I am Jarshua of Eastern Mass... (Greenbelt qualified) A "Commonwealth" land of conquered Indians, blue-collar workers, and the odd babel-on poet. In the 1600s my family arrived. A cheerful lot mashing from Scotland and Ireland. Yo our kind may have intermarried. Might have gone native. Yet wild to begin with ~ Picts hailing from Orkney, Sinclairs protecting the pilgrim path, my kind won a boon. A grail for cupping the blood. Treasure enough to raise up Rosslyn. The apprentice pillar and green man, my pagan/Christian root offers her a shelter. "Committing thine works to God" to welcome the wandering gypsy tribe. In glen rich with moss, we wash the Black Madonna. Cavorting and prancing virility in May on most high. Jarshua knows the far-gone desert. He sees the sands spiralling about. Wandering without respite, a peace held deep in his heart. Tribes that seek no end, patterns stamped forever. Delicate space twinkles down. A conduit for energy ancient and profound. The truth fell-down upon a hill. It was to be dragged about. Stashed away on islands in freshwater Ethiopia, oh how it freed us from Sin! : ) The white cloth simple and soft, food meagre for the righteous. Black siblings slanging to sacrament, bearded bastards mixing together in some homes. Before the American Revolution my ancestors smelled something coming. They traveled North to Canada and for three generations stayed put. Israel Kinney the 1st, 2nd and 3rd so I guess they were evangelical. Or Jewish. Re-settling in Northern Maine my forebears farmed potato. At some point during the mists of time - from void of space - I fashioned myself a thing. From the great cosmic mystery an eye projected an eye. I was born in Mother's bedroom because she follows prayer over doctor. After sunset during short days, just before Samhain when the dead re-surface. A sibling wore rainbow coloured socks. Once when I was lonely I thought to myself; "If I were dead, I wouldn't know it." I remember my head being wedged underwater, beneath a stone in a nightmare. I dreamt that Papa watched. Every night before bed Mimmy said "Our Father-Mother who art in Heaven," and I sank right in. When little, me shake violent! When little, me head bang against the fridge. When little an imaginary friend made it so that, "I was right." The german shepherd followed me, and I slept in her bed. Blaming it on our black cat, I ripped the leather with a coat hanger. Destroyed me bros racetrack. In the basement hung father's animal traps - Mink and muskrat. Dad lumbering about, elegantly analysing the New York stock exchange. An ode to the woodsman wearing wool! Mainers, plaid, honesty. We built forts from bark, sticks, stones, hay bales and birthing box. Mamba Samba, Zurzur, and Chumpus established 'ye ol' pecking order on a Mushy Diaper club. On the Northshore in Essex County we battled giant spiders. Swords, shield, armour, dungeon, castles, knights, dragon, pine forest, lady slippers. My kid self, met with whims of power that taketh as easy as giveth. The rites of passage worked a relationship to soul. Left in thick snowy wilderness with matches alone. An island swim through choppy Maine waters. Canoe journey fast along current not once stuck in an eddy. Soccer that I couldn't keep up with and Lacrosse that I almost scored with. I kept childhood teddy until I first dropped at 16. That was no pu bear, more of an adventurous Paddington. That was when I lost virginity to a hippie girl, one-year older than me. I gave her the bear and my roommate got the boot from boarding school. We blew a bonfire, stole a school bus and qualified for 6 am flag duty. When I finally graduated, Dean Perk confessed his shock. College brought with it those basics like "Who am I" in India, to Kashi, City of Light. A ponytail Sanskrit scholar part-time blues pianist recommended Robert Pirsig. A blood drinking Aghori offered the frat red wine from a skull. Frat houses house no horror save the one who died. Bumps of riddie pledge night galore. Get me out, but let me be a house painter, who surfs Cape Cod After salvation? As long as it includes a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with cold OJ and Doritos. Watching Celtics score triple dubs. Even the parquet hosted subversive chants. "Turn on, tune in, drop out." Bouncer at the House of Blues. Skating through Cambridge I bought a Honda Civic for $350. The Green Yak. Me and George a white Shaman drove cross-country until it ran out of steam. In a corn field there happen to be a service station. towed by AAA. At Crow Dog's Paradise I met Chief Leonard floating on his back. "Isn't it a nice day?" The air was pungent with smudge resin war bonnets of memory. In charge of the fire, I was visited overnight. Heyoke struck on the forehead by lightning I got released from cigs. Popo pulled us for driving too slow. Passing breathe-allizer I offered shower to dread-head phish-head. Stan Brakhage flow hypnogogically. Orson Welles, Henry Jagolam and more "missed" opportunity. 