Hear

the sound from moving air

guitar

love star

slow chord melody a sting

and the light

the sound of brokencontinuation

-Lahmadaj

winter

when the cold soul shall show its being

and the community separated

when the early light is all one will see

and the night is slow

when my ears are ringing

and turn this lie into symphony

-Lahmadaj

oma

will you go
and wait for us

the turning earth

love the love
finding a golden stone

will we stay to see the rise the fall
continuous water elated

i'll smile thinking of you
in the light of sun and bird song

may my worth be great
and you to dancing

-Lahmadaj

I laugh

and think to myself

about the times i've accidentally sold my truth for the social ease

i waste my time thinking and imagining the froth of possibilities

look back and see myself the same despite my growing age
wonder when i can share this with another
there was one; no longer
myself again and the earth
like the first day

wonder if I'll change myself into something new
a pattern repeated a pattern

i'm unhinged compared to most americans
still chained to the cycle
vices
loneliness
inadequate resources
finite

I think and laugh to myself
despite all this
the air still feels so good

the light meets my eye
and my skin delivers

-Lahmadaj

high

light
the
heat
flower

deep
inside
slowly
extinguished

ease
the
solid
turn

it's
my
turn
to
go
a
way


-lahmadaj

cannot

find the floor
feeding intense
rally internal

light this hollow space


-Lahmadaj

there are his eyes

looking at mine
he tells me words
out loud

he rarely says what's below
this burns

seems alive and smiles
touches lips
can hear breathing

what depression
to have the infinite light
hidden

looks at me
lost my shining
sometime in the years
thinking of when this all stops

i'll wait and wait and wait

may be birds


-Lahmadaj

yes

press me
trick the light
enter tongue

reimburse the rally
each has none
funny

place replace
easy in the
scheme

oh oh you know oh
low is the treasure
sing


-Lahmadaj

skin so smooth

soft light
a smile running

love you

feel the glowing
push back

listen to the breathing
a taste infinite

to touch lips

-Lahmadaj

Florida Church Freaks Burning Books

hello

Terry Jones, of the Dove World Outreach Church in Gainesville, Florida

you are stupid and so are your followers

to think that burning any book would be of use

do you know that the Quran and the Bible are both unreal

they are indeed real in essence and human belief

held close to burning heart waiting for something

they are physically bounded paper

but they do not describe this current reality

they are a story of long past

manipulated to manipulate

you and your sheepy cohorts

if you are gong to burn one religious book

please burn all religious books

or wait, instead, burn no book

accept all of them as useful insight into your deep labyrinth of self

where the only truth is written there

low low low inside the light is burned

set yourself aflame 

and then you will be free of such seething foolery

though with such elevated egos

and impotent hate

good luck and god speed on that one

thumper

-Lahmadaj

a

ya ha hooo and a bottle a rooom

blew the smoke to the ceiling

watching the lights

grind the nail into wood

blink softly


-Lahmadaj

....

one wakes each morning
to sadness and unmotivated doings
each day
each morning
one lifts his head to find it sunken with ill fate
does not care about linked iphones
does not care about the over anxious business person
does not care about american success
does not want the media frothing and melting its false love
does not want conviction into the uselessness
each day
each morning
to low lighted images
tired for no reason
unhappy because others are happy
they are not
i am a lie
and the sky is above


-Lahmadaj

a palace

the Alhambra palace was next to me once on a circling walk
I began this trip to see the interior
of this structure close to Granada, Spain
a beautiful and amazing city
I strolled along its outer walls
took a picture from above of a map of its floor plan
there were vines of red above on the yellow mute stucco
the travel to the lower side was a scene
for the mid December air had the leaves autumned
a small stream ran near the high walls and the shadows
along the path did lie
once to the foot of turning water
and the end of walls
after water falling
I climbed a small drive
then a wall or gate to see the distance before me
Upon my height realized my property intrusion
held a moments glance to remember
then descended cacti trail
a leap from the wall
back to a path hearing music
the light shone early


-Lahmadaj

one gets that slow draw

and the bed is deep and languid marking infinite slumber that is impossible with this body eventually to wake itself and see light the window is open and cool air enters from outside the click of a clock which does not exist in this room and the plants grow slow wish to have some other friend and a place to dance cannot get going down down is the sand and the life i used to know which of course is not this life my life unfolded and planted bright sitting in the air of sun to wonder what is next and the lengths to run


-Lahmadaj

this line

is bent

red apple

he knows what I'm sayin

dancing in the light

a pen draws and writes

look at me and laugh

thisfeelssoweird

and the fuzziness

glad to be here

thinking of the time

we are somewhere else

there are people here, but they have fake lives

a lot of prescribed needs via media face

that's definitely me

faked

we've convinced ourselves of the validity of a reality
we have described

it's so much easier

please earth fill me with music and freedom
make me see the truth
help me sway my anger for blindness and self-deception

give me music and dancing

watch the world fast bird arc in sky


-Lahmadaj

Aurelio

began to walk outside. there were different items in his hand. he clasped fourteen candles and one black card.  inside his mind, the ground was covered.  two persons, one of which gathered the grass, began to sing loudly.  it was a melodic sound and rose elegant in the trees.  Aurelio liked these people and their lightly danced footsteps.  soon the sun began to rise, and the song was gone.  the evening retired. a thousand lights amid a tumbling sea.  the cloud and the tree.

-Lahmadaj