Totems are usually made of materials
Not constructed using real animals
But this totem was formed by living creatures
The fox was not at the top, weirdly enough
Being the lightest, you might have thought that
Because it would have made sense
But this fox is at the bottom
Holding up a bear, holding up a tiger
Spiritually they are connected
The fox, the bear, the tiger and the swan
Where was the swan? At the top
She was the only one who made sense
But this is a dream totem
A dream held in a sweat lodge
A peyote induced dream
That somehow makes sense
Categories:
peyote, native american,
Form: Prose Poetry
Pray for us St. Mushroom of the Holy Sin
Keep our fingers free from sticky things
And safe from anxiety of the open hole
In the middle of the doughnut where it belongs
Deliver us twelve of them but spare the sugar tax
Sin grows in the dark so wickedly delicious
Bury us not without nutritional consideration
Or restrictions on our caloric intake please
Measure not our waistline figures without end
Have mercy on them
Bless us and deliver us from zippers
St. Peyote see fit to stitch our buttons tight
Teach us how to open the safe without explosives
To steal the contents and escape without notice
With shirts intact, fastened from top to bottom
Lost buttons are frowned upon downtown
Deliver us not into high fashion or traffic stops
Let not our mothers dress us funny after we grow up
St. Peyote, trust in us to feed the puppy only pizza
Without mushrooms. Leave them to us
Categories:
peyote, appreciation, corruption, food, forgiveness,
Form: Free verse
On Peyote Highway
The lanes go this way and that
Purple haze sunset to the left
The radio changes itself
On Peyote Highway
The flowers all try to hitch rides
With thumbs held high in the sky
While cactus ride by on their bikes
On Peyote Highway
Rainbow clouds speak in foreign tongue
The Koala Bear next to you sucks his thumb
The clown on the hood chews Juicy Fruit gum
On Peyote Highway
Skeletons rattle their bones in the back
Constantly asking are we there yet
As mimes mouth hello from the ditch
On Peyote Highway
You travel in both space and time
Take the pedal off the metal of your mind
Set the scenery to always rewind
On Peyote Highway
Categories:
peyote, drug, imagery, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
Peyote, my spiritual guide
Desert stars emanate peace
Beam of star's light penetrates my heart
God's message of love can't hide
From my false reality I slide
Planet's worries combined nothing
In the grand scheme of things
Love is all that matters, God's eternal ride
Live life from within, no approval seek
I am who I am, speak my truth
No chameleon colors change to hide
Honor the self, listen ! Inner voice unique!
Peyote, God's ancient spiritual key
All creation started with a thought
Focused mind a powerful ocean wave
Arising deep within the sea.
12/26/2016
Categories:
peyote, inspiration,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
If the entire world is a stage and we are all actors upon it
So said Shakespeare (paraphrased)
Then daily life is a camera shot in focus.
When we explore our environment it’s a wide angle shot.
When we are stupidly acting on command, it’s a close up.
Well then......
We're ready for our close-up's Mr. D'ville'
“Discontent is the first necessity of progress.”
- Thomas A. Edison
Categories:
peyote, visionary
Form: Lyric
They were there ...
in a jar ... floating ...
Dark and mysterious.
A shaft of sunlight fell on the table
and into the jar
illuminating Nahautl Pyotl Mexcalli nectar.
Cactus buds staring
with buttoned eyes and spiny tufts
like the heart of an artichoke
floating in brine.
Picked in Texas
and sent through the mail
to be shared ceremonially ...
without drums ...
in a Victorian home on Sutter Street.
Once eaten, the journey began
to mystic melodies of merriment.
Eaten slowly as if in reverence
to the power of sacrament.
Blood and wine.
Bone and wafer.
Before and after.
Alpha and Omega.
A shaft of sunlight fell ....
while the sounds of the cosmos
and the colors of eternity were
gifts given from the Spirit of the Universe.
Given to an unfolding soul
no longer locked in a prison of false beliefs,
the bondage of every Other ...
now free to be ...
in the sunlight ...
with her own drum.
Categories:
peyote, history, mystery, places, universe,
Form: Bio