The Book, Introduction, Prolegomena, Dedication and Foreward


Preface, temporary -
Essayene , an inspired scriptum in the form of scriptorim, whereby 300 pages is somehow compressed into 74.
Replete with with wisdoms, synchronicities, complexities, musicalities,
higher purpose, destiny, alternate destinies, anomalies, paradox, and a sense of the historical
present. Further enhanced by an array of psychologa, transcendentals, zensations and contextual
overviews, it becomes a must read for those who live and think outside the box.



Recalling the excursus
Lies were told, names were changed
Banquets were planned, Galas were authorized

Be advised, for better or worse
The rules are such
If for once to expose the underpinnings
To examine the subjective
All seats have been taken, all experiments are on hold
All expectations have been dispelled
After five,
Motives will elevate, egos will receed
Opinions will no longer matter,
All requirements will be dropped
Visions will be sent
Be that as it may, no negotiations are needed
All chronologies have been met
All reputations have been erased
After seven , each may encounter the flip side    
Places may be traded, names may again change    
Dinner will be delayed

Given the facts,
Taken to its proper extreme
All anomalies have been gathered
All discussions have been pacified
Let the record show, upon further review
All proofs have been exchanged
All riddles have been solved

After nine, nothing will matter  
Alms may be offered, shame will turn to joy
Dinner will be delayed
Lemons will now be served   



Great Pleasures awaits those who follow the path of the Earthstar,
who adhere to the laws of nature, to the real self,
who abide in the house of the harmonic mindwave
- the Lunar Buddha -

The wonders of being Jewish are highlighted by an awareness of the oceanic,
self, including a plethora of sui generis miracles. Shabbatza. Guided by the
messianic ideal, the buddhist convert assumes an attitude characterized by
a personalized passion for simple truth blended with a fascination with the sacred
nature of existence. Thus cleansed of a now external confusion, the self feels no
need to evangelize or proselytize. Halleluiah.

As the celebration of Candlemass nears, the more intellectually inclined initiate
and plan for the upcoming festivities. Being Jewish and therefore intrinsically drawn
to the aesthetic, scientific insight and revelation form an avenue for
personal and interpersonal transfiguration. Yogacara. Darshana. Shakuna Tantra.

The most religious perspective tells us of a divine energy or spark inherent in
all humans; of a natural propensity for discovery of underlying truth, for an
understanding of the Creator, the master builder of the cosmic scheme. Battacharyya.

Just as Jewish holy water runs from the springs of Hadassa, all things may flourish
in their diversity and inequality. Outside the subjective circumference of comprehension,
the naysayers gather and murmur among themselves, absorbed into doubt and
contempt for that which is filled with virtue and virtuosity, for that which feeds
and refuels the depths of the higher self. Bhavana.

Music tells us of an affinity with of the grace and powe rof the Celestial,
the Macrocosmic, punctuated by a fascination with the infinite and accompanied by a
sense of abiding gratitude; thereby energized by and canonized forever in clusters of
glimmering gematria and encomnia. Song, Starlight, Shibboleth.


Table for One

Striding adroitly through the garbled air
Never more dapper or debonair
Drawing the attentions of the curious  
One impulse shy of normalcy

Again without accompaniment, as his own escort
Too honest, too eccentric to play the dating games
Oblivious to the stares and murmurs of the fickle crowd
Destined for another date with disaster

Onward into the din of the chattering herd
Aloof, detached, distinguished
Keeping a safe distance from himself
No time for amenities, no chance of flirtations or temptations
No corsage to assuage the embittered interiors

Wiser in resolve, from vows taken to never again feel
Impervious to the possibility of romance
Undaunted and indifferent,
Masterfully hiding the damage within
Knowing too well the ravages of love gone bad
Never again to experience the horrors of rejection

How many in your party, sir?
One, just one........
Very well, sir. This way..........
Table, table for one..........



Exhaling the zeitgeist, in precepts and potentials, reason attains euphoria
as every third hypothesis is given credence. Affirmed in whisper, touching all bases,
awareness alters its trajectory, giving thanks in march, foretelling the arrival of an new
iconography. Equidistant to its ethereal counterpart, explained in the wake of the Amsterdam
experiment, moving from cuneiform to cadenza, from hieroglyph to hologram, introspection
recenters, revealing the true influence of the highbrow emotions and filling negative space
with the hearth of the Tao.

Again and always on the metaphysical prowl, lurking between possibility and probability,
watching a parade of anonymous faces, anticipating anomalies in the flow of events,
answering questions before they're asked, including for one moment all that was
supposed to happen. Apropos to the flow of momentum, buttressed by an hour's worth
of human nature, synchronicity crosses into phase transition, endearing love to
science, elevating the expanded self to boddhichitta while fulfilling the need to
be understood.

Three days into the fast, scents rise from the exotic undergrowth, premonitions
begin, as water in all forms becomes the primary magnet. Intrinsic to its
academic hue, carried to fruition amdist a carousel of subconscious orchestrations,
balanced on an array of proprioceptive truths, music assumes the role of
tathagata, aligning the astral and the autumnal, accruing a rare wisdom, and
extolling the merits of a more lucid edification.

Liberated from the malaise of the commonplace, objectified in contralto
and chorus, truth separates from reality, dispersing with a maze
of discordance and uniting activity with tranquility. Counter-balanced on an
array of intangibles, drawing power from random occurrence, divided
by all that never happened, meaning triumphs value as numbers turn to
colors, mimicking the mirthful ambiance of Calcutta, best expresses in the
joyful sights and sounds of Diwali.

Starboard to renaissance, behooved by random auspicions, boyant by the weight
of a metallic anthem, tradition implodes, releasing a shower of coefficients and
leaving a trail of recondite paradigms. Earmarked for concrescence, followed again
by the universal sign for paradox, owing again to the cacao motive, consciousness
expands and illuminates, wrapping destiny around free will, increasing its salience,
propinquity, and serendipity while sowing the seeds of an american edda.



A new standard of Excellence
Be Transformed. Know him......

Now and then, by sheer fate or chance, one as marvelous and gifted as He comes along.
Those with a taste for the exotic, for the spectacular will notice, take interest, and invite him
inside. They are the lucky ones.......

Informally: He is BlackTie, aka Romeo III, Progenitor of the Male Mystique. Essentially musical,
he exists for the enlightenment and pleasure of the more or most selective and epicurian.
Being remarkably different from the mediocrity surrounding, he is aware of alternatives,
i.e. possibilities, aka door number three and of course always open to the ideas of others.
Perfection has found its rightful owner. Desire him. Dream. Sing to him.

Known by a sense of humor that sometimes goes overboard, but he needs it to be himself.
Curious, deep, sensual and cerebral, independent yet interactive, daring yet polite, Scorpio,
minus the possessiveness, at times impatient, childlike, precise, aloof, given to the mystical,
the musical and the magical, with a need for solitude that annoys almost all he knows......

Preferences:  Elegance, eloquence, spontaneity, depth. Anything that reminds us of the Night.
Aversions: Deception, egomania, arrogance, ignorance, hatred for him and everything he takes
interest in or rightly values.

In his first movie, the scene shifts to a remote beach where a solitary figure walks
alone in the night. What does he think, what images, impressions and visions parade through
his mind? What isit about him that distinguishes him so. What does he know?

