering into the city square
Relieving myself in the city fountain, thereby
Accidentally exposing myself to a school of nosy goldfish
Plodding along with less dexterity
Across the way, onlookers gather and gawk
Defiled by every known jinx and curse
Deformed by every possible manifestation of an alcoholic christianity
Descending to a new level of very low self esteem
Reading from the Book of Transaurius,
"Go where I go. Know what I know
Praise the heavens and earth
Reap what I sow"
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Tetrascroll
As psychology moves more towards philosophy, the axis of the zeitgeist
begins to tilt towards the more esoteric and ethereal, altering both the collective
unconscious and the flow of human history.
By dividing reality into smaller, more cogent aggregates,
one may better study and comprehend the both the divine order and
structural integrity of both the parts and the whole.
The goal of the Seminar was to re-examine the connection
between imagination and emotion, between destiny and higher purpose,
discovering along the way that "truth" and reality are not synonymous.
The individual needs to feel both adequate and either loved or close enough
to someone other to feel love. Without either, there is disorder, malfunction
and/or neurosis, thereby bringing into view, the secondary needs; the need to belong,
to not be misunderstood, to feel both a sense of safety and a sense of purpose and
lastly to have something to look forward to.
In building the perfect paradigm, the larger, more significant concepts
are surrounded by the more subconscious variables, thereby adding context and
perspective, while increasing the synchrony, symmetry, and synergy of the whole.
Investigations into macrocosm reveal a bewildering, byzantine lattice and web,
replete with metaphysical principles and abstruse theories, bringing
to light an occluded reservoir of elucidating machinations connecting the minor
and major gestalt.
Soon after the release and canonization of the fifth and sixth scrolls of the 21st
century Tao, rumors concerning the seventh scroll begin to swirl, suggesting an
emphasis on both real music and a secret science of the stars. ESI. Astronomy.
The career of fantasy, i.e. philosophy.
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Legacy
Written to be read, not read aloud, the five books that comprise
his sterling Oeuvre represent a new standard and trajectory
in the field of speculative to philosophical literature.
According to Chiavenna, philosopher and astronomer of the late 21st century
, "his works are a miracle, an act of divination, especially Eyes To The Stars,
and Essayene. His eloquence defies comprehension."
Inspired by both music and literature, i.e. blueoystercult and a combination
of Hesse, Krishnamurti, and A. Watts, the first time writer delights us
with a well thought out collection of post-adolescent, woe is me, confessional
poetry. Titled, 'Onceuponatime' the previously titled 'Subconscious Orchestations '
takes the reader through a wonderland of amazingly novel ideas concerning the
psychological and philosophical. Well worth reading..........
In the second book, 'Eludication Emeritus', or Elucidations, the as it has
come to be known, the truth seeker, i.e. reader finds himself in a totally
unique literary wonderland, where depth and uncanny insight join
to create a novel, transformative literary experience.
Characterized by novel concepts, original phrasing, and philosophical motifs
the five books present a slight challenge to those raised in 'western traditional
belief systems, and a delight to those on the trail of universal to spiritual truth.
By transcending the mundane norm, the five books demand attention and appellation,
if for nothing else then the sheer amount of metaphysical apperceptions and observations.
Inspired by real music, the first book signals the arrival of a new, soon to
be prominent writer. Both praised and loathed by critics, the first book,
'Onceuponatime' is easily categorized as confessional, woe is me, welcome
to the world of the ostracized artist. Those of a similar ilk will be delighted
by an array of metaphysical concepts, while the old hat, see you on sunday crowd
will be equally horrified and/or put off by what the author is offering for reading.
Both drawn from and pointed to the future, the five books represent
a pinnacle never before seen in the literary world. Being both polemic
and cinematic, the five books engage, activate, elevate, and enrich the inspired mind.
Quoting Celcius, the Visionary, "His in-absentia appearance at the
Oyster award ceremony indicates nothing worth pontificating or speculating
about. His continual refusal to attend poetry readings does leave the reader
and critic somewhat puzzled."
Being a person of exactitude and extrapolation, his divine excellence
was at his best when totally alone. No one except possibly himself knew
all the forces at work, including all the solitary hours which he somehow
kept out of his resplendent Oeuvre.
