TO ALFRED...

Alfred

By Obsidian c. 2010

...and so i cried at

Alfred Washington's grave

there i heard piano keys

tickle ivories old jazz-time strokes

and Art Tatum was the most

Bible-thumping Alfred Washington

a cornucopia of useless historical biblical knowledge

and canonical tones

i was just a black boy

trapped in ghetto's plight broken

windows tring to escape his fate

black & white ivory keys

promised to set me free

from the chains of a forbidden

South Bronx rite

Alfred Washington was

Be-Bop's epitome of epic scale

chords and arpeggios

diatonic triads

"E G B D F

Every Good Boy Does Fine

G B D F E

F A C E

& A C E G"

Running my bony fingers up

and down the scales

became the new religion of

salvation to me

flat scales

sharps

and inversions

saved a nappy headed Negro

boy from gansta's delight

and dark foreboding jail cell's

cold steel blight

i quit my piano lessons

at 14 wanted to box and

play basketball

Sugar Ray Leonard

and Magic Johnson dreams

escape my father's screams

but i still hear Alfred Washington

tickling the ivories in between

finally i come to the

grave sight of a jazz musician

rhapsody's peaceful sleep

and bent my tired poet's

knees not to pray...

but to weep

JACKED

JACKED

By "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2010

this was the house

that held the ring

that held the hand

that drove the car

that opened the garage

that led to the bed

that bore the children

that heard the scream

that JACKED the dream

that led to the papers

that brought forth the lies

that tore down the bricks

in the house that Jack built..

and in The End

there's just wine, women, and song

this was the house

that held the ring

that held the hand

that drove the car

that opened the garage

that led to the bed

that bore the children

that heard the scream

that JACKED the dream

that led to the papers

that brought forth the lies

that tore down the bricks

in the house that Jack built..

and in The End

there's just wine, your hand on your cock, some vaseline, and song

this was the house

that held the ring

that held the hand

that drove the car

that opened the garage

that led to the bed

that bore the children

that heard the scream

that JACKED!! the dream

that led to the papers

that brought forth the lies

that tore down the bricks

in the house that Jack built..

and in The End

after all the viagra, lavitra, and ciales has failed

there's just wine, and song

this was the house

that held the ring

that held the hand

that drove the car

that opened the garage

that led to the bed

that bore the children

that heard the scream

that JACKED the dream

that led to the papers

that brought forth the lies

that tore down the bricks

in the house that Jack built..

and in The End

...there's just songs

TO THE LATE POET YICTOVE

Beautiful

By “OBSIDIAN!!!” c. 2009



when light cascades into
a multitude of rainbow colours

it is BEAUTIFUL

when the sun shines at the
height of its powers and
then sets upon a haze of
violet clouds

it is BEAUTIFUL

Eye will never know what
colours of the rainbow you
beheld on the day you gave
up your soul and was
finally set free from the confines
of this tired world so full
of lies...

but i know the truth
that your words brought
joy to the hearts of
so many

and that you were...

2 NOBODY...

Therapist, “So, did you cross the river?”

OBSIDIAN, “No, not yet.”


The Dreamtime 13
By “OBSIDIAN!!!” c. 2009



Perhaps that’s
All we ever had
In life
Was the dreamtime

And to dream is
To live in a life
So filled with disappointments
And illusions

Eye close my eyes
At night and return
To the dreamtime
There eye finally reach
The shores…

And then I dream
Of You and it is
Then that I remember
When we use to walk
Hand in hand past the
Ruins of the lost and
Sunken continent
Of Mu…

MOM!...DID YOU CALL ME???...

Purple Elephants Conversing with you in Latin

By "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2009







they say

it's just a pill



a shake from the bottle

and a cup of water

is all



but when its

geomancy confluences

hit your ever flowing

stream like a moth

that's not suppose to

emerge from a cocoon...



there you are



but they say you're

cured and like the

new slur in your speech



and find it sexy



oh, where was i?


that's the point



stay away from the

meds Magical Child



and let the purple

elephants break it down

to you



in Latin...

PAY NO ATTENTION TO THAT SAUCER IN THE SKY...

GRATITUDE
By "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2009


And i have come to
discover that the whole
purpose in life is to have
gratitude to the Creator for
allowing us to participate in
this bizarre human experience...

the rest is nothing
but confusement...

...MY RESPONSE TO MIKE & THE MECHANICS

Father
By “OBSIDIAN!!!” c. 2009



it's easy to hate your father
...my father?
i hated him
then i became him
& learned to
love him
and then he died...

THE THRONE...

"...And in The End it's the love you make that's equal to the throne..."
-"OBSIDIAN!!!"

THE ALCHEMICAL MARRIAGE OF CHRISTIAN ROSENCRUZ...

