posted on August 8, 2012 at 3:36 pm

engine ear

when the aerial spirits of the airy domains burn down to earth

and the necropolis releases its prisoners

and great green heads rear from the boiling seas screaming for more man

when hands reach out of solid stone and roots of rock curl round your calves

when typhon materialises upon the storm

and his black gaze falls upon your white soft skin

and shrieking winged monkeys are loosed like darts from apollos bow

when wicked women and 100 proof whisky obliterate reason

when this world revolts against idiots who continually rape her

they desire only one thing that is total ruination

when terrible weapons are unleashed upon child and beast

when bad men dream their bad dreams of death and blood

(oh the bloodlust cannot be satiated

though it is within us

it can be conquered with abstinence )

when the end is suddenly here like you always knew it would

and beyond the end is the start of god knows what

and god has granted us this autonomy

no we have granted it to ourselves

when this autonomy is recalled by some god in his anger perhaps

or by some dark star who with its rays causes our will to weaken

when eternal night descends dressed in purplish clouds

as if wrought by some heaving hephaestus who hated us inhuman

and that night is cold and bitter full of ice and filthy snow

factories belching out apocalyptic gaseous kisses to the old sad poor grey skies

when sleep and death cannot be found inside a pill or shot

when sleep and death cannot be obtained even on the waiting lists

when sleep and death have been lost in the postponement

when sleep and death can be bought only on black markets

when sleep and death have been denied . please resume your work!


you’ll find me on birthday island

strolling with the lord

composing a psalm beneath his blessed palms

in dusks which will last forevers

in mornings of century seconds

in the golden noon of his gorgeous day

gardens of the dead and beautiful

flowers beneath that burning royal blue firmament

the crushing crimson sunsets strip glory from the dying day

and rainbows bridge horizon to horizon

and in silvery midnights you’ll find me in my small abode

in certain yoga asanas invoking this gods grace

or in the darkness with some heavenly consort

with hands of velvet and whispers of moon

adorned with galaxy strings and cosmic oomph

yes i see her now through slitted future eyes

the congress of ying thing with yang thang







20 Responses to “birthday island”

  1. Kraig
    Kraig | 8 August 2012 at 7:56 pm #


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      Anonymous | 14 August 2012 at 12:26 pm #

      yes beautiful. reminds me of the dream I had the other night. as i approached the cliffs overlooking an ocean with the most beautiful blue seas. The many hues of blue from the waters being deep and cold, as they crashed poetically into the cliff walls, blocked by the boundaries of the rock edges. and the small blocks of ice, that also broke up even smaller as the waves gently pushed them to the wall. confirming to me yes your right in yr thoughts the water is cold. and the man i saw sitting on the cliffs watching the serence calming scene as well. then next thing u know I am looking at antiques, shops and streets attached to this seaside beautiful place.

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    hellbound heart | 8 August 2012 at 9:24 pm #

    Jesus, man, talk about heaven and hell….
    let me into the gates of everlasting peace and tranquillity

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 8 August 2012 at 10:15 pm #

    Simply Breath Taking !!!

    thank u for sharing , and the pic is amazing !!!


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    Chris | 8 August 2012 at 10:50 pm #

    One of your best Steve. Redolent of Milton, Dante and Auden. Jeremiah on an insightful roll. ‘The crushing crimson sunsets strip glory from the dying day’….damn I wish I could write lines like that!

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    Tanya | 9 August 2012 at 1:02 am #

    Your words are on fire, thier meaning an inferno!

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    hippy | 9 August 2012 at 3:07 am #

    Do you think the end is coming soon?

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    Anonymous | 9 August 2012 at 4:37 am #

    thought… as energy is music/vibration and that is forever (so you pray for the really good stuff to always give more), there will always be within that sky and the seas and those stars with their fire and the eternal wind and everything we feel from each element’s beauty and if we are lucky within the pastures and mountains walked through and water’s buoyancy (etc.) that provides (and do walk as much possible with no, or at best, minimal shoes on when nature allows – I have a whole philosophy on too much shoedom) and gives us a connection to each past/present/future – but think: given 5 cities and a deluge (before) after millenniums of no master other than the one above, then along came (first) the commerce of wood, and… !!!!! oh, bahgeeze! those other societies of deceit/greed/conquer already had written accounts of their histories (what if they had been all that was ever [written]?) but they were only of growing stats/coffeurs and all those horrible things that (again) take man down; when realized this – that theirs was of beauty/true energy/joy and with everything else (unavoidable) taking away from forever had forethought to record – otherwise, I don’t believe there would be any written record, at least nothing most would remember – I mean, why? there was no reason otherwise – everything they held of beauty/trust had been perfected/preserved in verse. wouldn’t it be frugal in this time being (for going again into the future) to record some of the present’s stories in rock tablets? otherwise, what will the future be able to dig for? As all was, to begin all again… theirs was in oral verse (side note: a testimony to? …memory in thoughts is best when experienced in light firsthand so the present becomes a trance to be kept forever – that is white light and it’s so pretty when remembered)- but as all passed and began again – it would have all been lost to the now had not their method of preservation endured? will the present’s record only be excavated [for] once whatever becomes electricity in the next history? ( – and technology may be convenient and all, but it’s also unbalancing natural energy along with those factory issues and eating animals, cloning/manipulating/manufacturing life, and some other stuff like war too); anyway, I don’t care how innovative technology is – there’s no way it can provide/replace what is being used up/taken away… and it is something that too much does harm instead to everyone in all sorts of conditions/even those without – they are at the mercy of others – besides, once into the heavens: it’s all fake [energy]; will it overtake the ability to connect above and also then will earth become a worthless rock floating around in space or will nature’s hope at correction again fix us for the future? kind of goofy thoughts I guess; meant well though – not bad, just thoughts.

