"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