!!YO!...I JUST WANNA EXPOUND UPON THE PROFUNDITY OF THE HITHER-TO-UNKNOWN SACRED PROCESS OF ALCHEMICAL CHANGES IN THE SUBTLE BODIES OF INDIVIDUALS FROM DAY-TO-DAY...MAN!...HAVE I BEEN POPPING 1 TOO MANY PILLS, TODAY!..."
-"OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerpt from "Zen is Now" c. 1994]

Chastity



I shine, you shine and
The stars are dim by comparison
I explode! You inflate and the universe
Is too late, expanding inside of us
Stars die out and we’re still here
Radiant, inferno, and oh! So solitaire

The sun sinks, green leaves die
Tired old trees ripple beneath hazy
Orange sky under beneath a young mare
Who gives birth and then yields up
Her life and dies, while pretty daffodils
Wave lazily beating away the flies

I love the beauty and the colour of your
Mane, the flowing hair like poppy seeds
Scattering in the breeze like baby’s breath
And the groan of birth , and the blood
And the pain, and the stain
Of life and death, and oh!
I fear the dragon’s breath the
Rushing sound of his sucking
In wrath, hastening to ignite
This flame, obliterating
The wheel of life as he unfurls! To blow
His lethal rain and stain our undersides
With shame

I want but to take you to the other
Side, where placid seas ripple and
Then subside, subduing our passions as we
Ride out the thunderstorm, the heavens
Grew tired, yet I’m still in your arms

YO!...U BETTER STOP SPRAYING THAT THERE FLOUROCARBON HAIRSPRAY INTO MY ATMOSHERE, YOU!!!...

Solis Invictus
BY "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2007



Sunpot
Suntan
Sunscreen
Sunburst

Hail Hail Solis Invictus!

Sunshine
Sunset
Sun-up
Sundown

Hail Hail Solis Invictus!

Sundance
Sundry
Sunflower
Sundail

Hail Hail Solis Invictus!

This morning
I looked up between the
Tall buildings to view
The sun but i couldn't
For the want of the
Ozone and it was day

NO sunspots
No suntan
Too many sunscreens

What happened to Solis Invictus?

Shoeshine
Upset
Throw up
Get down

What happened to Solis Invictus?

Can't dance
Too dry
Wilted flowers
Spinning Dail

What happened to Solis Invictus?

We use to bow
Down to you but
Now neon lights
Will do
I'm gonna turn my
Back to the west like
The Cherokees do

"HAIL HAIL SOLIS INVICTUS!"

FOLLOW THE HUDSON NORTH...

POUGHKEEPSIE

By "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerpt from "This
Eye of Mine"] c. 2007

i bet your boyfriend from Poughkeepsie
doesn't dream of landscapes
parted by highways running
besides flowing streams
of dark rivers separating
the world of now from
the worlds beyond
sufforcated by the rush
of luxuriant trees tossed
about by storms...

i bet you your boyfriend from Poughkeepsie
doesn't fear the darkness
as it overspreads
dread the darkness as it
overspreads the land
-tornado ridden
twister-torn kelly fields
in the world beyond his
wildess dreams...

i bet you your lover from Poughkeepsie
is not want to touch
the child within afraid
to touch the child within
that use to wrap himself
tight behind a blanket
-afraid
of too many blows
of too many beatings
-belt shy behind a
daggerless cloak
belt-shy in a busted down
ghetto apartment in
the bronx
devoid of dreams

to rise again
as a poet from the bronx

i bet you your lover from Poughkeepsie
didn't open the closet doors
at night to behold
worlds without end in
a whirlwind-
worlds without end!
from dark nights filled
with his mother's screams
to fall into the
crevices of his mind
and to rise again
as a poet
from the bronx
from the crevices of
his mind ancient and furlong
breathless and eternal
from a void promising eternity
in its own way

i bet you your boyfriend from Poughkeepsie
only awaits you with
his own desires with
his own beliefs
-poetless
with his own church of beliefs
-poetless
in a parking lot with
his own busted down car
and his own wanting
world...

CHEROKEE PEOPLE...

Cherokee Soul Box [Vol.1] by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2006

there's a freedom that

comes with this you know

there's a freedom that comes

with this wild ride this suicide

gangbang tied blood thrilled

scream-filled night

FIGHT!

there's a freedom that

comes with this you know

there's a freedom that comes

with this red blooded cherokee

HOWL! that coyote tailed

breakway flash that

boulder-dash! native american

clavary CHARGE!

tamahawk scalpel snatch...

HOWL!!!

that custer's last

stand on the jagged cliff

that glisterine powdered fire!

nervously ignited nose

riff of a thunderous

blade white flashing like lightning

step-off-the-cliff!

there's a freedom that

comes with this you know

there's a freedom that

...comes

...with

this...

[Eulogy]:

"...and in "The End"

he became an idiot

and in "The End"

he became a buffoon

and engaged in all kinds

of buffoonery...

he use to enjoy the light

from her dark brown eyes but

now he see the darkness

that hides in inside...

-No!

now he sees the darkness

everywhere...

he use to like to lay

like a pretzel in his mother's

arms at night...

but now at night he sees the

clowns drawing ever so closer

but now at night he sees

the clowns drawing ever

so near..."

-YEAH!!

there's a freedom that

comes with this you know

there's a freedom that comes

with this wild feathered apache

ride this split laughter broken-arrow

shot breakdance raw cow hide

behind the shadows of words

smithed inside the arrows

of poems

verses vesus the pitfalls

of the poetry of his mother's

Bible thunp-

Bible thumping lies! spread

out like dead cherokees

sprawled out sideways along

a ghetto landscape

landslide...

