Blood of Orpheus


‘Seeing so much activity of the mind devour her natural beauty

is painful in that blame is always the culprit, to blame others,

to set sin in the heart and feed it anger and hatred, I feel her

and she hates that the shared experience takes place.

A field of rolled hay, the Georgia green fields that when absent

I yearn for as a long in the past love, this land, this air,

Life is always balancing and sometimes it does fall, it is in the Fall

We understand our own methods of what seems to me as

Ridicule of the heart and the mind, of a war that despises the spirit

Rather seeks to understand the Holy Spirit.

I know.

I fought it all my life up until the moment Christ entered and spoke

As he does to many, he spoke those piercing words from his own wounds

Into those who are open to this event, this unraveling of discord: the awakened soul.

I pray she awaken.

The meanness and name-calling, the rumbling roar of hatred shoots across constellations,

I pace each room looking at what I can and cannot move, what and how

Shall I move into it’s place as a memory catcher and lightening rod to poetry

And music, as a direct course to writing again when I see so many boxes

Filled with notes, version after version, expansive poems it hurts to imagine

What awaits, but wait they do and so here I piddle, wondering how to help

Heal one cannot be healed. It hurts to see how she destroys the beauty of Spirit

And of God while thinking it is a direct line. It is not a direct line.

I fear madness has taken hold and she cannot cope sober and blames

Others for the ongoing disaster. To be witness to the disaster is painful.

I must. I smell the slow burning of the death or Eros.


Not much can be said in the whirlwind of such hatred.

Sad captures and identifies a mind at war. The balance is leaning downward

Further every day and every day I try to offer conversation and light;

Every day I am a lone figure in a Hopper painting.

Failed. Smoking a non-filter Camel. Glass of Tulimore Dew in hand.

Lone. I must seek more deeply into my heart and soul.

I am witness to the disaster and I cannot “do” or “act”.

It is like being the camera in war.


Concerto for

Source: Concerto for Those Who …

This is a concerto I have had in my mind for a while and was just able to play and edit it late and today. It is love. But there are those who think if I name them FB will be onto them. If you are on FB you are known way beyond your imagination. A lovely concerto for those I love who despise my naming them for thanks or simply as an act of positive action, I apologize for the pain I have caused you. So here is a nameless concerto that ends in a pretty beautiful two or three minute solo piano extension on an idea of right vision and right speech as forms of expelling the hardened heart and allowing the love to exist rather than to destroy what is good and positive. Be good and positive. One of my beloved said to get over the friends who reacted out of hate. But it’s hard for me. I believe in the positive power of friendship so much that even in the face of hatred or negativity I must offer love and do not harm. No matter the struggles and harms of this life there is still the love and years of friendship worth keeping rather than burying it over some gossip and forms of misalliance. always remember, there is a “hide from timeline” button so no one will know you know me or are beloved even if you yield a hammer over honest conditions. Be love. Peace. Be love now.

Homage to Kakusandha the Buddha- The conqueror of the army of Mara – 7:6:17, 6.41 PM

I don’t know what happened today. All I could feel was reverence for creative forces.

From Pali Text Chants
Verse 5.Satta Buddha Vandana: Homage to the Seven Supreme Buddhas

2.Vessabhussa naamatthu-nahatakassa tapassino
Namatthu Kaakusandhassa Marasenapmaddino

Homage to Vessabhu the Buddha: Free from all defilements….and possessed of great energy.
Homage to Kakusandha the Buddha: The conqueror of the army of Mara
(note: Mara equivalent to dark evil, dark angels, temptations)

Compassion? Reason? What, are you crazy?