Isosceles continues, "His disgust for ignorance played a key role in the
progress and completion of each of the five books aforementioned. In yet
another of his many personal profiles, we see a slightly different portrait
of complex artist in his prime. Viewing the Self as a pastiche of separate
yet similar selves, the last four manuscripts connect with the reader on
several levels, mainly that which continually clarifies by throwing away
the unnecessary clutter."
Inspired by real music, the fourth book takes up where the third book,
'Eyes To The Stars' leaves off. Defined by a swath of eastern metaphysics,
the fourth book, 'Essayene' delves right into the inexorable depth of the
true Self, the Atman, bearing a delightful and educational glimpse into the
world of the expanded Mind.
As a peripheral devotee of Prakalplana, he ultimately completes and offers a journey , via
words and a fortiori concepts considered too 'far out' by the pedestrian, mainstream literary
establishment. Both praised and vilified by moderate at best, i.e. the conventional and conformist
literary aristocracy, he continued nonetheless to write, producing five unique and
exceptional books of powerful and insightful poetry.
Interestingly, during the writing of the second book, 'Elucidation Emeritus, the very positive
effects of cannabinol can be seen, adding an injection of charisma to the last 25 pages of
the aforementioned book. This book began a theme characterized by what experts call
dissociative literature or literary cubism, whereby the author totally removes 'himself'
from the manuscripts, using only 'first person' for effect and repetition, no matter how
infrequent, for emphasis.
Again, according to Chiavenna, "no other compendium of modern poetry comes close to the
artistic and philosophical mystique of the last three volumes, including 'Commune',
a veritable philosophical wonderland,, leaving countless future readers to struggle
with comprehending the full range, scope, and depth of his Oeuvre. "
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Kymera
"Really don't mind if you sit this one out"
- Jethro Tull
Exiting the central city garden
Three oversized Komodos giggle and wink
Dating being tricky,
I quickly dart down into the town creekbed
Taking the scenic route, West to East
Stopping by the old Grist Mill
Seeing two distinct reflections in the water
Those with horrendous grammar and or pronunciation
will go back not to the first grade, but to either kindergarden or
a muscular speech therapist
Passing by the local synagogue
Nibbling on sassafras root and strawberries
Being half phantom and half mirage
Those who believe the earth is flat will be taken out into space
for the proper humiliation
Angling toward the library
Able to ruminate on several levels
Thus minimizing erratum, ersatz, and ennui
Those who believe the moon landing was a grand hoax will
now begin square dancing to country rap
Guided by chimerean metaphysics
Gleaning panache from a skycircle of ethics
Being the epitome of a mythical being,
and thus able to reason through all the confusion and obfuscation
Those who actually believe jesus was black will now stick their
heads down into the nearest unflushed toilet and begin swirling
Strolling by the video parlor via my reptilian gate
Transposing the latest hits of '67 to Calliope
Suddenly teleported to the southside Gazebo
Entranced by the lights and motion of the mirror ball
Those who do agree or understand may now cut and eat
their delicious pink lemonade cake
Having no true form and being essentially unreal
Able to navigate the more complex philosophical puzzles
Imbued with rarefied sense of judgement
Feasting on every contradiction and paradox
Before me, on a billboard just put up
Coming soon, the hit proema of the summer, 'CaveMan'!
Following in the traditions of Transaurius
Evolving from something unknown to Troglodyte
Deemed and decreed to trod the paths of exurbia
Destined to troll the depths of the collective imagination
Epilogue:
Having no attachments or expectations
The Kymera is free to think through all the dystopian malfeasance and idiocy
Being unstated and unmanifest
He, the Kymera see things as they actually are
Perambulating toward the local arboretum
Under the auspices of a daylight waxing cresent
The solitary Kymera manifests for a scene from the upcoming documentary
"Kymera "
Trudging through the muck and mud
Half submerged in the stinking water
Coming up with a fish in its alligator mouth
Such are the ways of nature
Such is the life of a Lizard
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Dossier
Upon further review, we find him to be gifted, ethereal, solitary,
unorthodox, independent, exceptional, talented, misunderstood,
paradoxical, eastern, spiritual, truthful, aloof, individualized,
cerebral, aesthetic, reclusive, unknowable. Wu Wei.......
Yet more information reveals him to possess an attention to detail,
an affinity for seeing the big picture and a sense of excellence,
all derived from real music.
