mystical phenomenology

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I see it in your eyes

Briefly on your belly

It’s there in splendor

The glorification of everything

& nothing at all

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Unlike embalmed scripture

You are living testament

Gobbling fish n’ chips

Heaven’s gate a chatter

Upon the threshold I swoon

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Rawclyde

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identifying with the enemy

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by Davy Crockett Reincarnated
 
(September 2004)
 
Sand in the wind
blood on the ground
mechanical buzzards
   circling around ~
 
I stick my thumb out
for a ride
a ragged old feller
   homeless bound ~
 
Her face appears
in the sky up above
she says with a groan
   “don’t talk about love” ~
 
The vision comes
the vision goes
a shot & splattered
   holy white dove ~
 
I’m covered with dirt
my throat is dry
I gotta leave again
   or I’m gonna die ~
 
Multiple excuses
spin in my head
yet there is
   no reason why ~
 
The sun up above
smokin’ his nose
is always there
   wherever I goes ~
 
The tip of the nose
of the flaming sun
drops an ash
   & forever glows ~
 
Tom Dooley the crow
squawkin’ at my side
squawks “hello”
   but there’s still no ride ~
 
Bullets start to fly
babies start to cry
poor folks run around
   lookin’ for a place to hide ~
 
Stumblin’
fallin’
moanin’
   crawlin’ ~
 
Buildings crashing down
on top ‘o their heads
a tank in the street
   sputterin’ & stallin’ ~
 
I become a layered cake
of grease & grime
just standing here
   without one dime ~
 
Thumb wavin’ above
the tossed & turned
wishin’ hopin’ someone
   will stop just one time ~
 
But they have no pity
they all drive by
a wet sticky tear
   squeezes outta my eye ~
 
Tom Dooley, we gotta
get out of this place
but it looks like we’re gonna
   just stand here & die ~
 
The world’s so hot
folks broken & lame
one by one
   turn into flame ~
 
Her face appears again
from deep down
outta her throat
   churns up my name ~
 
The tears won’t stop
they’re all over my face
my thumb’s stuck out
   but it seems out of place ~
 
Someone pulls over
ahhhhhhh
this picks up
   the pace ~
 
The man at the wheel
is wrapped real tight
around & around
   with dynamite ~
 
I hop in
the coupe takes off
he turns to me &
 says, “gotta light?”
 
It’s an Islamic moment
suspended in time
it’s suddenly quiet
   there’s no more rhyme ~
 
The bell in the tower
inside of my soul
swings to n’ fro
   a mysterious chime ~
 
The crow, Dooley, my friend
has flown far away
the moment ticks like a clock
   with nothin’ to say ~
 
The desert landscape
floats by like a dream
with nothin’ to do
   but lollygag all day ~
 
I dig in my pocket
pull out my bic
get the flame going
   with one little flick ~
 
The vision in the sky
of her memorable beauty
is now some how
   a silly dumb chick ~
 
As the suicide bomber
holds up the fuse
its a proposition
   I cannot refuse ~
 
Almighty God winkith
as we settle back
for one last
   bumpy cruise ~
 
Heaven opens up her
transparent arms
bumps us with love &
   other immaculate charms ~
 
A crispy flash
explodes all around
kills quite a few & sends us
  to distant angelic farms ~
 
Ohhhhhhh the sun up above
he knows
as he smokes his
   eternal cigar nose ~
 
Strums his banjo
combs his flames
& the crow so free do fly
   wherever the river flows…
 
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text copyright clyde collins 2004 2017
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The Davy Crockett Reincarnated Almanac

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art above:

Burning Furnace of Charity

art below:

Tabernacle of The Most High

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across the swamp of time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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by Rawclyde!

1980

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Part One

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I’m smokin’
jus’ jokin’
about the space before
the 1st cave man’s yawn.

I’m walkin’
jus’ stalkin’
the “time” before
the 1st early dawn.