JUMP!!

-HOWL!!

release your DNA

1/3 part african

1/3 part cherokee

1/3 part of the U.S.A.

but-STOP!! because you're still

a nigger so you squeez the

trigger of another 'the pen's mightier

than the sword' ATTACK!!

step back black! before you get

slapped with another felony...

so i stand on this indian

cliff with the spread of the

whole of new york city!

inspite of me...

as a cherokee free

to ride these tamahawk winds

like my red blooded ancestors

who proceeded me...

there's a freedom that comes

with this...

DOWN!! the long drop of

the spiraling cliff

infront of me...

cherokee

free

broken arrow

PALE FACE LAWS!

NO!!

free-dumb-me

feathers fly

sun

burning

landscapes inside of me

horizons

another

cherokee

has escaped!!

newsflash:

"ANOTHER

CHEROKEE

HAS ESCAPED!"

SSSSHHHH! BE QUIET...

The Shadow
By "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2009



Why have you abandoned him
Like some wayward child?
Why have you left him to fall unwanted
Into the darkness
Kept in the distance contaminated
With your misguided point of view?

He’s laughing now so
Embrace him
He is cold
But his heart has desires
That are not forgotten
By you

Dark Moor
Contriver of such mischief
And sin
Come to me now and
Let me embrace you
For you are cold and
Ostracized much in vain

Tell me, what is your
Heart’s desire for perhaps
I desire it too

What?

I cannot possibly do that
Sort of thing but I
Already have many times
In the depths of my sleep
But it was only a dream
And dreams are but
Clashing brass
And I have awaken from
That spell, so tell me
Something different
Something that I can
Tell my friends, while sipping
Coffee in a shop

I too was an abandoned
Child left alone to wander
In the forest of my dreams

But I have long-since repented
Of these iniquities
You are so brash!
From what darkness were
You formed?
Was it before the world
Was enshrouded by light?

NO!

The things you whisper
Are unspeakable, but I
Love it!
You darling rascal
Stop while you still have
A chance before I
Banish you to the place
From whence you came

Well, alright I’ll give you
Some reprieve, for you
Are my shadow and I cannot
Deny you again

I Am thirsty for the
Words you speak I too
Wish to Be born from
The flames to dance
Naked in the howling
Winds to take hold
Of the roots of trees

You are drawing closer now
And I am afraid your
Voice is like wind
Your eyes are like mine
But deeper

Just who the fuck
Are you, my shunned and
Despised Moor of
The soul? Rake
Me over the coals and
Make me laugh again

I shall choke you and
Choke you again I
Shall spit into the wind
What shall we do now
That I have accepted you
Into the confines of
My burning heart?

A LITTLE SOMETHING FROM MY TEENAGE YEARS...

The Pilgrims
By "OBSIDIAN!!!"LongRiver c. 1978

here i stand along without you
puzzled from wondering about you
it seems as if it was just yesterday
we fell in love

and though i'll often wane and weep
and even find it hard to sleep
my pride is mine

for this i'll keep

i know i'll do without you

here we stand alone and cold
ready to adjourn our pilgrimage road
love is blind is what we're told
loyalty's hard to attain

i fear no foe nor fret my friend
but hold to life hope ours
not end for we shall stand
alone again i know now
love is vain

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!...

8 DAYS
By "OBSIDIAN!!!"LongRiver c. 2009

it's New years Eve!
the balls gonna drop
pop the champaign and
drain away yester-years
fears and pain...

kiss the Queen and
the one you love
get laid in a warm
bed while the snowflakes
wash away the debris
of the Skeksies too
broke to have a hangover
the next day...

Oh, Me?

what's my plan for
New Years Eve?

I'mma bum a couple of
bucks from anyone i can
buy myself a 40oz of
Nigger Kill-
spill my semen in
my hand...

smoke myself a bone
put my headphones on
listen to the silky smooth
voice of Marlena Shaw
sing: "Go away little boy"
so sultry and deep

and cry
myself to sleep
for 8 days...

UNTIL THE NEXT CONTACT...PEACE!...

A DEDICATION
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 1995



To my father
who died with all The Knowledge
in his head

To my mother
who taught me to
read “The Book”
in my bed

To the Great Architect Of The Universe
who created the world
with a word
She said

I offer a prayer
that these poem might
be widely read
-Amen Ra

OF THE SACREDOTAL...

Lectures on the Square
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerpt from "Zen is Now" c. 2006]



i see you over there
holding the compass and the square

you old pythagorean
geometrician
mystical
magical
top hat wearing
magician
spinning
fibers of space time
like a mad electrician
setting the condition
for a new dimension
-al partition

i see you over there
holding the compass and the square

you old masonic
craftsman
philosophical draftsman
compass wielding
copper smelting
past master
circumnavigating
traveler
circumambulating
arcane dabbler
of trigonometric matter
mastering trigonometry
while circumscribing
tetrahedral geometry

i see you over there
holding the compass and the square

you old oceanographer
rune shaking
cryptographer
stone guilding
cathedral building
royal arch
philosopher stone
seeking archaeologer

i see you over there
holding the compass and the square

-yeah

TO THEDA DETLOR...THANK YOU FOR SHINING A LITTLE LIGHT UPON US FELLOW POETS...NOW YOUR LIGHT BELONGS TO THE STARS...

