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Lately my focus has been on spiritual / mystic poetry, answering my call to serve what is needed in this world. The latest books below reflect this call to serve. Further below are samples of more spiritual poetry and life / consciousness poetry.
Latest Poetry Books
(all files in pdf format)
 meet me in the mountain mist: still looking for shams |
 leaving the ashram |
 in the shadow of zaid's garden |
 the rent party: getting soul-drunk with rumi poems |
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Spiritual Poetry Samples All poems are copyright protected. |
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the path of love is available to all who will embrace and walk this path none will be barred but each one must choose for their self to embrace and walk this path seek it not for its treasures although its treasures abound seek it not for its refuge although its protection is immense seek it not for its happiness although its happiness is unending seek it not for want or need although it will align your desires to divine needs seek it not for company although this road has fellow travelers seek it not for peace although peace has laid the road’s soil seek it only for love for love alone is sufficient to draw love and manifest its universal blessings for the sake of fulfilling the love of love i embrace and walk upon the path of love |
i am a delicate flower in the hand of the master blossoming by the touch anointed by the breath sated by the sight (which manifests as a light from the eye) yet only a flower in the greatness of all that is |
one touch of the heart can inspire millions to realize what is in their hearts so be careful in how you touch the heart (and allow the heart to be touched) yet let not your caution steal the tenderness of your touch’s embrace so that by inspiring one we may invite the inspiration of millions to realize what is in their hearts and touch their own hearts to inspire millions more... remember any beauty realized in the heart is a beauty universally shared for all hearts are connected in (and through) oneness |
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Life /
Consciousness Poetry All poems are copyright protected. |
poem to my unborn children asahi, perdatta my children, my love i feel your soul whispers in my eardrums calling me to make a way to bring you in this world a vow i will honor but hear these words before you fill your embryo with your soul so you can say you were foretold of what this crazy world beholds cause it will not be the same as the love i pray your mother’s womb consumes you with and i will be too immersed in happiness to yell these warnings into the womb so listen now before we venture into experience to find a mother who will bear the incarnation of your earthly vessel listen now as i say with the purity of honesty this is a crazy-ass world you wish to be born into i live in a world of broken glass bottles and bags that blow in the wind serving as fertilizer to the potholes in my concrete lawns where urban gardens seek life between the cracks in the sidewalks only to get pissed or shit upon by unkept dogs i live in a world of painted faces and untied shoes laces yet we wonder why we’re tripping all over each other i live in a world where we’re more fond of entertainment than wisdom where we prefer jokes over knowledge, but tragedy is never funny i live in a world where we o.d. on conflict to then detox on peace to then hit the streets to puff on that conflict stuff again i live in a world where we take conflict abroad because we don’t have peace at home i live in world where we feed the rats by leaving garbage on the streets but put mouse traps inside our apartments i live in a world where lonely people don’t want to be alone but don’t change their mindset to be able to live with a lover i live in a world where people buy sexy lingerie they’re just gonna take off anyway where we now seek love over the internet and hope it’s downloadable into real life personal experiences i live in a world where too many people love those who hate you and hate those who love you yet all is (considered) fair in love and war i live in a world where people have crushes on those who will break your heart then we collect the broken pieces, crazy glue them with emotions for our next crush i live in a world where people hope against hope and then get stuck with things no one claims they hoped for i live in a world where we give reality to illusions but completely dismiss reality -- not even treat it as an illusion i live in a world where finite bodies are given more credence than eternal souls and then we wonder why everybody is scared to die i live in a world where fools are crowned with degrees and selected for sovereignties but true wise ones are deemed stupid for their courage to challenge corruption i live in a world where people justify their denial, deny true acceptance and then wonder why life is miserable when they’re sober (or alone) i live in world where people construct identities from external distractions while our hearts cry silently in sadness cause they’re ignored i live in a world where we hide the obvious, make secrets of confessions and trust politicians, the media, and neighborhood gossips to beautify broadcast lies i live in a world where reality is reconstituted to fit on tv screens and real people become the new actors for tv shows that are supposed to reflect the real world i live in a world where health is defined as managing sickness finance defined as managing debt, public safety as managing the flow of crime i live in a world where people will ridicule and oppress you but imitate your way of speak to make urban talk mainstream (-- and m and m’s now come in white chocolate) i live in a world where babies’ mommies raise children with absentee daddies and marriage has been redefined to include eventual divorce i live in a world where community meetings to discuss activist strategies are replaced by celebrity signings of pimps promoting hiphop pornography and thugalusion i live in a world where demonstrations