Policies the C.I.A. put an end to Arbenz
then the continuing of political and covert immigration of might
makes right Reagan Rios and the ruling classes
history of the war on the poor
massacre of the Mayans up against the wall of summary executions
genocidaires genocide and the movement to el otro lado

Colossus and the crossing North
statutes of Executive orders for the work of “National Interests”
for U.S. there are no borders
but for her
she crosses over our policies into an Executive’s Suite
embedded in Trump’s Bedminster Flagship Golf Course she made his bed
washed his clothes
now with lines of her own she’s the minister of immigration justice

Fire inspired fungi
on the trunk of a cedar burned
but not ash
and the trail takes us higher

Intuitively zooming this mushrooming
tattooing of a high mountain tree
roots
for the climbing mind to branch into
a better being

There are two sides to the same experience
and they are in…separable
one in front of you one in back of you
and the
present
neither one is all there is to you

Couples creation and the making of wo…man
a becoming from invisible to visible to indivisible
life performs in light and the afterlife back lights
the moving meaning
of the evolving living leaving
giving back ground to what comes round
the conductivity connecting
you

Imagination
Painted Ladies make that
migration
made passing through the cocoon living through anewed
consciousness
takes flight nectar of life is knowing our life
wills
a light

Moth in the night butterflies day flowers delight
if we bloom we bring beauty through
even the tiniest crack in materialist facts
a quantum fluttering fuel to continue influencing

Traveling south full of warmth this son
looking up to rise
coming down the I California five
hands on the wheel willing to work
waiting on tables cleaning and clearly
is seen by someone from Simi
who saw him and said the future’s ahead

became friends searching acting dreaming
insight
winding if rising like a spiral in flight
this might of your thoughts flies by why with such light
delights on a limb
branching on in the fellow hymns

Serendipitous is a trip in us
a synchronicity that lives in us
a special gift that gives to us
a lift that arrives as a grace to decide

A place to go a scene to see
a place…meant for us to perceive
the greater design a re-find-meant
to remember why we wander into
wonderment
an arrangement with a vibratory intent
sent
from a become one for a sense

From the first breath from your first look up
from your first steps every turn those twists
the churning tears the rising switchbacks the stirring mountain highs
the valleys lived the streams of consciousness
the shoring up the rivers down the riding waves of rapids dreams
the timbre of the voices heard and the echoes reassure

the howl
of canyon creeks thoughts received ford relief
in the always there the inner metaphysics
the arc in the texture of the crossing beams
the other day the other way the other side

He took up the guitar to be around his violin
the strings of things that tie
he improved and he could sing and they began to play
a couple and then a bass
a trio then a band and a violin that couldn’t sing
so another bow figured in then a mandolin
drums a banjo and so it goes
then some bars then some clubs

and what began as a couple became a group
and the first violin took a seat
at rehearsals loosening the tie was the wait
the listening turned to thinking what had begun
to bring the fingers closer to the rings on their hands
in bands of peace and love

Cedar her goat was part of her
Fair
re…membering what part of U.S. was created fair
reminds us her fair goat may not be the
G.reatest O.f A.ll T.ime
but it was her
goat

American exceptionalism as you’re seeing is for
elites
no exception given to this little girl’s feats
raising little goat feet

She seeking a little retreat from a 4H agreement
for these goat feet to be auctioned for meat
was met by police with a warrant to breach
with breaching equipment if need be for breaking a minor’s contract
contacts the deceit to teach the breadth of power
to take a breath

The old saw plays today in an unusual way
how Coolidge is it “The business of America is business”
Trump tells this Saudi tale first oiled by FDR
that our relationship floats over amendments
to now serve our armaments
industries not of Rights but Bills with interest
for global destabilization and control

Who
who
from under a Kingdom we came kingdoms come with killing
from the Tower of London to current powers
kingdoms some come to change their names not ways
they

Panacea for a Pandemic
SARS too SARS COV-2
bats man and eating animals
the virus of us blood letting from a wet market
seen