Theda
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008



flowers dance
flowers arc
why are some flowers
set in the dark?

flowers whirl
flowers spin
why does the winter time
seem to never end?

flowers open
flowers toil
flowers meet up with flowers
to form a bouquet
upon a wall...

flowers dance
flowers bend
some flowers break off
and get tossed
...by the wind

OF THE RITUAL...

Dervish
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 1999

from the stone to the throne
from the throne to the stone

under the canopy of Muwaki
we met at night

from the stone to the throne
from the throne to the stone

round and round we whirled
the circle tight

and Ibin Azize makes salat on
his knees while galaxies spin
away listlessly in the night

from the stone to the throne
from the throne to the stone

round and round we hold
hands as we pull the
circle in our flight

from the stone to the throne
from the throne to the stone

Sheik Mekmed's turban
gets caught in a loop of light!

REMEMBERING YOU

PROPS
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2001

when we use to walk hand in hand
like puppets dangling by a string
then
all of the world around us seemed
like props
now that the strings that
bind us has been cast away
once again
the props
have become the world

ABSURD ISN'T IT?...

Life
By "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008

Life
It's the greatest
Experience that i'll
Never remember...

THE TIME IS NOW TO AWAKEN, MY DEAR...

The Awakening
By "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008

Christ!
The Dragon
Is awakening

Cthulhu has opened
His eyes from
Millennia’s sleep...

THE 1ST CHRIST

The Two Caves
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008

The true light is
Hidden in the darkness
It comes to you like
The mother Innana
Sophia the bringer of
Forbidden wisdom from the
Fruit of the forbidden tree
Effluvium light!
Light my way out of
This darkness!
That mine eye can
see...

THE KINGDOM IS WITHIN YOU...

The Orichalcum Ship
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008



i met a man
i don't know if it
was in this body
or the next

as i fell into my head

i met a man and
i don't know if it
was in this life
or the next

but he carried me away
to the 3rd heavens

as i fell into my head

where an angel
spoke to me
in inutterable words
words i cannot speak

as i fell into my head

across the distant
milkyway i left
the Lady of Sorrows
upon the white-faced
moon who spoke
unspeakable words

as i fell into my head
aboard the orichalcum ship

so come with me to
the lost kingdom of
Nablashana
because in Nablashana
did kublah khan take flight
on a comet at night
away from the
terrible crystal

as i fell into my head
aboard the orichalcum ship

the Lady of Tears
i left on the white-faced
moon bound by chains
which bound the worlds
in an ocean of blue
sorrow

so take a flight with
me and the man from
the 3rd world as we
fall into my head
aboard the orichalcum ship

"The spoken word is the
most powerful thing in the world."
-Paul Mooney

MYSTICAL REFLECTIONS...

"The greatest form of sorcery and alchemy
is poetry with it our hearts are opened
with an obsidian blade-and held up to the sun!"
-"OBSIDIAN!!!"

DON'T FORGET TO BREATH, GRASSHOPPER...

CHI
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008



breath the chi, babey!
don't get lost
ride the breath
of the dragon...

ABOUT TIME...

Shoe
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008



I'm just waiting for
the other shoe to drop...

I could be a mummy tucked
away in millenial's sleep
or a grizzley bear hybernating
in a tunnel deep

Just waiting for the other
shoe to drop...

So what the hell is time?
but a series of events
spread out in a line

1 shoe 2 shoes-stop!
a pistol shot starts
the Boston marathon run

So what the hell is time?

Race to the mailbox
for a correspondence from
the other side of the world

Waiting in line
waiting for your time
to die...

I'm just waiting for
the other shoe to drop...

So what the hell is time?

ABOUT SEX...

Sex
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008



it's like engaging
in buffoonery and
coming out of it
and saying: "what the fuck
have i done?"

BLOOD MAKES THE GRASS GROW GREEN...DRILL SERGEANT!...

muthafucka
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008



muthafucka-
i have a chip on
my shoulder the
size of New York

and i'm dying for
you to knock it off
just brush up against
me again and i'll tear
into your soul like a
bad case of the ebola virus

yeah i'll tear right
through your soul
and into your very essence

then soul will meet soul
like we did in antient times!
when soul clashed with soul
like we did way back in
antient times!

like in the time of Alexander
and the Ptolomies

muthafucka-

like we did in the times
of the Persians under
Artaxerxes

like we did back in
the days of Pharaoh Necho
and Nabopollassar

muthafucka-

i'll tear into
your soul like we did
in antient times!
when soul met soul
on the battlefields of
Meggido when the
Assyrian king Sin-shar-iskun
clashed against the Babylonians
under Nebuchadnezzar

like when Hannibal came up
against the Romans
like they did in the days
of Robert the Bruce
and Williams Wallace

-muthafucka

yeah i have a chip on
my shoulder the size
of New York
and i'm dying for
you to knock it off

-muthafucka

"JUST REMEMBER THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL MAYBE YOU"-Arrowsmith

THE RU
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c.2008



Bessed is the Ru that
takes away the darkness
and brings about the infinite light!

