posted on July 3, 2014 at 6:19 pm

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i deal in spirit the heaviest element

white shot of soul in the heart of everyman
my ace of gods babbling in my mind (the good brook)
as creation whirls around vishnu at 33 and a 3rd RPM
i am in between the muses and the pineals
i hover between mind and body nowhere to be found
oh embrace the paradox and get over it..!
the sexy rocknroll christs getting hammered for love
lucid holy ghost dream your nails rip open my hand
your tortured eyes always depicted nephilim blue
but how to connect you with these teaming galaxies..?
sweet personal kid who comes as buddha or krsna
buddha says yes there are gods but all must fall down
krsna says come walk with me
in the these brilliant pastures of flamingo and swan
i took care of everything and eternity is guaranteed
talitha baby child om shanti forever
i am yoked to this universe i am hooked on the stars
in the most marvellous language i sing worlds into life
i believe in everything as all belief in me
my lovely god a handsome devil he moves in wonder
emanating sublime continuums with bio-tech miracles
fashioning creatures to admire the scenery
thus he sneaks up on himself to try to dig this sacred earth
the tiny eyes see for themselves the clouds and the seas
it is nothing to me that they do not believe

27 Responses to “abandoned poem”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 3 July 2014 at 7:27 pm #

    Can’t read the grey text – go back to white!

  2. avatar
    Kohl Ette | 3 July 2014 at 9:57 pm #

    Heavy light day night dark light. Quick! So… heavy metal very mercurial.

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    Anonymous | 3 July 2014 at 10:11 pm #

    You ‘believe in everything’.
    I don’t believe in anything.
    Are either of us right?

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      Anonymous | 4 July 2014 at 7:40 pm #

      Not even yourself?

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        Anonymous | 4 July 2014 at 10:01 pm #

        Course not – I know how useless and worthless I am.
        Do I believe I exist?
        Hey, if everything is an illusion then I’m also an illusion – and, being thus, the illusion is real to me.
        Got it?
        Bob Howard said that in the 30s.

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          Anonymous | 5 July 2014 at 9:30 am #

          So if I pinch you it would not hurt. Cause your just an illusion.

          Useless & worthless huh. Sounds like a pity party if ever I heard one.

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            Anonymous | 5 July 2014 at 1:35 pm #

            Or just the truth? And you’ve not understood the ‘illusion’ thing have you? It’s the opposite. Dumb ass.

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          Anonymous | 5 July 2014 at 8:12 pm #

          I’m not an illusion. I am real. Therefore out goes ‘everything is an illusion’.
          The question is y does sk like us to beleive everything is an illusion. Or is that just my take on his writings.

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    kell | 4 July 2014 at 1:31 am #

    Maybe some day they will…..believe. That is between them & themselves, as it is with we.

  5. avatar
    cheryl | 4 July 2014 at 4:43 am #

    peace to you Steve in body, mind, & spirit,your whole being .

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    paul | 4 July 2014 at 6:29 pm #

    could be the greatest poem you’ve done so far. this is genius. you are a visionary steve

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    Chris | 5 July 2014 at 10:55 am #

    RocknRoll gutsy theology….cosmos and earth intertwined….this is exactly what I believe to be true…long live sk

  8. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 July 2014 at 8:47 am #

    I just read in a mag. ‘Love is the secret password to every friendship.’
    Not that we didn’t know this instinctively. But it’s nice to be reminded.

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    Anonymous | 7 July 2014 at 7:08 pm #

    ‘It is nothing to me that they do not believe’.
    And yet the gods cease to exist when belief in them dies.
    They draw their power from the faith of their adherents.
    They gradually lose this power as the numbers of their believers diminishes.
    A deity dies when no one believes in it any more.

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 8 July 2014 at 12:33 am #

    Nephilim Blue?
    Oh, if only there were such a colour.

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    Baffled and not a little nonplussed | 9 July 2014 at 1:59 am #

    Steve, help me to understand this:

    Bill Nelson and Reeves Gabrels have made a collaborative album called ‘Fantastic Guitars’.
    Now, as you well know, Bill’s guitarplaying is fantastic – but Gabrel’s playing is fucking awful beyond words!

    What in the living fuck is likely to be going on in Bill’s head to make him do this?!

    Seriously, man, I need the perspective of a guy with many collaborations to his name. Like – WTF?!

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 10 July 2014 at 5:46 pm #

      bill needs the money ?
      i know i hate gabrels but i love bill
      go figure

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        Anonymous | 11 July 2014 at 2:09 am #

        Bill definitely needs the money – did you hear how he’s never had a penny in royalties for any Be Bop Deluxe album? EMI lied for years and said none of the albums had recouped their advance – but it turned out that they’d all been in profit for decades but EMI had been paying all of Bill’s Be Bop royalties to the 3 blokes Bill kicked out of the band after Axe Victim in 1974!
        Fucking fuck’s sake.
        Hopefully, Gabrels funded this new collaboration with the wages Bob Smith pays him.
        Pity Bill never joined Bowie to record Scary Monsters like he was supposed to in 1979, eh? Pity Gabrels ever joined Bowie…

  12. avatar
    Anonymous | 9 July 2014 at 7:40 pm #

    Steve, Rick Maymi’s comments about substituting heroin for speed – he’s just a dick, right?

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 10 July 2014 at 5:46 pm #

      whos asking?

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        Anonymous | 10 July 2014 at 7:51 pm #

        Sorry, Steve, should have counted to 10 before saying anything. I’d only just seen his comments from last year. Backstabbing from supposed friends always presses my buttons and I was pissed off on your behalf and reacted. Not my place, I know. Sorry, Steve.

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    Anonymous | 10 July 2014 at 5:49 pm #

    ‘For who shall change with prayers or thanksgiving
    The mystery of the cruelty of things? ‘ Algernon Charles Swinburne

    Interesting readings this poet. Bit like your work with hidden understandings.
    Though the 2nd line is no longer a mystery 2 me, that is why I supplicate for change.

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      Anonymous | 10 July 2014 at 10:50 pm #

      But you can’t change even a hair on your head.
      Jesus said so.

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        Anonymous | 12 July 2014 at 7:48 pm #

        No. It is ‘not a hair of your head will perish. By standing firm you will gain life. ‘ NIV of Luke 21:18-19
        Otherwise many of us women wouldn’t be able to highlight how hair colour as it changes with age or even the desire for something different.

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    cocoamo | 11 July 2014 at 11:02 am #

    Lovely art work. Goes well with the prose. Love the different colored eyes, the sparkling background, everything. Nice iridescent feel. A good work indeed.
    Also lovely writing. The words, as they sometimes do, begin to swirl about
    Like smoke from burning incense, and take us on a journey
    Lost in some magical world with gods and muses and I wonder
    If you really believe in these things. You seem to have an in with the powers that be, and I am envious.
    But also such a devout agnostic.
    I don’t know if I would prefer the gods to exist or for nothing to exist.
    Reincarnation, heaven, hell, purgatory, or just black nothingness..
    I don’t know if I even want to know the truth.
    The ambiguity is so omnipotent.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania


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