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META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

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The Dharma Heruka

The Dharma Heruka


According to Buddha-Dharma there are six realms of incarnation within Dukkha-Samsara:
  1. Naraka-Gati: Infernal suffering ad infinitum.
  2. Preta-Gati: Eternal famine of hungry ghosts.
  3. Tiryagyoni-Gati: Bestial existence, wild as well as domestic.
  4. Manusya-Gati: Human condition; Nirvana close but elusive.
  5. Ashura-Gati: Jealous demigods locked in perpetual combat.
  6. Deva-Gati: Heavenly beings lost through blissful absorption.
Ideally, Humans should be capable of breaking this whole vicious cycle but since these realms are literal as well as allegorical, it appears our world borrows most heavily from Ashura-Gati.

Tantric doctrines also stress that chief demoniac Ashuras were pacified by Siddhartha-Gautama (historical Buddha) and enlisted as ferocious defenders of the Dharma.

Consequentially, current circumstances call for a new breed of spiritual warrior to transcend even Devas when they elevate humanity upon self-sacrificial shoulders.

Enter The Dharma Heruka . . .

http://www.obsidianeagle.com/p/soma-tantra.html
Image:  Samvara Mandala

Caliginous Penumbra

Caliginous Penumbra


Terra, Sol and Luna in winter solstice syzygy
From darkest day to brightest night
Dealing delayed epiphany

Seventh gamma ray drop
From on high down astral drain
Thunder crackle loudly through human brain

Ever softly strumming strings the spheres do gently weep
Fugacious florid script, etched with angles oh so steep
Here below all mortals sleep 'til death doth reap

Far above our demiurgic future-passe holds fast
On such succulent verbiage will infinite memory repast
Live unadulterated - boldly vaulting welkin although vast

First Will And Testament

First Will And Testament


Worried about death coming for either of us

Determined nevertheless not to make a fuss

That door's forever hinging upon our truss

Spirits calling out may be a plus

Life's mystery too grand for anyone to suss

Repeal post-mortem prayers and don't you cuss

Ashes amount to ages, running from dawn to dusk

Obsidian Eagle feathers have all four winds nonplussed

Expecting answers to every question just because _?

Few have lived real life; no need to be a gloomy gus.

Image: Destiny of The Endless from Neil Gaiman's The Sandman series.

The Bright Side of Kali

Note: Kali is Shiva’s female counterpart and is considered the ultimate destroyer because her power represents the inescapable march of time.  Although her name means ‘black one’, Sri Ramakrishna once said: “She appears black because She is viewed from a distance; but when intimately known She is no longer so.”




The Bright Side of Kali


There are times when she appears in dreams 
Either donning the masks of bygone lovers 
Or revealing a luminous visage 
Her very presence gives fulfillment 
Her silent voice calls through the void 
When thou art pressed against that bosom  
Manifestation be destroyed 
Atman cremated on her altar 
Baptized in light, so overjoyed!

She is embodied by every woman 
But too few women ever wake her
For who can hope to mirror Kalis'
 
All-encompassing allure?

The Tyranny of Words

The Tyranny of Words


De Facto benefactor of every actor
Meaning outweighs these sounds by tons not pounds
Whether Pope, Prophet, Poet, Professor - etymology is the emperor's undresser

Across genetic world wars are waged for memetic primacy; prim petty piracy
Like order out from chaos, energy gives inertia gloss
Voice of authority drowns majority

Images make transparent apparent
But lies go unreported by what a sign has purported
Wherever joke, phrase, book, or essay has vexed (check your specs) find its subtext

Government, media and religion all continue to endorse neo-colonial discourse
Baby bard irresponsible cannot be lingual constable
Psychobabble is way over vocal rabble

Wholesale Proverbs

Currently Reading:

Yoga of the Mahamudra: The Mystical Way of Balance

Wholesale Proverbs

 
Engage the flow and let its current take you where you need to go
It's better to be alone than in bad company
Everything should fuel that fire at your core
Treat rough people and experiences like a steady source of coal

Those who are unwilling to cooperate rarely pull their own weight
Anyone unneccessarily difficult is not worth the effort
Strive to maintain a balance betwixt temporary compromises
Fools dance on wise mens' graves right before the phoenix rises

Hence, look to many fine examples set by each preceding Mensch
(Cursed are the meek for it is nothing they'll inherit
By relying on a prophet whose ideals hold low merit)
Not unless one's will be brazen, will one possess such strength to wrench


Golden apples of immortality

Off Hesperides' branch.