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 9 August 2012 at 9:58 am #

      That’s excellent stuff !!!


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    Once | 9 August 2012 at 12:09 pm #


    Eyes are first, yeah, eyes pull it all in
    Nerves are next love, nerves shake from within
    Next comes recognition, and you
    Gotta assess your condition
    Brain waves, memories, lost conversation
    Caring enough to pull it from the bin
    What if I say how I feel, would that
    Would that change everything?

    If there’s anyone, if there’s anyone
    Talk to me for a while.
    If there’s anyone, if there’s anyone
    Bet you thought the next rhyme would be smile

    Well, you’d be right.

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    Steven Krut | 9 August 2012 at 3:19 pm #

    I want to share a spliff with you on Birthday Island. I’ll sit there in the golden noon clumsily rolling it and, even though I promised myself I wouldn’t go all fan boy on you, I won’t be able to resist peppering you with questions like, “How did you think up The Disillusionist?” and “What’s Marty really like?” You’ll sit there cross-legged and annoyed – but eyeing that spliff – and wonder how I got past the security. 🙂

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    linjo | 9 August 2012 at 6:38 pm #

    Live, love and give in the precious life you have been given! there are no second chances to redeem yourself in another life, that is just fantasy. How lucky are we to be actually born, we ourself, a million to one shot! move over, give someone a chance. (maybe I have been reading too much Richard Dawkins, the most articulate scholar!) x Linda

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    hippy | 10 August 2012 at 3:16 am #

    What about all the starving children suffering in this world? Do you think THEY are “lucky to be born”?

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    Linjo | 10 August 2012 at 12:38 pm #

    No of course not. Thank you Hippy x

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    Brien Comerford | 10 August 2012 at 2:12 pm #

    If all the adults in this world were vegan and vegetarian we would have enough grains to feed over 8 billion people which is more than the entire human population. Food animal liberation can end human starvation but humans are addicted to meat, poultry and fish. Eating the dead flesh of our fellow creatures is an abomination that will result in earth’s obliteration.

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    Chris | 10 August 2012 at 3:39 pm #

    ‘Humility’ is redirecting your power in the service of others. It is seeing your gifts as a means of enriching the lives of others, rather than aggrandising your own. Dear Steve….thanks for 3 hours of absolute joy and wonder with you yesterday. To be in the presence of such genius and insight was profound for me. What made it all the more profound, dear Time Being-ers, is Steve’s disciplined and vigorous humility and the lightness with which he holds his many and spectacular artistic gifts and very life on this planet. 

    In the ancient world ‘humility’ was not a virtue. Humility before the gods and the emperor was encouraged, but humility before a peer was not promoted. To ‘love your own honour’ was a virtue. Aristotle promoted this idea in his philosophy. Humility is in short supply today where it is a virtue to trumpet your supposed skills and abilities. Jesus ‘humbled himself, taking the form of a servant.’ Christians believe that in order to be like Christ they should pursue humility. In Buddhism, humility is equivalent to a concern of how to be liberated from the sufferings of life and the vexations of the human mind. The ultimate aim is to achieve a state of enlightenment through meditation and other spiritual practices. Humility can also result from achieving the liberation of Nirvana. When one experiences the ultimate Emptiness (Shunyata) and non-self (Anatta), one is free from suffering, vexations, and all illusions of self-deception. Humility, compassion, and wisdom characterize this state of enlightenment. Hinduism has preached about humility and egoless state through numerous sacred scripts and sages. To get in touch with your true self, whether you call that God or Brahman, the ego must be silenced. The Sanskrit word Ahamkara literally translates into The-sound-of-I, or quite simply the sense of the self or ego. When this sound is stilled, you are in touch with your true being.

    Steve’s humility is disarming and utterly real…it is not a false modesty, but a deep awareness that little dark voice that is always calling us to laud ourselves and make ourselves a ‘god’ for ourselves and others. You have so much to teach this world Steve….keep connected man…and Sam is a total gem. Peace.

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      thetimebeing | 10 August 2012 at 4:28 pm #

      thanks for hanging out and discussing all that stuff
      it was a real pleasure

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      linjo | 11 August 2012 at 9:23 am #

      That is beautiful Chris, thank you. Steve is much loved! Having humility and accountability is precious. I must be aware to have an open mind about things at all times. Linda x

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    Roshni | 13 September 2012 at 10:25 pm #

    The First Day Of My New Life = My Birthday Island

    From years of unrequited passions
    Empty bird,caged in her room
    What was she worth?
    A dying fire
    One glimmering ember

    I believed in the solid and aural world
    Always my salvation from the hollow

    This year I cried for days through the fire
    Couldn’t see the light wait,just forms so helpless
    Couldn’t face being small, couldn’t find that glow

    But it found me
    Scared and broken
    Tore into my numb heart
    An explosive tornado
    I saw fragments sparkle
    I felt light in my soul
    The first day of my new life
    I am filled full
    With sounds and rainbows and softness.

    That’s my story ,
    nothing special
    Changes as we die and grow…

    Hey Steve…Happy Birthday X

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