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Beat Poetry and Other FormsBeat Poetry and Other FormsCool beat poetry on Buddhism, life, death, society, sex, goats, women, drugs, jazz, jesus, buddha, marx, bush, ect... Articles
The Flowers In My Garden Bloomed
2008-02-10 03:14:00 The flowers in my garden bloomed,Ages ago for you, my love.Rushing from a rocky high place,They sung of Atlantis colors anticipating your shine.The flowers in my garden bloomed,One spring so long ago, my dearestAnd as the years pass in rain and tears.Only the green of wisdom grows there now.The flowers in my garden bloomed,Below a warm earthly sun of love, my wife.And now I notice, through the sheets of grey,A lone flower so brightly innocent,perfect beauty,Anticipating spring. More About: Flowers , Garden
Formula
2007-10-07 06:05:00 Go to the endOf the red store.Whistle in frenzyWearing arm band,Holding club.Turn to the church.Kill the priest.Smash Icons.Roll nakedIn broken glass.Capture the T.V.With rifles and truck.Scream: The truth.Let your words shatterElectric stress.Swig power like whiskey.Kill generals who won'tfollow you and worshipPalaces and crowds,Twisted steel and nausea.Send steaming missilesAcross the oatmeal sky,Playing sun-god,Sponging up the poolsThat you came from. More About: Formula
Reneeism
2007-10-06 07:17:00 ReneeNo ReneeismAnd I was twelveWhen the frost meltedTo the heat of the early schoolyard sunWhose beams where forced between the plastic shuttersExposing dancing trails of glowing dustAbove the classroom woodThe first bell ranWill and IdeaReneeismRenee More About: Rene
The Joy of Image
2007-10-04 23:38:00 There is a joy of image juxtaposition,Laughter,To create laughterspanning the depths of childlike knowingThat is splintered in coffee hallsBuilt by the union-less hippiesThat pound nailsFrom their sweaty handsInto the impetus woodsThe dead knowing tree.Those sapless corpses haunt me.For trees are no less consciousThan the species-centric I,That yearns for reassuranceOf art as only an anthropomorphic gift,A subtle flashFrom those ultra-trillion stars.Stars are H-bombs too,And if my warm body soilsAre the flesh of dead suns,Then my sons and daughtersCan die skewedBy the ultra-perceptive sub-atomic releaseOf alpha/gammaFestive contra-quantum elvesAnd their loving penetrations.But is start sexuality,The Ginsberg way,The final day?Cannot my selfish soulEscape the arms ofEnergy/MatterEffusionThat would Bullshit me into buying poetryOr a Jesuit bibleSimply to avoid the reality of nuclear war,And instead focusOn the joy of image juxtaposition. More About: Image
Flaming Blades Until the End
2007-10-03 21:38:00 Essentially the same,At least the morningsBut the evenings,With Zen Master Rama,Forget it.Nothing like it in the yuga.There is really little to say,Mystery is rumored to name them both,Form and formlessness,Air and graniteMcDonald's and MazirattiOn and OnInto the babble of tomorrow.Yesterday doesn't countUnless you care about shoelaces.They could have brokenOn the sun-poached city graniteWhere sagebrush Buddhas once weren'tOr were they?Pass the tea, like a football.Light is letting go,Becoming cursor fieldsIn the operating system,The mainframe of dream-time.The poem is a dreamAnd so is the pen.Come on. Who's reading this?Not you or me, forget it,Just dry fields of grassFlaming blades up until the end. More About: Blades
Media
2007-10-03 08:00:00 Media is like concentration campFor those captured Yanksin the Nam.. .It'll fuck your mind up! More About: Media
Tummo
2007-10-03 07:29:00 Vitamin C was Cocaine in Atlantis.Richard Nixon wore clown suites in TibetAnd you can bet your tummoHe froze his balls off.
