Got To Be Some Body

No one wants to die alone.
Yet, every living being must.
Memento mori.
There are many paths we walk before our time here expires.
How do you tread yours?
Amor fati.
I tread mine barefoot, and open-eyed.
Standing in awe of the view -
The Now.
The once here, but now gone.
Every instance is unique,
each moment holds unimaginable beauty.
One only needs to open their
mind, heart, and eye
to see it.
Be fearless;
Play.
Love
one
another
Today.

A Potential for Love, Left to Lust

These Women.
The Women I Love.
They Do Not Know.
My Heart,
It Yearns
For Them So.
But Thine Love,
It Doth Not Grow.
For Mine,
It Doth Not Show.

Aloha.

Hello All,

It has been a while, a long while. Where have I been? Where have you all been?
Have you grown? Have you withered up dry?
Why?
The questions I ask just to breach this continental divide looming between us.
You would think there would be some feedback, but only distortion I sense.
Who are you?
Why have you come here?
For ill or good will?
Will you make something of it, or just tell me go shove it?
Shove it up a hill, get bent, or stand still.

I would like for you to see this through.

Mine Enemy

Early in the morning, not having fully risen from slumber, its dreadful task begins anew.
Slipping away, the moments, the memories they fade.
A night of wonder, a stint of lust, all fall back to dust.
And that, too, is blown away. 
Mine enemy, is thine enemy, such a cunning foe.
O', do thee not know, this foe?

So Awe-mazing

That which is found on the Altar

is that which is found within. 

Join Us. 

-From Within the Maze-

Alcoholism

I AM an alcoholic.
I do not understand people.
        Confusing, at best.
Or is it that I AM the confused one.
Bebe de mi copa.  
Come de mi plato.
Esta conmigo.

One once said, 
"I drink to forget,
I write to remember."
What is it I want to forget?
Have I forgot?


My Heart calls out,
Sushanna! Sushanna!

Free Bib E.Z.

People are too much for me

I wanna be free

I wanna be free.

People filled with jealousy

They are not free

They are not free

People want the BIG E.Z.

But it ain't free

No, it ain't free.

The Power of the Symbol

As I lay, with the weight from the stone weighing down upon my chest, I could feel my consciousness  gather beneath my forehead. My eyes shut, I can see a glowing orb spinning and dancing. This orb is aligned with the center of consciousness currently residing near my forehead. The light emanating from this thing dampens and, now, clearly I see two quartz (or maybe it was amethyst) crystals bound together with cordage in a perpendicular cross of maybe two inches--spinning madly yet never faltering from its' intended pattern. My conscious attention is focused impenetrably on the scene. The light shifts, as if an aura of color is being projected out from the depths of its crystalline structure. Now there is no doubting the alignment with my third eye conscience mass pulsating and bubbling beneath the surface of my head--like the law of mutual attraction, these two centers have honed in their tractor-beams on one another. All the while, still spinning at a constant rate, bobbing just barely up and down. The light now is shifting in and out of patterns, and one of these patterns sticks. Circles. Or so they appear to be, and each containing a symbol within; it is these which make contact at the crown of my skull. They spin and spin and spin, and make their way down my head. The feeling I get is nearly indescribable--some divine ecstasy at work. I was paralyzed--no movement--shoot, I coulda been dead for all I knew or cared. All I cared about at that time was the continuation of the rotating cross of quartz, the lights swirling down my body, and the zen of it all; but I had to come back, as we always do. My unconscious mind knew this, for the swirling lights became unbalanced. The rotation not as perfect. This was near my sternum, about where the hematite was lying. Something finally 'snapped' and the connection was lost; however, I arose from the situation with a deep calm. A miracle had just occurred in my own bed.

