Meow

In this world of illusion

is it rabbit or a duck?

when it taste like chicken,

who really gives a cluck?

at the chinese kitchen

they choppin up kittens

and puppies they be catchin

cuz we all about a buck.

in this world of illusion

what course are you cookin?

are you followin your heart-

or a fortune cookie?

if you can eat without lookin

then you better do the latter

and have a breathmint

with your poo poo platter!

withinnergy

Art be the way 

to the soul of the world

mind be the door

to memory immortal

images ingrained with energy

springing up from withinity

seen on the screen

of the vision stream

fleeting photos flow

over the inner geography

are they projected

from another source

of light? from where

do these beams originate?

colors casted creativity

from an untraceable source

visiting instantaniously then

leaving infinite strains yet

no tracks to follow

back, how do we row

upstream to the mouth

of the mighty living river

of inner vision?

If you know, lets go

skinny dippin

leap from raised boulders

on the banks

and plunge

in till the splash settle

look up and see

the ripples reach

look down and let

the depths glow,

let me know-

why should we go up for air?

Eyelash Curls

Everything is written with a spiraling tendency,

 a double-helix generation, 

black vortex warp holes, 

tornado twisting, 

hurricane wind pattern, 

wave curl,

 a slight foam swirl over a fossil of the original shell, 

the organic oceanic seed sprout, 

reaching roots and out-stretching living limbs, 

unraveling verdescently vivified fiber lines of leaves 

intertwined with individual cells of the lungs,

 filtering out the air for a planet 

on a spin-centrical path rolling closer to the sun, 

who is on a similarly inward curl...

a Metatronic Rhyme

me, im from the middle east, my name jarusalam

sound waves i speak conjure cubes of metatron

i can manifest the microphone i tatoo'd on my arm

and grow a flower out of it to bloom in every mind

subtle ripples emanate the petals on the pond

make a puddle of the ocean with my rain boots on

rpg

When playstation twenty three becomes Atari

And I-phone androids

Are worn as shades and groovies

Showing live hologrammatic movies

Of whoever you may call

 

When you can step into the xbox

But it’s a sphere not a box

Where you experience a clear

Peripheral screen of complete interaction

By means of the ipod android goggles and body gloves

 

With a mass multiplayer concoction

You have the option of living in a man made dream

Of this creation

Many will obey addiction

They’ll make you pay to play

They system

When your pockets break

And you have to take a Cold turkey

fast break

Mind already passed half baked

You seek a quick escape

by buyin a bullet

and bye bye blastin your face

convinced you have another life

you can see it floating in the upper

left hand corner of vision screen

a suicidal mirage

 

people used to look up at the sky

and wave hi to the gods

now we let our days pass by

slaves to a suicidal mirage

video games, telescreens,

computer manipulated

viruses injected in our genes

corporate selected groceries

whatever they may screen

but I cant stop

letting my life suck away

to be inside a black box

 

 

 

 

 

one day they will be equipped and able to completely

contain you within the confines of a little black box

in someway you will be tricked to obey the unbelievable they feed

to you, who wants the game, livin in the screen shining  in your pupil s

its not facebook its full bodybook

and you can design how you look

pick your avatar

no more need for emoticons

when  I can see you face to face

to some of my Beloved Elders

With My Father, My Mother

gave birth to a dream

and the dream was a seed

that grew into a man

and here I am

still a weening child,

watching Mommy paint

beautiful murals of underwater 

scenes on the walls of a nursery,

drawing and writing a children's book,

designing comic book t-shirts

she made me an artist

ninja turtle birthday cake 

with five candles

at MeeMaw's house

Daddy etched out a long-neck dinosaur

as I wrote this it hit me why

Mee Maw made a ninja turtle cake

Only a couple months before 

I left a Ninja Turtle get well card

above Granpop's hospital bed,

but he left before we could say 

goodbye

These memories are golden in a sepia way

now all of Mee Maws' memories are seepin away

her mind has deleted away,

but her heart still strong and beatin away

still hangin on, still keepin the flame

I remember when it first began

an she was forgettin the names

and we would even have a laugh 

at the things that she would say

Pop's I never met you but I miss you with all my heart

I have the picture my dad took of a certain baby laying on your chest,

listening to the ancient rhythms of your heart

Mee Maw you are still here but I miss you

you gave me the gift of old family stories

or stacks of pancakes, you gave me discipline, respect, 

and that mysterious musical instrument,

a humble sense of humor,

you gave me ninja turtle neck sweaters

for christmas, and the last gift you ever handed me

was a photo of me laying down upon Pops' chest

listening to his heart beat bump the great blood songs

of my lineage. I Love you, Mee Maw, I love you

Pops, I Love you and I know you are protecting 

us every step of the way

As far grandparents, they were all i had

I wished I could have met my mother's mom and dad

Now my Grandma Hessle is the only one I know,

she's a saint who travels 'round healing people as she goes

my mommy chose her to be our grandma

as she chose me to be an artist

and a peacemaker I owe everything I am

to her, and my father, and all of my elders,

ancestors and predecessors,

angels and protectors,

i love you all

with all my heart

together you are the reason

our family made it this far.

I LOVE YOU MA!

Today is the MOST holy day of my life: 

Happy Birthday Mommy! 

