meditations

in the quiet now
and the soft warmth of false falsehoods the floodlights switch on to illuminate the raw misgivings of a childhood never had

quiet now
this body lay so to longing evermore for something to ignite the embers that linger
choked there,
in the ash and nub of yesterdays had, and tomorrows that never come

calloused minds and suffocating to do's that dull me to the very core

acid driven days of illuminated colors,
to touch the hand of God, Allah, Mohamed, Buddha and feel that universal oneness

clouded thoughts that fill my lungs like glue making it impossible to suck the life out of the air
the dulled and deadened that lurk in the days filled with glassy eyed misconceptions
never really see if seen at all

the poet with the wide eyed grin and clit like mind rising with the X-stacy of this fuck...lost to it now in the moment of swirling thought that strokes at my brain as if to bring me full and ready
alert
and
waiting

A little Inspiration...the love of my life is a dead man...his mind was fucked and raging as often I feel, so here is an exerpt from one of his first versions of this particularly well known passage from "On the Road". This passage reads differently in the published version. After several revisions from friends and editors the final version is slightly different but equally as beautiful.

Jack Kerouac----On The Road

"[Neal and Allen] rushed down the street together digging everything in the early way they had which has later now become so much sadder and perceptive. . but then they danced down the street like dingldodies and I shambled after as usual as I've been doing all my life after people that interest me, because the only people that interst me are the mad ones, the one who are mad to live, mad to talk, desirous of everything at the same time, tho ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing. . but burn, burn burn like roman candles across the night."