Poetical Paradigm Shift

Poetical Paradigm Shift


Emergency measures now call for insurgency

A surge through our Nous carries forth urgency

Diverge from cool cats and their public indecency

This dirge silly fools cannot chant without hypocrisy

Don't splurge any jewels before swine kakistocracy

Purge impure fuels and thus become meritocracy

Merge useful tools to reinforce such ascendancy

Scourge a la ridicule presumptuous redundancy

On verge of cruelest rule vis a vis co-dependency

Emerge feud demure, then resplendence see ...

The Poet is DEAD — Long Live The POEM

The Poet is DEAD — Long Live The POEM

An author, a writer, the Poet
Art fact of tomorrow's society
While living may portray impropriety
Whereas full value is only gleaned by posterity

Bards embody an ideal floating within realms unreal
But no persona present can realize a new deal
Throughout semantic space we grope and feel
There between the lines one's anima will show it

Yet few can discern any message so inchoate
Years often pass in decades before meaning is procured
Poetic offspring must proclaim that these words are inured
Public illiteracy endured until readers' minds might have matured

Carom headlong past post-modern doldrums; beyond right or wrong
Carefree aplomb inhabits this song, which chorus hums alto strong
Vanity a ticking time bomb soon succumbs to the throng
Vanishing rhyme reappears via disappearing Poet

Logos Endiathetos

Currently Reading:

Man and His Symbols



Note: This week's piece is the sister-poem to last week's: Logos Prophorikos



Logos Endiathetos

 

Far enough back, during ages now interred beneath historical sediment
Mankind hailed the transcendent, immanent Godhead
By regarding nature with an utmost degree of respect


Mountains, forests, oceans, lakes and streams were held to be sacrosanct
Likewise, animals were considered divine harbingers and our closest kith
While innocence afforded us a glimpse of the ineffable absolute


Still, it gradually came to pass that men grew leery of each other
Avaricious and fratricidal, they turned against one another
Christening barbarism a new virtue
Yea, from that time forth every war has involved
Ravishing foreign virgins, pillaging rival nations and enslaving their offspring


Having shed all compassion for his fellow hominids
Homo Erectus went on to domineer wild beasts
Touted "Steward of Earth" by vainglorious priests


Homo Habilis followed suit - inventing flint implements
Which at first served as tools and then later as armaments
When Cro-Magnon slew Neanderthal, clearing way for we Sapiens


Such were the days of our infancy, obscured nowadays by pretense at civility
For we're loathe to admit that we've hardly hit puberty
Believing that we scale the very peaks of humanity
Adept with legalese and the boons of technology
Yet inept in affairs that require much sympathy


Knowing naught about providence but presumptuous theology
And estranged from the blatantly obvious reality:
To venerate one's own neighbor is quintessentially holy!


The veil has been rent in the sanctum sanctorum
Little hope is there left for regaining decorum
Lo, a world midst its throes of thermal shockwave alarum!


Logos Prophorikos

Currently Reading:

Tantric Visions of the Divine Feminine: The Ten Mahavidyas

Logos Prophorikos


Humanity reveres the Image since it alone evades all-encompassing definitions of itself while still providing thoroughgoing explanations for all else.

Entire civilizations are fashioned after the cutting edge visions of prophets because they dare to dream much more vividly than the rest of us combined. 

Panoramic vistas overbrim with sheer significance
finding resonance inside the eyes of keen beholders.

Pictures in motion captivate our attention and lull our intellects
as we gradually forget that cinema shares its esprit with real life.

But then there are those rare occasions when Icon speaks from two mouths; reconciling masculine noumenon to feminine phenomenon:

Mid an eternal interplay of evanescent young idols.