The spirit of the rabbit on the moon in the flesh

A peculiar Rabbit was dropping eaves on Mama Earth and Granmaw Moon

and overheard their conversation about the state of things, Moon humbly listening to Earth's worries that her children will be the death of her: they drain her veins, infect her waters, drill her flesh, leaving lesions and wounds, blisters and boils wherever they settle. Her children are causing her great sickness,  she has a high fever, the wintertime being her only sigh of relief in her olden age. besides the harm her children were causing her, which she always forgave, she wept because they rarely even remembered her as their mother, and failed to see and treat each other as family, they were forgetful and ignorant of the great tribe from which they came.

Rabbit's eyes melted with compassion and he wished peace and blessings upon her, and relief from all her troubles. A single tear dropped onto Moon's wrinkled hand, and she turned to look at the pitiful creature. She asked him if he would like to return to earth as a man, in order to remind his brothers and sisters of their duties to their mother and each other. Instead of destroying her beautiful flesh, they should work together to grow a great great great garden which will be her temple rebuilt, or rather, re-grown. And so Granmaw Moon sent Rabbit down to Mama Earth, reborn as a baby boy.

my Mama is the earth to me, my foundation and university, as sure as she gave birth to me, i love her more than God.

A Pubic Pondering

As I think about the people
and all their petty wars,
I scratch one of my pubic hairs
and wonder what all it's for

My pubic hairs are plenty,
many more than i can count
I sure wish i had a penny
for each one that i squeeze out

some are short, some are long
some are brown, some are blonde
some are weak, some are strong
but at least they all can get along

a peaceful bunch, and fun to see
they always keep me company
If all those hairs can get along
then i wonder why cant we?

I love to set them free,
run the streets all in the nude
I sure do love those pubic hairs
except when i find them in my food

I must admit i will forgive
can't hold a grudge for long
if it wasn't for my pubic hairs
how would i keep my weiner warm?

Sylvan Boogie

In a fast and passing glance i see

a dashing troop of dancing trees

their branches breathe, whistling

as light gleams through so chrystalline

a scene pristine and seen by few

spinning within my fleeting view

as these trees do seem to move

the light reflects off evening dew

leaving hues of endless more

chasing shade with brilliant shores

the graceful course of tidal winds

blends all life and never ends.

(written on a bus returning from the frigid 2008 anti-war march in D.C.,

inspired by the way trees seem to spin when passing)

Another Seed...

Why do these strange fruits hang in peace on the poplars?
the truth is obscured by this taste of copper
interred and conferred not even dirt for the graves
enslaved human beings must first be appraised
before they go on to live and become another strange fruit
and the juice drains into the champagne flutes
the same noose used to end the lives of plenty
is used by another man to tie a bag of money
many die, and still the world spins monotonous 
caught in this whirlwind  of intolerance
common sense is absent in a world ruled by madmen
its always been an eye for an eye, but who really gets the last grin?
Why do I cry? Why does blood spill?
Why do I laugh when others must kill?
everybody has an answer, but look at what it came to
another seed planted for the tree with the strange fruit

(inspired by Nina Simone's "Strange Fruit") Sept. 25, 2004

Lakeside Rhyme-thoughts

ripples in the water

on the surface of the lake

are nature's little riddles

for the circles of our fate

the sun shed light

to be captured by a spider web

the unsaid sight

enacted right inside ya head

you can see whole trees

through a hole in the leaf

the emptiness alone

is what makes it all complete

in every vine tendril

i find a divine symbol

spyin 'em climbin

the pine till my spine tingle

some times i hone rhymes

to pine cone patterns

mindblown fathomin

the mind over matter

let the choir sing the chorus

when its dry and aint no waters

just one twig can set

a fire to the forest

the sky didnt splash

when it fell into a puddle

now i can catch clouds

in delicate little bubbles

Constellating

Your soul is but a spark of light

yet it holds a galaxy

so look up at the stars tonight

they'll show you how to see

inside the mind

behind the eyes

thoughts in your head

are the signs in the sky

observe ursa major

and virgo too

there's constellations 

in the words i use

third eyes do

have a birds eye view

so i see you and i 

in the verse i drew

when i say I 

that means every one

because one is many 

and many is one

thats some love

just so you know

as above

and so below

what is up 

is also down

what is within 

is all around

take a grain of sand

place it on your fingertip

use your intuition 

and zoom into it

imagine all the atoms

that it took to perfect it

zoom in on one of those

and put this planet in perspective

we are so large

and yet so small

there are so many stars

in each one of yall

you can tune in 

and listen to the moon spin

or hear heartbeats

like you in the womb again

put your ear to the earth

and feel the rhythm hit

and let the heavens up above

be your television set

Mee Maw

As she forgets about everything

everybody forgets about her

and what she did for the family

now the family breaks apart

as if the alzheimers spread

into everyone's head

The last time she visited me

was in a dream

she walked in my house 

and dragged her finger 

across a dusty coffee table

and shook her head 

with disappointment,

demanding that I clean.

And thats exactly what i did

when I woke, wiping up all the dust

after drying my eyes 

of sandy salt water

My Tribe

In a past life

 there was a man I knew

named Martin Luther King 

who was so damn cool

we spoke about a vision, 

he had seen one too,

and in this life 

I've seen his dream 

come true.

My family is a Martin Luther King Jr. dream come true

Its hard to hide the pride I have 

for the tribe I hail from...