To my faithful
Live according to the value of your own wisdom and
your life increases in value. The gifts/insights you attract will bear
To be present to one's own truth is the greatest accelerator
Hate is love without the bridge of affection. Hate
is love confused, angry and blocked. Hate belongs to the same love which
Music is the father of the universe. Its mother is
The world that you imagine, is the world that you inherit.
Sometimes the best days start off feeling like the
Almost all 'addiction' has its roots in self pity which
itself is rooted in the lack of self-forgiveness. Forgive yourself and
move on, it was an experience, a point of observation, not a judgement.
To integrate one's dark shadow is a part of the privilege of human existence.
Sometimes one has to die in order to save one's own
The more racist and sexist a man is, is usually a reflection
of how lazy his mind is
Cultures founded on racism are inherently blind in
one eye like a one eyed jack wondering where half of his kingdom has
gone and why he always seems understaffed. Even in the poorest ghettos
of the world there are stars and a good society looks for them, educates
them and puts them to work for culture.
Maestro Harry Belafonte is one of the most under rated
giants of the last century. As an actor he was vivid and alive, as a
performer thrilling and electrifying, as a personality magnetic and
charismatic and as a singer impeccable, who could swing and phrase with
the absolute best and was a pivotal influence on no less a figure than
Sam Cooke! Most importantly his dignity revealed his blood's true nobility.
Dogma requires permission. Inspiration not, just heavy
Short poem number 6:
My soul is the sea
Drown with me..
The fewer species around on the planet to help humans
absorb solar radiation, the more it falls on humans to absorb the burden
alone. As we were not created to shoulder this burden alone, diseases
increase, the mental levels (relative to the absorption of solar rays)
become destabilized and even the economy of the world becomes more stressed.
We seem to have little idea how important are the other creatures in
Gods dream to our overall well being and the planet's sanity as a whole.
One man's psychosis is another man's deeper understanding.
One man's disciples are another man's entourage.
Grace, if it is real can never be compromised. To compromise
it is to lose it.
Even a winos life is worth the best wine he can find.
To toast the gift of life with the best, giving one's tears the highest
springboard from which to fall and splatter the gutter even as it washes
If your work ethic does not match your ambition, you'll
live frustrated and angry with yourself and full of blame for others.
You can attain what you dream, as long as you are willing to provide
There is no easy way in or out for those who wish to
grab lightning and shape it to their own ends. One must be willing to
persevere through the obstacles which produces the friction which creates
lightning. The work itself strengthens the vessel to contain it. This
was the secret of Prometheus. Once it became clear to him that the Gods
would continue to find cause to refuse him his thunderbolts, the journey
began to produce his own. And what he shared thereafter was all the
more precious and electrifying because he birthed it himself. (with
additional secret help from his old friends the 'Phempmops')
Who suffers more uncertainty than the growing pearl?
Who can only dream of light before she ever sees it. Even as she wonders
"and how will I ever get out of this jam?"
Demons take the shape they need to in order to convince
your mind that they are more real than you. When in doubt, just give
them the middle finger, it works like a charm.
The hardest thing to outrun is our own stupidity.
Breathing allergies betray that what we are most allergic
to is our own fear. It also points to the extent to which as children
we were expected to swallow too much of our own pride.
I've often done things that I didn't understand but
I've never done anything that I didn't mean.
When love is love, blood is blood
Down syndrome children are angels and to know one is
to know the truth of our own essence, its purity its nobility and its
innocence and to abuse one is to risk the wrath of God for life time's
It is destructive to the psyche to have to live a lie.
The constant harassment and whippings I receive almost
daily via the ethers and other channels from those who noisily believe
that the gift loaned to me by my spirit should be theirs to control
(how mindless a thought!) are pointless. Because: a) I was taught by
the dream teachers how to convert the energy towards my soul's aim and
b) to whip a dog is to convince him to stop, but to whip a horse is
to convince him to go and go faster and in this case a horse I am. These
are the type of people always looking to pad their own nests with other
people's feathers. Little do they seem to understand the karmic law
of throwing caca at those engaged in the meditation of following
the will of their spirit. At some point and backed by a healthy wind
the crap has to return back to them, hitting them squarely in the face
whereby they must then chew on it as their daily bread and for quite
The lives of Bach, Mozart and Beethoven were each continuations
of the work of the others. Imagine that the God of Music was writing
a story and in the course of completing the narrative used three pens
as naturally at some point a pen runs out of ink and another pen is
picked up and the story resumed. Such was the case with these holy three,
each a different pen used by the same story teller to retranslate the
truth of the rock of ages.
Who is she
That runs after my heart
Even down to its darkest hole
Searching for a beauty mark
Within a dampened cave
Where I am hiding like a mole
Waiting for the waves to break
Onto the love I've saved
While fielding spear heads,
Hassle for its own sake,
And narrowed eyes
Aimed at me like slits
I kept my head down
And burrowed in
While kissing fabled clits
Thank you to all of you for your spirited encouragement,
It is very very much appreciated!
These writings are dedicated to the memory of two great
geniuses of American Theatre: Ossie Davis and Arthur Miller
ALL PRAISES BE TO THE NAME OF YOUR GODS AND ANCESTORS!