I am….

A sex starved mystic, whore
and spirituality of One.

I am the Tao.

I am the Source
Of everything from
The center of the Milky Way to
My here and Now.

Sexual energies ebb
and flow, I am worker
of Energies, working  for
my prosperity 

and a more sexual, spiritually fulfilling


For my humility and

so this shall be.

Good Patriots

Good Patriots gunnin’ down civilians,
Civilians run for cover, cowards unarmed wondering how
they became the Enemy….

….gun shots as people hide in closets too small to hide,
shots through the door and
people die….

Shooter with your AR-15 who are you shootin’ at?

The ducks are on Lake_Trumpitouie waiting for your campfire.

Why you shootin’ these people,
If you hate us that much become a Vogon and leave planet earth.

Martial Music

(First published on the Stone Temple blog, 12.22.2016)

I hear the music,
it gets lauder everyday….

In my dreams,
In the beginning,
I was chased, beaten and
always in fear.

Afraid of the Dark….

The day I awakened
was after my father killed me,
throwing me off a plane
ten thousand feet high….

(Thank you Dad!)

Then my fears ran from my cruelty and
enemies cowarded before me.

I was a supreme despot
and sorcerer,
I laid waste to all the world….
….until I came upon that
black, damned Fortress in the Darkness.

To better know Myself
in kindness and mindfulness,
I laid down my arms
and shed my robes.

And became
a train reck,
a chaotic dream world
in grays.

But the music plays,
boots echols
off buildings
from marching soldiers.

I find myself
druming my fingers,
tapping my feet,

Hearin’ the call to



sex gone down hill.

it’s not enough to be an atheist or
Christian when I disagree with it’s history:

its knowing my dreams and the spirits I’ve seen,
the questions still remains,

the ‘how’ and ‘why’ of creation,
‘is there life out there?’
‘I’m the only one in existence?’
and if so, there won’t be any
cross species mating rituals.

humankind: most boring sex object in the Universes.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!

A tree of shadows

only shadows streamed through my window.

There was once a
dead tree,
overgrown with
worry and bitterness,
it’s blackened gnarled branches blocking the light.

I tried cutting it down with the sharpest axe but it would not fall.

I tried pesticides and a tow truck but the tree grew and grew.

One day,
coming in from the fields,
I found the tree gone

But upon entering my room,
the tree was still there.
I sat on my bed….

The sun shines through,
but I wonder if the tree was ever there….