A Dignified Death

Currently Reading:

The Archaic Revival: Speculations on Psychedelic Mushrooms, the Amazon, Virtual Reality, UFOs, Evolution, Shamanism, the Rebirth of the Goddess, and the End of History

A Dignified Death


Upon returning from the promised land
He took a stroll through the woods of his boyhood
Where deer tracks lay fresh within snow
Near trails hewed by blades o'er ice

Trudging down a path he'd tread many a time
His sense of direction got muddled
Though that unrecognized tract sparked intrigue
Alas, a felled pine waylaid him thereon

'twas an august old fir
Whose enormous trunk stretched
Across its coniferous domain
Younger timbers looked on in mourning . . .

Diffused through dense canopy
Solar flares slanted earthward
While chickadees darted
Overhead of anthropical bystander

Left dumbstruck with awe
His own breath rose as mist
And he drew in the smell of that passing
Heightened blood pumped blessedly then

Informed by those splendid surroundings:
"When majestic trees tumble - upright loners are called out to witness
 Because all living things, be they massive or small
 Can depart with immeasurable greatness!"

Second Syntax

Currently Reading:

Kant and the Platypus: Essays on Language and Cognition

Second Syntax

Incessant internal banter
The tower of Babel spins
Yarns strewn throughout one's ego
Like play by play commentary
In a vessel that never fills

Do not distress overly much
If broken tape throws for a loop
When perception tinges memory
Every body lets mind ramble
While understating sooth

Yet verbal thought be but a bough
Growing from the trunk of consciousness
There are countless others anyhow
Like silent knowledge (Gnosis)
Dreams, and consensual bliss

The Great Matter

The Great Matter

When the one who wrote this is gone, shall our species have gotten much further along?

We are each a brief candle, which no recounting can rekindle

Within austere walls of Zendo (meditation halls), one question above all:

What means the Great Matter of life and death for those caught in the middle?

Who has ears for the Bards of yesteryear other than those Poets now here?

Why such aversion to departure when presence itself can be torture?

Where does a soul dream if its body leaves behind mundane stream?

Will we receive otherworldly consolation or face eternal damnation?

Were scriptures reliable then perhaps planning would be viable

Without that however, each of us takes a lonesome dive into forever . . .

Didactus Proclaimeth

Currently Reading:

Metamorphoses: A New Translation by Charles Martin

Didactus Proclaimeth:

Like a mirror shattered into countless fragments
The jagged, incongruent edges of each individual human
Refract the sacred light of ethereal Being through mundane imperfection
Our species an endless hall where illusion reigns and truthful glimmers go nearly unnoticed

Nonetheless, such collective folly does not actually negate life's underlying sanctity
Godliness is next to us during every given moment if we can only bypass Ego
That pitiable byproduct derived from religious and sociological brainwash
Our peril inadvertently handed down through well-meaning predecessors

This vicious cycle must be broken!

People, may your poets serve as prophets in an age devoid of soul
For they're often secret heralds who portend a brave new world
Where the balance between materialism and mysticism thrives
Our single shards conglomerated into an iridescent prism

Let not these hours pass idly, given to spectacle or speculation
Clutch the stars themselves and dare to reorganize this universe
So that instead of lamenting over how pathetic their ancestors were
Our descendants might look up with beaming pride at novel constellations

Thus hath Didactus spoken!

Image: Cosmic Angel courtesy of Martin Mancha

Re-Union (side B) by Special Guest Earthen Hawk

Note: This week's piece is a direct poetic response to last week's: Re-Union

Kudos to Earthen Hawk for maintaining the literary form of poésie sans poète (Poetry devoid of I, ME, MY and MINE).



Re-Union (side B)


Aural Narcotics and literary highs
Scraps of nature in Crackton will have to suffice
Asanas at intervals
Anti-logos kinetic
Here it rains synchronicity
The mental climate synesthetic
When judgments are suspended
Biorhythms show their wisdom
Overanalysis got traded for skin
and LCD Soundsystem

Image: Ardhanariswara - the fused form of Shiva-Shakti (masculine-feminine).