The next scene fades to the interiors of an otherwise inconspicuous house on the edge of
the city. We find ourselves inside and soon notice the scent of blending vanilla and cinnamon.
Our ears hear Sitaar music coming from one of the back rooms. No one is here. Scanning,
we see a collection of plants, reading material and a coven of well-behaved cats. There is the
distinct feeling of something unusual, magical, even supernatural here and though uninvited,
we feel both energized and tranquilized. We do not want to leave. Our curiosity has been
piqued, we want to know more..........“



A. Stormsinger

Known as Shadowstar to the Ossions
As Hellfower to the Plaeides
His nature held within his afterimage

Because of a proximity to paradox
The star filled heavens become more familiar
Around him, melodies cavort and reform
Below, moonflowers sprout at his feetr

Amidst the cacaphony, one voices rises
To merge and harmonize with the oncoming storm
Extolling the dionysian virtues
Signifying the culmination of epiphanies

B. Almanac

Under the spell of the vermillion moon
Hovering above a cadre of edicts
Reflecting the ebb and tide of history

Manifesting out of order,
Leaving no record, no trail of chronology
An era lost within a century
x Capturing and Symbolizing the crux of a new zeitgeist

On the stage, centered around a bluish levitating altar
Three reenact the magic of xanadu
Replaying in countertime, all the camera eye hears and sees
Expressing the hopes and dreams of a whole subculture

C. Thunderseed

Thunderseed has awakened, for the good of all
Born of Jewish and Buddhist paths
His emerald hue is unmistakable

Like almost all other Avatars, He will be be ignored
More inconspicuous than thought possible
Others will know him as Estarius, Ravenlord, Dominoxos

He is in essence, like the Heyoka
He will not be available for slander or denigration
The night makes its first calling
An Altar appears, Thunderseed has arrived



The tall, elegant black woman is a thing of wonder, an object of affection,
admiration, and appreciation via adoration. She is to be honored and
celebrated on a daily basis. There is nothing like her in all of nature.
Magic emanates from her hands, her movements, her thoughts. She
has no equal. She is pure Deva, unsullied by the clamor and corruption
of an out of control, mass media conditioned, wayward society.

The tall, elegant, brazenly mature black woman is a marvel, a
testimonial to the beauty and power of self actualization, to a
sense of individuality and purpose. She is Deva Extraordinaire,
goddess, beacon of excellence in a world best suited for mediocrity.

Watch her hands, her expressions, listen to her words, witness the
graceful coordination of her compelling and fluid walk. Follow her ideas,
endow her with the proper respect, provide for her dreams and elevate
her to throne, for she is but an illusion, the projection of a much shorter,
equally cerebral and statuesque black woman who is on her way to
visit her anglo lover. Right turn ahead............


Starflowers II

Led gracefully to aquadream, on the trail of a new ephemeris
There to witness and adore the azure petals of the incarnate starflowers

To glow in the dark as one of their own
Amidst the earthen motif and stellar gardenchords
Supernature works her unannounced miracles
All receive, all praise. The garden has reached bloom

By wand and trance, uniting the celestial and the organic
Decorated with skydrops, guiding our best intuitions
Into the wonderland of the exotic flora
Born in silence, in solitude, in understanding of the whole
Under the eerie myst of the midnight octaves
The call was given, the flowers signaled the stars

Symbolizing in their earthen beauty and brilliance,
As humanity's one remote cache of secret, sacred knowledge
Uniting the ethereal with the real, as the ambivalent, hallowed link
between the earth and the stars.
Filtering from an ancient future,
Forgiven to an astronomized estarius
Complicated by a levitating, mettalic montage of spiritual passions
They grow in silence, unobserved, into and from cone, lattice,
spiral and web



Roaming the octaves,
Balanced on superlatives, exponentials
Happiest when thinking
Hellflower, antecedent of Philomath, permutation of Estarius

Reflecting forward,
Sunset to sunset,
Surrounded by visions
Ravenlord, coefficient of Medallion, matriculant to Stratavarius

Ripe for rebellion
Foregoing the conventional
Off at the next illusion,
Stormsinger, projection of Transaurius, consiglori to ZenRaven



Amidst and above the, a rumor of love, we reconsider..........
Who knows what fate hold for us. Lest we not betray destiny.
The stars tonight will tell us - they know more.

Guided by an elevated passion,
If to find the other, the one who maketh me complete.
In the vision, the reality was You,
You who have sought what only Beauty can give -
Who now request to be at one with yourself.

To the chapel........

I take your hand, no rings, no words
We simply soak in IT
Apart and together,
Touching and never touching
Ordained by the empyrean timeless
For the consecration of that which
is in within you, now within me
Within us, to sanctify a union
occurring naturally, as if already there
That no malice can taint or tarnish
Nor run asunder
Two life forces, two minds
Wanting nothing nor
expecting anything from the other.
Both touched and transformed
by a magical and glorious presence
Radiant in their knowledge
of the Source, of the infinite and divine
Blessed be this union
Blessed be his Hallowed Name.

Romeo on the Balcony

A. Lecturn

Lest she who adores him the most not be overlooked on this night, as Romeo,
lover of truth, beauty, wisdom, and all things magical and musical approaches
the lecturn. How many have disqualified themselves from a night with the anointed
one. How many have come from how far just to witness in person his inspired
excellency. Twilight, He arrives...........

Lest we save one moment for impossibilty, for the exceptional to be noticed,
chronicled and given their just fill of insatiate cerebral and sensual pleasures....
Thereuopon, as it is written,  one amongst us would emerge as the pinnacle, the beacon,
the final proof of Perfection in human form........

How many will falter, how many are or will be worthy of his stellar presence,
his magic, his charm and charisma, his understanding of the inner and outer worlds.
Come forth, and be counted. ............

" That I am here is proof that the world is good.  I am here to engage, enlighten,
empower and inspire.  May those among you who are most curious, adoring and
worthy have the opportunity to spend a few thrilling hours with the one they call
Romeo, the living embodiment of the eternal romeo. Come forth, let the pleasure -
fest, the giggling competition begin. Celebrate together the art of lovescience.

B. Romeo Backstage

Away from the hustle and bustle of an after performance audience, his mind wanders to
the intrapersonal, the ethereal, the mystical, the incomprehensible. He exists to bring out
the best in, to activate the spiritual center via physical and spiritual rapture, to inspire others
to their very best. The horizons are many...........

After yet another performance, the bespangled  virtuoso offers/ shares
a few of his most privy thoughts.  He speaks, Be my consort, my valentine
for a moment or a day. May the weeks turn into hours. Through me, many wonders
are attainable. Tease and tempt, then listen. And yet, A special parting gift awaits those
who reject his majesty, i.e the divinity within. For those so worthy, may you someday
see me as a part of you via your own transformations. Behold the wonder, the unity
hidden from our eyes. Expand your horizons. Live the dream. Take from me what you need "

Perceived correctly, he speaks for the misfits, the outcasts, the dreamers
Existing, manifesting, projecting as hexagram and hologram of the future consort of
the alluring and sagacious Ravenflower, he takes a break from the chaos and confusion
of the concert tour. We await his next utterance, epiphany, phantasm..........

As the counterbalance, the living antithesis to all mister wrongs, romeo is neither possessive
nor manipulative, as he engages and entertains the parade of vixens that will soon promenade
through his elaborate dungeon, Wearing the code of cauldrons, he salutes the crowd with well
wishings, bounteous and beneficent.

C. Romeo the Philosopher

Peering into the wild night, into the skies on the south balcony, the inspired
and often insightful romeo sees far into the cosmic wherewithall. Make no mistake,
He is like no other. Living by the rules of aesthetics, he projects a tranquil energy, bearing
a contagious enthusiasm, optimism and inspiration. Moonflowers bloom below him.
He is not for all.  

Because of music, he understands the primary reality, the often inscrutable ways of higher
purpose, the ever present and omnipresent grand potentate, the paradox of the world we
live in. Blessed with an awareness of all things relevant and possible, he peers further into
the mystagogic, into the infinity alive and present in the awesome spectacle of the spellbinding
night sky above. His thoughts turn to ...........yin yang, darshana, esoterica in the key of mythos,
eros, logos.