Foundation and Empire
2007-10-03 07:27:00 Foundation and Empire .Hari Seldon saw the riverBut forgot the shore,And the hippies of Israel More About: Foundation , Dati
This Instant
2007-10-03 07:20:00 Can you tell me of energyNot tired gain-less daysAching feet, slouched and breathless,purpose, purchase?Inside the cement wheel of nightRotates a fate stoned in necessity.Out here can I spin the changeOr drift?A purpose dancing to a linear end,This envelope of will,This moment once and now,Is it a crossword of choiceOr an actors jest in an ancient play?
The Body Universe
2007-10-01 23:24:00 Flesh is only dead sun,The sap of spaceFlowing like molassesHeavy patterns.Our tongues recite fire.Blood is sprayed against the soilScattered droplets of starsNestled in the vase of our growing,Dreams of mandalaAnd its spinning center of red.Marrow was once fire,Nestled in the hammock of galaxies,Wove from the silk of gravityThe endless matrixThe quiet womb of the body universe. More About: Body , Universe , The Body , Univers
Fuck n' Chuck
2007-09-29 21:52:00 Some would call him that,The ancients had prophesied his descent into Oxnard.They chose to call him fire jerkAnd sung of the vomit dripping goddess'sWhose cum-rippled hair was like the dew of Oxnard mornings,Nymphs who Fuck n' Chuck had in drunken protest,As he carved their innards with snake and balls explodingFilling them with the raging fire of the jerk,The furnace of the jerk's stickBorn in that rod-happy and cum-drunk pussy,That only the force of vomit could sooth.When maidens had his glowAnd gazed into his fire-jerky faceFlailing their coarse breasts,They intuited Oxnard before Atlantis brought the sea to the land,When Oxnard was desert and crow-tower of the ancient elves,When Fuck n' Chuck rode on stallion and hoed the sow,Pussy wet with farmers and swordsman's sons,When goat and sheep would vomit before sunrise,And profer to him the chunky acidic mush,Rought from the furnace of their naval chakrasAnd Fuck n' Chuck would lick the glowing butterOf their stomach's folly...
Unbridled
2007-09-28 22:33:00 Unbridled is how I describe existence,For its source rushes out as a torridBecoming endless possibilities.Unbridled means no beginning and no endWith an unceasing march of beginnings and endings,Existence as a perfect crystal,A shattered crystal,Refractions without a crystal --Beyond all heavens or hellsAnd the karmas that bind them.Unbridled means perfect controlA bridle to harness the senses,Infinite etiquette,Battles against darkness,A way of courage,Unlimited probabilities,In the ceaseless chaos of forever.
Earthly Thoughts So Distant Now
2007-09-28 22:21:00 Earthly thoughts so distant now,So uttered the hell-bound poltergeist preacherAs he knocked on the holly wood of imperatives,To let the Spielberg horror movie in the house,Yelling:We want the angel!Instead consider hard workSweeping wooden floors by the grip of a broom,A spindle to all the worlds,A gavel through the koans of self,A laughter of plentiful rivers,The golden dust of moths spiraling upwardsDancing amidst the ecstatic alonenessOf infinite love. More About: Thoughts
The Ascension of President Allende In Chile
2007-09-27 21:46:00 Where does the string of thought lead?Is it only the hopeless chatter of cricketsAbove the black and white sphereOf Yin and Yang?The helix spins out of the sunset,It's blade slicing 4-space, dream-space, sex-chase,The rhyme that dances through the casual chains,Like President Allende 's final messageA silver cloud for the future:Love your murderersWhose naked light is your own. More About: Chile , Ascension , Resident
Tales About Him
2007-09-27 21:38:00 Since youth they told him about him --The wise white man from IsraelWho could make the work easier,And who deplored violenceAgainst the house.A few cotton-picken summers latersquinting into a punishing sky,He blinked,Attracting another white man,A teacher of the truth,Whose whip came downShredding the tale. More About: Tales