Blessed is the Ru that
takes away the darkness
and brings about the infinite light!

a tree
a blade of grass
the wind
blazing the 4 corners
of your ass, buddy

Bessed is the Ru that
takes away the darkness
and brings about the infinite light!

a mountain top
a cloud
rain fall and
a babbling brook
at night

Blessed is the Ru that
takes away the darkness
and brings about the infinite light!

thunder
a bolt of
neon light
a forest fire
raging
spreading across
the trees

Blessed is the Ru that
takes away the darkness
and brings about the infinite light!

Blessed is the Ru that
takes away the darknesss
and brings about the infinite light!

Aleph
Beth
Gamel
Daleth

Blessed is the Ru that
takes away the darkness
and brings about the infinite light!

eagle feathers
the cry of a wolf
a tornado
roaring across
the plain
a sight to see

Blessed is the Ru that
takes away the darkness
and brings about the infinite light!

Blessed is the Ru that
takes away the darkness
and brings about the infinite light!

Blessed
is
the Ru
that
takes
away the
darkness
and
brings
about
the infinite
light...

THESE EYS OF MINE...

Iron Sights
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008



i use to close
my eyes everytime
i fired my M16

afraid of fire
afraid of light

so i asked my Drill Sergeant
"Drill Sergeant! why do i close
my eyes everytime i fire
my M16?"

"'cause you're a bitch!"
[laughter from the platoon]
"no, seriously, Drill Sergeant!
why do i close my eyes
everytime i fire my M16?"
"cause you're a dick!"

after that i never closed
my eyes again

through Bagdad
and mujahadeen screams

i never closed
my eyes again

through the siege of Fallujah
saw battle buddies close their
eyes to rest eternally on
foriegn soil

i never closed
my eyes again

through Al-Qaida
shouts of "Allah hu akbar!'

i never closed
my eyes again

through
Basrah
Tikrit
Masul
explosions

i never closed
my eyes again

Drill Sergeant!
i'll never close
my eyes again...

DEAR MOTHER...

Sallie
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c.2008



Blessed Be
My Mother!

The ancient Goddess Astarte
Who taught me to
Eat from the fruit of the
Tree of wisdom

Who baptised me in her
Amniotic sea

Blessed Be
My Mother!

The 1st Christ
Who ascended from the depths
Of hell
Just to be crucified upon
The cross-roads of the
Material world

Who taught me how
To speak to turn
'Gagagoogoo's' into
Diatribes of dialectical
Materialisms

Blessed Be
The womb of the earth
That shall receive me
Again for millinials sleep

Aleph
Beth
Gamel
Daleth

Blessed Be
My mother!

With her familiar pocketbook
Swing and her relentless
Bible-thump

Blessed Be
The Goddess Sallie
Who endured the countless
Years of my father's mustache
Persecutions

To embrace her tormenter
To her swollen breast and
To bless and release him
To fly away upon
Sulpheric skies...

But-
Curse Be he
That receives her
Dissappointed stare
And suffer the incurable
And eternal stain
of lost

MA BADD...

MY BADD
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008



my fault is that eye
look too deeply into
your eyes

my fault is that eye
look so deeply that
eye see past the crab
nebula of your irises
and into your soul

that's when soul meets soul
and eye remember you!
when we use to walk
hand in hand past the
ruins of Atlantis and
the lost kingdom of Mu

nah?...
MY BADD

FEEL THE FIRE...

BURN
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008



Burn
let it burn
from the East coast
to the Jordan's parting
the Hudson River sea

Let it burn
from the Empire State
to the torch of liberty

Burn
from Oshkosh Wisconsin
to Washington D.C.
burn it down like stubble
in a kiln the flame as
high as you can see

Burn
from the Finger Lakes
to the Mississippi
burn from the federal
courts of bufoonery
to the mediocrty

Let it burn
from the hills of Beverly
to the Great White Way
burn from the governor's
mansion to the Palisades

Burn
from the offices of the D.A.
to the roads of Zimbabwe
burn from the depot
of Grand Central Terminal
to Chattanooga and back
burn
from the Sudan to the
oilfields of Iraq

Burn
from Succoth to Zaradatha
burn from the Vatican
to the Red Sea
burn from the Halls of
Montezuma to the shores
of Tripoli

Let the fire of freedom burn
for everyone to see
let it burn
let it burn

Burn!
Burn!

AT THE PUBLIC LIBRARY...

Misty
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008



i saw jack kerouac today
and i'm misty
drops of fallen rain
against the gurgle of
a waterfountian
leaves me misty

beat poet's existential hunger
for emotion and pain
beat poet's eternal hunger
to be down and out
and i'm misty

broke
empty pockets
empty bed
full of 'bennies' and booze
empty head makes me wonder
was herbert huncke misty?

luminous mysterious lines
play on my sanity bringing
me solice in my solidtude-
existential way
and i'm misty

mystic new jersey life
filled with karaoke blues
filled with karaoke booze
made me ponder
'am i a really a mystic'?
-misty

mysterious words scribbled
on discarded notepads
saved in paneled glass
in a side show makes me
feel misty

i saw a jack kerouac
in a side show today...
-and i walked away
feeling very
misty-

PAYS TO BE AROUND...