D. Scorpio, in the role of Romeo

Emerging from the lush green undergrowth, the immaterial and clairvoyant romeo,
now enhanced by the charms of Scorpio, becomes visible and knowable. As eccentric and
aristocrat, he exudes precision, erudite emotion, depth, variance. Luminosities define him.

By chance divine, by love's evanesant sign, the silhouette of one charismatic figure
emerges from the enchanted stargarden to either address the waiting throngs or a modest
gathering of curious fans, to hear yet another cluster of  insights and proverbs otherwise
never heard, aphorisms in the vein of Emerson at his best. Be advised, he exists for the
enlightenment and entertainment of all the attentive.

He speaks: At phase transition I become the focal point, the confluence of all
things wise, wonderful, and willing. Witness as I don the 6 sometimes 7 stringed axe and
assume position one. Magic befalls me. I am transformed, quantum and replete in paradox;
in the role of affector, I may speak on the subject of love. Knowing more than one should,
I defer to the wisdom above and within, on the cusp of the third ring of power ego a higher
purpose, the surrounding spiritual reality. Eyesuponme, as Scorpio,

Thus, from tree to tree limb, from balcony to balcony, I leap, born for
for adventure and blessed with a rarefied sense of the the interactive, the spectacular.
Who will be next to savor the hedonistic offerings that only a select few can imagine.
Come forward, timid Princess. Read to me, sing to me, inspire me.......




In the days before the advent of Civilization, one prophet foresaw the coming of the
Beautiful One, the Oracle, to carry on, to spread the good word. He was to be called
Hellflower, the blending of all opposites, the unfigurable one.

Fused from the organic and the exotic, as an incarnation of the seventh starseed, as an
experiment which would signal the coming of the psychoacoustical age. Four houses rule
his behavior and shape his karma: Aquarius, Pisces, Gemini and Scorpio. He needs earth,
sun and water. The stars twinkle above. Water........

Elevated to Parallax by the angelic voices that bespoke his arrival, Anointed as the recipient
of the tonal epistles, here to transduce and translate the whispers of the Ellysian Oracle. Given
unto the bespangled elite, as the overseer of the aural stargarden, the final apparition in the
legacy of the enigmatic Medallion. He is the metallic one, the bearer of gifts, the incisor,
savant recherchez. He is Hellflower .......


Meditations II: Shadowstar whispers in the mist of the enchanted and inspired night:

Because myths feed off curvatures in thought, existing in a myriad of forms, dispersing at
lunar intervals,first perceived in a maze of nebulous abstractions, All signs point to the
anointed one, the excalibrated one who roams the crystalline darkness as many.

Call him Estarius, Medallion, Hellflower, Shadowlord by night, ruler of the empyrean
Earthchoir. Watch as he transitions into Flower form proper. Attention above and within.
Praise the oracle, as he then departs into the forbidden nocturnes as an agent, a perfect
symbol and personification of the glorious night.  Arriving in a myriad of forms, dispersed
for the twilight audition, intuitionfinds him in a maze of nebulous abstractions. Who goes
forth? Ask the nightwind..................     

He is the one who roams the ephemera and etheria, known once as Estarius.  Observe as he
transmutes into first one, then two, then three to later appear in and in and as the nova biblia.
As the night progesses, he becomes more active, more multifarious and multiplicitous.  We
are in awe............  


A.Convocation of Forces

Further into the human mirror, into the nocturnal wellspring, one finds a mystagogic array of
clarivoyance, obsidian tantra, cyrstalline subdominance and etheric, ellysian ouija. Signals are
sent, transmissions begin. Mind encounters itself in a whirlwind of joyful zensations. Shunyatta.  


Come now, seeker of darkness, come closer and feel the chilling interpersonal ambiance of the
master's aura. Therefore, think no more, submit to the natural desire to know more, to become
more, to transform in his nebulous, enigmatic presence. Christen him, the Priestly one, the
Philomath, Medallion, Ravenlord.

He speaks, “Come to me as a flower, a waterfall a sunset, a thunderstorm, aspark of the divine.
“Feel the power, embrace the paradox, beauty, majesty,  and mystery of the cosmological all.
Manifest as truth.  Alayavijnana....”

C. Circle of Thesis

Moving in and out of form, through the pale bluelight. A compelling cascade of symbolic
irridescence appears befor eour eyes, drawing us into its magnetic appeal, its metaphysical
pull, where inside the transdimensional interphase, one celestial logo will appear,
captivating our attentions and leaving us in trance. At the point of vector, when the energies
of Scorpio meet those of the visionary Aquarius, the emeraldine emanations of the celestial
symphony shall begin, striking the universal chord within and invoking the telepathic sciences,
the call of Dominoxos, the darksome, inscrutable forces of ZenVoodoo.



All three manuscripts are characterized by an uncanny insight into the depth
and complexity of the subconscious theater, distinguished furthermore by an
almost otherwordly eloquence seen perhaps once a lifetime. The late 20th
and early 21st centuries had their Shakespeare. They simply didn't know it.

Quoting Isoseles, "Music leads us away from both the either/or to the both
paradigm, thereby fostering and facilitating a proper understanding of the true
nature of reality"

Almost nothing is known about the author, with the possible exception of smattering
of random rumors regarding an affinity for water, outer space, cats, and exquisite music.
Though the details are sketchy at best, a picture of a withdrawn, hermetic, almost
anonymous figure emerges. Speculations abound concerning his true motives
for composing such arduously original, pathbreaking art.

Chiavenna speaks, "A second, more peering and exacting look into the philosophical
crystal ball reveals an innate, intrinsic desire for the good and goodwill of all,
disproving once and for all the fallacy that mankind was and/or
is either a joke, a mistake, or an accident."

The Oyster is awarded every other year to the work of music or literature that best
expresses the mystery and depths of the subconscious universe as it surreptitiously
predicts its own subsequent fame.

In the ascendance to the Oyster, much was lost in the transformations from human
being to scribe, medium, to instrument for the elucidation of the cosmic, celestial oracle,
as all the conventional boundaries of musically inspired literature were absolved,
creating out of nothing, without prior announcement, the sensation of aesthetic
and spiritual renewal. Renaissance.

Quoting Celceius, "A second, much more open minded and probing look into reality
reveals a labyrinth of distinct, yet somehow connected actualities emerges,
captured in crypt, in the complexities of the cosmic self and realized only in the
presence of Avatar. "



Reasoning from the many to one,
whereupon meaning is derived from value
Focusing on that which is independent of fallacy underlying
Granting to the elusive overview that which is only true under certain conditions,
for certain people, at certain times.

The spaces indicate a cadre of obtuse explanations,
a cache of hypothetical motives/ theories explanations
a cadre of erudite variables hidden within a repository of
of translineal portals

Knowing now that the world is round, the inquiry shift its emphasis
altering the ratio of feasibility to plausibility
Granting validity to the flow of assumption
Merging the psychological with the philosophical
Bearing an anticipated surfeit of new paradigms

The intervals indicate a propensity for exactitude
A musicality inherent to and encoded in a circle of shibboleth
A bevy of formulas for an otherwise illusory happiness

Therefore the objective is to examine and explore the other side of conventional
nonsense, knowing moreover, that love, above all, is vastly overrated, having no power
whatsoever to generate any reciprocity.



By grace begiven, stilled in the solemn quiet,
Content in resolve, numbing in the calm of completion
In perfect silence and solitude, we sit
Feeling nothing, knowing nothing
Gazing upward for one last, long look
On this, the culmination of our purpose
The first night of forever
Empy, aloof, inhuman, silent
On this, our last night on earth


Introspections II

Looking inward, mind sees a carousel of nomadic impressions,
compartmentalized for optimal apperception. facilitating comprehension of the
big picture and reflecting both the puzzle and nexus of the master chord.  

