Note nr.1

To those who read and appreciate my work – thank you.



.   .   .   .   as we prepare 2 mourn its passing

We have made great strides, you and eye
And have outgrown the glamour and glitz
Of ev’ry garish bauble this mud province has to offer

So now,

Standing at the dawn of Surya’s luminous trove,
What we desperately need is a poverty of the Soul

Brothers! Trample your goatskins!
Cup your hands and drink mightily   .   .   .
Mightily from the mouths of Saints

Sisters! Break your combs beneath the red heels of your boots!
Break them damnit!
Break them en twain
And run your fingers, wet w/ henna, thru the length of your manes

What we need 2 do   .   .   .   is put a spit-polish 2 the Grail,
Read the Vedas, orbit the Ka’ba,
And routinely pierce the Veil

We need Acts of Love;
Acts that challenge us, perplex us,
Shatter us, and re-connect us

2 the Cosmic Heart,
A heart generous and vast

2 the Truth of our being;
Its very center

At long, long last

© LogosVox 2012

(Xcerpt from) A Christmas Rose

The birthing stool splinters
Beneath the weight of her belly

Lo! A Rose en Wynter shivers
And from Her thorny hips
A Light crowns

A Light naked
Not yet clothed en glory
Not yet Emmanu-el

Lo! A Rose en Wynter opens
And from Her thorny hips
A Light cries aloud
And shatters the Nite’s hoary aire

© LogosVox 2012

A Hymn of Light & Resurrection

These dayes need not be dayes of darkness
             dayes that smite asunder
The heads of pale blue Roses

So let us behold Ourselves,
The Other, and the World with new eyes

Let us seed the Estates of  Saint Lucia
Let us hit the mark & create the Cosmos anew

Let us behold what is Divine en the World
Let us behold what is Divine en the Other and, most importantly,
Let us behold what is Divine en Ourselves

And when we do   .   .   .

Ev’ry gesture of cruelty
Ev’ry callous shrug & careless word

Ev’ry punch thrown
Ev’ry poison-tipped arrow
Shall fall short at our feet

So, let us love
& love brazenly

Let us sing
& sing fearlessly

Let us be Kings
Let us be Queens
En the Palace of God

Let us be radiant
& shine like glory, shine
Like ev’ry star en the Heav’ns


© LogosVox 2012


.   .   .  in light of remarks made by ESPN columnist Rob Parker
regarding Robert Griffin’s racial authenticity   .   .   .

Dusky Sons & Daughters of Amistad
Dusky Sons & Daughters of Douglass, Truth,
Toussaint, & Hughes

Alas, the Fight & Anguish of your Slave kin
Has been for naught

Your sovereignty
Your faculties of thought
Are shackled still

Dusky Sons & Daughters of  Dixie
Your political lot, post American century,
Is a curious one

En this land of the Free
& home of the Brave,
You are not permitted Free Thought
You are not permitted to think for yourselves

Individuality – its prestige, privileges, & pow’rs
Have been set purposefully beyond your reach

Darkest of  Ironies!
You are the Donkey’s pet

His bray, your call & creed
A most rancid fare for the Soul yet

A fare fed & a fare you swallow
Without a single shot fired

Without protest

The Creed

Submit, if ya know what’s good for ya!
Submit to the mindset of the herd

And Root out any who stray from the path ordained safe & suitable
For Colored travel
And Stone all who betray its plantation purity;

Those who would question the strict, obvious ties that bind
Race to Party, Race to Class, Race to Shame,
& Race to Thought

© LogosVox


Lust & Dread
Have failed to prosper
(Scarring, my dearest,
Does wonders for the Soul)

Snakes & Arrows
Challenge bravely the meter of my heart

A note unstruck!

Their wickedness & weaponry fall powerless at my feet

Pink lotus petals abound!

{One-Beat Pause}

Burning orchards,
Crumbling stone;
Here lies Banaras en ruin;

But eye shall not relent

{Two-Beat Pause}

En Strength and Beauty,
Eye shall sit

& behold the Creation
& Destruction of many Worlds

Eye shall sit beneath the bough of this Tree

Eye shall sit
& not be moved

Tho’ matter becomes mind &
Water is drawn from the skins of tyme

{One-Beat Pause}


Eye shall sit w/ my back firm
Against this trunk

Eye shall not Dance – as you know dancing to be
Eye shall not Stir

Eye shall not Flow
(Ento the Ganges)
B’fore my coronation occurs

Earth, present,
Bear witness

Eye repeat:

En Strength & Beauty,
Eye shall sit
& not be moved

{One-Beat Pause}

A million particles of Light,
Eye shall radiate

& bath, en gold, Parisian beggar
& Spanish mountain alike

My path, Angels – The Dawn shall be
Its end & beginning

[His Brilliant Red Crest Facing East,
The Cock En Question Scratches The Clay Beneath His Feet
And Proudly Crows,

Eye am thru with Hell
Eye am thru with the routines of Madness

Enough! Enough of crack’d lips
Enough of bleeding sores beneath the tongue

And licking the roof my mouth,
Tasting metal

Eye am thru with Deformities of the Soul
Eye am thru with Damnation

Enough! Enough of my arms bound to the Post
Enough of brown, ragged flesh
Barely, just barely
Clinging to bone

Enough of Torture
Ill-defined and poorly executed, NOT

By Powers (Earthly or Cosmic) bent upon mutilation;

By ME.]

© LogosVox 2012

The Next Rabbit Hole

The Mead Drinker drinks. He drinks with the Goddess Saga secretly at her sunken bench. He drinks, gets drunk, disorients his senses and, if he is fortunate, is granted an audience with the Stars; namely, the resident Energies of the darkly lit Collective Unconscious. His existence is a tragic one as he is forever subject to their capricious temperament. They may choose on any given day to bestow upon him lyrical boons, visions, and wisdom worthy of Asgard or they may choose to rebuff his advances and withhold their gifts, leaving his heart and quill lifeless and cold. The Herder herds; he is the “Smasher of the Enclosure [or Obstacle]. He is the “Opener of The Way” and it is along this way, this path, that he guides the aforementioned Stars. Once hidden in the Collective Unconscious, these Energies follow the music of The Herder’s staff into a province of light, wakefulness, and recognition; namely, the Conscious Mind – HIS Conscious Mind – wherein The Herder freely and openly wields these Energies via inspired reason and creative logic. Foregoing the need for and use of intoxication, The Herder’s heart and quill are never cold and lifeless but are always fervent and fierce. One with The Divine, he fathoms deeply and truly the Upanishadic expression, Tat Tvam Asi.