Re-Union

Re-Union


Exhaling lines from Naked Lunch down on riverbank
An afternoon lit for Dharma Lion Beats
Language laden with superficial rank
Except when sung in the streets
Momentous Yogic absorption
Second syntax cuts through
Phallogocentric subversion
Incantations read by you.

The song be well-known
Our ears hear its refrain
"Naturally, entangled bones
Shall come together yet again!"
Chemical Brothers took us Further
Than we could have expected to ride
Wavelets of sound go commit ego murder
When worlds such as these two do collide.

Allegorical Misadventure

Currently Reading:

Colonialism and Neocolonialism (Routledge Classics)



Author's Note: Written for a friend suffering from a crippling addiction to crack-cocaine.




Allegorical Misadventure


Brought to the brink of desolation by his brother
Abel was unable to discern a valid pattern amid distorted ether
Where a threshold dividing sanity and insanity stretched on
For at least twelve hours spanning an interval within which
Friends seemed like enemies and strangers were strangely familiar

Minutes hung in the air like smoky strata
Hours flew by fast as photons
Memories mingled with living moments
Giving birth to future longings
Erratic yet static until Cain fled without warning

Exiling himself to inhospitable wilderness
Where he fed on thorns and drank what few drops
He could squeeze from the stones with raw fists
Not realizing that his brother had forgiven him
And bore him no ill will whatsoever

Though incredibly clever
Cain forsook his staunchest ally
In a foolhardy attempt to tempt heaven
For barring its gates against their parents
As well as the whole human diaspora

Abel would recover over time
But could never feel quite complete
Since his heart had been maligned
Such is the cruel fate of our kind
From cradle to coffin down six feet beneath

The Interloper

Currently Reading:

Coyote Blue: A Novel

The Interloper


Seen only by other felines
He skulks through the shadows
At most ungodly hours

Spewing noxious vapor down alleyways
And deserted parking lots
But with nostrils flared upward
Inhales light from heaven

A denizen of darkness
Not quite one species nor another
Camouflaged by gaps in our common continuum

Trees speak to him as do rocks and bodies of water
Inscribing human sin upon memory
For they recognize a missing link
Who yearns to exhort:

Skip one step in evolution
Dare to cross this burning bridge
Before its embers are dispersed beyond retrieval

Anachronistic friend, join those few on yonder ridge!

Standing Tall Despite The Fall

Currently Reading:

The Fall of America: Poems of These States 1965-1971 (City Lights Pocket Poets Series)

Standing Tall Despite The Fall


Begrudging the drudgery of nine-to-five purgatory
Where repetitive Top 40 hits add insult to injury

Every day spent in penance for hearts broken at war
Cracking rocks in a quarry 'till bone and muscle go sore

Loose ends struggle to meet in the middle
Life's meaning? Poor thought-out riddle!

Hair grizzled like granite, feet made of clay
Would-be lover back home gone astray

Connecting link with Great Spirit all rusted by dust
Fewer allies are there now left to trust

Waning hopes turn to despair around here
Yet even so - inside this chest dwells no fear.


Image: "Full Hollow" Ichigo from Bleach

Mortality's Morality

Currently Reading:

The Prince (Signet Classics)

Mortality’s Morality

The Good you ask?
A relativistic concession!
Evil wears every mask
Sinners will hear your confession

Much bloodshed throughout history
Was then considered just cause
There really is no mystery
Of why we challenge old laws

The Good apparent only
When present becomes past
Future judges, lofty, lonely
While dead culprits are amassed

As we now pass judgement on yesterday
So by tomorrow on us shall it pass
Yet who can rightfully say
If any purview will last?

Come Heaven or Hanging Comets (Bi-Lingual Edition)


Aunque Se Venga El Cielo o Cometas Colgantes

Juntos, nos podemos enfrentar contra cualquier cosa
Querida Suzanna, nuestras cuerdas astrales estan atadas
Aunque estos cuerpos no sean unidos
Conquistaremos el destino
Bella dama de espadas
El quien te guarda la espalda
No tan solo quiere levantar tu falda
En vez busca alguna manera de evitar fracasar
Mientras tratar de comprovar que lo debes amar
Por eso deja vuestra puerta abierta para darle entrada al discipulo, maestra!