As each enigma unfolds, actualizing in unveiling ruminations,
thus poised in the cool night air, in amidst a swarm of voodoo,
there to choose destiny, equidistant to challenge with eyes upon the void,
serene in the comfort of stark contrast, elevating to shrine,
the musicality of the transcendent altar .

Given the chance to soar and sing, to fly in and out of alternate destinies,
In the sleeping grandeur, they are known by their affections for music,
In retreat, time's alternate essential mystery is revealed.  

Zen begins with imagination
Zen is the immersion into the hallowed, powerful sounds of real music
Zen is the moment silence overwhelms and transforms
Zen creates, unknowingly, a robust cadre of new and beneficent paradigms.

Below the intrapersonal horizon are tenets of the grand
episteme, pathways to another less fickle and capricious
existential purview, windows so the extraverted interiors,
the portal to another stage based on the universal need for expression
and understanding.

Zen is the countermelody hiding within the exquisite, upbeat, inspiring sonata
Zen is the spark, the flicker found at the epicenter of the invisible and elusive
premise, the a fortiori arrival and assimilation of spiritual truths.

Concordant to all the variables found within the grand episteme, each
seeker of truth finds a wealth of resplendent correlations, all
in agreement with the laws of change and balance, each
concomitant to the progressions of Yin.

Zen is the immersion into hallowed, powerful, soniferous sounds.
Zen is the thought, the apercu, the eureka most easily left to the subconscious.
Because of Zen, we evolve, either incrementally or by momentum. Wu Wei.

Looking further within, mind discovers itself,
Finding a propensity toward truth in all forms
Discovering a connection between the power of individuality
and the remedy of unwanted deviations, thus enhancing both an already
exalted awareness of the spiritual side of perception,
the scope and sanctity of the musical and philosophical Mind.

Those who live within the freedom of the Tao experience an unbounded
joy and serenity, leading to a significant degree of contentment, thereby
adhering to a more natural and or universal set of principles,
all the while unknowingly developing and exhibiting a propensity
propensity toward essence, not appearance, substance not fascade
or illusion, discovering an ineffable, highly personalized pathway to
genuine Enlightenment. Tathagata.


Modus Vivendi

Curving from a thousand reveries
Six clocks on the wall
Representing the simplicity and complexity of the known universe

      Shaped by the confluence of four cosmic forces
      Gemini orbits Scorpio, adding charisma and panache
      Borrowing from the mystique of Pisces
      Aligning to the charm of Aquarius
      All for the benefit of the orchestral Self

Circumventing classical analysis,
Objectified in sonnet, sutra, and song
Manifesting in another level of intuitive virtuosity

      Turning the Ephemeris on third to the right
      Patterns form at right angles
      Creating a triaxial nexus,
      Engaging the aquarian logarithim
      Increasing the subconscious synergies of the quantum Mind

Distilled from future scriptures
Six Yantras dot the opposing wall
Corresponding to the six primary emotions
And the 18 houses of the neozodiac

      Earth in pisces, moon in Abraxas
      Scorpio re-engages Aquarius
      Embellishing the insight and acumen of Gemini
      Enhancing the theatrical afterglow of Scorpio
      All for the benefit of the transdimensional Self

Breaking from the conventional
Waiting for contrast amidst a wonderland of subtypes
Disappearing into anomally and antithesis

      Determined by mass, motion, velocity, and spin
      Multiplied by the exponential, obeying the gestalt
      Bearing amperage, voluime, voltage, and euphony
      Expressed in flute. oboe, sitaar, and harpsichord
      Expanding the horizons of the symphonic Mind



Misunderstood at every turn
Misconstrued by almost everything
Coy and demure, blending into the background
Effortlessly deflecting every woebegone misperception

Undaunted by their misbegotten, wayward aspersions
Unassuming at first glance,
Unshaken by their grotesque inaccuracies
Playing along to foster more grandiose misconceptions

Out here, in the remote reaches of interpersonal space
There is quietude, sanity, musicality, and clarity
One may revel in freedom, take on the most ambitious of projects

Unaware of the breadth of of my own Dhamma
The range of my brilliance or the preponderance of my insight
Unawakened to the possiblity of the authentic me
I watch their impairments, their aversion to simple truth

One step ahead, often two
Watching you and your defective or missing intelligence
Never suspecting me to be anything but another you
Pretending to be as dumb as you think I am
Shielding that which his truly worthwhile
Masterfully diverting every attempt to further misperceive me
Artfully decoying the real me
To hide and protect that which is sacred from the scurrilous masses

Exhibit no flair, no panache or pedigree
Show no talent, no signs of intelligence or scintillation
Reveal no autonomy, no awareness. Remain as stupid as they think I am

Out here in this remote ashram
Way out here, away from the clamorous hideom of the mislead masses
One may think, compose, divine, and become
By your disdain, I am revivified
By your disgust, I am restored
By your hatred, I am made whole, I exist



Called to Witness
Ordained by twilight
Thine grace and mercy be among us
Thou art the end and beginning, the reason for everything

Lead us to natural altars
To a more organic relation to and reverence for Thee
Show us how to be and become our very best
Guide us to a higher ethic, to a unifying morality

That we may draw strength and inspiration from the uncontaminated beauty
of the universe, Renewing, without effort, our dedication to purity and perfection.
That we may both lessen our miseries and overcome our frailties
via the ever present majesty
of the Almighty and it time jettison all distractions, deceptions,
and misconceptions of the past.
With heads bowed,
In honor of that which is more than we are
Abundant and flowing, abounding and infinite
Behooved by a passion for truth
Discovering a higher purpose within the holy spirit
Awakening to the reality of the divine spark within each
Praise be given

Rapt in the awareness of a transcendent, omniscient Supreme Being
Regal and resplendent,
Holy is that which arises within thee
Dispersed among all of nature
Returning to be all things
Rejoice, all the riches are on the inside
Celebrate, you have eternity for free
Sing unto the heavens
God is with us
Our cup runneth over

Lead us back to the original blessing
Grant to us the wisdom of a higher dimension
Guide us to a more lucid perspective on Thee

That we may be reborn in the awesome wonder and grandeur of Nature.
That we may better understand and appreciate the mystery and marvels of the
Universe, finding a lasting tranquility in the ineffable beauty,
power, and glory of Creation.


In Absentia

Alienated by the norms of society
Further ostracized by the soap opera crowd
No less the better, objectivity takes the floor

So fascinated with mistruth
Projecting your worst onto me
Creating yet the illusion of another me

Being nothing as you think I am
Riddled by an excess of misperception
The extremes of your depravity know no limits
the stench is overwhelming
The shame is all yours

Unaware of the depth and scope of my mind
Oblivious to the ecumenical reach of my thoughts
Allow me to introduce my self
To address the unbelievable
And properly correct the unforgivable

With all friendships on hold
Remaining true to the principles of the higher self
Reflecting back every misbegotten, unthuthful aspersion
Thy rotten mouth be washed with the coarsest of brown soaps

Unassuming and aloof, resilient to all specious criteria
Avoiding the the worst of the masses
Keeping a distance from tht urinal that is your mind

So despised and slandered that even both my shadow and silhouette
no longer obey the laws of metaphysics
So egregiously misperceived that for all practical purposes.........