Where's Daniel?
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c.2008

where's Daniel at?
in alleyways
and sleezy barbacks
on cheapened souplines
with hands in pocket
against the wind

where's Daniel at?
in porno-shops
brothels and
opium dens
sleeping in libraries
and bookstores until 10

in central park after
dark with a bottle of
coors scribbling poems
with discarded pens
looking for a pair of
shoes with vagabond
blues on street corners
way after the sun's gone
down

where's Daniel at?
in front of churches
and synagogues that
pass their time giving
away swag in paper bags brown

in smoke-filled bars
playing movie star
in poetry joints
at liquor stores
in front of cigarette machines
and waiverly's public assistance
haunts

on concrete floors
bodega stores
wooden park benches
piss corner stenches
stairways
and alleyways leading to
county jail stretches

i'll tell you where
Daniel wasn't at!
at a funeral parlor
as the chorus rose louder
roses adorning
your body lifeless and grey
where friends and family met
with handkerchiefs wet
as the pallbearers carried
your body away

PTSSSS!...STAY AWAY FROM ALL THAT MEDICATION...YA HEAR?

TARDIVE DYSKINESIA
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008

I shake
the ground quakes
the richter scale moves
5.4 to 7.9
sends a shimmer up my spine

Upsetting landscapes
of my once content mind
sleep depravated
erection's belated
can't express how much
I HATE IT...

But i bought it whole
sold my soul to a drug
to a pharmacist who
pimped me out for a jones
tardive dyskinesia rattling my bones

Resigned to a rendevous of
dissapointment
the disjointment re-arranges my tones
labotomies are evil
so just in case the scalpel of kneivel
psychaitrist get medieval...
while dispensing the chemical
dichotomies
which are chemical labotomies

Leaves you shaking
like leaves on a tree
but you're cured and
i am quenched
in the miasma
bent on my knees
before a golden golblet
of Pfizer eutopian pie
gone awry

It takes a long time
to die of a precscription
drug overdose
unconsciousness is your
next killer
oblivion's deep sleep
into the blackness of
the void's triller-in-manila
drift sweet sweet sleep
is all that i believe
when nothing is the poet's
ineptitude

'Cause there's no other substitute
for a tardive dyskinesia
causing drug

FOR THE INQUISITIVE MIND...

The Curious
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 2008

come
from another time and space
a gentle angel with
fire in his eyes
with an inefiable name
when yesterday belonged
to promises lost in the
present tense

manipulated by greedy hands
that caress the compass
of my heart

come to the universe
warping space and time
to the celestial palace
among the multitude
of stars kindered by
the spirits taking you
to a crescendo
on an octave above

FREE AT LAST...

YAHWEH
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c.2008

set us free Yahweh
from your concentric
prison of space time
even if it be to the
blackness of the void
to the blackness of the
void "Let it be!"

set us free from
landscapes made of
twisted architecture
and concrete
gorgoles trapped by nine
feet circles and squares
pertruding from the hieghts
of edifices constructed
by the jinn...

STONES PILED UPON STONES...

Foundation
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerps from "Zen is Now" c. 1991]



I frequent bookstores more than
You frequent bars
I drink from the fountain of knowledge
Alone distilled bubbling
Forth crystal as stars from shattered
Stones carried by no cup
I cease to believe in your promised
Holy golden grail as I stand o’re
Mountains to watch volcanoes erupt!
Traversing sea and dry land in search
Of one I retreat to the peak of tall
Mountains to watch the sun descend o’re
Ancient dark cavern which I call
My shrine where old fires blaze!…
Like crystalline

There voices of the ancients echo in my
Head but the sense of their words is
Forgotten and dead solidified like
Stone in this dark cavernous home
Abode of the coyotes where my
Fore parents roamed
I don’t need to be filled with your doctrinal lies
When I see the truths in our primitive
Eyes and the light play secret tricks
On our undomesticated irises and
The flame which we dance round’s the
Breath which inspires us

I return like a vagabond striped and
Deposed naked and unclothed
To this dark cavernous home
Cold!
To erect the lost seven thrones
Of obsidian stones in a kingdom
Alone to the world quite unknown
Abode of the jackals where my
Fore parents roamed

Where legends were told
And mysteries unfold about the
Seventy-two elders and the serpents
They rode and the legends they told
Of how The Ancient grew old and began
To explode and the fires grew cold
While the universe unfolds
And in no books were they written
So the scribes could be smitten
By the double edged sword protruding
From my mouth and now the voices
Of the ancients and the Prince of
The South echoes in the wind while
Unheard by men yet uttered
By the jinn

The sun still sets and the fires descend
Upon altars unattended by untrained priest
Kept by vows until the hour of their
Release the chaos can increase but
It doesn’t diminish me unceasing
Blows fall upon basalt stone
But cannot banish me
Breezes blow ripples upon a once
Silent sea enshrouded by lazy pine trees
While overhead listless clouds float
Billowy white across strewn and
Wasted corpses littering a once raging
Battlefield

The sun sets o’re jagged hills
Ember in its silent death now

Darkness overspreads the land
And chaos reigns supreme…
But my solitude is being fortified
By my solitude as stones are being
Piled upon stones!