Lake Captive

Slipped into a dream from the couch, and this is what I seen: I seen a magnificent trailer as wide as a football field, as long as a warehouse, as deep as a lake, and filled with water. At first, the water appeared dark and ominous as a lake; this appearance kept as the woman in our merry band of three flung a gold 'whipping' chain down into the depths--not on purpose. Now to my recollection, she was the going with the third member of the present company--who that was or is is beyond my present mental grasp, so on we go. I asked if she wanted to go down there sometime--me, envisioning myself up next to her in the dark abyss, on our little adventure. It was about this very moment that the rumblings were first distinguished from our chatter. Something was amidst in this cavernous pool. We checked our surroundings: we were situated on what appeared to be a boat dock, the only one in the whole trailer, and this place was big, I mean BIG. There were lights above us, but the light receded the farther from the dock one got. We never got far, for as we inspected, another rumble emanated up from below. The ripples, finally reaching watery surface, were undulating and smooth.  This was it. They found us. We dove into the water, as the whole trailer shook. Whatever it was that had the mountainous force to budge this holy ark of water must have been the size of a continental slag and have the ability to sheer tops from mountains and smoke a carton of reds a day and spew great globs of burning oil across the land and mock G-d. We were beneath the surface of the water, now clear, and could make out the side of our encampment under siege--it kept shuddering. I looked up, into the light, and felt the water being displaced, starting a roll, and off we go. But, the trailer settled once more on it's axle--one final moment of rest before the symphony let in with the horns and hellfire was loosed from her bridle. The whole container went reeling, rolling, over we went, water and all. I watched from below as we all spilled from our trailer. Whether luck or fate, the roof split and we were washed out safely on the ground, at the feet of our captors. Safe at last.


>The deep unconscious mind, contained within, under siege - under attack - from powers without.  

This Means Nothing.

Sólo en sueños.
Vemos lo que significa  
Verdad!

She will remain with me forever, trapped in my dreams. I am fine with this. It's been going on so long I hardly notice. That is a lie, I do notice. And, while I am being honest, I love the dreams she's in. They always feel so right, so at home, and I awake feeling great - and all alone. Then my "real" life seeps back in, and the unadulterated pain is fought back with the booze and the drugs...Chasing it all back down the drain with the metaphysical broomhandle, like a bad cat. 
I don't want her to leave, and she won't. She will stay with me, figuratively. Physically, she is with him. I didn't fight for her. I was caught up in my own life, my own dealings, being a mindless, selfish junky. Now I am lost inside my own mind. The landscape has changed, the set and setting are all different from my memories--what little I hold on to tightly. Grasping for lost and forgotten details. Knowing I may never see them again--empty space. But, I go on living because this world ain't for the dead...and I ain't dead just yet. As long as I am here, now, I have a place. A reason to be. I seek so I may find, discover, remember. What was meant to be is. We are living it. 

'Caught in a Turnstile' by BB

'Caught in a Turnstile'

Steely, blue smoke

Rising up through ash

The foggy Phoenix

Caught in a blaze.

All of to-day

Rolled into yester-days.

I got to escape

this maze--

Before I get caught 

in the turnstile 

of a meddling life.

That's life. 

Bittersweet, nicotine

Blackened coffee grind

A song so sweet,

You'll sing

Melodies of strife and pride. 

But we gotta--

We got to--

We got to escape

this maze--

 Before we get caught 

in the turnstile 

of a meddling life.

That's life. 

There's more to this.

There's got to be--

more to this.

One more kiss

before I take the road

'neath my feet.

Disappear--

down an unseen street. 

 No time for "Good-bye's"

Can't stop for "Hello's"

Maybe you don't,

but every One knows--

I got to escape,

But this maze

Is life.

.Eternity.

--------------------

Written by a-man (B.B.)

Copy&Write

Your own damn poem.

Sick

These people--NO! these talking apes--are making me sick.

Today is a Good Day.

Ahhhh, when it all falls down! Falling down, falling apart is as good a place as any to start.

A Man

Melting faces in caves, hallucinating the end of days.
Is that the Christ, or just another slave?

For am I not a slave to life, until I choose to die like a Christ--
Reborn again, a free-man.

Certainly, most certainly, Amanitas in the Sky.
We all must die. 

If-- (A Poem by Rudyard Kipling)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a man, my son!