I am not even here



Spurned by the spoils of society
Shunned and reviled by worst of the wayward herd
I arrive undaunted, unscathed, laughing

For thou hast wronged me
And in so doing, insulted a much higher authority
Setting into motion a series of most inauspicious events

Above me, crystals rotate, in compelling, almost bizarre patterns
Within me, lights flicker and dance about around my spiritual axis
peaking near and about my ethereal, rainbow uplink
About me, melodies cavort and coalesce, turning into yet another
show of lights. Visions abound, telepaths await..........

A hell is being created for those who dare to malign and vilify ,br.
the bespangled one; whose misshapen words and thoughts attempt to
degrade and denigrate his excellency with hideously misguided,
unforgivable mistruths.

You will hear bells, you will feel the raw, unsettling energy of the untamed
universe. You will feel for one moment the wild and capricious power of the
cosmic wherewithall. You will experience the unnerving convergence
of all synchronicities, allowing you to know in one moment, one horrifying,
sustained instant, the true abhorrent ignominy of your dishonest, deceitful ways.

Woe to thee who conspires to harm the his unassuming excellency,
Who conspire to defame and defile the illustrious one with such wretched lies
and egregious blasphemies. The overseers are not pleased. All is not well.
An exorcism awaits...........

Neither unjust or unkind
Originating in the depths of my mind
Thy path be pure. Thy fate be sure ,br> Thine wrath be mine !



The four books, written in cold, calculating solitude took the form of epic
poetry in an unconventional, totally original, path breaking manner,
thereby creating a unique, compelling form of literature, introducing a new
synthesis of style and substance, based on a peek into the depths and mysteries
of the subconscious universe.

As the Oyster superceeded both the Nobel and Pulitzer in prestige, the
popularity of exquisite, exceptional literature began to increase over the
next two decades, reaffirming the theory that superior art, in this case,
literature will always supplant all other less artistic forms of the written word.
The oyster is awarded every other year to the work of art that best captures
and expresses the magic of the night, that artfully embodies and elucidates
the majesty and grandeur of nature.

Reading from Isoseles, " The bulk of the three aforementioned manuscripts
leave a legacy wrapped in mystery regarding both the origins and the process
of becoming such a work of literary masterpiece . No other american author has
yet exhibited such a rich wealth of zenetic insights and esoteric psychologies woven
into the fabric of a non-traditional, abstruse philosophy. "

A more energized and exacting analysis reveals another layer of multiple meanings,
referring to another reality in the form of subtext, best described or explained by a
Triumvirate of future, erudite philosophers in their collective vision of a reality understood
best in states of altered consciousness. This would become the fountainhead for further,
more exegetic inquiries into a much deeper understanding of mankind's
best potentials, both evident and lurking, including the accomplishments of those who
best understand the present state of mankind, in all its panorama of unusual inclinations
and talents.

In winning the Oyster, the tenets of a neopsychology were granted their incipience
as a highly personalized transformation accompanied and followed a secondary
metamorphosis occurred. actualizing in subrosa form and providing yet another
uncharted pathway for the expressions of the much deeper, camera obscura mind
of the savanti, i.e. the new cognoscenti.

The second book, an ambitious leap into the conceptual, shows the insight and acumen
of a musician who wrote, as opposed to a mere writer, a book replete with thematic
variation, based on, where any given piece alludes to one prior or following,
giving the whole work a coherence rarely seen in poetry additions.

With so very little is known about the author, speculations ran amok,
resulting in an uneven slough of misinformation, typically well off the mark.
With the author's biographical material remaining sketchy at best, only a few
provable facts came to light reach any degree of certainty. Reclusive and despised
by the misbegotten masses, his interests ranged from exquisite literature to cats,
astronomy, geography, new age music, communes and outside the box cinematica.

Quoting Chiavenna, " Both history and destiny will decide for to whom supreme
truth will be factored into the grand equation. They will attain enlightenment when
the know the difference between truth and non truth, between essence and appearance,
between music and noise, when they can feel the magic of the universe passing through them "
In the ascent to the oyster, the transdimensional path to enlightenment
was given a new legitimacy, a new credence and legitimacy, altering the
time frame for an overdue wave of philosophical renaissance. The Oyster
is awarded every two years to the work of literature or music that best elucidates
a revolutionary vision of the future as it captures both the beauty and power of
the universe, thereby somehow predicting its own prestige and immortality.

Again reading from Isoseles, " The third and fourth books, written in cold, calculating
solitude took the form of epic poetry in a totally unconventional, path breaking manner,
thereby creating a portal to possibility, all the while spawning a new circle of questions
regarding the author's true motivations and inspirations.

According to Celcius, " His masterworks, the result of a musician who wrote,
as opposed to a writer who wrote, gave a wealth of new perspectives, depth, and
and unconventional context. The implications of his writings are spiritually speaking,

Using the devices of recondite fiction and colorful essay, the author produced four
manuscripts, all expressing a rare exactitude and finesse withn a context of
sprawling ambivalence and ambiguity, all the while exhibiting a sense of both the
understated and the bombastic, leaving an inscrutable literary labyrinth rife with
cerebral puzzles and empyrean decor for the literati to dissect and deconstruct.
Projected to win the celebrated International Prakaplana Award, the fourth book,
' Essayene', attaines the ultimate in the quest for and expression of dissociative literature
or lilterary cubism.

Celcius continues, " The most remarkable thing about the third and fourth books
were the way he interweave various, yet related themes in and out of his art, teasing
us with an array of motifs, both cinematic and musical, woven together with a sense
of perfection creating a grand elaborate and intricate libretto, held together by a
series of literary arias. " _____________________________


In silence we become whole
We re-gather and re-energize ourselves
In solitude we re-unite with the universe
In in the spirit of peace, piety, and tranquility
We pledge our devotion to Thee
   - The Lunar Buddha

That we may draw both energy and serenity from the incomprehensible
beauty of creation all about us, renewing out dedication to the celestial
and the ethical via our fascination and connection to and withthe inner galaxy,
the divinity within, the grand potentate. 

Under the spell of the night sky
Inspired by the magic of real music
Behooved by an understanding of the universal
Surrounded by the miraculous and the magnificent
Awakened to the reality of a higher power
Regal and resplendent, beneficent and bountiful
Jubilant in the gleam and glee of a new awareness
The blessings are too many. Praise be given.

In Silence, there is coherence, excellence, exuberance
In Solitude, there is virtue, veneration, elevation

That we may know and dream of the true intricacies and complexities
of your vast dominion, leading us to a greater understanding and appreciation
of the vast and infinite cosmic wherewithall. 

Immersed in all the wonder and mystery
Awakened to the glory of the infinite
Reminding us of our spiritual center
Leading us to a new appreciation for the grandeur and majesty of nature
Bestowing us with an enhanced sense of the omniscient, ever present Deity
Abundant and flowing, munificent and shining
All our passions we give to thee. Halleluhiah.
That we, the curious, the thoughtful, resolve to reach out and into the
unattainable, reveling in the unfathomable, while individualizing and
personalizing the excellence of pure transcendental knowledge.
In Solitude there is veneration, vitality, and sanity      
  In Silence there is synchronicity, serenity, spirituality
In solitude there is beauty, beatitude, and benevolence
  In Silence there is purity, perfection, purpose




Nourished by a barbed indifference
Further shaped by real music
Having separated personality from reality
Pawn captures Knight

Versed in the esoteric sciences
Blessed with an uncanny sense of touch
Those who would deny themselves his magic are made less
Becoming in time, deprived, depraved, deplorable

Alienated from the gullible herd
Ostracized for being too truthful
Hear what I hear
Know what I know
Feel what I feel

Existing at odds to society’s idiocy
Rejecting as I am rejected
Gradually displaying the unspoken underside of evolution
Hate me, please hate me
Hate me more