I’m jus’ trippin’
now I’m slippin’
off the ski jump
of a dinosaur’s nose.

Now I’m fallin’
without stallin’
into the earliest space
where nothin’ comes or goes.

Time don’t flow
rhyme is slow
nobody’s here to receive
a “hello” nod.

I’m so alone
just a floatin’ stone
but I can feel
the shadow of God.

And here’s eternity
n’ here’s infinity
n’ here I am floatin’ in
the middle of their far out kiss.

But I’m not elated
nothin’s been created
just floatin’ in peace
with nothin’ to miss.

Yeeeap, nothin’ to miss
drifting in this kiss
the fricken’ Garden Of Eden
hasn’t even been made.

No planet in sight
there ain’t no light
no promises yet
promising sun or shade.

Just a sleeping God n’ me
oh so mellow n’ free
oh yes, and one more thing causes
this space to fit like a glove.

I’m still smokin’
but not really jokin’
’cause that one more thing,
my sweet thing, is your love…

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Part Two

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What’s below my feet
war on the concrete
ants fightin’ ants ’til
thousands die in misery?

Strip my soul
tickle my goal
yours truly is somersaulting
into ancient history.

It ain’t no bull
I’m Hannibal
riding on an elephant
I’m the highest general around.

I ride so high
the Alps do cry
n’ Roman soldiers bury
their heads in the ground.

I’m so unruly
’tis recorded truly
a mother’s baby is born
with an elephant’s head.

At Carthage, my home
I laugh all alone
when my war is lost n’
my people weep with dread.

The moon glows
the wind blows
I’m jus’ sittin’ in a room now
surrounded by the Middle Ages.

The noise outside
proves somethin’s died
unable to understand freedom
men forever are rattling their cages.

In the gloomy doom
of the smokey room
I’m a mad mad saint
concentrating on the Holy Truth.

The journey is far
to the inner star
finally I, Saint Augustine, smile
n’ you can see every tooth.

I whip out my pen
n’ do the world in
with prose n’ prose n’ prose
about my love for the Lord.

The book is complete
I creak to my feet
walk out the door n’ duck
the devil’s flashy sword.

An ant in a college
readin’ half-cooked knowledge
pinches a purple dream hello
n’ now I’m Clyde Collins on the road.

I’m jus’ smokin’ a cob
restin’ after a job
parked at a curb in El Paso when
love for those walkin’ by eases my load.

Sweet love without fail
attacks ‘gain in jail
when I plead for one glass of water
n’ a black man brings back three.

But it ain’t nothin’
next to your lovin’
n’ compared to the travel I travel
when lookin’ at the blue eyes of thee…

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Part Three

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The faucet is drippin’
the minutes are slippin’
as we sit here holding
each other’s hand.

Outside in the night
I hear traffic fight
and swear I feel like
the 1st cave man ~

Sittin’ before his fire
his brains climbing higher
’til suddenly he knows
his ancestors are the stars.

So you n’ I grow old
many futures unfold
oops, we’re dead now
buried with all our scars.

The earth is revolvin’
our bodies dissolvin’
time is somersaulting
itself into shreds.

We’re jus’ floatin’
our souls smokin’
pickin’ up debris n’
left-over threads.

We’re grinnin’ too
spinnin’ so true
two giant planets now
in an other realm farrrrrrr out.

We travel together
sharin’ our weather
our winds whisper love n’
storms celebrate with a shout.

Fields of grass grow
suns come n’ go
a blazing comet sweeps by
and oh my it is Jesus.

Stars are smokin’
angels are jokin’
a great cosmic gate unbolts
n’ thru it the comet leads us.

My head bows low
there’s too much glow
been runnin’ ‘cross the swamp of time
now I’m fallin’ outta my chair.

I’m done smokin’
my brain’s broken
heaven is heaven is oh heaven
n’ you sittin’ with me puts me ~ there!

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Text Copyright Clyde Collins 1980, 2010, 2017

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