Happy Defeat
2007-09-27 07:50:00 The orange paperMoves me like a lover.I would never sip the milkOr spill the language without pain,A value of my ego games,My ego trainTo third-world grains.The New York cement isn't as conscious,As forest dew,Leafy flesh of Gaia.Cancerous mother of capital,Words can't solve our problemsSilence won't helpYet happy defeat does entice me. More About: Happy , Feat
Boddisattva Attached To You
2007-09-27 06:33:00 Tremble slightly to my waves,Questioned releases that mark the leather of my days,A final curiosity about you my friend.Your love imagined as brought me to the side,To the glade of the shinning pathWhose glass bricks I've trampled cut,As Bodhisattva attached to you. More About: Attach , Atta
Marxist Doubts
2007-09-26 03:00:00 Could you write a poem about commodity fetish,The love of those things,Those days?Now in the cool forests of rectangular grassI sit,Asking you this:How can you write a poem about commodity fetish?When your own poemIs so unrecognizable,How can you recognize the world? More About: Marx
Plastic Parade
2007-09-25 09:15:00 Cowering through the shadows thicket,I climbed into a plastic parade,Struggling against the smooth fields,Slipping off the roofs of machines.When I spoke her nameNear the sun-lit gate,A pompous manikin heard the call,On a list she saw my numberAnd geared the game so I would fall.She uttered my demiseYet I know she is not to blame;For it was the holiday seasonAnd I was the winter's ancient shame. More About: Plastic , Parade
Going to New York City Next Year
2007-09-24 20:01:00 Going to New York City next year,Flying in high CaliforniaDrinking jazz,Pedestrian cotton dreams,Sun-tan L.A. Bunnies,But...Going to New York City next year,Drinkin' Marxist wine in urban cold,Massive, culture, ancient America,Big Apple, Broadway, art, deathAnd none of the aboveYet still...Going to New York City next year,Right-wing, left-wing, Madison Avenue,Wingless executives all dreaming of bridgesAnd valentines day chocolate commodity trash,While the blacks(Poor only because of lower IQ)Listen to post-industrial funky-town,Sundown.They're always...Going to New York City next year. More About: New-York
I Saw Leaving In His Eyes
2007-09-23 22:38:00 White glare,Dying facesBobbing atop ragged bodiesimmersed in 4 A. M HateDowntown NovemberLos Angeles season.One screaming ecstatic drunk(My friend noticesA resemblance to Oscar Peterson),Preaching in circles.Last rites.With animal certaintyI shiver to his sounds.My body listens wellAnd smells his carcass future.I saw leaving in his eyesAmidst the frenzied cement night,Leaving like a supernovaOf blinding brightnessThat flickers desperately against the shadowsImplying immortality. More About: Eyes
Do Not Claim Me, Oh Disease Art!
2007-09-22 22:10:00 Do Not Claim Me, Oh Disease Art,Compel me to walk aimlesslyDown foggy faded boardwalksIn reverence of the bumsWho are pure art,Terminal art.I would do well to catch you, Oh disease art,Attracting the bright colored skirts of women,Pretentiously staining Dostoevsky books with coffee,Sweating against a piano on a early summer day,Only to retreat into the wildernessLike an old Russian monkwallowing in Jesus art.Many search for you, oh disease art.Quantum physics is tedious.Psychiatrists are expensive.We must instead support the well-bred artist,As he walks down shimmering hallwaysMopped immaculate by the old Chicano lady,Starving artist.To anyone who will catch you, Oh disease art,No matter how famous their affliction spreads:Art itself is the grouchy old painterAnd we -- its cracked and wilting brushesThat bleed the colorsOnto a canvasNever seen.
Why Write?
