New Age

We have explored this world out

to its ends and to different ends:

the only place left to go is IN

into collective consciousness

collective creativeness, creating awareness

of the WHOLE, the universal mind--

UNBIND your senses from your

physicality and start to sense

reality as a commonality

of our in-betweens--people!

this is not metaphysics,

NO NEED to be academic

to get it, this is just the basic

stuff of life; understand

your own relation to the universe

as simultaneous uniqueness

and sameness, with no

circumference no distance it is

more real than any real

that we have ever known

collaboration of souls

is a fermentation, a distillation

of thoughts and feelings

into radical EXPRESSION--

that's participation--

FILL UP our cup

open the skull of your soul

and pour, pour, pour it out

as wine of the mind,

not meant to intoxicate

but to illuminate the deep

dark of the cerebellum--

THIS is our antebellum period

the moments before the flash

the quiet before we attack

and hack away at the old

and the antiquated for

this has been anticipated

for eons and ages:

it's the age of aquarius

aqueous solutions: blue

placid and fluid motions

and open oceans full of life

on a microcosmic level

refracted as a fractal

of the macrocosmic atom;

jolted by the synapse--fire

fire, fired OFF!

off into the nothing the black

faster than the snapping of

the old world cracking

off into the winds, bursting

OUT our brains, blowing

flowing, falling down the current

the now, our ever moving movement

THIS is our movement toward enjamb-

ment to the next plane of thought

thinking, feeling not in words

recognizing signs: this is the time

to align our minds to bring peace

of the Mind and the universe

can't you see? it's all a universal

movement of thoughts for

immortality--WE ALL create

our new reality...

Starched Collar Shirts

Is anyone else sick with this institution?
I mean, the institution,
I'm talking about "the man"
I'm talking about Washington
about politicians about lies and more lies
about racism
about sexism
homophobia classism ageism and all other isms
and modes of discrimination
because it all still
exists
here in this nation
and in every nation we the united states of america are not
alone in our egocentrism
it is here it's across the pond its all over
we all find something to say to claim that we
are better than our neighbors but
how can anyone
be so god damned convinced of their own superiority?
it's really just a conspiracy of inferiority complexes
set to vex us put a hex on our minds and keep
them bound and closed but
if we could all just STAND UP and
shout in one world voice--
ENOUGH
enough with the bullshit politics don't think for a second you represent me, sir,
you don't know me nor will you ever how can you be
a sixty year old wasp and tell a young woman that she must keep that fetus
from a father who walked out? how can you tell
two men in love that they can't marry?
didn't we already deem that "separate but equal" is inherently UN-equal?
FUCK YOU and your starched white collar--
take your constitution and your social institutions and your lack
of contribution to the public good and SHOVE IT
all up your asses! let the people be
free here there and everywhere abroad stop
RAPING our planet of its natural resources and telling us that it's for our own good
how can you blow billions of dollars on oil
while we can't afford to feed our children? how can you
send a man to an unjust war for shady reasons and deny him the right to drink a fucking beer?
how can you call me your constituent when you
were just the lesser
of two evils? how the FUCK can you sleep at night!? do you really think
what you do is right? you talk talk talk and flap
your fat gums dripping with pork fat but I have yet to see
you fools accomplish a damn thing
to make life on this planet more sustainable are you even capable
of rational thought at this point? or is the tie around your neck
cutting off the oxygen flow to your brain--if you have one, that is--I have an idea:
dissolve your government dissolve and deconstruct the institutions deconstruct any pre-
conceived notions and just let it be let
the people free
their minds and realize
we have complete control over ourselves we
are not responsible to some outdated form of cattle herding and we
will NOT go quietly to the chopping block any longer!
with each word I shout the movement becomes stronger
and stronger--your days are numbered, mr. politician! FUCK THE CORPORATE WORLD!

Week in Pictures: Kosovo Albanian Boy

You could have been my son, dear boy
in another life,
staring through the window frame,
your face as pale as night.

You could have bless'd my womb, dear boy
and drank my milk in dawn,
hours after being born of me,
around my tit, your mouth is warm.

You could have been my son, dear boy--
your nameless face and eyes
staring through the camera lens,
reflecting cloudy skies.

You were born in Kosovo,
a thousand miles away;
yet, my heart is tied to yours--
I felt you die among the fray.

Aqueous Solution

the guy just turned into buckets of water--

his solid shape evaporated in space and

time and

he splashed into a metal pail where his shoes

just stood.

i stared into the bucket, calling to him

through reflections of flying animals

below.

i touched my fingertip to the water as

a dogwood peal and it rippled into

waves, splashing

over the edges and then

collapsing back in on himself,

slowly coming to a stillness to reflect

the flying animals as traces,

residual images in opposite colors:

orange to blue and red to green.

i plunged my hand as a child

chubby, pink and ruddy, dirt under my nails,

down

to the bottom of the inside of his

pail and felt the cool metal

against the raised grooves of my fingertips--

the water stayed still around my forearm,

pale white as half-and-half,

surrounded in his blue...

