SPEECHLESS

SPEECHLESS

Ineffable prophecies evaporated upon the lips of a mute prophetess

hide, visibly condensed, gazing thru frozen eyes

He's blinded under the realization of sight

His eyes are melting slowly

cascading upward down Her veiled face

leaving stains of ancient scripts and sacred revelations

scarred upon her honey toned evanescent skin

Diaphanously He/She walks without feet

across deserted populated lands

meticulously collecting His own footprints off the surface of sands

that have yet to exist

However, She places each one securely inside Her forlorn bag of no-possessions

Now a mythical fire burns rampant

and a phoenix rises out of its own ashes, with skilled precision

sinking its talons into my tongue

while laying gestating eggs inside my speeches

Convulsions of spiritual oral sex lead me crawling

into the madhouse of my thoughts

where I "five-finger" discount the limitations of my hesitations

and cast them lifelessly amongst swine

...because they're useless

and only nothing makes sense anymore

With inner conviction I sacrilegiously sacrifice my senses of past and future tenses

I meditate inside frozen cubes of pulsating light

drink water from comets

slowly breathe in

hold

and transcend into the breathless state

Where I behold you crying with stolen eyes

kind of like my own

I'm playing chess with Buddha

every move made is a checkmate

Synergistically we bow

in homage to the Divine Self in self

while simultaneously melting into the mosaic of the board

I've ascended to where Saint Germain swallows me in pieces

and regurgitates me out of the 7th seal

The Divine Mother Breast-feeds me into non-existence

where I witness Rumi dressed in poetry

Now I'm sitting at the feet of Jesus "The Christ" while He twists my locks

one at a time

greasing, oiling, and perfuming my scalp with the etheric memories of "The Passion"

He turns into a bottle of consecrated wine

I say "I don't drink anymore"

but Prophet Muhammad laughs and says "Drink! I'm nonalcoholic" I took a sip and fell off the wagon

I'm intoxicated

Now I'm swan diving into the center of the sun just to cool off

drying my nakedness with stars

and hitchhiking on the backs of planets from afar

I carry psychological credit cards with 360° credit lines

that fail to fully satiate me

I'm free

levitating inside the wonder of a newborn infant child

speaking sign languages with lions and teaching badgers how to find peace

I make the "Earth" shake with one fingerprint on spiritual G-spots

causing "Earth" quakes of perpetual orgasms

extirpating and refining false seeds of deceptive empires

sowed inside her womb

I speak silently in many tongues yet the message is one

I watch you stand in awe, amazed,

inside museums of my priceless exhalations

prostrated

you're initiated thru the picture perfect paintings I've created

out of the embryonic pulse of Allah

Secretly in a glance you steal one or two and find them

inscribed with the faded blood stains of forgotten sages

Tracing the invisible braille with your missing fingers

you read... "Is it not written in your law I said ye are all G(g)ods!"

In a rhapsody you melt inside my throat

and ask me to show and prove how the word was made flesh

...According to your faith, be it unto you

I drown the ignorance of religious scholars who seek to misrepresent

my holy books, filed safely in the Akashic records

I watch them choke

resurrect them with truth

and leave them them cremated inside bottles of seraphic ink

where they're cast into the depths of the ocean

so that even abysmal thinkers of no-thought in deep-thought

are able to imbibe the holy stains of scriptural passages

(no longer held ransom)

as they sleep underwater with mermaids and mermen

and drink green tea with blow fishes

I dissolve

into a chalice of humility and compassionately drink myself

Awakening the gift to innerstand the true poetry of gods mystery enigmatically alive in the midst of children playing, women praying

and men with designer ideologies with brand names like "Disappearing Acts"

Now figure that

Confusion himself is confused and so she overdoses

on empyrean sleeping pills and awakens to merge with the one, dying

to attain everlasting life

So be it!

I offer a gesture of genuflection and give flight

to birds of prey from my mouth

gesticulating frantically

incubating spasmadically

inside a vagabond vernacular

I see wisdom sounds foolish upon the public square

Coincidentally

I'm scheduled for execution

I'm beseeching the crowd to bless me first in line because life has no partnership with death

Severed,

my head floats to the ground Abstractly my locks transform

into the serpent Kundalini

energetically slithering up limp spines of those mentally counterfeited

causing a reincarnated erection of remembering

Vast vistas of heaven

panoramically interwoven upon bricks

hieroglyphically decorate prison monasteries like

the celestial temples of Shaolin

These cages contain messengers in the full lotus position

levitating over puddles of holy water inside every cell

Patiently, they await the metamorphosis of cell division

The potential of overwhelmingly replicate screams out

upon hallowed tiers imbued with silhouettes

miming the C-section of raw delivery

Calendars fall to the ground

But I wipe my ass with those

because Alpha and Omega are my devout disciples

A God-Goddess vibrates in the sacred Om

captured and set free in a hermaphroditic rapture

She kisses the new phoenix

Born of the fiery Yin-Yang

The mirrors reflected in his enlightened eyes

reflects you staring at yourself

Unmovingly running scared through palatable Edens

in an attempt to clothe your nakedness

You hear the deaf sounds of "The Magic Presence" walking through the garden

as the "Tao" transmits Shaktipat before asking you

"Who told you you were naked?"