INNER VOICES...

The Shaytaan Speaks
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "This Eye of Mine" c.2007]



he said" "tear it up!"
i said: "no!"
my hands withered
and fell to my feet
my hands withered
and fell to my feet

he said: "say 6 8 9"
i said the numbers
i separated into 2
my ringing voice was
besides my face
i separated into 2
my ringing voice fell
into an abyss of
duplicity

eye became afraid
and became silent

he laughed in my ear
i froze
my eyes opened to
the tree of life!
a flaming sword was
at its post as a guard
my childlike hand reached out
to touch its fruit
it was not severed

he said: "speak"
and eye became wise
eye named all of the
animals of the forest
the plant life and the trees

eye was naked and
ashamed
he said: "touch yourself"
eye did
eye became even wiser
eye lift up my
head and stood erect
my penis stiffened
eye lift my
head and stood erect
eye felt desire and longed
for the animals of the forest

eye partook of them
and of all the fruitage
of the the trees

he said: "desist! speak not
a word to the sons of man
who fill the world
with mindless clay!"
eye became silent
for six-thousand years

he said: "awaken!'
and eye arose from
millennia’s sleep
the forest was populated
with men of clay
they walked about
with clothing and spoke
strange words like
"geometry" and "isms"

eye heard not his voice again
eye heard not his voice again

eye fled from the forest
to the highest hillside
for the refuge of a church

ALMOST HAIKU'S
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "This Eye of Mine" c. 2007]

Sex

you should not
put so much emphasis
on so much...
gynastics



Government

you should not
put so much faith
in so much...
bafoonery

SOMEBODY START THE CAR...HOW COME U AIN'T GOT THE CAR STARTED YET!?...

Travel
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "This Eye of Mine" c. 2007]

So, when eye'm feeling
the gloom & eye'm lost
in my room...

Eye put on my tunes
& let my mind travel
-Travel

Eye let my mind travel

So, when eye'm feeling
the gloom & eye'm stuck
in the room...

When the thick of it
unfurls & my head's
in a whirl...

When my life starts 2 unravel

Eye put on my tunes
& let my mind unravel
Eye let my mind travel
-Travel

Petite Mall
by"OBSIDIAN!!!!" [Excerp from "Zen is Now" c. 1991]



sitting on a fallen throne
under the high vaulted dome
in the center of the universe
staring off into forever pushing back into
never the time traveler's machinery
through painful futures and forgotten
sceneries the machinery of the mind
the tear stained eyes the window
through time

back to glorious kingdoms since crumbled to
dust and abandoned futures since
weathered to rust under the shadowy canopies
whose faith in i have long since crushed and erased
and memories of the friends i've destroyed
habits i've embraced
in the futile games we've employed
knowing that while we shook hands
we strayed from our glorious
plans to rule the world

pushing back i come
to the here and now the petite mall's over
and some how all that's found is the noisy chatter of
a million commuters the plaintive
cry of a guitar burst and i descend from
this curse to a wooden throne under a high vaulted
dome of grand central terminal
the center of the universe…

SING!: "OH, I MISS THE KISS OF TREACHERY...THE SHAMELSS KISS OF VANITY...THE SOFT & THE BLACK & THE VELVETRY TIGHT AGAINST THE SIDE OF ME"-THE CURE

Tainted Heart
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "Zen is Now" c. 1991]



there's a place/in my heart/i cannot touch/deep as the depths of the largest sea/tender as a freshly opened wound/hidden from view/and for all intent and purposes/not/i laugh when it aches/sigh/at the memory/curse the day it was formed/all the while outside of me/i cry out in joyfulness/for the bleeding heart/and the stained memories

I WAS LOST BUT NOW I AM FOUND...

THE WANDERER
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "Zen is Now" c.1978]



Every man has a home
Even lions a place to roam
'Birds have nest and fox have den'
To shelter them from the stalking winds

When the sun dies down
Our friendly fire's gone
To their homes they all return
Until the dawn

When the land's so quiet
You can hear a crawler's step
Look to the horizon and see my silhouette

Because i'm a wanderer
That’s what i am
I have no family
Like the inconceivable wind
I'm free

I have no certain destiny
A reason or a rhyme
Like the sands of the sea
And the redwood trees
I keep no track of time

By the sun's horizon you'll find me
I'm there everyday
Watching the sun rise up
And watching it fade away
Watching it fade away
And watching it come
From it's humble descent
To it's equilibrium

Because i'm a wanderer
That’s what i am
I have no family
Like the inconceivable wind
Like a mist of a thought
Foggy and thin
…Like the inconceivable wind
I'm free…
I'm free…
I'm free…

LIGHT UP YA'LL!!...

Ganga
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "Zen is Now" C. 1991]



I wanna riff
upon a spliff
and catch a whiff
of a fat seed
loosely rolled ganga

‘behold the herbs!’
it calms the nerves
and makes you wanna
…manga!

why you be so face-teey
when you can get lay-waist-eey
when you light this hemp seed
fat ganga-mon
get iree!

don't you past that fat
spliff by me
'cause I wanna pull it strong
and let my hair grow long
and praise Almighty Jah
for the Rasta!