Evolution

We are

children of the Earth

rolling in dirt of the Earth

as we dance on the Earth

to dried mammal hide drums.

The hide drums beat with us,

ancient roots grow from us,

fucking, you and I become us

to sunburnt Earth drum songs.

We are

children of the moon

eating flowers of the moon

as we dance on the moon

to silver moon dust tunes.

The moon dust clings to us,

metallic talcum on us,

shimmering, you and I become us,

to silver moon dust tunes.

We are

children of the sun

drinking the echoes of the sun

as we dance on the sun

to golden sun flare songs.

The sun flares shoot from us,

plasmic heat exudes from us,

melding, you and I become us,

to golden sun flare songs.

We are

children of the Universe

swimming in clouds of the Universe

as we dance on the Universe

to implosions of novas.

The novas hologram us,

atoms splitting of us,

fusing, you and I become us,

to pulsing nova songs.

We are

children of the Mind,

expanding in the Mind,

as we ramble in the Mind,

to red blood heart beat beats.

Our heartbeat pounds in us,

vibrant branches grow from us,

silent, you and I become us,

to synapse firing songs.

Flurries in Program

When the electric spins out of control

Vibration breath windows

glistened in fractals

Our eyes twist into endless oblivion

sleuthed over endless dactile confusion

To make you see it's all working

inside you.

This is the time to refuse the leap into

unconsciousness

amble, awake, aware

of the fragile imperfect perfection

in the structure of our atom

We must follow our hearts into

uncertainty

equates

all flurries in program

Suck in the light of all infinite beings

And now I can finally embrace... the fall

-redd willow, Baby Blue, Dexter Stevenson, AGA, Mabel Asp, Kameron Aroom

palindrome

strange specters
aglow with the light once lost
among the unbending reeds
as strong as day
and twice as bright

we find ourselves wandering this
Labyrinth
full of daze
yet fully aware
of our amalgamation

transcendent ivory cogs
fall into ascension
with golden soul embers…

- redd willow, mabel asp, baby blue... (illustration coming sooon!!!)

Do You Realize?

"What large eyes you have"

Conversations Over Distances

Soughing soft as falling fog--white,

we wade through the effervesce of

evening songs: of Mozart's Andante,

helos stirring up sand in droves to

mask your voice with patterned static,

and old ladies' gated gardens woven

with adelvice vines--we are addled.

We wonder: where, or how, is this,

as we wander through the wade pools of our now,

asking ourselves aloud: What of it?

And slowly, we soon realize how places

and times are not important,

and frozen.

[untitled]

Drink down

The grace of God

And allow it to infiltrate all.

Whoah what were you just saying?

Sip it down--to the ground

up--to the crown.

Let it explode, indigo eye'd radiant.

Let it expand you, inside to out, in waves--

in droves.

So that we may touch from miles away.

--R.F. Willow, Baby Blue, Ian Herman, Soohan, Alexa Grey, Dustin

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Seven single colored souls,

spectrums singled out through holes,

only found through eyes of gold

value indeterminate neither bought nor sold.

Smiling faces scream in a light,

glowing voices in the night

sighing soft as falling fog whites.

--R.F. Willow, Baby Blue, Ian Herman, Alexa Grey, Soohan, Nala, Dustin

An Apple a Day Keeps the Butcher Away

Live Fast

Is it possible?

for now- maybe

with the help of Jack and Joe

(and as far as you want to go)

But there must be black with the white!

… if you can call it “light”.

The colors haze into brown

tar

teeth

-Or is it individual sight?

Can you float so far up

that you won’t mind when you pop?

Will your spirit continue on?

And only your body drop?

Or… are they one in the same?

Does the quality of life depend on the sacrifice

of  quantity?

And in the end

is the question “to become”

or

“To Be”

E-motion

e-motion

funny

how it doesn’t seem to move us forward

or

at least

not in any direction toward

the place I want to be.

Progressive and productive

A place to be happy

but what is this “happy”?

An emotion, you say?

An attitude; a state of mind- a position to exist in

one day.

-“position”, not “place”

There is no road in this race

There is no time on the clock

There is no measurement of pace.

It’s not the “where”

but the “how”

It’s not the “when”

but the “why”

Sometimes the speed of our stride

Reflects the tears that we cry (resolves the time that we die)

[red willow and baby blue: snow day iii]

rippling heart-waves
fusion fuchsia rings

whimsy bright starshine
on golden strands, unstrung
magnetic color beats,

beats as our heart –

reverberating earth,
shimmers sky
flashing
from the silver
in your eye

gazed gently coy lips –

ripe.


