Truth I: Music

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i sing a song
started
very long ago
and yes
indeed it is the
one and only
song i'll ever know

i never read the lyrics
instead i learned from experience
it takes pleasure and pain to grow

this is sirious-
with an eye
blinking truth in morse code
my horse implodes
paving smooth a coarse road

less traveled on a stretched saddle
reclined
redefined
in breath scrabble
and the judges bring their best gavels

but all the verdicts
simply sound to me
a death rattle
that turns us into wandering herds of beefing cattle

of course
we're scared to swim
so we stand on the beach and dabble

now
something's going on in babyl

down at the river crossing
i keep watch like cupid
reaching in my quiver often
arrows conducive to realizing
lucid dreams

in the cities
every traffic light is hues of green

and if my movements seem predictable
it's because i let far more than
four shadows gleam around my physical

i am being human
part animal
part extraterrestrial
part multidimensional
part mineral
part fungus
part vegetable
part mythical

the all
subliminal

pursuit is trivial
only when stride
denies the rhythmical context

trying to ignore peripheral nonsense
that steams from kettles of competition and conquest
can be a contest

until u address in one breath
both neo
and agent smith
luke, yoda
vader, and the sith
ostensible opposites
engaged in an adverserial relationship
endlessly struggling
for a superior grip

sounds an awful lot like all creation myths
whispering simultaneous accounts
of relative truths

and somewhere
behind the voices
in a heart shaped booth
soundproofed for stillness
my mind finds no need
to listen longer

and peace grows stronger
and love grows stronger

then in the maze of mirrors
like a fountain of laser geometry
torching a forgotten mountain
of graph paper

i comprehend the choreography

there is no difference
between the dance of myself and...
anything

emerging from this trance
burning
an eagle with
many wings
returning to a dreaming world
immersed in self- denial and dualistic illusion

but choosing
to stay awake
i am abel to do
for i must be cain too

and when i first
came to
pissing where i slept

like a lionness
stalking a shadow
i crept thru columns
of cryptic fire language

mystic
hebrew melodies
gospel visions hypnotic

dogon, hopi,
zulu, iroquois
shaman's drums
splitting layered lemurian square root perfect fifths

the ripe fruits of islamic wisdom
carved on aboriginal atlantean flutes

mayan measures counting
nothing but cymbals
like celtic, egyptian, and hindu polyrhythms
and an auming buddhist
nods his head
sitting calmly with them

in my prisms
i volley theisms
of institutionalized ego clenched policy
like, "PULL!"

watching as unbalanced
patriarchal dirigibles fill
pregnant from pokes of my talons

i am horus soaring from future to past
at last untied from sutures that lashed
to save the marriage of my parents

for it is not set
in stone
more like engraved
on our bones
and carved into trumpets
piercing the walls of jericho
when blown from zion's summits

i had to pass on fearbased belief systems
i would rather
dare to know

keeping kids off
my own misconceptions
as any responsible grown-ass
parent figure
would do

helping him rise again when a sun falls thru a puddle of holy water
spilled on sand by a playful daughter
enraptured in the music of bubbles

i hear a voice that
struggles to surface
pure as the smoke
of organic homegrown sage

a nervous generation
come to hear of its own age and purpose

our children are born indigo
with atomic weights, heights, and depths
radiating from thermonuclear hearts
conceived at fusion
in self lubricating parts

raised by the village
brothers and sisters
free from pillage
finally basking
in the glow
of each other
chanting
another name of god

i am… u

i am… u

i am… u

the one and only
song they ever knew