Fer-I
want to touch the sky
and get so bump-a-clod high
off my fat seed
loosely rolled ganga…

YO!...THIS IS ABOUT MA PEEPS!!...

MY PEOPLE

by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "Zen is Now" c. 1995]



My people are a people with creases in their face
My people are a shunned and despised race
My people have hands that are callused and worn
My people taste the first strokes upon
Their bronze backsides the moment they were born
My people are a restless and agitated sea
My people taught the first sciences to humanity
My people have a vacant and far away look in their eyes
My people long ago were expelled from paradise
From paradise lost to paradise regained?
My people can't even remember their name
Though there are traces of remembrance in the songs they sang
Of lost civilizations…
Greater than Atlantis
Greater than Lemuria
My people came from Kush before it was called Africa
My people mined and smelted immeasurable gold
My people were the ancient biblical 'men of old'
My people carried the Ark of the Covenant long before Moses was born
But now my people's hands are callused and worn
Some say that from the ashes we shall be reborn
Some say that like the sun in its glory
We shall rise again like the dawn
Some say when from the darkened pages of history
The thin light of hope is torn
Then you shall see my people rise…
Then you shall see my people rise…
YOU SHALL SEE MY PEOPLE RISE!
…RISE!!

JUST A THOUGHT...

ZEN IS NOW

by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "Zen is Now" c. 1999]



It's moment's like these
…it's moments like these!
that causes me to wonder
could there ever really have
been a paradise

It's moments like these
coursing through the leaves
that causes me to wonder
could there be a third life
after having died twice

Laughing invincibly
i pass the crack addicts
laying on the streets and
in the alleyways in the lurch

While several lost souls
among them file listlessly
into the backdoor of some
sweaty baptist church

It's moments like these
while in vain on bended
knees i wonder

am i really the

master of my universe?

I FEEL THE HUNGER...

THIRSTY

by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "This Eye of Mine" c. 2006]

eye'm thirsty
for my cherokee soul
and my cherokee soul
is thirsty for me...

good-bye western road
good-bye yellow brick
sea my name is now
'LongRiver' trying to trace
the ways of trees

scrying to trace the
path of the wind by
the river front as
the river front bends

trying to trace the
meaning of the words
scrying to hear voices
unheard which pass through
the branches of the trees

by the river front
standing by the shores
of the river front
standing by the shores
of the long riverride
home...

IN SEARCH OF LIGHT!!...

Initiation
by "OBSIDIAN!!!' [Excerp from "Zen is Now" c. 1995]



Let his name be cursed in crowds!
Let his name be banished from among mankind!
Let the fair memory of his youthful days be stricken from the scrolls!
Let the mere sight of him provoke jeers and profanities!
Let him be despised and shunned!
Let the mentioning of his name be made along with curses and sighs!
Let stones be thrown at him at the mere sight of his presence!
Let darkness follow him wherever he shall roam
Darkness and thick gloom!

Let his path be made crooked and full of obstacles!
Let the day that he was born and came forth into the world be cursed!
CURSE BE THAT DAY!! [spit!]
Curse it and strike it from the scrolls!
Let the wild beast of the fields and the jackals follow him in pursuit wherever he May go!
Along with sickness and a great malady!
Let it be his portion all the days under the sun!
Let the works of his hands be damned!

Let his prayers be an exhalation!
And his thoughts be annihilation!
And let a desolation be his reward along with strong condemnation!
And when he dies let the maggots consume his flesh
Let his soul be captured in a mesh!
Damned him to the hottest of hells!

…and now
let him be initiated
let him be brought forth
into the light of day
and be made anew

BISMILLAH HE RAHMAN NER RAHIM...

The Ghaib!
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "Zen is Now" c.1991]



woe to all the
dunya of this world!

before Allah the ghaib
unfurls

and mankind who's time
was limited by his decrees

drops to his knees
while dhikering with strings
of pearls
and even sulyman
{allayhee salam}

caused the Jinn to dive and
to toil the land
in their task
erecting strong columns
and majestic arches
with knowledge
while before him they
made flow a sea of brass

but when sulyman
fell down before their eyes
none of the Jinn could
avert his demise

even the strong ifrit
who transfered the throng
of Belquis couldn't change
the moment for sulyman that
Allah had decreed

he fell down before them
with his staff
and all the Jinn were freed

and have you not any
knowledge of how
Allah has divided the sea

and made a barrier between
the salty and the sweet
and a division between the
night and the day

and a decision between the
guided and the astray
and on that day
when the veil of
the ghaib shall be
stripped away
and all of this life shall
prove to be but an illusion
and the flames of hell
shall be the final conclusion
for all who doubted
the meeting with their lord

while upon the earth
vast treasures they stored
while laughing they
cast aside the fitra
from their minds
their faces shall be
darkened while the
righteous shall shine

and you too shall
fall down!
so prepare yourself
for the day when
you too shall fall down!

and on that day
when the veil of
the ghaib shall be
stripped away by the
leave of Allah
then you shall come
to know that your
lord was never that far…