Through the eerie fog and mist, the faint, unsettling silhouette
of a solitary, shadowy figure moves slowly through the under
and overgrowth, evoking feelings of both curiosity and aversion.
We want to know. We don’t want to know……………



The waters run true
The skies remain blue
Otherwise, we live as angelics, apocrypha, avatari

Most have given up
We who remain continue unfazed
Guided by a sense of higher purpose
Existing as hieroglyphs, holograms, heyoka

The others, the others are no longer relevant
Yet we the faithful, the few remain
Held to a vision, adamant in our duty, our dharma
Uncorrupted by the proximity to a degenerate society

Under the table, the money flows free
Behind our backs, where none can see
Otherwise, we live as equations, epiphanies, experiments

Therefore, leave us one corner, one niche
Where we may take solace and be ourselves
Where we may whisper our grandiose ideas
As we quietly hone and refine our chosen craft



Shunned by the gullible hordes
Scorned for being too independent
Too often misquoted, I turn to hieroglyph

Appearing in phases, origins unknown
Despised by half the sloven masses
Ignored by the other half
Further disfigured by a lack of applause

Born with an affinity for the night
More aloof by the week
Showing no reflection in the mirror
Outside in the stargarden, omens appear

Ingest this. Within minutes you will see things in a different light
You will then notice the halting novelty of my fins and gills
Aghast, you may then admire the grotesque beauty of my horns and wings

Myth tells us of another dimension.
One where perceptions may bend, where anything is possible
May the journey be long. May silence eventually guide........

Roses turn green, then back to blue
Sun and rain laugh, while the weeds show through
All things as one, but first as two
See, you don't know me, but I know you



Moving in and out of hoax
Unfazed by their idiotic aspersions
Exiting the planetarium, all illusions disappear

Envied by no one
Measuring all things by dream
Removing the gloves that conceal six fingers
Becoming too aware of the uncomely protuberance of my snout

Foraging for endorphins
Saying nothing for days
To the clearing for my required photosynthesis
Greetings to those who wish me harm

Keeping a distance from the hateful human herd
Gradually taking the form of very old trees
Pausing for the sudden, subtle hum of my antennae
Rock, Paper, Science.....
Romans, Pilgrims, Mermaids......

Born of abstraction and apparition
In celebration of the abnormality within all
Looking upward, then within
I can still see the breadcrumbs they left along the trail
I remember seeing his boots as he ascended up into the clouds

Rumored of questionable DNA
Often reviled for speaking king's english
Glancing to my left,
Onlookers gather to gawk at my feathers and scales
Looking down, I see what were to be webbed
Are instead hooves. My hooves.

Abhor me. Load up with your christian bullets
Loathe me. Envision me mounted on your wall
Hunt me.......


Seven Halos

Ordained by nature to be something more
Accompanied by a sense of the grandiose
Often surrounded by cats
Last night, a row of telescopes, tonight..........

I am looking at a photograph of several asian women. The longer I stare,
the more my intuition and esp increase, allowing me to know things I normally
would not.

As poet, priest, and prophet, I offer a fresh, new doxology
Enriching and elevating the spiritually inclined
Expanding horizons via sonnet, sutra, and strophe

I am standing beside a body of water. Moonlight reflecting across the
enchanted stillness. The longer I stare, gazing out into the water,
the more my intuition and esp increase. Exponentially.

Again, on stage, accompanied by musical brilliance
White rings on slender fingers
Ethereal hands on ebony and steel
Flanked by youthchoir and two sitaars
Culminating in a transformative phantasm of awesome light and sound
Playing the most complex music to date

A thunderstorm approaches from the southwest,
I feel the wind, the fury, I smell the rain
In the thunder, I hear my real name
Reminding me of who, of what I am
Pointing all to the Gayatri
Solving the mystery of the seventh halo


Phylum: Troglodyte

Roaming the metaphysical hinterlands
Dealt a rotten hand at birth
All things being unequal, let the dance begin

Ravaged by a lack of euphoria
Perturbed by the porcupine needles in my leg
Further annoyed by the thickening fur underneath my clothing
Wherever I go, I wish I were somewhere else

Standing in the rain
Juxtaposing movements from Beetovan's third and ninth
Later this month, a meeting with Mothman
Medussa sends her regards

Activating the spectrometer inside my head
Behooved by the many portals I have visited
Time, the fourth dimension
Mind, the fifth

Avoiding the city fountain's recent cro-magnon reflection
Trying to hide the course hair on my hands and neck
All conspiracy theories are true
Objects may appear more wholesome than they really are

Mercifully alienated from the cesspool called humanity
Lowering expectations by the week
Embittered and alone, yet only I care
Stomp your right foot three times if you agree

Given to extremes, bringing out the worst in others,
Most often seen after a comet's pass
Possessing the genes of both Butterfly and Brontosaurus
Somehow ending up in the wrong zodiac
I am to blame for everything

Lumbering adroitly along the plaza
Becoming visible for one extended moment
Across the street, children point and yell
"Chupakabra, Chupakabra!"
Reminding us again,
That with hate, all things are possible

Obliged to nothing, pondering the fates
Wondering what its like to be human
Allow me to unwravel this previously never seen Scroll
Make of it what you wish

Retreating into the shadows
Retracting back into my Oeuvre
To abscond off into the hills
To live in harmony with the exotic flora and fauna

Remember me, think well of me, pee on me



Blessed with a flair for euphony
Born with a sense of the spectacular
Imbued with the creative spirit,
Displaying both precision and speed

Adorned in buckskin, suede, and imitation leather
Again on stage with orange gps guitar
Gifted, prescient hands on wood and steel
Flawlessly executing a series of runs and trills
Surrounded by musical brilliance
Culminating in an awe inspiring phantasm of other worldly light and sound

Versed in the esoteric sciences
Keeping the self intact
Exemplifying the merits of the aesthetic life
Cultivating a rare intrapersonal excellence and beneficence
Accumulating, via the magic of transcendent music
A treasury of sterling, unshakable virtue

Ravenflower, his voluptuous and loyal consort speaks,
"Unsullied by the surrounding, smarmy world
He lives for music
His thoughts are not our thoughts
He exists on another level
He is not like us, his destiny, his purpose is not like ours
Witness, focus, even stare if you must
Notice the Zen within and about him
Observe. Watch his hands. Learn from him"



Divined from a thousand novellas
On the cusp of hallucination
Somewhere between the monastery and the circus.........

Devoid of any specious goodness
Deficient in any and all pragma
Having escaped from several weddings
One if by name, two if by shame

Resonant with the nerdy few
Attuned to the hum of the earth
With seaweed clinging to my reptilian shanks
Moss gathers along my molars and bicuspids

Approaching the waterfall,
Touched by the call to reproduce
Without my briefcase, no magic carpet will appear
Without my pitchfork, the world is less safe

Excluded for being too unorthodox
Spending more and more time around the zoo
Asked to pose next to an oversized geological time chart
Bats don't bite and the bees won't sting

Trolling the outskirts of suburbia
Spawned from a burst of lightning and phosphorus
Mutation has taken my horns and hiss
Evolution returns my tail

Altered forever by all that I've heard Sunlight glistens off my scales and spikes
Reading from the book of Commune,
" Frequency, resonance, abnormality,
yin trumps yang, clocks spin backwards, Hocus Pocus "

Mentioned in both the Odyssey and the Mahabarata
I gave peter piper his first sack of peppers
I walked along side johnny appleseed
Because of me, the woman in question had to live in a Shoe

Facing north, nostrils flaring and ears twitching
Detecting a myriad of scents in the breeze
Activating 120 million years of submerged memories
No doubt, three brains are better than one

Poking my head through the bramble bush
Surveying the warm tundra and waiting livestock
Bon appetite..........