A consciousness shot heard round the new global reality
begins to see Chardin’s “Noosphere”
not the man made Anthropocene but a means to an
interconnected one
not just to one species but one with all thee’s
birds bees the tallest trees streams the living truth
the heard immunity
“Thou shalt not kill”


He was in a countdown to leaving…
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1… and
the door opens
and she says…
zero

Don’t know if she fixed his back problems
but it raised in him that thoughts
pass through physical barriers
with a timing so uncanny that it may be
that he can believe
and leave back problems accountable to him
in the past

Congress…men had all of Capital Hill
built on the backs of slaves
then railroad men banking men back room men
war, …men
land and seize countries here and overseas and then…

Along came A.O.C.
Congress…woman with standing on Capitol Hill of men
not ready for their long overdue comeupends
on the steps before the chambers
a representative with friend of his
unload their rude insulting language
with an assuming impunity of so long standing

Heard the Rattlesnakes last evening full of life
coiled fates entangled states
heard the rattlesnakes that lasting sound you don’t forget
if you don’t listen it’s that sound that bites

Driving home that night the rocky peaks
the sun about to set
in the road up ahead I said
rattlesnake
the brakes were dead the steering wheeled
the spin I took
I looked around

Calabasas what does it tell us
foggy morning helicopter parent on his way to coach
driven parents’ children
crashed in the Santa Monica Mountains
harmonicas in harmony
to
sadness

One of nine was a man of fame and following
an overflowing streaming
of memories memorabilia ability and memorials
adulations and idolatry
the hall the call of fame but what of the dam
the watershed the tears of her the fears of his
the fall from grace the rape case at stake life in prison
Kobe for sexual assault and false imprisonment
rape is not adultery

Comet
picture us in a wisp of reality
traveling through a cosmic trip
bubbling life bursting through atmospheres
spheres of influence
expanding through our consciousness
let there be light so in the dark
night

backdrops lift us up towards a higher peek
seek that which that stirs
what makes you into a silhouette
a cast surrounded by ups and downs
that coming around

Our wet markets (if not our bio-weapons labs) our abuse of animals
create a need for vaccines
zoonotic diseases creep as we eat and are asleep at the wheel
driving on industrial diets we arrive in a crash course
of IOU in the ICU
we are what we eat full of deceit
for all but we

Sars-Cov-1 should have done the trick now comes the treatment
for Sars-Cov-2 many many more
a big pharmacological dreamscape vaccines for ever more more

Natural
herd immunity is no protection
for anti-mandate vaxxers or buffalo that once roamed
for the cattleization has become our nation
herded into lines to be shot

stampedes into the news
cows escape from Manning Beef
a slaughter house is not a home
on any range
home home … to escape forty cattle make a run
an open gate…way on Pico Rivera to get a peek
into industrial rendering
of the meek

Tribu…taries we
driftwood from the sea
we walk the shore of
evermore
to see

Ashore the gale force winds
the storm the sails the waves
the frequency of winding trails bring us
to aware

Backpack on the hill…sides all around him
views the steep climbs down and up
through this life the hike continues
the vision here improves our insights
the walking stick figures that heard
his hymn

Sing in the wind tumbleweeds and we
relatives of the same scene
knowingly carry on the further see
gathering above this home
sun

A broken nation bent at its flow
drips towards collapse
at the precipice that drops U.S.
into such a ludicrous stage where our penned principles
are written off for a false flag
operation Ukraine

A bow down to NATO and an U.S. unjust
bidding a Biden fabrication a manipulation
calling out the stars and stripes
trumpeting an imprisonment for a mining of our minds
carrying out a Cold War consequence
tunneling a channeling tuned to the few
a medical military industrial psychological complex

A see eye eh just say yay
from the Trail of Tears to tearing the fabric from the flag
waves over Native lands to Vietnam Afghanistan
this moving scene now moves toward World War Three