Come Heaven or Hanging Comets

Together, we can confront anything
Dearest Suzanne, our astral chords are intertwined
Although these bodies may not be joined
We shall conquer destiny itself
Beauteous Queen of Swords
He who guards your back
Does not merely desire to lift your gown
But rather seeks a way to avert failure
While proving that you really ought to love him
So leave the gates open for this humble subject to enter your majesty!

Epicurean Accomplishments

Currently Reading:

Shiva: The Wild God of Power and Ecstasy

Epicurean Accomplishments


Gallivanting downtown on a Saturday night

Anyone could have sworn: this throng is an outpour of Maenads!
 
We were drinking like fish
We'd been smoking like chimneys
Then cut up lots o' rug
While tripping on ecstasy

 
House beats were hitting hard against our SURFACE
When all of us flowed as Shiva Nataraja promised
Because time isn't money - time's verve in motion
Oh and by the way, rain indoors, qualifies as miraculous

 
So just relax, keep it simple
Be aloof but stay humble
Lose self within action
To recall what's eternal

 
For those who breathe every moment
Shall surely traverse the immense breadth of infinity
Before anyone else can even
Complete the blink of an eye!

 

Opinionated Young Men

Currently Reading:

City at the End of Time

Opinionated Young Men


Thoughts naught but thinly veiled agitation
Outspoken whenever there's occasion
Convictions without factual validation

Hatchlings peck at mother hen

Teenage lions patronize the pride
Impatient toward elders who preside
Overeager for openings to deride

Opinionated young men

Deaf except to their own voices
Greenhorns spooked by sudden noises
Leaving the civil with few kind choices

If you have had enough, say when . . .

Comedy, Divine ?

COURT FOOL, n. The plaintiff.~ Ambrose Bierce 
 



Comedy, Divine ?


Laugh as if your lives depend on it

The wisdom of humor often falls on deaf ears

Just because something's funny doesn't make it trivial

Comedians are overlooked for pointing out what's obvious

Yet few others can phrase matters thus succinctly or pointedly

Classic theater is represented by both tragic and comic masks

Spreading mirth might be the least appreciated of all art forms

Most people are either unable or refuse to look past crudity

They miss any messages mischievously packaged within jokes

Which is why the fool wields such secret power

Play's that thing wherein lies ensnared mind of a king

So seriously, do laugh like your lives depend on it!

Absurdist Posts A Personals Ad

Absurdist Posts A Personals Ad

Single male, over thirty
(a dodgy old sketch-bag to be sure)
Seeks feminist basket-case:
"Let us iron things out!"

Fond of breathtaking landscapes, possessing remarkable acumen
And overwhelmed by his robust desire to nurture
This particular specimen cannot help but hunting high-caliber quarry
Since he often envisions himself as a champion deep down

In his short span he has met insurmountable obstacles
Employing wits that match sinews on an endomorph frame
Tanned during days spent along Central-America's isthmus
Hatching ploys for coup d'etat among the dissident waifs
Of post-Cold-War colonialism - beyond libety's gates

Longs to play mind-games with an equal who hails from greener pastures
Before locking legs with her to enact pantomimes
Which imitate subversive carnal acts portrayed on celluloid
By dint of supra-objectifying lens

Would not mind siring a race of iconoclastic malcontents
(if only to sabotage globalization astride its unremitting march)
So please respond post-haste using code-phrase:
"Amantes sunt amentes!"

** Offer valid indefinitely to she who won't settle
for abusive, two-faced cons who'll just tarnish her mettle
**

Interplay At The Interstice

Interplay At The Interstice


Betwixt serendipitous and portentous
Lies elastic gap of Interstice
Symmetry framed by four points of compass

Symbols taken literally are mired mid seriousness
While we of light letters break free from such fetters
An implicit order sings explicit yet tacit
No need to explain what is obvious to wit

Ludic imperative rings clear
Through post-millennial Noosphere
Abject objectivity is petrified with fear
Though there's no evil to hear of around here
Unless of course one falters when playing by ear

All opposites meet in the middle
Blending intention via tension
Why settle for second fiddle
If conducting sounds out that dimension?

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