for justice are of lesser priority than attending freaknics of adult adolescents celebrating their confusion about why god gave us sex i live in a world where malcolm x is now just the name of a street, dr. king the name of a holiday but michael jackson is still the man -- and sometimes michael jordan i live in a world where pop stars become pedophiles but they still reign as millionaires because their music still sounds good? i live in a world where people pay ten dollars to see a movie that grosses millions but won’t give hungry bums a quarter to get food or a hit -- like movie stars don’t get high i live in a world where latch key kids go home to be babysit by tvs learning that liberation is saving a pokemon; happiness: singing with a purple dinosaur i live in a world where kids can’t pass standardized math and english tests but they can add up to $49.99 to buy the newest video game and decipher the instructions i live in a world where youth are taught that beauty is: money, light colored skin, thin frames, oversized sexual organs, and a mind that doesn’t say no i live in a world where old ladies are scared to get in elevators with young black men and then we wonder why young black men don’t give up their seats to old ladies anymore i live in a world where teenage sex, stds, abortions, time in jail, criminal records and immune deficiencies are considered signs of growth (into adulthood) i live in a world where responsibility is treated like amnesia and you’re encouraged to forget what you’re supposed to be responsible for i live in a world where we can correct the bullshit but don’t instead we defend it, resist against, or act like we’re neutral but never move beyond -- the bullshit i live in the world where few try to change what’s become of the charades we made and majorities celebrate that which brings the world closer to destruction this is a crazy-ass world i live within this is a crazy-ass world in which you wish to be born but in spite of all its craziness if you come, i welcome your arrival to teach you of the less traveled roads that can become your journey that you may come to be happy that you may come to be cared for that you may come to be nurtured, to be whole that you may come to be loved as i will love you the best i can and hope my love is enough to help you overcome and not be overcomed by this crazy world asahi, perdatta my children, my love hear this poem i write you my unborn children |
a greater vessel divine i told the gypsy lady i’m sick of bringing you wounded psyches seeking psychic interventions of magic crystal balls wanting five dollar fortunes of future happy days cause i no longer believe an old flame put a curse on me so now it’s time i break the crystal links of your supposed protection which have only liberated more confusion in my mind time to stop running from the songs of mermaids that reverberate my spiritual waters embrace the lotus seeds i’ve planted in my personality mud pies cause the stem always rises to the light before it blossoms and looking at the reflection of my face in these muddy waters i am reminded of my mind’s ability to adapt to its own self-destructive tendencies and embrace these just like a romantic cherishes getting shot in the ass by a cupid enough of that i’m searching for verses that unlock messianic virtues melting my soul with prophetic parables cleansing my heart with wisdom but in the end this is only a poem a poem longing for redemption a poem in recovery for atonement a poem trying to salvage an eternal moment from all time this is just a poem, not that which it speaks of because it’s become plain to me the banshees’ wails i hear foreboding the state of a society in smelling distance of its own tomb the censure filled with ashes of past aggression and greed such that it becomes the fodder of ceremonial incense that burns it’s just a matter of if this society will be buried or cremated ill-spoken of, forgotten, or celebrated as the memory of its corpse rots but even this speaks of me that i would arrive to live life in this dying society and in realizing how this reflects my fate i have some work to do that’s why i embarked upon this journey of grace slept in the shadow of birds’ nests endured the starvation of my desires that’s why i huddled around campfires of a partially told history walked barefoot across the sleeping sands of comfort cried in dehydration, thirsty for knowledge and in my haste i’ve drank the poisons of pleasure blissfully laughing years off my life span -- it was funny at the time to only be saved by the antidote of spiritual mercy learning that forgiveness includes forgiving my self for having danced with temptation, cutting virtuous holes in the rug and pressing my sweaty head upon bloody dance floor altars i’ve hung my soul upon universal crosses nailed stakes of gold into my own wrists and ankles to discover the afterlife of truth beyond the crucifixion of my ego i’ve made sacred pilgrimages into caves of solitude and now know angels can be the best of friends and in the celestial silence i’ve heard the voice of god that’s why i’m really not good at small talk any more i’ve caught assassin’s bullets in my head shattering the skull of my concepts as my brain matter was splattered with the blood of wisdom i’ve been stabbed with daggers in the chest severing the aorta of emotions from my beating heart taking shallow breaths as i bled to deeper depths i’ve been jailed and beaten in the weakness of false pride but now i see the prize cause there are no bars big or wide enough to incarcerate the strength of divine humility are you feeling me as i lay my faith upon altars for human sacrifices the priest holding the axe of death over my throat but i told you i heard the voice of god and it said if you’re willing to die for this then be willing to live for it too stand and claim your martyrdom for ultimate sacrifices were never regulated to death wishes just give all that you are and let the selfishness of self die and commit all that is left to this holy purpose purified to become a greater vessel divine |
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