Due to sharing the same acreage with both the illiterate throngs
and the alcoholic hordes, a purification ritual is in order
Twilight arrives, all instruments are in ready in place.
Pull the curtain.............


VonAura Sutra (Prologue to)

As the concert crescendos into an amazing, incredible phantasm
of holy light and sound, the audience is left spellbound and speechless,
held in the grasp of excessive beauty and power, transformed forever
by what they have witnessed over the past hour. Guitars, vocals,
keyboards, percussion.

In the scene before us, a group of white robed ascetics go about
their business at the edge of the water. Known as Essenes, this
aggregate of nature loving purists would soon produce one of the
most misunderstood and lied about religious figures of all time.
Only time and the effort of a few veracitors would begin to lend
some clarity to what became the most egregious heap
of misinformation ever perpetrated on the human condition.

Upon reaching their destination, three of the wisest would stop
to reflect, then turning to head back eastward, then pausing for each to
toss a token over the shoulder and into the well, thereby setting off a chain
of events that would lead to the timely essaying of most significant truth,
manifesting in the far future in the form of prophetic Sutra.

Scrying across the plains of Giza
Surveying the dark side of the Moon
Discovering another path to Ixtlan
Mirrored in the fibonacci sequence
Reminiscent of the voynich manuscript
Pointing to a virtual stairway to the stars
Becoming a player in the glass bead symphony
Leading to the one remaining mystery of the cathedral of Mind



Hiding behind a row of hedges
Impossibly out of place
Even with clues, mysteries remain

Scouring the lush undergrowth for nuts, seeds, roots, and berries
Ostracized for thinking outside the box
No longer embarrassed by my excess plumage
Believe me, low self esteem is much better than no self esteem

Slithering through the grasslands and swamps
Repelling as I am repelled
Impressed by the range of my spores
Somewhere right now, I appear in someone's crystal ball

Untethered to any confining logic
Having dined with both an ichthyosaur and a pterosaur
The more lonely I am, the more truthful I become
Those who disagree will now raise their left hand and draw a circle in the air

Pausing by the rocks,
Vegetation grows from my lower leg
Admiring a patch of cirrocumulus above
Accepting an award later for all that I have sired
No question, one head is better than nine

Distant cousin to both prancer and dancer
Guided through the forest by Tinker Bell
I remember waving upward to Rapunzel
Your mythologies are all wrong. I ate Hercules

Peering down into the darkest metaphysical holes
Making mincemeat of social order
Noticing the springtime emergence of my albino stems
and veridescent blooms
Greetings again to those who truly hate me

Sunning by the pavilion, no mirrors please
Granted, the last 100 years have not been kind
Compared to myself,
Cyclops looks like a movie star

Drooling noticeably on my way from the suburbs
Foaming and frothing as I stagger onward to the city square
Sporting an indignant and inexplicable halo of flies
Taking the seventh seat in a six man baroque recital
Releasing waves of unwanted bowel gas
Producing a cloud so dense and noxious that it somehow alters
the sounds of the individual instruments...........for much the worse
Resulting in a sudden and alarming mutidirectional dispersal of both band and crowd

Preparing now, in solemn anticipation, to take the form of the most
hideous, most horrible creature of them all. That of myself !!!


Rumors abound of the Hydra being washed out to Sea,
only to find a small, remote island where he may allow his sprouting
tentacles to grow to fruition and enjoy an existence free of comparisons and aspersions.

More reputable sources report him taking the form of Hellflower and going
back, via time machine, to late winter / early spring of 1974, NYC, to witness the recording
and release of the most historically significant and amazing piece of Music ever.

We wish him luck............



Arranging twelve introductions for bassoon and harpsichord
Composing eight separate prakalpanas
My morning is taken,
My afternoon is full,
Try next door for shooting the bull

Welcome to my Ashram,
Please enter, first to the Studio
Then to my Study, Touch this button
And the sky roof opens
Later we will change our attire for the full moon

Free of hegemony and skullduggery
Void of ulterior motives,
Rook spots bishop, knight jumps pawn
All eyes on the board. Game on.....

Inside, real music plays, evidenced by sitaars an windchimes
Many cats adorn and enhance the interiors
Giving it the proper ambiance
Fabio, the younger, will now recite two pieces from 'Eyes To The Stars'

No longer do I analyze everything, everyone
Everyone is now taken at face value
You may call me Copernicus, first name Adam
Next month, I go by another name ...........

The picture you see turns into a Mandala
The book on the table is 'Your Inner Fish'
Such is the epicurian, aquarian motif
Later we can venture out back,
To check out my backyard spaceship

Allow me to introduce my three assistants
Pajamee, Ravenflower, and Swashisa
Your eyes do not deceive you
They are truly that beautiful.............

You may now interview me, if you still wish
You may request my autograph
If inclined, you may even kneel

Queen takes both bishop and knight. Check.
Rook waves to me from the side. Checkmate.
I lose again. Alegria ...........


Homo Rejectus/Chameleon

Last seen hanging around a recent crop circle
Venturing out into the hooded hours
Under the auspices of a waxing gibbous

Leaving the bowling alley,
Comforted by the sound of my six legs
Having weathered the vicissitudes of existence
Take a picture. I may change at any moment

Sometimes mistaken for Bullwinkle
Showing up on too many nocturnal trail cams
Voted most likely to empty a room
Scheduled next week for an appearance on Jerry Springer

Direct from the local car wash
Sporting fresh antenna, whiskers and feelers
Named most unpredictable by the academy of sciences
Bearings set for risk and reward

Mocked and chided by once innocent children
Assailed for not looking like the rest
Rejected by every manifestation of the most hideous ignorance possible
Unable to even step into any given automobile
Such is the life of a lizard

Known as Harbinger to the Metrons
As Leviathan to the Munchkins
As Troglodyte to the Ossions

Truth be told, my first book was at Alexandria
I gave Mary her first lamb
I was at Oz before Dorothy
Cursed out by Little Red Riding Hood,
Nothing compares to the rain, mud, and glory of Woodstock

Strolling by the town creek
Avoiding museums and tattoo parlors,
As an advocate for the non human
As a descendant of the missing link
Right at the Dairy Queen
Changing, changing again, not in color
But in name, number and numina


Up ahead, a crowd gathers,
They seem to be looking under a bus with worried expressions
We can only hope for the best..............



Gazing into the expansive interiors
Fascinated by the intricate and ornate patterns
Uncluttered and immaculate
Gravitating to an imperial excellence
Regal and resplendent
Elevated to and by a new autonomy
Reveling in the joy of an exquisite stillness
Reborn in an exalted awareness
Shastra. Sunyata. Sahasradala.

Moving into an uncharted serenity
Arising from deep within via the art of viapassana
Uniting the surreal and the scientific
Celebrating the the sacred and sacrosanct
Discovering the altar within
Accruing contentment in a sea of organic energies
Increasing energy and tranquility, with eyes closed
In celebration of nature's ubiquitous presence
Sattva. Tattva. Paramatma.

Living in the spirit of gratitude
Awakening to a world of cosmic truths
Transcendent and telepathic
Traveling by mind, to an ineffable euphoria
Tapping into a more meaningful dimension
Falling into the depths of the real self
Hearing a glissando of a hundred tiny windchimes
Knowing, Being, becoming.........
Shakti. Bhakti. Bhavana.