I Was Just Thinking About Moral Code in Simplest of Terms

The nature of one creature is not that of another. There is only one human race for example But we act differently culture to culture while remaining of the same race. For some compassion and reason the rule of law, prior to Citizens United when we released the pit viper on the people; before a darkness fell over our land we knew who we were talking to, as in nothing was hidden at to their nature of being compassionate and reasonable or self centered and greedy. We knew who a person was in the South When I lived out West it was a tremendous learning curve in finding the true self. Why ask this?Because things have changed so much we really do not even know our closest friends and even family because a politic of lies and theft, hidden meanings and tricks have made it appear that this is our nature. It is not. It is the nature of the blasphemy of “in God we Trust” written on our money. Compassion and reason must be allowed to return within, behind and as our actions. It represents our humanity. I see it more in a golden retriever than I have in many people. So why is so hard for it? Why must we fight so hard to get truth, compassion and reason out of a person when it is God given, nature in our genes, and most of all our conditions of youth in growing up. We learn to over come by being reasonable, compassionate, trustful people, work at it, we bring our selves back to the nature we were God given at birth.
I feel for our youth seeing a criminal Groper in Chief, a dinosaur cowboy preaching failed conversion therapy and a Smirk of the House as our leaders. They must be taught the opposite of what our government and politicians do, and then explain by n sight. from any number of compassionate sources as to why as human beings we are commanded to act with compassion and trust, reason and a sense of justice.
Laying off the piano for a bit so contemplating on moral philosophy and human nature. I believe if we live by compassion, reason, honesty, fair justice, peace, love and charity then we have a great society. People must work if they are able, a days pay for a days work, to eliminate the words “woman and equality” from ever being in a sentence again. And I know I did not go extreme enough for the satisfaction of all but let us keep this as an example for now. We must fight and work, meditate and converse our way back into a state of being of compassionate, trustful, honest, loving, charitable, peaceful and just people.
Can we do it? I think no but hope yes. Examples show me compassion is ultimately abused. Reason becomes a political excuse for why they steal. Justice determined by what a person can get away with by never paying for use of any specific object or nature. So we press on and keep teaching. Never stop teaching these steps of humanity. If we do not then we will wipe ourselves off the face of this much maligned God given mother earth. In this galaxy of limitless galaxies good is noted and inscribed upon our civics and history books before Texas text book authority finishes lying and changing up our history and the purpose and rule of law as stated in basic civics.
Against all these things we fight, and it sux to have to fight ,but we must, to be moral beings as one human race.

Just a rant that if we Artists are not writing, playing, speaking out, then who will? Have you forgotten what unified protest is?

Free will Free Will I am sickened by this phrase and I have used it hundreds of time s but greed, avarice and murder (in the category of lust to me) are the tools of the Great Deceiver. I cannot handle even believing anymore the universality of Free Well. 11 commandments. 4 noble truths and the 8 fold path, and what do we get? We get the chance to prove to one another that we are good, that we do not back stab, that we do not lie to one another, that we hold truth and handshake deals higher than contracts which are formed to eat up the artist anyway, so it is us, all of us together here, as I have tried to pare it down to Artists of all talents and beliefs who can discuss, disagree, converse and agree, work through an idea and leave thinking of something rom a different perspective. We must always see that the galaxies are endless and yes we are made of star dust and to the Pentecostal hell for those who think not. What gives me the right to say that? Just now. I said it. Ask your own morality. There are those among us of unlimited good, mostly mothers, and depths of hell imagined from the mostly insane. I am so glad our Groper in Chief, the closeted VP whose conversion therapy kinda did not work since his still fantasizes of when men rode raptors and had raptor races on Saturdays, and then of course the curse and smirch upon The Faith, The Smirk, the Smirker Speaker of the Mice. Free will placed these beasts for us to exorcise on our many paths to God. I think, yes I think, in between meditation, study, writing, piano, some TV and blasting Boris on the heaedphones, I feel blessed to be able to do so, thanking the one living God every day; I am thankful ot have a voice and to use it. No fear. You must not fear. We are at that “turn your socialist or Jewish” neighbor in good old days again We are so near to the hell beasts, not in form, but as idea, as action of goals, to come into being. Is there a choice to make? If you do not know the answer then your soul is lost. You are confused. You have distorted truth from reality. You have crushed God from within. We are a speck in a limitless space of birrth and rebirth across and within all galaxies known and those beyond. Our morality and ethics are being tested, not by the One who distanced himself, but by one another we are tested. Greed, Avarice and Liee come crashing down on your party kids. The ones who pay (well, my family has kept me alive after all was gone and greed/lies/deception near ruined me on top of the disease and sickness purgatory upon this beautiful earth. Now we have in power one who hates all,. He breathes hatreds. He breeds hatreds. He gives voice to those who should be slienced? Broken Amendments> NO!

