The grind stone

Break up all the pieces of action to reap a new medicine
a new regimen
take a taste to see if it needs more flavorin
major in shamanic healing
with a minor, instilling faith to believing
stillness is waiting
quiet is necessary
just as the grind stone needs kneading

picture perfect potion portions
pressed pedestals into fallen pedals
instead we try through trial and error
trial and tribulations on the trail of concentration

the mind follows the body
those who say otherwise are sloppy
you can’t get by without energy
it is finite to the mind’s infinite potential that will set you free

Try helping someone else
when your stuck with a problem of the self

The grind stone needs no apology for grinding
it takes no excuse,
it is simply the tool we use for use
utility is consistency’s bigger brother
children of pragmatic wonder and the realist father

build your surroundings like an author
imagining the best possible circumstance
then dance and chance your way to the highest aim
without any doubt that the vision will not be claimed
but still you will find things are not the same


4am is your friend,
I get much more done before others awake
not trying to brag but this is whats in my bag
taking stake in my claim
utilizing all functionality of the brain

sleep before 10 leaves 6 hours of healin

The earlier the better
this is when things are quiet
and dark
focus can proceed to leave it’s mark

Exercise, meditation, writing, concentration
Rise with integrity of breathing prayers
watering the self, plants and ideas with care
where do you spend time?

Push harder
Discipline breeds freedom
build a man with momentum

self will is not enough
high power intuition from the gut
what else can help us get through the rut
of the really tough stuff in the muck
Fuck being held down

Found the sounds of the best
laid all the rest to waste
keeping pace with how fast you can move your waist
the ugly shouldn’t be errased
but the unnecessary can take that place

I hold nothing that breeds fear
a resident of resentments couldn’t see clear
Look what happened this year
Checks marks
checks cashed, embarked from the past
lost a few masks
washed the paint off my face
found the constraint
cried, “Free at last!”

every morning he writes scripture
paints it as a clearer picture
not trying to injure or get sicker
no more swishers, tinctures or liqueurs
much stricter in the structure
doing it for himself, his mother and his brothers
every morning rebuilding the architecture

19 years of courage

19 years old and has seen more of the world than most
cocaine, alcohol, homelessness

street person
suicide attempts and powerful poisons
Saw a young man more courageous than I could understand

6 months off narcotics
1 month off the ganga
I want to make sure he goes farther
gets stronger
it gets harder

Dear god, I pray that you provide a path
text messages, phone calls and jokes to make us laugh

I know tools that can turn us from fools to masters
from derelicts, to people turned healthy from being sick
answers lie in the correction, its the truth to cure obsession

Addiction is the 2nd most powerful conception after connection
baffling and cunning
19 years of courage and lets keep going.

Rob Jackson

Met a real poet
more importantly someone who has spirit

Guan Yin Tea House
hosted by Chris the San Martian
where is motivation and inspiration?

energy from tiny cups of carefully picked creations
roasted and sweet
toasted with heat
coasting to memories from a seat

two Buddhists meet
to share experience and deliverance
in different approaches to writing diligence
of finding the necessity of our adherance
the calling of hearing chance

past present and future
all get smashed together in a few hours
met a poet, met a witness
waiting to read the code
as a remedy for a sickness

still this fits into fitness of growth
to see how we can share this treassure
Friday is the publication of some answers

tell your story Brother,
others may also find the way to discover
the impact of making a pact to take a crack at
traveling into the unknown

wrapped the story with tone
into some freestyles with music from the phone
tapping into shared space from our own
what is shown in the words is more than meaning
how we relate is more than collaborating

lets build a village
an outlet for the spark of the young
a new tool to salvage songs not yet sung

time is the enemy

Not going to feel this pain forever

Love makes me suffer
but it’s worth every second

I turn up the music to full blast
then come to quiet
stark reminders of the mental riot

Trying out a diet
of nothing

fasting for 24 hours
meditating for an hour
run 5 miles until I am tired and sour

I must release these poisons
reaching out for help

hold this pain close
it will take you higher
than you have ever gone before

I know what I need
it is only time that is the enemy

Our Song

Music is a religious experience
every morning
listen to the word of God
you can speak back

Poetry is the melody
the instruments bring the rhythm
a chance to join the trance

Ecstatic is the natural state
of the universe
get involved
find your part in this composition

Some only take the time to listen
others shout into the distance
both are needed
for the masterpiece performance

Jump in head first

Well versed in the perverse
and in telling how to reverse this curse
from the best to the worst
the test is how we rehearse

Fell in love with becoming immersed

Head first
all or nothing
fall for passion, gunning for reaction
failure is part of the art of practicing action
real good at stealing should’s back
would you in fact please take a crack
at this pact of being more concerned with keeping track

how bout that?
this experiment is your body
mind finding your soul’s hobby
I hear that is how you can stay happy

catch me if you can
I am the gingerbread man
who gingerly treads on demand
supply’s biggest fan
why try only using one hand
with the other tied behind your back

Daily intervention

A great weakness teaches strength
learning patience in giving great thanks
for all the mistakes made
for the opportunities ahead

Never a wasted second
favor this present tasted in sections
taken apart
tongue playing games in the dark

Closely held secrets
only exposed to those who must know
those who trust this growth
flow to the state of ease

She holds truth in ecstasy
the ecstatic dynamic touch of her fabric
sewn to the bone
for wherever she roams

silence and stillness
alone in the filled cup of willingness
belief takes constant attention
brief us in this daily intervention

Morning Light

Morning light,
Write like it’s the first night of life
Fight for your presence to give insight
typing the measure of a moment
the awakening opens up the motion

Enjoy a nice stroll
The mornings are always where one can most easily find the soul
wake before the sun’s bold entrance
romance your presence and cadence
like softly beating a drum
gain momentum and traction
make louder movements
crescendo your improvements

Morning Light,
I remember the Texas Wild Rice