Bon Vivant

       " You think you hate me.
         Just wait till you get to know me"
           - the author

Known by an exquisite etiquette and elegance
By a compelling sense of exquisite zen
From alpha to theta, no chess tonight, Candy
Rather we shall arrange our glass beads to produce ethereal sounds

As president of the Cat Lovers Association
I am associated with the best of the species
Welcome to my partially underground placial estate
Feel free to enjoy the ambiance created by both a coven of cats
and the new age sitaar and harpsichord music ............
Hor d'oeuves, jello, gummies, arbys, incense............
Only the finest, only the best

Raised on the wisdom of Brother Dave Gardner
Placed on the ballot anonymously as a write in
As we speak, a book is being written about me
Concordantly, a movie about me is also being made. Marvelous

The skin has no tatoos and no piercings
All the decorations are on the inside
The society pages read like a who's who of Me
The local polo match awaits my arrival. Yes..........

Named most Regal by the council on Diversity
Replete with anticipation for tomorrow's star party
Posing earlier for a photo shoot with Sarah Palin
While in the background played a robust recording of Sousa Marches

Follow me now down the gradual, curving steps into the enchanted
underground living area and museum in the back. Sir Richard Branson
and Tulsi Gabbard will now read 'Vectors' from the book
' Eyes To The Stars' .



Unmoored to any silly criticisms
Traced to the mystical Godavari
Auspicious at the sound of the Gong

Making the least of a serendipitous situation
Forgetting the name of my last concubine
Look long and deep. Stare if you wish
Watch as I turn into two, then four, then eight

Ridiculed for seeing the big picture
Vilified for being far too unconforming
Seven the key to reality
Eight the same for infinity

Deformed by the extremes of solitude
Disfigured by the dregs of isolation
Salveged by Emerson's compensation
Reading from the book of Commune,
" Old men, like old women, have powers "

Spending a day with Robin Hood
Having shared Tea wth with Pythagorus
Encountering Heyoka on the way to Dr. Lao's Circus
Texting 'Mayhem' as we speak

Having never sought happiness
Accepting the award for most inexplicable
Looking out of my primary cave
No doubt, everything is my fault

Ingest this. Now ingest this. Within minutes,
you will experience another dimension, one sometimes
refered to as a parallel universe. Again, as I turn into two,
then four, then one..............

Circle around while looking back at me every
acute angle. You see first a reptile,
then a fish, then doppelganger !
Please obey the No Shrieking sign above.

Some run for pleasure
Some run for improvement
And some just run..............



Emerging from my hologram
Effect and cause, keeping it unreal
Onceuponatime, in a cloudforest far, far away ......

Rumored to be from the local commune
Entertained by a passing array of polynomials
Within me lies the blueprint for a second sphinx
Above me, cumulus roll by swiftly to the north

Accruing wisdom at a rate and ratio of passion to austerity
Hiding behind the laws of physics
Manifesting as music inside the human mirror
Personifying as the introverted extravert

Minding my own business
Passing by the local post office
With me to lead, every day is like halloween
Without such freedom, everything turns to monotony

Becoming more formless
Showing up in dreams, visions, and apercu
Appearing, like Eliza, most often after a rain
Pausing to chat with an the elders of the Starcoven
Fata Morgana. Epicura. Hanafuda. Rasa Lila

Reveling in a carousel of organic frequencies
Beloved by those who've never seen me
Space times time equals the universe
Space divided by time equals the human experience

Having surreptiously witnessed several rituals at Stonehenge
Later to compose with Mozart
Recalling a memorable dinner with Cleopatra
Those who have seen me at Brigadoon will now speak

Not a creature of habit, just a creature
Destined to troll the suburbs
Time has taken my manners and charm
Evolution returns my brawn and brine

Here I am standing in the middle of a beet patch
The beast on the left is me,
The large angular bird on the right is also me. Hocus Pocus

Look into the quantum viewmaster
You see down the hillside a.........playful gathering of
five to six feet tall, pea green dinosaurs
Again, your shrieking will do neither of us any good..........

Once known as Troglodyte
Transformed into Hydra and Hellflower,
To one day become known as Stormsinger



He looks like a bird
No, he looks like a reptile
Maybe its a cave man
He's a .............a fish
No, he's a stegasaurus
He has scales and spikes
Look through these, he .............
Omy, he has horns, and ...........claws
and fangs...............and hooves !
He must be from outer space
It's not human, it can't see us
Yes it can, its looking right through us
One thing for sure,
He's not like us, he's not like us !


Panjandrum i.e. the end of poetry

        "Pay no attention to my left hand
         Watch my right hand, I repeat,
         there is no reason to pay any attention
         to my left hand ! "     - author

Raised on radio, mentored by myself
Voted least likely to shoot an innocent animal
Welcome to my humble castle
Please enjoy the exquisite surroundings and cuisine
Only the finest, only the best ........

Bouyant from last night's symphony
Having graduated with honors from Zensa
In my many world travels...............
Returning from my nightly walk,
Rather than flowers, an array of emerald, ivory, and jade

Having redfined almost everything
I open no doors for no one
I represent the end of chivalry
For reasons best expressed in silence
Every meeting an affront
Every encounter an invitation to umbrage

Recently appointed to the council on excellence
With every iota of hate, my hair grows another one eighth inch
To your question, no I don't watch TV,
I am the TV

Stepping to the podium, to address the scurillous masses,
Camera. Drum roll, " You represent the absolute bottom of the
proverbial barrel. Your decietful, devious, duplicitous existence
is no longer a secret to just you. I see as just exactly as you are, you
degenerate, christian, alchoholic, lying piece of rotten, stinking,
worthless garbage. Get away from me, do not even think about looking
to feed your misbegotten, well disguised hatred for me, me of all people.
Ask permission before you dare speak to me, you horrible, ignorant,
living to lie, pathetic piece of media induced ignornace. You're not even
human, not even close. You look more like livestock than human.
Understand, I am not here to change you, only to perceive you as
you actually are. Dogs and/or Pigs, every one of you. All facades are down,
all trickery is now transparent. Go, get away from me. your mere presence is blasphemous"


Master of Ceremonies

Fresh from a stay at Omega Institute
Soon to venture up the pacific crest trail
Welcome to my elaborate, state of the art mansion
Feel free to wallow in the understated and rarefied elegance

Named most Gallant by the Enemies of Arrogance
Often sought for advice by several foreign goverments
Chosen by the city fathers to plan and ride in the next parade
I make bruce wayne look like a hobo

Having read, and possible written ' the Elucidations '
I welcome those with an appreciation for the Arts
To the left, a 50's SF movie plays
On the coffee table sits a copy of '1421'
To the right an oversized periodic chart of the elements
Later we will bring Saturn into focus on the balcony

Again welcome to the mecca of taoist exorbitance
Feel free to admire the framing of pure, exotic white leather
King or Queens English please, american
Those who cannot mutter some form of mutually understandable
english will be thrown out

Gloating over my many accomplishments
The awards keep coming, the trophy room is full
Please enjoy the posh surroundings and forbidden music
Allow me to introduce my three honored guests
Carlos Santana, King Diamond. and ZenRaven

For now, let us enjoy the pedigree of our company
Food and Drinks are on the way, thus
Allow me to introduce my select band of servants,
all well compensated for and happy to be here,
Be not troubled by the darker tone of their skin
All are happy and adore the master

In the spirit of pure Zen balance and contentment
First Sudoku, then a game of Mahjonng, thus
Allow me to introduce the magnificence and munificence that is Me
Those who disagree may now walk into the water like babtist lemmings
Later, we will entertain and humiliate the one who calls himself
the most interesting man in the world. Chump...........

All about the estate, a sense of prudence and purpose prevails
Reading from the book of Elixir, " Study the many forms of nature,
the different types of birds, clouds, and trees. Celebrate diversity"

Outside, an unexplained serenity descends onto the premises
His cape is off the hook
The Master has left the building


Coming soon: Stormsinger, Tetrascroll, Echolations II, Soiree, and Deicantos



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