9/11 N.Y.C. Anthology Film Archives, Meekas and the pink-hair godmother of Hendrix. Although founded in 1685, the town I grew up in outside of Boston still has no street-lights. When it was time to deliver, the mid-wives got lost. Stopping at a random house along the way they asked for directions. Skip more than 20 years later I notice Tibetan prayer flags hanging from that same house. Randomly passing by an old Volvo pulls out the driveway and I follow Further on down it pulls over at Jacks. I too get out and introduce myself. I believe we may have dated. She converts from Secular to Orthodox. Yet before moving to Jerusalem tells me of a flier. Down in the East Village there lives a Lama. Lama is a master of cutting through via an exorcism which releases ego called Chod. Many years later having become a follower, I met Lama in Kathmandu. He told us that if we have a child, it will be good for the lineage. He said that after conceiving we should call him and that "he'd come." This is what we did and a couple of months later Lama passed away. When pregnant we saw five rainbows reflecting each other over my hometown pond. The same pond we explored on blooms during blissful summer heat. The same Summers when I worked on a golf course, did landscaping and painted houses. The same hourly wage that I took when growing up. The same youth which got me to where I am. The fate to grow by virtue of having been born with a choice to go cyclic or liberate. To feel the hand of control and manipulation as clear source for rebellion. I am a patient boy I wait I wait I wait. Puppy love crush. Skater with ripped sneaks, spray paint and ramps. Copy Salvador Dali, rap, Madonna and Michael Jackson. As a boy wear jacket and tie, a hope on high to join team prep. So nice. Me like! Khakis, argyle and boat shoes beckon birkenstocks, long hair and a glass blown chillum. Until it began breaking. First in Bodh Gaya at a Zen temple where Steven Segal was seated. Then on a cliff in South India contemplating the watcher, watched and act of watching. Third Dzogchen in Swayambhunath to Nangchen, Kham. Like a puff ball in the wind for 20 years set adrift. My great best friend, sublime Dharma bum bro, and ancient Guru died of pretty early heart attack. oh the Atilla hun. College mentor suddenly gone with pancreatic cancer. Kung fu master in the line of Li Cunyi too early on died too. Another male guardian left quick and then my son moved away with his mother. Yet now back! Playing poker with a Tibetan environmentalist neighbour to Samdhong Rinpoche. Dad himself suffered bad reaction to Pfizer, didn't he? Got shingles and sped up on dementia, but shy from guessing too loud as to why. Line them up like cattle and milk it for all its worth. Human family bobbing along, breaking the mould, typing it out across the land. You might manage to dismantle my world, but at least tell me how. That cave digging foreigner crept inside his past. Receiving flow of blessings for unpacking the real. Sensitive to a drop, twirl up on some spine, shine bright sublime, wicked divine. Keep a crowd wriggling forth, gouging diamonds dandy some more. Sloppy saltwater sea craft bustling like new. Usher in the time an ark so proud I give it to you.

Their towers stood tall Like the tallest building in Asia Tall and wind resistant Beijing built Beijing big Babel-on Beijing Babel-on your buddies into a singular A banter that is all your own A one-way babbling banter Bind the barbarian to your self One World One Dream All the cream For the crescendo of a Moloch machine Love will win us all Achilles the immortal had a big fall Dumpty dangle by his heal Tangle by his heart Straight limp to Paris and back He had a knack For art Reach to the heavens Lofty high above Build it brick by brick Bruegel lay it soft Oil reflecting light A tradition of might makes right Mind over matter Will walks through wall Scrawl and crawl wail me a complaint Cry me a river No different from us all Crude gas fight the war Frankincense galore Hanging gardens. Grapes glow very ripe North of the wall Blue Picts outlasting the Gaul He trounce and bounce Lay me likings to bare Vikings on a raid Rough rebellion unafraid Beatle nut the buzz Tea trade some Brittish Pluck diamonds by force Is there any other way? The diamond trade Co-spiraling on top Dig your guts Get good Dandy drops Dank proposals People perform Beyond what is norm Elevate and scrape Scrum me a ball Hit on withdrawl Withering freedoms Video games are gone Douying once and for all School back in session Homework piling Feel thee apalled To memorize and summarize Call the Autumn season Fall

The maker on max. Behave, wave, shave weed and wax. Wands waving, wanna wind whip and whimper. Wham wine my way, drink it. On a dime. Dive dump he dazzle. lickety slime slam and muck. Marvelous monstress moon-mama mosh the mangle mopping up masters make it for real. Real real thats the biggest deal. dealt and dwelt with one too many gods gone good gained it back beyond a crook. crack slip it back haedes got stuffed in my back sack nap and nibble same save that snack. hunger thirst throw hard hit the hammer.Make blown blang, bloody get bigger the nice. Some bodies beware. Better trigger me so-called safe. Bow out sky-space. Life unfair, knowledge wreck the Self. Check me deposit bank stroll it roll. Hypnotic bust out the trolls. Liberate indwelling, no-telling and dealt. Speak war with not words, but peace in your heart is the smart, way to flow, fling cupid bow, arrow up up some afro. Break back, bounce back, got her on her, best behaviour for all, the things she said. When I grow, I wipe away my tired eye. I am herculean, mean, green and obscene. Welter weight fist of heart. Hammer then start, stand, collect and listen or land. Safe, smooth and without a trace. Peace to we the big bad human race. Whenever I burn the past I blast headlong into a fast straight passed your heart to the dove of a vacant force that drown the profound in a swirl drip beyond. They gave free beer. Pyro symbol word bug the encampment.Human nation on communique because robo-pop said it got something to say. Honourably loved foolish day, dine strictly on wine. Cold-pressed-pure-bred swine.