When outright lies and bigotry are worn as badges of honor then disgrace has fallen on our land. Our land soon to be as ruined as third world country we look at say why oh how terrible, give a dollare and turn the page. This is our land at stake and far left stop being so damn far left, there is middle way. The Beast must be tricked as he tries to trick us all. Time to turn the tables people. If you are not voting then you are not American. If you vote for hell over Life, then you have no conscientious nature. If you are an Artist and do not speak out then you are not an Artist. have to right to judge and speak as I have been judged and spoken of so take it back in your pretty mirror children of unevolved souls or just unaware. . I forgot what I was mad about, oh yeah, three deadly sins that coes any of us in if we do not seek penance and equality for all without going overboard about it we no better, in fact are worse, then the veery thing against we war. We war against the darkness, against the murder of our earth. God, if you wish to see it that way, sure did give us dominion over all the beasts, bu tit did jnnot mean to slaughter the innocent or good of heart animals.

All wish love. All beings who have being, dig?, need and must have love. If you do not have love then you become slaves to the 3 first beasts of greed, avarice and to covet, same as the 11 Commandments, same as it ever was, ha! same as it ever was, and I will say it again that if you clam to be be an Artist or are one and are not writing or painting or playing protests against those who will murder us and our land then you are their own sucklings, growing up to kill, to slay, to steal, to seek harm and to murder, to rape and think it no more than a thrill. How are we going to seek justice until the 25th amendment is called into play? Reading and not acting like a meth head halfway into a speech does not a president make. Act out. Rise us UP. This nature of our land and our earth affects us all, all without American caste system, yeah we have it but fear speaking it, as Stalin said “I will conquer and control nature” and he failed, so shall we if we back out of the Paris Accords. Bye bye Mister and Miss alike, Raped and Beaten American Pie. Death angels are at the door. For whom do you open?


I wanted to spread it into WordPress where a lot of great conversations have arisen now they have made it easier to boot the spammers, phishers and general scoundrels. Don’t fear language. It is living. It is organic. How in the world do you think things change by nonviolent ways in the face of violence? Language, Correct language from right heart, right mind, right intention, right mind all to free us from the knowledge we know is built to use against us. Against us. Get it? I live by the grace of God, the gifts of God, by this don eonly and truly only as a holy act to help when all turned away, and thta even if we have faily arguments, that is family, they have kept me alive, as have the takes I paid for for a ture count of 45 years working serving being slave to the custoemr in the last place they can be assholes and show the true nature behind the make up and gear. A Geiger drawn machine heart beats in side, the matphor, OK? It’s a metaphor. Bu the truth remains we good people of this oad were voted out an in came a sphere, “an orb” incapable of connecting sentences much less just a phrase without it being racist or hateful if anything at all. We did this. We are all responsible. But non-voters, you thieves of our Democratic Republic hopped on the burning wagon of the mass psychology of hysteria and dragging the rest of us dwon with you. You worship a false God. When wil you hear his beautiful voice and awake!

If you do not publish at least two poems a year, an article, a food, a painting, a song against the onslaught against our nation then you deserve what is coming, not those of us who have fought for a better, moral, social democracy that shaped and built this America. Rise up and sing out! Rise up and Speak! Rise up to protest the evil that is done.