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.
Song Above Demon Lake In Milarepa’s Cave (revised)
Meditation Song Above the Cave of Milarepa
A darkness rises upon your soul. There are many paths
A darkness rises upon your soul. There are many paths
A darkness upon your soul rises. There are many paths
A darkness upon your soul rises. There are many paths.
I meditate where the Lord places me and all evils return
to laugh at my trials.
I meditate where the Lord places me and all evils return
to laugh at my trials.
I meditate where the Lord places me and all evils return
to laugh at my trials.
I meditate where the Lord places me and all evils return
to laugh at my trials.
The first with rotted scalp and beautiful face says his
prayers and meditations are folly.
The first with rotted mind and fallen face says his prayers
are all wasted and drawn from lies.
The first with love for the Great Deceiver tells me my prayers
could be turned to ways of disordered mind and deceit.
I say no. Leave me or listen. You have the choice.
Listen.
Demon flesh is not sexuality. It is destruction of self.
God gives us compassion I say. I can only wish they find the
path that leads to God and frees them from this demon flesh.
God gives us compassion I say. I can only wish they find the
path that leads to God and frees them from this demon flesh.
God gives me compassion I say. I can only wish you find the
path that leads to God and frees you from this demon flesh.
Love, I say. When is it not enough? We must Love.
God does not waste his love, he maintains and holds strong for
any who come to him, who contemplate upon the Sacrifice.
God does not waste his love, he maintains and holds strong for
any who come to him, who contemplate upon the Sacrifice.
God does not waste his love, he maintains and holds strong for
any who come to him, who contemplate upon the Sacrifice.
God does not waste his love, he maintains and holds strong for
any who come to him, who contemplate upon the Sacrifice.
Choice. We are given Love. But evil rules our land.
Evil dances across the land and the fallen worship hatred,
here stand the enemy and the will to love is yet even stronger
Evil dances across the land and the fallen worship hatred,
here stand the enemy and the will to love is yet even stronger.
Evil dances across the land and the fallen worship hatred,
here stand the enemy and the will to love is yet even stronger.
Evil fucking evil dances across the land and the fallen worship hatred,
here stand the enemy and the will to love is yet even stronger.
I know who lies.
I know who lies. What names you choose is up to you.
I know who lies. Our dharma is our choice we build upon.
I know who lies. All that is solid melts. I pray my eternal soul
melts and flows endlessly flowing in and out of Life’s plan.
I know who lies.
They dream on in phantasms of a dirt soul and only of ends,
never the continuation of action and reaction.
They dream on in phantasms of a dirt soil, only of ends,
never the continuation of action and reaction.
They dream on in phantasms of a dirt soul, only of ends,
never the continuation of action and reaction.
In all our oceans and the streams that feed them life changes
and adapts, many die, as will we.
In all ahr’ oceans and the streams that feed them life changes
and adapts, many die, as will we.
In all our oceans and the streams that feed them life changes
and adapts, many die, as will we.
I see the finite and hear their shallow heartbeats, thinking sin
and salvation does not apply to them.
I see the finite and hear their shallow heartbeats, thinking sin
and salvation does not apply to them.
I see the finite and hear their shallow heartbeats, thinking sin
and salvation does not apply to them.
It does.
It does matter.
It does matter for all we do is wrapped in cause and effect.
It does matter for all we do is wrapped in cause and effect.
It does matter for all we do is wrapped in cause and effect.
It does matter for all we do is wrapped in cause and effect.
She worships deception and a larceny of faith.
He worships deception and a larceny of faith.
You worship deception and a larceny of faith.
They worship deception and a larceny of faith.
Thinking it a win to deceive those who offer trust, all you do
is dig deeper into coal mountains, death your lover.
Thinking it a win to deceive those who offer trust, all you do
is dig deeper into coal mountains, death your lover.
Thinking it a win to deceive those who offer trust, all you do
is dig deeper into coal mountains, death your lover.
I know. I must repeat. I must chant.
I know it is easy to say anything at all and not believe a word.
I know, I, it is easy to say anything at all and not believe a word.
I know it is easy to say anything at all and not believe a word.
I know you. I repeat because I see you.
I was you. I destroyed that “I”.
Even as I pray and meditate you think new ways of harm.
Even as I pray and meditate you think new ways of harm.
Even as I pray and meditate you think new ways of harm.
I know your lies. They are known. Leave me dark spirits.
Many paths. One God. Shut up you gossips and fools!
Giving over to the home of Siddhartha, hammered singing bowls of seven holy metals that ring then vibrate me in to sleep and Awake!
I sleep upon the floor where I console and sing, feeling your
song vibrate through me, I love you my friends, I love God who
makes it possible to love my friends and family.
I sleep upon the floor where I console and sing, feeling your
song vibrate through me, I love you my friends, I love God who
makes it possible to love my friends and family.
I sleep on the floor where I console and sing, feeling your
song vibrate through me, I love you my friends, to love God who
makes it possible we love friends and family.
