FROM THE WOMB TO THE TOMB!...

YO...YO...YO!!! MAYBE SIGMUND FREUD WAS ON 2 SOMETHING...WHEN HE SUGGESTED THAT A MAN IS STILL SEARCHING FOR HIS MOMMY...WHEN HE'S RAPP'IN TO A FINE WOMAN-AFTERALLS! [i dunno i'm just a poet]...

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



Oh, precious mother, erase
my name and return me back
into the womb from whence
i came

Oh, precious mother, erase
my name and return me back
into the womb from whence
i came

I search for you again and
again, but every womb that
i enter becomes for me a
tomb and a bane

Oh, precious mother, erase
my name and return me back
into the womb from whence
i came

Other women’s profile’s in
style, while their smiles
beguile, but your embryonic
fluids used to embrace me
and sooth me like the Nile

Oh, precious mother, erase
my name and return me back
into the womb from whence
i came

Just what is it that i
seek in this charade?
why, it’s the maternal cry
that my mother made when
she pushed me out through
that tunnel of light
i want to hear that sound rise
from within you tonight
i want to hear that cry
and I want to set you free
i want you to Be!
born again, just like I
seek to be

Oh, precious mother, erase
my name and return me back
into the womb from whence
i came

For other women i walk the
street to some ancient beat,
but now i wish to retreat to
the memory of the embryo,
and the soft beating of your
heart, ‘cause from you i’ve
been so torn apart

Oh, precious mother, erase
my name and return me
back into the womb from whence
i came

Oh, precious mother, erase
my name and return me
back into the womb from whence
i came

The Holy Aged

By "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerpt from "Zen is Now" c. 1990]



Out of the thick black smoke of a tempestuous fire!
I
Was born
Ah, long ago, when the universe was young
And the newborn lamps yawned within the cosmic throng
Up! Up! Into the constellation's clearing
Down, down, into the world
I
Was thrown
I
Woke up to the world in a flood of lights
Crying without a name
I
Walk through the crowded streets of mankind dying
Naked, but yet clothed in shame. When
I
Look up to the stars at night
I see
Stars spread out into infinity
And the dome of a lonely universe enshrouding me. If
I
Spread my arms out
I
Would fly, high over the expanse of a cloudless sky
High over the depths of a fathomless sea
High over the smog of a crowded city street
Up! Up! Into the zodiacs burning
High over the dome of the universes turning. And as
I
View the scene while my stomach's churning
I
Consider all I've done and who
I AM

LEARN 2 BLINK 1 EYE AT A TIME...

The Man Next Door
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerpt from "Zen is Now" c. 1999]



He had a five o’clock shadow, like a
Hobo, crossing the street he’d go
With a jones to the nearby
Liquor store,
Looking to and fro, like a
Milkman, leaving your wife’s house
While you wiled the hours away
Shoveling your neighbor’s snow.
And you know he’ll be back for more.
Wanna bet?
See, it’s like pulling a drag until
You feel the heat of the fire in the
Butt of a cigarette.

Hanging out in smoke filled bars
Peeping through the lenses of
Shot glasses.
Eyes glittering like stars at
The passes of women’s asses.

‘Cause he’s the man next door,
The gigolo, the whore,
And when he hits your wife again
It’s gonna be like state’s secret;
Unknown, as she latches the
Chain lock to the front door,
In the a.m., at a quarter to four.

When it happens again, you’ll
Never know. Frankly, I think
It’s rude to interrupt somebody’s
Private Idaho.

You drive home in a
Downpour, hydroplaning in the rain.
You slip the key in the
Front door and once again
Pour yourself another gin and tonic
To erase the stain.
You plant another mechanical kiss
On your wife’s puckered lips and
Wonder why it tastes a little salty.
Nah!
But maybe…

You like to brag aloud at parties
About your family photos,
But don’t notice the missing
Link in the family tree.
-But you always wondered to yourself quietly,
“Why don’t that boy look
Like me?”

Yeah, ‘cause he’s the man
Next door, the gigolo, the whore,
And when he hits your wife
Again it’s gonna be like
State secrets; unknown,
While she latches the chain lock
To the front door, in the a.m.,
At a quarter to four.

THE ETERNAL DAMNATION OF THE EMPTINESS OF ME...

THE EMPTY!

by "OBSIDIAN!!!" c. 1999

It is our duty
to be EMPTIED!…
stone vase skeletal
skull broken over gnarly bone
blood drenched OBSIDIAN
sun dialed altars…
skin blistered cracks in stone crevices
that open portals to
velvet light…

It is our duty
to be EMPTIED!…
galaxies are dark
light in dark regions
of time
the unfurling of our
chaotic minds brings forth
nightmares beginning by day and that
never ends…

It is our duty
to die by blade
before firm breast entices us
to shed precious semen
into the sand…

Death!
and light
and blade
and stone
and blood
and crevices
and embraces what might be
the opening of a
door
and rattles
and altars
and velvet
light!
and semen
and sand
and galaxies
and days without end
and time
unfurling into the vast open chi
and regions of
nothingness…
pouring into the black
open sea…

It is our duty to see
it is our duty to be
EMPTIED!…

ZEN IS NOW
By Daniel H. Canada Jr. "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerpt from "Zen is Now" c. 1999]






Diminished

Blink my eyes
Caught you staring
Open wide
Sunlight’s glaring
Shun the world
Reap no fruitage
Peace at last
Found my courage
Shut my eyes
Sleep and slumber
Fitful dreams
Draw me under
My own world
Strange and vivid
Flashes of time
Of once I lived in
Open wide
Daylight’s pressing
Tarry now
No concession
Time warps lapsed
No remaining
Time warps lapsed
No complaining
Start at the end
Begin at the finish
No matter how we strive
We’re still
Diminished…