Poem you wrote in 1993

She left tears on my hand
from crying all night
and someone's been
trying to turn
on the light
cant keep running
not into the same walls
and there's something
all wrong.

(this poem is really deep)

"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."

This cant be happening ( a poem)

I am being messed with
in the spirit realms
because of world war two
oh how i really need you.

I am in so much pain
over you and
the earth plane
I need you
just ask my new tattoo

My crown chakra
completely being messed with
you are my only angel
oh how they mess with you too.

You give me beautiful gifts
in the spirit realm
and then the master guide
messes with them
and you think its me
Oh how much your beautiful gifts
mean to me.

He manipulates me
to cause harm to you
it is tearing me apart
oh how i need you
and a brand new start.


"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."

United (a poem) published in 1996 at Yale University

Fishing in a sea of illusions,
time changes now
this moment.
I must dig deeper now
deeper that I have
ever gone before.
to be alive
whole so many of us die.
TO live again
while so many of us die
to live again
know the god within
I feel the ego crumble
right before my eyes
it is the goal
Faith, dedication and love
that is the ticket to rising
above all the worldly problems
earthly existence is made up of
find peace in the heart
do not jump or
meander along the karmic highway
I have said goodbye to all
that I am not.

"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."

My deep male body (short poem #25)

My deep male body
its changes comfort
the god within
My deep male body
with my deep cock
comforts the woman within
My deep male body
with its newly grown hair
its smell intoxicating you
My deep male body
oh how it loves
to hump you.

"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."

The Windmill

Her big white blades
move ever so slowly
with the whispering wind
the blades spin around
the windmill is alive
forever with birds
nestling within
her stone body
ever so gracefully around she goes
like a ballet dancer
on her toes
people come from many miles
just to look upon
her gracious soul
alone she sits
thinking to herself
many years have I stood
my arms made of wood
ready to be swung
whenever my friend the wind comes.

"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."

If only for a weekend

If only for a weekend
come to me
If only for a little while
make love to me
If only you could fly
and be with me
If only I had listened
she would be with me.
If only she could take the first step
she would merge with me.

"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."

The Merger

The queen and king need to merge
their bodies need to hump
for the good of the earth plane
We need to go to Babylon
but first we need to go to bed.
The king and the queen need to merge
They need to make love
for the good of the earth plane
Please merge with me my love
and save the planet with me
not to mention our soul's.


(It's real important)


"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."

The pain of Christmas

Everyone is in a lot of pain over what happened to me at Christmas. My family, My job, the place I use to volunteer at, Seattle, NYC, CT, ME, my friends, northwest Hardcore scene, my music, TCM, everyone I had spiritual connections with and especially you. It wasnt a normal suicide attempt. If only. Something fucked up happened to me spiritually and otherwise. I wish I could really type out what happened but I dont want anyone to think I am fucking crazy, if only. You see I was a really important spirit soul, the avatar of the USA but I was in so much pain over my last lifetime, WWII and WWI and this lifetime that I wasnt aware of my full power. There were forces at work that wanted to stop me from putting a wrench in their works and unfortunately it worked. Now I am in a lot of pain and now I need you more than fucking ever, I needed you before but now i need you even more, but you are 3500 miles away and with someone else. oh joy the pain of what they did to me.




"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."

sleepless nights (short poem#25)

sleepless nights
I have had many
if it wasnt for you
holding me in spirit
I would not know what to do.
We are both in a lot of pain
because of world war two.
My sweet angel of Divine Creativity
how I love you.




"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."

More past lives.

I was Joan of Arc and you were my sister. When we were witches it was the soul of James Cagney that proceeded over our trial. Then when we were king and queen of england we cut off his head. Oh what a twisted web we weave.

"Wars May Come and Wars May Go But Art Is Forever."