2007-09-22 10:32:00 Why write?Why render that infinite windowTo the mercy of a pen's geometry,Reduce humanity's songto an equation we call poetry?I know the quill embalms imagesAnd shelters them from time.But why must we save thoughtsLike pack rats on acid?Yes we have Shakespeare stored,Along with atom bomb formulas,let loose by the pen.Why write? More About: Write
A Way I Will Not
2007-09-20 21:09:00 I will not pretend for youBut will be a cluster of starsWeaving through the spacesOf our lives.So many parts I will be for you,Dust lit against the background,Blending outward in the darknessBy and by.I cannot pretend for you,Tell you that a rope is a snake,Crank back a water-wheel that filled you,Or even smile in the edges of my anger.Yet -- I will be like a stringWound and glistening on some fine instrument.I will twang into the careful bellows of life.You will hear my resonance as a wide open feelings,Like a field where sounds are sure in the wind,I shall stretch until we've touched both ends.Yet, it is true, I will not pretend,Enter a stage and them point to your immortality,Show the audiences the changelessness of you,Yet not the bleached flowers on your dress.Instead -- I will be one of the flower's worn threadsAnd curl like a patient river through the heatThe muddy savanna of mundanity and circumstance.I will present my colors as a mosaic in your daysAnd will not break to t...
The Olympic Games
2007-09-20 00:33:00 Amidst the Olympic Games ,Beneath the diffused and anxious voices of the airAnd the metallic screeches of the toxic city,We stand to salute the old and dangerous energy,The fervor of nations,Divisions, power,Now in new garbs,With ancient bloodDo the youth lean toward the battlefield,The insectual patriotism of billion-consciousness,Fused minds,Now cascading riversOf bruising astral death.Our age is old,It is weary of death by battle,By the chant of the carnivorous mammal,Now gripping his own release,Now fondling the new arrows of thermo-nuclear resolution,The thousand suns that man may grace the granite with,The thousand billowing clouds,That soon my veil the thousand movies, the athletes, the baseball math,Whose equations we have retreated into,Like a reluctant ostrich,Hiding eggs at a poetry reading,Of matter-centric sexual buoyancy,The hippy hypocracy label,The Clark Gable partiesOf wine and stale fruit,The Roman grape-stuffing faggotsWho revere poets and pianists above the real,T... More About: Olympic Games , The O
Beyond Conceiving of Place That Is Beyond
2007-09-18 23:13:00 Awareness is ambiguous,If not genuine,A clear pond changingIn silky unionOf light and darkUnattached mindfulnessAnd razor-sharp discipline,Punching through the sensesInto finer vibrations.Quiteness is both full and empty.It excludes the ego babble,Neuron orgies.Senators of the skull,Wrestling in balls of confusionInside the arenaThat is thought.Wholeness is both nothing and something.Nothing is without itAnd something must become it --SomethingSmall and transitoryMust rise out of the tent,The rupa-dharma's of the fleshAnd then precedeTo devour a universeThat isn't. More About: Place
Musings of a Dharma Bum
2007-09-18 22:57:00 Musings of a Buddha supra-consciousness,Movements in and outOf the relativeRupa-dharmic perspective,Out of the Jiva, Ajiva,Karmic sticky stuff,Got enoughFor tantric bliss,A kiss to Kansas nirvana,Scarecrow and the raven,Existential horrorTime lights me byGotta fly egoGotta fly! More About: Musings , Dharma , Arma , Sings
The Eightfold Path of Buddhism
More articles from this author:2007-09-18 21:35:00 And as the eight ways arise in Buddha-time,A path is constructed out of dharmic illusion,Rupa-centric babble that isn't.Right Views:To view this poem and nothing elseOr to view everything.Permanence is temporary.Beauty and happiness,Dreams lostlike the solid dreams of self.Right Intention:To see the existential nothing,To love everything dearlySo clearly,To embrace paradox withoutAnthrocentric hate.Right Speech:To end this poem,Cessation of philosophy,Vikalpa, construction,Publicity for the ego,Of existence and science,No more ShakespeareNo more apple pie.Right Action:Lights! Cameras! Action!Eating after noontime is bullshit!The life must be stone consciousness,No high beds,No kick-ass head,Yes a monk is all of this,Before anything is said.Right Livelihood:No AmericaNo profitNo corporationsNo gold or silverNo interest rateNo Federal Reserve BoardNo Clinton or BushNo PropertyNo MoneyNo MarxismNo Ism.Right Effort:As blindness is to sight,As deafness is to sound,As numbness is to touc... More About: Buddhism , Fold , Path 1, 2, 3 |
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