Your Soul's Gold

[Verse 1: Issa Dash] A rebel Who went searching for treasures in his soul Fishing for gold I found the key to unlock the door
To my mind's gate, hidden with some hieroglyphs Told me bout my future and my past and that I should get, I should get
Some light working and get up off my ass I'm on the path, to move the masses, spiritual tactics Soul masters, you bastards, spread it through classes Live your life free nigga, if you surpass this class bitch LSD got your boy feelin acidic, so hazardous Elevated mafia Flatbush Zombie familia No dumb niggas on our roster bruh Finna wreck your teeth if you not with us Beast Coast ain't no stoppin' us We fuck with the West like 'Pac and 'em But back to the story of the old me Rep for the young enlightened niggas over low key Smoke a little tree, pour a little bit of OE Keep me in my zone like a mother fucking goalie Holy shit I'm a a mother fucking King nigga Black skin, gold soul, born to win nigga
[Hook] Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold
A nigga could get caught up if he ain't knowing his soul His soul, yeah nigga his soul You ain't living up yo life, that why yo shit movin' slow Listen, now get your back up off the wall nigga
Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor nigga
Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far
[Verse 2: AK] Generation of generals Keep my word in my genitals Gender rolls, nigga I'm god as far as gender goes Sell my soul. Never I'm gold Word to Gihanny golly, I be, try me Highly I doubt, winning is likely, sorry Pat Riley, I'm strapped with jalepeno wraps Mandingo sag, your bitch be lovin' that, but fuck that AK the savior, elevate your brain, the greatest
Spread that knowledge, keep your soul but skip that tone We done did hard labor for that Gold, and acres make them haters meet the maker Cuz' they, pose
And fake it 'till they make it, so ungrateful To the, OG's, OJ, got em on, sippin' on some OE A freak in a skirt, pom poms, shippin' for a dime
Tell her set her soul free Freeze, repeat, rewind Back to the time I was blind Never, I always incline the Third Eye Recognize, since the youngin' and the inner gold that's inside
Show my signs as an early bird
Word I want whats mine, mine
[Hook]
Livin' in the world filled up with glitter and gold A nigga could get caught up if he don't know where his soul His soul, yeah nigga his soul You ain't living up yo life, that why yo shit movin' slow Listen, now get your back up off the wall nigga
Ah ah, now get your feet up off the floor nigga
Ah ah, now take flight up to the solar I'm flyin' with the knowledge, and a nigga bout to go far
[Outro]
Get up on yo shit, you ain't livin' up yo life You's a fucking livin god, why you bowin' down to Christ You ain't knowin' bout the golden gift that's trapped up in yo mind Gold soul theory, and the gold's on the rise

Speak to Me

You filthy twats, clean your ears, and speak to me! Yes, I'm talking to you: you know who you are, who you always were, and, maybe, just maybe, even, who you'll be.

Proper grammar, today, is not a concern to me. Get it, so, get over it.

Now, Speak.

Let's congress on a topic of your choosing.

Begin.

The Planets (Symphonized Melodies)

The Planets Do Align, in Time.
Always Time, and Time Again.
Something keeps slipping,
around the bend.
Down the river,
a ways.

It all comes back one day.

Presents from our Presidents

Accept the precedents
of glorified presidents
from a soiled age
filled with toil and rage.


Junk presents
in the presence
of war dogs
and high hogs. 

We'll let it all go,
ashes up from below.
Fire on the water,
and you'll run,
boy, run. 

NoBody

For The Love of Mankind, is the Why
--I was Sent.
A Guidance System
to Humanity.
A Book
to those Wise
enough to Open it.
The knowledge Falls out,
As your Heart pours in.
The Contents of your Cup
Be Emptied
So ye may be filled
to Over-flowing
Again.

Ye'r heart will sing
the song
of Our Creator
Again.

A light
carried into 
the dark
heart 
of the
Womb.

We Will Remember,
For We Never 
Forgot
Just 
Who 
We
Always 
Were, 
Have
Been, 
And 
Will 
Be
Forever
and
Forever,
Endlessly.

We fell
through 
a void unseen.
which seems
to mean 
we never
fell--
at all. 

And One Day
There will come a day: 
When The shadows will melt
Our Egos will drift
And the winds will push
the dust away

For a New Day.  
        a New Age.
Good reason
To leave the
Ages of Treason.

We Will
Hang'Em 
High.

This, Is How It Ends.

Meet life with great stride, and arise to every challenge anew, in the now. Life is, and life will be.

I tell you, 'This is how it ends.  

The struggle;

The strife;

The feelings,

Of joy and embarassment,

Of shame and belonging,

Of  salvation and emptiness,

Of dying and love.

 Ill-perceived toils in reality

Or just another matchbox of sentiment,

Biding time,

Anticipating the fire.

Memories of lunches past,

Promises kept;

Lies told;

Wives left;

The un-welcomed  knock on the door--

Death awaits us all with open arms and bated breath.

Baited hooks work for worms,

Who look for spooks in backalleyway. 

Fodder sold for tinder, doesn't make you any more the Wise.'

Still butting against a brick wall.

Got your head down, 

And you think your how tall?

Tall enough to reach for the sky,

is what they'll tell you. 

Sell you.

They say anything to sell you everything,

You never needed

and More. 

Always more, and never less--
A culture's demand.

When it all crumbles,
decay--
foundation ripped from beneath you--
where will you stand?

WHERE DO YOU STAND WHEN YOU ARE OH-SO TALL, and growing TALLER by the DAY?