-r.f. willow and baby blue

[untitled]

she turns the hour glass in the doorway

slowly, as a breeze

she knows no time

no time that turns points 'round points,

circling round to find one

one quiet place to stand still

like here.

silent with sympathy

sorry and simple--

arrested in time

as sand come to a rest at a point

suspended

content with the questions threatening the peace

of glass sand

slowly shining

conviction--

I pause, thinking of you, of breezes, and of glass

strewn as scattered consciousness

tiny glass pieces like stars glitter along the edges, life stops

waits for me...

--R.F. Willow, Baby Blue, La Despunta

[red willow and baby blue: snow day 2]

melted perception

ribboned fray

murose as maroon

drowning in essence

of pumpernickel

staring smolering smiles

because we know we are the embers

of existence

antithesis

alive

adored.

-R.F. Willow and Baby Blue

[untitled]

As we ramble through the edges

We go through until we find the corners

They speak subjectively.

They speak with purpose.

They do not speak at all.

Without words we hear

A divine echo.

Baby Blue, Igor Eegs, R.F. Willow, Ann Engle, Dexter Stevenson, Brandy Gideon, ADRIAN

red willow and baby blue: snow day 1

wading through the veins of your effervescence

spun through fingers like weeds

grown in green gardens of God's mist

kissing the tip of my tongue

I close my eyes to better see your underpinnings

pointedly piercing perception

realized, flowering and then pluming

my broad bearded breast

pressed to yours, glistening gold and pulsing

a tiny glistening drip of my eye

falls to grace and esses along your in-between

drowning dreams

in the winding, weaving weeds of our consciousness

I could not be happier.

--R.F. Willow and Baby Blue 2/5/10

(untitled)

she said,

we're dealing with the edge of

consciousness here

so we're talking about temporal distance

distancing yourself from your mind processes

wander aimlessly

through the annals of your

consciousness--

remove your consciousness from your

mind--mold it in your hand

like silly putty or play dough

make it malleable, mold it, shape it--

UN-shape it,

pack it, poke swiss cheese holes

in it--and then try to re-amalgamate

it with your mind--you'll find yourself

feeling strange and rearranged inside,

and outside will seem to you some-

thing new and unfamiliar, some-

thing you've never seen although you've lived

here all this life

rakish

an utterance
Of
my celestial cock
scattered
the shivering sunshine
spilling
between your legs,

a mask
sincerely smiling
slithers a tongue
to your skin,

i will not, but
want so desperately
to love you,

though,
i remain
your revered soldiered
cock

Passing On

As my blood cells leave my heart, they pulse through my arteries, with each beat of my heart. My red blood cells carry oxygen to my outermost limbs; they are red because they are carrying my hemoglobin that is carrying my oxygen. They pulse, turn blue, and they loop back to my heart; they are blue because they still have my hemoglobin but they are depleted of my oxygen. My white blood cells should rush to eat away at bacteria; they are white because they lack hemoglobin and oxygen. My white blood cells aren't for carrying oxygen through my body; they should be there to help heal me.

With each pulse of my blood cells through my body, my heart beats. Beats a red beat, red as my flesh, red as the flesh of an old Oregon grizzly--he's been hiding out for decades since people thought the grizzlies were gone. And his clawed paw swipes in time to the river rushing by, white as god's whispers fallen as frost on morning pine needles. And the frost glistens with each wink of the sun through soughing boughs, pirouetting soft, soft as I wander on the wings of winnowed sun flakes. I dip, I pitch, I twirl. I dip, I pitch, I twirl. I dip, I pitch I twirl to land, glistened, in dry packed dirt.

I reflect, kaleidoscope-like, with each tilt of his head to block the sun, un-block the sun through the clearing in the forest. I glisten up at him and he nods in time to my glistening. He nods, he smiles, he sits down. He nods, he smiles, he begins to play. He starts with a pulse, with a beat--a beat, straight and intricate as my blood cells pulse, pulsing through my body. And my heartbeat beats in time to his pulsing drum, as he turns his neck up, blithely, to January sun. And eyes closed, seeing the point where red, orange, pink converge, he beats the beat of the Earth. And my heartbeat beats in time to the Earth, as I decompose, to become one with this Earth.

Amblings Under White Nights

To slow my pace of walking on,

Is to begin to better know beatings

Of the mind, and how they beat

With beatings of the feet on snow,

Packing as muted pops pressed

Beneath colored Converses, calling

To mind our conversation about

Prayers broadcast from minarets.

Why do I feel the urge to fight

The urge to fall face up into the

Falling snow? If I were a child,

I would not question nor quarrel

With my more queer compulsions;

Instead, I settle for sticking out

My tongue, pierced, to taste metallic

Snowflakes fallen from night skies.