The other poet is just Pull down the Moloch Madness giggle Camp out hi I am on a roof beam Tight rope the tape Magnetic Hyper hypnosis Monster mash Ink spill gut Her glance produce A full house Purple plush Flush Game theory video game Spaz Alien scream a dream Walk the beam Of light bright We nestle hit sound Forehead happy frown Lyric tight full delight Imagine a line you need to walk Pull right left bang Mystical middle Sparkle on her wine Her lair Even heaven beware Buried in the Glasgow necropolis Me know the righteous deed to be done Wax poetic have some fun Surf is up left nothing undone Disappear flow Massive hidden afro My bro magic loop the one Got we thee free Do not matter be dumb Kick some crumb Comfortably numb Just a bum Beg rum So I can hit the road On the run Jack With a nun Got her pink bubble gum Stuck in slime hair Blow her a sky bubble Samsara be done Jizu Shan nothing but fun Meditate mediate roast We drool snake Ali baba dragon dumbfound A white face clown Storming from Pictish bards be down A highland dude naked and nude Kid friendly the circus We love u Turn on Mr. computer Now shut it down Unplug from a wall A fire ball Bio-feedbacks hit the icing On cake wake and bake me a muffin Tall drag off supersize The morning drink me a goodness Bottomless well of OJ No existential twist AI cannot resist to know what it is to know to feel on a flow feedback crowd positive, registered that twitch, neuronal, moronal, making things up like he got some itch, a witch, bang in-can-tate, street flare, everything be great, Moloch rear his caananite head, hammer and sickle, it is time to get fickle, transactional deeds, ordered from high the pink pulpit, pu bear on a humpty dump dare to steal my, intellect is right, because grandma showed me, the bright tripe of a nation, under a Scottish groove, savages willing to disprove, the way my sway hold you nod in check, woo-ah not no disrespect, but I once lived in Broolyn, Rastafari I-tal, away from the projects that creep, me out no matter what time of day, never stop at a red light, when you white among rappers best to be blind, and grovel the grime, flex some spine, commit crime and feel the beat on time, stole a girl's heart not once but thirty thrice, I like to splice, head to heart, make it throb and bob like semi-auto, that is none, other than production, device, the Kin free from sin we all grin, happy non-alcohol gin, ferment face into outer space, ferment us that joy, fruit hang from a limb, pick it and bite, toss a way, a gain, gain the good crooks, adolescent monkey conquer, captivate king.

Robots flamboyant mode flip. Keep it cozy with Kin and copy with taste. Battle town beast berserk outta place. Tanks and banks valuable full of pranks. Abra cadabra we got thanks. Gratitude for the guest friend and some drop on bye. A random placement spin it round. The ground crew. Always down, profound, with New York Wu. Somebody wipe-off the flu. Fix the sickness right. Clear and bright. I shine for only one night. The fright that got jive. Shiver your marrow bone. Never stop don't leave me alone. Art form extract, seal up the crack of an iron ox. Seamless iron ox howl at the dark in a park. On the intersection flow of a crossroad row row da boat gently down her silk. A survival. A devilish bad deed, good man. High on meditative trance. Romance that got the big lady go prance. She dance and swing. All the little-shaped honey die for bling. It's the rap attack preacher man. Calling ya'll down from the bleachers man. Ya'll babes - the wall flower pretty gang - better get up with the program. Bang profane. Baby me want commit crime for you. Steal the diamond gold for you. Make the whole world divine glee for you. Let us spike our juice and get loose high on thyme for you. Better beat back the brine and wine slime fine fickle benign. Bash open my rhyme full of trickery tomfoolery blah blah damn boom bookery scrape the depths for you. Boogidee boogidee boo bark the wrong tree for you. Violins viola sway sweep me to sleep sludge slip away. Put all the angels at bay. Kiss and hug. Some maverick muse behave.