Moment of a Million Messiahs

Until we all become of
one mind, one heart,
There can be no messiah.
Selective religions must
 all expire.

Churches, synagogues and mosques
are but monuments to
Mammon’s negation,
mental emotional crutches
for collective spiritual
 separation.

If computers are tools
to marry our minds
Then love is the
system which physically
soulfully binds.

For without the why?
the how will surely die.
We must break through
time and space making the
moment a place
for a million messiahs
to shine with one
face.

 

 

Vali (a memoria)

Parsed on thru my surprised night
fierce wild fox lady builds her burrow
from bones of poets and hearts of innocence
deep cliffed in the vulva of the mountains of milk
flowing down to the sea where calm stars shine
iin empathy with moonhare reflection.

Men creatures touched by sacred monster
blessed by first water
Moth wings seared by sweet deep gin lit night
She whispers thru dense snowfall and unseen gullscreams
”Addresses are not home to dreams”
”Harbours are but ports of call for the storm driven.”
And I another marred marrow condemned
to the quest “for the stations farther out”
              (for the fugitive kind must follow their kind)

From Ahabs wail to ismails tale
Dove too deep for fragile oyster shell
beyond divers reach into night sky
Shot pearl commet free
A selfish thrown stone breaks still lake
sinks to mirky muddy bottom
Visionary ripples reach ignorant shores forgotten.

She gone with godless permission
As birthing octopii dissolve thru
deep sea neon rainbows to
white liquid glass insanded

Volcanic tigerlilly lady cast cosmic spores
death denied entrance into Vals' halls
A Luv beyond reason beyond wisdom
With all times whips and chains
A cherished moment forever
The sweetest opium dream

copyright 2007

Amsterdam, April 2007
Photo by Marco Bakker
www.mophotos.nl

Robert Yarra, Poet John Sinclair & Herbie Kearney Amsterdam, April 2007
Photo by Marco Bakker www.mophotos.nl