Holiness shimmers through each ringing bowl as I stretch
aging flesh across these thick, slow barley and bamboo mats.
Holiness shimmers through each ringing bowl as I stretch my
aging flesh across these thick, slow barley and bamboo mats.
Holiness shimmers through each ringing bowl as I stretch my
aging flesh across these thick, slow barley and bamboo mats.
I see the growing thunderheads, heat lightening striking.
Oh, I stretch because I see so much beauty, so to love,
so to thwart the minds who think to fight for life is sadness,
but that is to have it wrong, so terribly wrong, we live to live,
to strike back demon Mara’s devils and those gone to fight
old strong and holy wheel of fire spinning Ezekiel;
for beauty is daily and daily reward we live as grace as eternal.
To strike back Mara’s grinning evil and risen dark angels, do it!
New paths for beauty and skies seen like ocean tides as wind.
Each path begins from suffering and evil, and each path ends
when skies are sky and beauty becomes us; not as struggle
but as gift, each path begins where Life has suffered, yet pure
heart and pure intention is not enough to paint sunsets orange.
Never stop, always never ever stop, for if we do then it has ended, with ends come dreams of was, when what we need are times of is and then the works of yet to be. I could say, to the glory of God I cannot help it, this I love. I beg, in your own wisdom to understand we must scare the demons away as Milarepa sang enchant the devils as Ezekiel fought that they die this very day . . . There’s a reason these stories exist and live.
And yeah, that’s it . . . yeah, that’s it.
(and this crew for conversations with my beloved friends, Carter Gilles, Aaron Wegelin, Jarad Blanton, Don Chambers, my sister Lynn Buckhalt, the table I dream of as last meal and conversation because you all inspire me. My dream of life and our own last supper those I want to have debates and discussions, poetry and beauty
A Chant (all speech is confession)
And Most of My Loves Turn and Run
I Say Please Stay It is my Life that Loves
I Cannot Help It, This Compassion
A darkness upon your soul rises. There are many paths
A darkness upon your soul rises. There are many paths
A darkness upon your soul rises. There are many paths
A darkness upon your soul rises. There are many paths.
I meditate where the Lord places me and all evils return
to laugh at my trials.
I meditate where the Lord places me and all evils return
to laugh at my trials.
I meditate where the Lord places me and all evils return
to laugh at my trials.
I meditate where the Lord places me and all evils return
to laugh at my trials.
The first with rotted scalp and beautiful face tells me my
prayers and meditations are folly.
The first with rotted mind and fallen face tells me my prayers
are wasted and drawn from lies.
The first with love for the Great Deceiver tells me my prayers
could be turned to ways of theft and deceit.
I say no. Leave me or listen. You have the choice.
Listen.
God gives me compassion I say. I can only wish you find the
path that leads to God and frees you from this demon flesh.
God gives me compassion I say. I can only wish you find the
path that leads to God and frees you from this demon flesh.
God gives me compassion I say. I can only wish you find the
path that leads to God and frees you from this demon flesh.
Love, I say. When is it not enough? We must Love.
God does not waste his love, he maintains and holds strong for
any who come to him, who contemplate upon the Sacrifice.
God does not waste his love, he maintains and holds strong for
any who come to him, who contemplate upon the Sacrifice.
God does not waste his love, he maintains and holds strong for
any who come to him, who contemplate upon the Sacrifice.
God does not waste his love, he maintains and holds strong for
any who come to him, who pray and meditate upon the Sacrifice.
Choice. We are given Love.
Evil dances across the land and the fallen worship hatred,
here stand the enemy and the will to love is yet even stronger
Evil dances across the land and the fallen worship hatred,
here stand the enemy and the will to love is yet even stronger.
Evil dances across the land and the fallen worship hatred,
here stand the enemy and the will to love is yet even stronger.
Evil dances across the land and the fallen worship hatred,
here stand the enemy and the will to love is yet even stronger.
I know who lies.
I know who lies. What names you choose is up to you.
I know who lies. Our dharma is our choice we build upon.
I know who lies. All that is solid melts. I pray my eternal soul
melts and flows endlessly flowing in and out of Life’s plan.
I know who lies.
They dream on in phantasms of a dirt soul and only of ends,
never the continuation of action and reaction.
They dream on in phantasms of a dirt soul and only of ends,
never the continuation of action and reaction.
They dream on in phantasms of a dirt soul and only of ends,
never the continuation of action and reaction.
In all our oceans and the streams that feed them life changes
and adapts, many die, as will we.
In all our oceans and the streams that feed them life changes
and adapts, many die, as will we.
In all our oceans and the streams that feed them life changes
and adapts, many die, as will we.
I see the finite and hear their shallow heartbeats, thinking sin
and salvation does not apply to them.
I see the finite and hear their shallow heartbeats, thinking sin
and salvation does not apply to them.
I see the finite and hear their shallow heartbeats, thinking sin
and salvation does not apply to them.
It does.
It does matter.
It does matter for all we do is wrapped in cause and effect.
It does matter for all we do is wrapped in cause and effect.