Rather than continue with this sterile, distant, speculative
assessment of his individual characteristics, why not let he himself
speak for his own intrapersonal zeitgeist:
Lacking proper patience, at times easily discouraged,
My resume consists of tones, chords, chants, telepaths, and apercu,
Mixed with a heavy dose of humility and a spiritually inspired artistry
of being. You cannot see me, nor can you decode me.
Categorize me and you're immediately wrong. Incorrect again.
Try outside the box.
Over time, l learned to call what I found most interesting, metaphysics.
then tathata, then tantra, bhavana, bhahkti, Ishvara.
I have given up all all futile attempts to understand any other person,
to relate to anyone outside of my realm. Serenity has found me.
As the progenitor of he avatar's affidavit, my sterling,
ridiculously unique Resume reveals that I am overqualified
for everything, including anything and everything. In a slightly
more perfect world, I would be known for what some would call an
ambient and unfigurable charisma, comprised of exactitude, energy,
elegiac emotion and probing intellect.
In accord with Nietzsche's often overlooked set of perspectives,
I aspire to that which emanates only from music, real music.
To answer what is true, to therefore answer whomever would so ask
or inquire, judiciously and sincerely, with a sense of humor preferably.
I follow the path of a new astronomy, inner knows outer, and vice versa,
replete with paradox,
Accused of seeking a match or balance for hunger, including
spiritual hunger, I understand that everything good springs from
music, from beauty, nature, the universe. Inspired, I naturally
gravitate to that which is beyond me, more than me, even more
than you or me.
In closing, I can only offer an often misunderstood humility,
a wish for the best, in specifics and in general. Loathe me,
hate being ubiquitous and incurable. The world has gone off its tracks......
Nevertheless, You may now interview me, if so desired. Take many,
many notes. You may even ask for my autograph......
Eyes to the Stars,
- Romeo, the other, the living embodiment of the eternal Romeo,
Lover of truth, beauty, wisdom, and all things musical and magical .......
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Starcoven
Essentially nocturnal,
Unified by an awareness of the higher self
Windchimes announce the arrival of twilight
Reading from the Book of Telepaths
"Welcome to the Hooded Hours"
Gathering in circles beside the water
To celebrate our connection to, our place in the universe
Thereby to discover the the crack between two worlds
Apperception. Invitation. Revelation. Astronomy.
Naturally drawn to the celestial
Transformed by acts of divination
From oracle to altar to portal
Becoming complete via extra sensory intelligence. ESI.
With dusk turning to night, climbing the hillside,
In anticipation of the mysterious Skywriters
To witness, in spellbinding awe
The hieroglyphics, hexagrams, and obscure phrases above
Always from west to east, moving slowly across the dark emeraldine sky
That for reasons unknown, only we could see
To never fully decode or mention by vows taken in secret
From real music and the visitations, we learned that our origins
were unearthly, that our place was in the future
Stardust to starlight to ........Fathomlight
Falling into trance,
Into an auspicious, transcendental euphoria
Infinity encircles, the interiors glisten
As the nine dimensions of the dharmakaya passes through me
Moondrops fall on my face
Mythrynx. Dominoxos. Abba Gaia...........
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Enclave
"We are leaving. You don't need us anymore"
- Wooden Ships, C,S,N,&Y
Overlooked by the wayward masses
Omitted from every national survey
Adhering to the higher principles of the universally divine
Remaining true to the idea of the Gemeinschaft
Contrary to public opinion,
It was we, not they, who were the ethical and pious
We are the ones who rejected the corrupted power structure
Who called out the scoundrels in the broken system
Methodically portrayed as the worst of the worst,
Vilified as radicals and riff raff,
We paused in thoughtful surcease
Placing our trust in a higher power,
We wait for storms
Truth be told,
We were the first to offer a better way
To foretell what would eventually happen
To be denigrated and slandered on a global scale
To be hated for not looking like them,
For being too close to nature
Once controversial, now quiet and inconspicuous,
We wait for direction
With the well dressed quest for even more wealth and power run amok
The encroaching hatred and blasphemy became too much
Forcing us to go underground
To live as theories, amplitudes, nebulae
Thus, we again ask to leave us one corner, one niche
Where we may celebrate our autonomy and individuality
Where the holy spirit may flourish within
Where we may quietly map an outline for an attainable utopia
as we complete our earthly, cryptic mission
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CaveMan
Exiting my enchanted grotto
Bats fly out above
Southward toward Exurbia
Ahead an angry crowd gathers, stares turn to gawking
Take a picture, it might last longer
Heading to the Meat Market
Under the auspices of a daylight southwest waxing crescent
Pausing to comb my back
While trying to read the sign across the way - in spanish
Hablamos. Estamos. Nosotros. Forget it.........
