Where There is Peace

Where there is peace of mind
a heart beating with love
connected to all that is
there is paradise
in this prison of life
there is hell
where there is not,
not easy even alone
to turn the key
to the heart’s door
open the gates of heaven,
they must swing wide and low
I know, being there today,
screeching birds
in full blown white rose light
silk clouds floating in high blue
wind and wave nuzzling the coast

Oh clean clear peaceful heart, new as sea air

wing beat of seagull and wild geese at the edge

of wind-blasted sand–

What a difference to wake
where you are welcome and free
to do what you must to be
just who you are, a blessing

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Judith and Holofernes

Beheadings separate the head from the heart,
shall we stay locked in time with war the only way
to settle our disputes,
we need to keep our heads
to talk to one another.
Lately there are many heads
talking without true communication
because it takes
honest heads engaged with open hearts for that.
There are too many live wires
psycho killer apes in positions of power, there
I’ve said it, why say it again, why must I say it at all.

Hope is of the heart, it says use your head
fight fire with fire without
burning down the house.
When heart and head do not connect
you may move through the hostile world thinking
it is civilized
when it’s a controlled accident
a brutal paradise.
Reason and emotion must work as one, the brain
must serve our most vital part, the life-giving heart
for then there may be a place
for peace, love, gnosis
the heart a red flower opening in grey matter.

If your brain refuses the balance of the heart
cut off your head, hang it on a fence post
along a wayside for all to see,
take a selfie of it, post it
on your Mother’s facebook page:
her bacteria beetles earthworms maggots
will clear away the mess you’ve made,
happy Judith will smile upon Holofernes
as crows pick your skull clean
fly off well fed into the free blue air overhead.

 

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​Artemisia Gentiles Judith and Holofernes, 1620-21, oil on canvas, 162.5 x 199 cm (Uffizi Gallery, Florence, Italy)
Who was Genritleschi?
​​ Who was Holofernes ?

 

About The Dangers of Transgender People….

 

Why Transgender People are Dangerous

 

Nevermind the roller coaster ride
you’re on it now you can’t get off

It’s gravity’s got
a terrible side
got nothing to do
with God at all

God doesn’t really
give a toss

if you die next week from a stupid fall

God damn gravity
that evil threat

Gonna getcha right soon
gonna getcha  yet
Not too sure
why I stand at all
If I’m gonna get killed

by a natural law

“Hells bells, tarnation”, say I to my wife
“I’m takin’ to bed for the rest of my life!”

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I’m not white, not black, not brown or yellow
not rich or old, poor or dumb
but I do see things in a different way because

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Understanding the Transgender Community

A Dangerous Threat? Who is?

What is really Wrong: Violence Against & Murder of Transgender People.

Why Do We Need Science to Approve of Anyone Being Transgender?

The Problem Some Christians Have with Transgender People

Think Transgender People Themselves are in Danger? Well, yeah!

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Semi-Automatic Poem

Fucked up so right no pain but the ratchet of the night
tightenin’ so tight so far out I can’t do the heady
philosophy-faith-politics a trinity of bullshit–

Blow me away ta nothing. will yah, yo

I ain’t ready for no lead in my ass
I ain’t buying what the right wing means
I ain’t havin’ no fist fight with tyranny

I could give a Trump’s-ass ‘bout their genes

not worried ‘bout anything they got, they got nothin’:
Nothin’ we can’t handle, we out of reach
“Down right crim and we dusted”

we gettin’ up, gettin’ set to give ‘em hell

“I won’t waste my breath, let actions speak”
Don’t come at me trippin’ in yor clown face makeup
Yor boy scout compass goes nowhere free,

You be mad elephants kickin’ a hornet’s nest

You be walkin’ into a rattlesnake fest,
got nothin’ but stingers & fangs for you
punk rock bands on lock him up day, I can promise you that…

junkyard Alt-Right dogs bark a lot

we know what they got, got nothin’ got zip–
We gettin’ down, gettin down right quick
We gettin up mighty, we gettin up slick, light of the inner eye

The Light of the Inner Eye opening see

You aint’ foolin’ nobody, least of all me
I you gotta be downright dim to dig an orangutan
In the off-white house, and you know we got ‘em too

We got a lot of ’em brand new, or did you think

Old Lefty’s got no say, so place, no piece like you?
Fuck you and yor mutherfuckin daddy too.

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Photo: “Four Crows One Tree” download  Poet, Terry Busch.

If I Spoke

If I spoke from the heart and you could hear
You would ride the sound
Back to the beginning and see who you really are.

If I spoke from the heart, my tears would be a river
Running into the sea, an Ocean of sweetest water.

If I spoke from the heart, my joyful laughter
Would fill the universe
And ring the galaxies like a wind chime

If I spoke from the heart, you would hear my voice call
From time past, present and to come
All our wounded children– It would heal them, every last one

And the world, if ever it were, would be whole again.

Two in The Stream

If I spoke from the heart and you could hear
You would ride the sound
Back to the beginning and see who you really are.

If I spoke from the heart, my tears would be a river
Running into the sea, an Ocean of sweetest water.

If I spoke from the heart, my joyful laughter
Would fill the universe
And ring the galaxies like a wind chime

If I spoke from the heart, you would hear my voice call
From time past, present and to come
All our wounded children– It would heal them, every last one

And the world, if ever it were, would be whole again.

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A Truth You May Have Forgotten

There is a moment before the sound the Great Om,
Before Siva turned on one foot
Before Krishna was blue and Tara green,
Before the making of Lucifer, the heavenly war
The gravity of heaven and the drifting fire of hell
Before the holy breath blew into Man
Before Adam’s dream of Eve
Before Cain lost his mind and the daughters of Cain
And the flood, before an angel spoke to Hagar
And Moses saw a home of honey, fire and blood

Before David hurled a stone
Before Isaiah spoke a word
Before Buddha under the Bodhi-tree

The slaughter of the innocent
The cry of the desert in a voice crying in the desert
Before the sorrow of Mary
Before a nail cut the hand of the Anointed
Before the wonder of Magdalene at the tomb
Before tongues of fire
Before the first stone struck Stephen
Before stigmata in Assisi
Before Allah save infant girls
In a message of mercy from Mohammed
Before Gandhi felt the heat of a gun
And the death of Martin gave an undying dream

There is a moment
Without motion
Before the memory of time

Offered like sunlight filtered through trees falls at your feet
It is like sound
Or light surrounding the body
A lilting melody of light
Before evil or good were ideas, that when you hear
Clears the past of pain
Reconciles history to love
And the One you felt did not exist
Is with you saying
“I have always loved you and always will.”
It is the still point at the center,
That moment you truly are, that moment is now

 

Duck