It does matter for all we do is wrapped in cause and effect.
It does matter for all we do is wrapped in cause and effect.
You worship deception and a larceny of faith.
You worship deception and a larceny of faith.
You worship deception and a larceny of faith.
You worship deception and a larceny of faith.
Thinking it a win to deceive those who offer trust, all you do
is dig deeper into coal mountains, death your lover.
Thinking it a win to deceive those who offer trust, all you do
is dig deeper into coal mountains, death your lover.
Thinking it a win to deceive those who offer trust, all you do
is dig deeper into coal mountains, death your lover.
I know. I must repeat. I must chant.
I know it is easy to say anything at all and not believe a word.
I know it is easy to say anything at all and not believe a word.
I know it is easy to say anything at all and not believe a word.
I know you. I repeat because I see you.
I was you. I destroyed that “I”.
Even as I pray and meditate you think new ways of harm.
Even as I pray and meditate you think new ways of harm .
Even as I pray and meditate you think new ways of harm.
I know your lies. They are known. Leave me dark spirits.
Many paths. One God. Shut up you gossips and fools!
I sleep upon the floor where I console and sing, feeling your
song vibrate through me, I love you my friends, I love God who
makes it possible I love my friends and family.
I sleep upon the floor where I console and sing, feeling your
song vibrate through me, I love you my friends, I love God who
makes it possible I love my friends and family.
I sleep upon the floor where I console and sing, feeling your
song vibrate through me, I love you my friends, I love God who
makes it possible I love my friends and family.
Holiness shimmers through each ringing bowl as I stretch my aging flesh across these thick, slow barley and bamboo mats.
Holiness shimmers through each ringing bowl as I stretch my
aging flesh across these thick, slow barley and bamboo mats.
Holiness shimmers through each ringing bowl as I stretch my
aging flesh across these thick, slow barley and bamboo mats.
I could say, to the glory of God and most of my Loves turn and run
I say please stay it is my life that Loves I cannot help it, this Compassion
I Love, I beg, in your own wisdom understand as I try to do so in return.
(Above Demon Lake) Milarepa Found 3 Demons Easy to Confuse
After reading the songs of Milarepa when he entered his cave above Demon Lake, a famous lake in North India where it is believed an octopus like demon lives. Thing is that the area is amazingly beautiful and the evil from west of there has not yet destroyed the life of this mountain region, where Pakistan cannot earthquakes try, so the Hundred Thousand Songs of Milarepa continue. Here there were three demons waiting in his meditation and sleeping cave to taunt him and to convince him they were minor angels here to bring him news of God. Milarepa saw the grinning death, as our Southern Blues sees that devil smile grinning into hell, so did he, so he sang them songs to mesmerize them and seduce them into a state of wonder. He was then able to disperse of them, as we should of those around us in whom we see thievery, deception, slothful slinking taking of what is you and these are marks of minor Deceptors. Stare down the shrouds that hide their nature and you will see, and then what? Sing. Charm. Seduce and lead them down into your own “demon lake” and as far away as possible before they suck away every touch of love, peace, in your soul.
The 3 Branches of Government Burning
The 3 Branches of Government Burning
the title says it all. I was meditating and all of a sudden an image of the three branches of government being destroyed crossed across my eyes, a screaming in my ears, the sense of fear when all the hairs on your are are standing up, and the 25th Amendment revealed. What can I say? Do I want to see him removed or swinging from old hickory strung up like treasonous officials once were, and in China you get have the bullet sent to you but you must also buy the bullet, so it would be a nice adornment for the bride of Frankenstein or Groper In Chief and his puppy Paul false Catholic Ryan as The Smirk, as I prefer.
The Sound of 3 Branches of Government Burning Down, All Cowards Inside – 5:17:17, 9.20 AM by H Lamar Thomas is licensed under a Creative Commons License.
Had She Seen His Eyes Would Yesterday….
I have this thing that life is not always a flow, that there is dissonance and rogue waves taking us in directions never expected, never seen, so that’s the poem, the notes I wanted to flash a wand into words yet I couldn’t, the lines are all changing, and I think my life has become a parable . . . I don’t want it to.
To Say God is Love Is All There Is: We destroy his gift of this earth we destroy ourselves, so share love, share God. God is Love and when we Love we Share God: Perhaps I should say “What Is:
To Say God is Love Is All There Is: We destroy his gift of this earth we destroy ourselves, so share love, share God. God is Love and when we Love we Share God: Perhaps I should say “What Is:
I kinda think the title says it all. To Love is to Express God. To Express
God is to Love. There is nothing hidden here. The poetry is the final Steinway play during the last three minutes. Some of these are extremely difficult to play though they may sound similar to other of my work, I guess you could say that in this particular format it is a style. It is my way of prayer, to communicate and to be with the real presence of God. Thank you angry, judgemental Catholics for thinking this is musical heresy, I appreciate the misunderstanding as I have appreciated similar throughout my life. You make my skin thicker and my soul more open to love. I dedicate this to Aaron Julian Wegelin and Liz Kerlin.
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