Being not quite human and thus having no 'Nemesis '
I am thus free from the fear of bad luck or misfortune
Oddly enough, another smaller, yet angrier crowd offers more jeers,
" Missing Link!, Missing Link ! "
Named most likely to never reproduce by Ape and Antler Magazine
Nominated for Abnormal of the Year by Bizarre Monthly
Never to appear in a Norman Rockwell painting
Without dancing skills, one must somehow compensate.....
Approaching the market area
With mask in hand,
Being one of the untouchables
Social distancing comes all too naturally
Turning homeward, with a fresh leg of lamb
Passing by the Arboretum, then the over-sized Sun Dial
Pausing, gazing down the tree line
To one day find the portal I came through years ago
Picking up my pace
Chewing on ginseng and damiana
Forgoing an appearance on Paleo Dating Game
That I may audition for a role in the next Barbie Movie
There up ahead, a billboard reading
" Now Showing, the hit movie of the year, CaveMan ! "
Overwhelmed with a trickle of pride and joy
All I can say is, "Ugh, Ugh, Grunt, Grunt, Ugh........."
Returning to my cave
Glancing at a dozen on the wall pics of Cro-Magnon and Neanderthal swimsuit models
Such are the ways of a misfit, an outcast, a nobody
Such is the life of a hermit, a troglodyte, a CaveMan
Prolegomena
No, its not a time machine
Quiet and you can hear the turn of the Gyre
Listen and you can almost hear the swing of the Pendulum
Pull the doll's string to hear the word "Commune "
Presenting reality as a series of idiosyncracies
As a synopsis of converging cyrptologies
Introducing the present as history
Consider the premise, 'everything you know is wrong'
Pull the doll's string twice to hear the word " Woodstock"
Turn around, there is no door
How did you get in here ???
Keep in mind, the more often you come here,
The less and less distance involved
Pull and hold the doll's string to hear the word "tetrahydrocannibinol"
Follow my voice, to the back
Through the dimmest of light
Pay no attention to the Essayene, the Sitaar,
the statue of Emerson and Edith Keeler holding hands
Slap the dummy to hear Tammy Wynette sing the ending of 'Stand by your Man'
Tickle the chin or twist the nose of the other dummy
Ouch! That's me. Push the button on my right hand
to open the door to your left
Up a few spiral stairs and the door opens automatically
Welcome to the Telescopes room.
Introducing your home, the Universe.........
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Soiree
Freed from its aprioi grasp, staying one step ahead of the curve,
heuing toward immaculation,
fusing for one moment, the relative and the absolute,
as meaning trumps value. Again on the theological hunt, following the elusive norm,
pivoting on a set of intangibles with both tact and finesse, premise becomes promise.
With no apparent cause, abstraction emanate from the nexus,
as anomalies collect around the existential axis, creating an incentive
for interaction,
all for a timely reunion of resplendent ideas.
Counting backwards, from coincidence to coincidence
from blessings to the miraculous, behooved by a trailing ontology,
possibility becomes probability. Far into the woods, a tree falls,
but no hears, yet because of Truth, the tree still falls. Accelerating into
contraditions, escorted though a swath of algorithms, apperception increases,
balancing the extrensic perspective, as wisdom assumes the role of teacher.
Buoyant from an increase in paradox, producing, out of nowhere, an abundance of
symmetry and synergy, resulting in a confluence of highbrow concepts.
Gathering around the fasting table, in celebration of a future holiday,
finding a rare sagacity in the more esoteric. Sharpened by a 1000 years of philosophy,
skillfully skirting mediocrity, detecting movement across the grid,
countermelody becomes melody
Behind the commune, truck tires hum down the interstate,
illustrating the stark contrast between the mundane and the mythical,
the tangible and the ethereal, activating latent memories in the most advanced thinkers
creating a rotating, holograhpic lattice, thereby producing an egalitarian invitation to
a diverse group of erudite opinions, culminating in a virtual meeting of the minds.
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