Know Love

Give to Love

What is Love,

And to Trump

What is Trump's.

Eat The Body,

Drink The Blood.

Playin' the fool

When you're payin' the rent.

What's the landlord's intent? 

Hit the trail, hit the streets,

There's a way, just use feet.

The Lord of All Lands

Will see you through.

Loaves,

Fishes,

Forget the dishes:

These fingers are made for food, yeah,

And that's just how we'll use!

Red & white,

Black-holes too.

I'm a Son of God,

Never to lose.

Never right, never wrong,

A dance of Dark & Light,

Not a morality poem.

Give to Love

What is Love,

And to Trump

What is Trump's.

Eat The Body,

Drink The Blood.

Have a round on Him,

Pass it down, don't pass it up.

Give words

To The Word,

And to gov

What is gov's.

Now you got The Momentum,

Our existence is Action.

Come boogie through fields,

Find a Lover in Forever.

Can't stop & won't stop,

Keep giving The Truth.

Let The Funk have Its Way,

Don't abide by The Rude.

I'm curious:

Are you kind?

On the search, what'd you find?

Without to within: a reflected refraction,

Can hardly withstand The Ecstatic-Charismatic-Attraction-Reaction!

Oh, you know It's not odd,

Just blessed by a prescription from Dr. Seuss.

Now move in Me,

Until we're amused. . . 

Give to Love

What is Love,

And to Trump

What is Trump'$.

Eat The Body,

Drink The Blood.

N'other

Word won't wait any longer.

Ink is The Blood,

The Body grows fonder.

Truth can't live undercover.

Manipulation awaits

For The Mind to falter.

"Where'd she go?" spoke The Lover,

Seeking some Mother. . .

But finding again only another other.

Tetra Hydro Cannibal

Back at seventeen I first drove through the 'burban streets
Surrounded by 'sylvan steam,
I met something so green,
Had to burn it down
'Cuz we didn't start the fire,
but my head's so much bigger than this town.

My simulated friend had a bucket-bottle piece,
We took a torch to the lid -
Man, I thought I was just a kid!
But it's time to grow up & get timeless. . .
I took a fork to my ego's meat:

Now I'm a tetra-hydro cannibal,
My munchies got me needing to eat
All the foolish delusions
Of the culture,
And institutions
That said "Who's who, what's what, and that's boss."

Another flame to the flower:
Finding the adventure that is "getting lost":
Little wizard wings down & pulls back the curtain -
I can't be certain,
But this Legoland dream
Seems to be where we were along. . .

Damn. . . that's called a gravity bong.

Hitchhike to Breakdown Street

Shalom ya'll!

Ya ready to actually really watch Rome fall?

We'll funk the neuronic system

Since sister Sara Tonin always does listen,

So long as all of the ears are

Open to hear. . .

(Please, without fear).

Never has to hurt

When ya fall in the dirt,

So never say never - 

Never drop the ball.

That Johnson was magic, 

Third parties know how to party, ya'll.

(Just ask, you know, give T.R. a call).

A gubernator does exist that 

Climbs Mount Everest, 

Grows ganja, 

And runs far along.

Now we gotta teach Donald's Trumpets

To burn the dead presidents. . .

Don't give 'em one reason to stay here,

For we'll turn the frowns upside-down:

With a compass of compassion & 

A cackle at The Crown.

2-3-74: P.K.D. could see the veil dissolved -

Denari in charge,

A sick delusion we'll solve 

From a Source that knew along:

Did you invent the wheel?

The Fire, did you steal?

Who can bake up Pi?

Who taught you to feel?

No pain no gain -

Even when you go insane. . . 

We gotta build you up 

Enough - just so we can raze 

The Zone:

Your so-called comfort-place.

The stylus needs a hard-edge

& the heart must ever break.

Goes by the name of 5-H.T.Pete,

Comes among us to get his panic beat.

Could run 100 miles for each beautiful basswhore - 

Go 100 more,

Give her the encore. . . 

You do want more?

Cuttin' up all the rugs on this glitched-out floor:

100 more & she'll let you through all 7 doors.

100 plus 'cuz you know she knows how to score. . . 

Whatchu standing there for?

Lost in a ketogenic hole,

See if a lil' sweet potato can't help you

Now to grow,

Since it is what it is 

& I Yam What I Yam.

My ambassador is Polish

'Cuz this mammal is ample.

The Lights get so damn pretty

When we color-them-rad

In these cowboy cities.

The mile-high meltdown

Bangs bigger than

Thor & the triggers of war.

Just a Kosmic egg hatching 

Kinesthetic in every possible direction,

With whispers of ecstasy:

"Hello you,

Greetings me,

Let's let Be."

Equinautical / Surplus Harvest

Each equinaut comes hither / thither,

Finding what may frost an eddy of

The river.

The equinaut fell for

You,

Who could harness the fruit of

Imaginarium's hill 'till

We meet at Morta's floating mill.

(After you fall too hard on

The rusty spike mother left in

The yard).

Body will rot but never The Will.

Let us now invite The Chill. . . 

Surplus harvest!

Gather the gluttons -

The spoiled, the sluggard, the rotten.

Surplus harvest!

Ye fascists be smitten.

Time is over,

Yer delusion forbidden.

Surplus harvest!

The equinauts summoned -

The acorn, the sunset,

The sickle, the pumpkin.

Cheers to The Chill!

And mushroom The Fallen.

Bakedown Beat

How my family has such bright eyes,

Yet mine were painted dark,

By shaking out the sweet blood of 

My twin in utero:
He was slightly re-tardy:
Ready, set, go!

I marked him down as late.

I'm the elephant in the womb,

She's the sugar in my tank:

Half as cheap -
But twice as sweet

As a deposit to the spank-bank.

She's my anchor to Planet Thanks.

We'll tuh-kill-ya seven times 

Before you rank on the totem,

File with the grime.

Some gritty greased-up mockingwords

Never found a plot that they just can't schmooze.

I got born-again to run DMT,

Because we're already through being born to bruise.

Well, all you hemped-out hippy kids!

Go on To Be bop & rock steady.

You hit The Beat & we'll keep her ready.

Just bass my face elsewhere from

Time & Space.

Your two-cents for a tent and I'm so much

Richard D. James insane,

Caught with three pitchers of 

That prime windowlickher.

Extra! Textya! We're not

Philip K. Dicking around downtown,

Since Kurt can catch a bullet

And Freddy catch The Fever.

David dies in dignity:

A man falls to Earth.
A woman is a dream I had,
So sleep more with a peace
Beneath your pillow.

But don't forget the downy-Draze,
We must be moving on,
Somebody to love - to funk it up
And burn it to the ground.
A trip to Neville-Neville Land!
With Charles Tunafish &
Slimmity Stanz.

Kids rock & roll so pass the bowl,
Fill the pint;
Rack a tab on that dirty young money.
Keep calling me walrus &
I'll keep keeping it funny.

The Declaration of Morning

Today I am born.

Nothing has ever happened to me,

I am not anyone in particular.

The dark delicious potion pours

Down a tube that can talk.

Call it "throat."

But do not speak.

Let the light in.

Hear the first faint melodies of creation,

Feel an ethereal architect etching

Your genome with photon fragments

Inside a canvas of hollowed cosmos.

This isn't "me."

I've done nothing but

Oh, how we will play 

With The Possible today!

You're such a bendabley posabley 

Shining example of sanity.