Ron Whitehead

poems april june 2010

 

 

a thief by ron whitehead (bonus track to new book)

 

a thief

 

 

a thief i am stealing

here in the open

where whoever wants

to watch let them watch

as i steal everything i own

what little remains

even my few debts i steal

i am stealing all of it

even my agony my ecstasy i steal

so nothing remains a thief i am

even my self i steal i steal

steal everything i own from

myself and give all of it give

it all away and a thief i am giving

giving giving it all away

 

 

ron whitehead, aha

may 2, 2010

kentucky

 

copyright (c) 2010 ron whitehead

 

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Never Give Up by His Holiness The Dalai Lama & Ron Whitehead (English & Icelandic & Spanish

 

special thanks to Peter Smith for wonderful Courier-Journal article this morning on meetings tween The Dalai Lama & leaders of Islam including Eboo Patel re bringing together Buddhism & Islam (& all world religions & spiritualities with understanding that via open honest dialogue we can find common ground of acceptance & thank you Gray Henry & your Fons Vitae books for bringing out new book Common Ground.) 

 

NEVER GIVE UP (in English/Icelandic/Spanish)

 

by His Holiness The Dalai Lama & Ron Whitehead


Never give up
No matter what is going on
Never give up

Develop the heart
Too much energy in the world
Is spent developing the mind
Instead of the heart
Develop the heart

Be compassionate
Not just with your friends
But with everyone
Be compassionate

Work for peace
In your heart
And in the world
Work for peace

And I say again
Never give up
No matter what is going on around you
Never give up


His Holiness The Dalai Lama & Ron Whitehead
copyright (c) 1994-2010 Ron Whitehead

 

 

Ekki gefast upp

 

by His Holiness The Dalai Lama and Ron Whitehead

 

 

Ekki gefast upp

sama hva gerist

Ekki gefast upp

 

Rktau hjarta itt

Of mikilli orku

heiminum er eytt

rktun hugann

sta hjartans

Rktau hjarta itt

 

Sndu umhyggju

ekki aeins gagnvart

vinum num

heldur gagnvart llum

Sndu umhyggju

 

Stulau a frii

hjarta nu og

um heimsbygg alla

Stulau a frii

 

Og g endurtek

Ekki gefast upp

Sama hva gengur

Sama hva gerist

kringum ig

 

Ekki gefast upp

 

His Holiness The Dalai Lama and Ron Whitehead

 

Icelandic translation by Birgitta Jonsdottir

 

copyright (c) 1994 and 2010 His Holiness The Dalai Lama and Ron Whitehead

 

 

NUNCA TE RINDAS

 

por Su Santidad El Dalai Lama y Ron Whitehead

 

 

Nunca te rindas

No importa lo que ocurra

Nunca te rindas

 

Desarrolla el corazn

Demasiada energa se gasta en tu pas

Desarrollando la mente

En lugar del corazn

Desarrolla el corazn

 

S compasivo

No slo con tus amigos

Sino con todos

S compasivo

 

Trabaja por la paz

En tu corazn

Y en el mundo

Trabaja por la paz

 

Y de nuevo digo

Nunca te rindas

No importa lo que ocurra a tu alrededor

nunca te rindas

copyright (c) 1994 & 2008 His Holiness The Dalai Lama & Ron Whitehead

 

translated by Maria Ines Mogaburu and Lorena Lobita

 

 

feels damn good to know that i no longer have to prove myself to anybody and that, if my soul requires/needs/desires it, i can walk away from any situation, regardless of the reason

 

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thank you and amen my Brother Frank! it is up to us to those few who are with us who are willing to sacrifice even our lives for peace for peace in ourselves in the world in all realms of being. as always i stand my and with you in the trenches of poetry of love of life.

Brother Ron

p.s. can't wait for you to see my new dvd (inserted into new book w/cd). i discuss these very issues.

feels damn good to know that i no longer have to prove myself to anybody and that, if my soul requires/needs/desires it, i can walk away from any situation, regardless of the reason

 

www.tappingmyownphone.com (thanks Sarah Elizabeth for being new webmaster)

we are The Storm Generation

plus facebook & facebook fan club (thanks Kurt Maddox for webmastering these)



--- On Thu, 5/13/10, Frank Messina wrote:


From: Frank Messina
Subject: Re: Never Give Up by His Holiness The Dalai Lama & Ron Whitehead (English & Icelandic & Spanish

Date: Thursday, May 13, 2010, 2:59 PM



To All,

 

Thank you Ron for this information. It's commendable that the Dalai Lama and Eboo Patel came together in the name of peace. I wish the leaders of the lage Muslim communities here in Jersey City and New York City would openly speak of peace AND openly denounce terrorism candidly and transparently. However, I've found many folks in the muslim community live in fear of offending their fellow brothers and sisters. On Monday after the attempted Times Square terror attack, the shops on Grove Street were locked shut, the Mosque quiet, an eerie silence. The sound of fear.

 

As a member of the city's 9/11 Memorial Committee I attempted to help bring people of all religions, races and ethnic origins to participate in the commemorative events throughout the city each year, including people of the Muslim community. I was dimayed to find not one member of the Muslim community willing to get publicly involved. Not one. I brought this up to the Mayor's office and was told, "the Muslims don't want to get involved."

 

My friend Adel Nehme (best friends since kindergarten) whose family escaped Lebanon in the early 1970's says fear is at the heart of why Muslims won't get involved. He said that its not that they don't love America. However, the fear of retaliation from their own peers far outweighs their love and allegiance to America and the greater community of all people.

 

I've brought this "taboo" subject up before only to be met with wide-eyed hushes and gasps. My public comments of this subject were edited and censored out of major publications including the New York Times. The interview with Wikipedia ended up turning toward Ginsberg's obsession with MAMBLA rather than the subject at hand...poetry, politics and 9/11. Eventually I stopped talking about it and stuck with the only religion in the world that really matters....baseball.

 

 

 

Go Mets!

Frank Messina

 

i will lick your leprosy by ron whitehead

 

i will lick your leprosy

 

language is an experiment

 

as Kentucky indigenous aboriginal hillbilly

germ eater sin eater virus eater wandering shaman

i will lick your leprosy and make you

whole again that is if you want it if

you want to be healed to be whole again

every night before i go to sleep i drink from

a huge glass of anxiety ridden fear i eat your

sins and mine as dried up energy bars for breakfast

i mix your pathetically weak word computer viruses

with my blood of Christ blood of the Poet

wedding feast red wine with the Holy Spirit yes i was there

still am wherever i am church is we are

are all dirty potatoes swirling swimming

in whiskey wine sherry port barrels banging clanging

into each other and the more we bang

by sharing the poems stories songs photos films of our lives

the more we come clean the more we recognize

our common ground recognize we all be one

being yes bring me your germs your sins

your viruses your brokeness your anger your

fear your doubts your worries your leprosy and i will levitate

over the open sarcophagus i will ride in the horse driven

Carneval hearse coffin transforming transmuting all

your our fears into the common ground of unconditional love

 

Ron Whitehead, aha

may 13, 2010

kentucky, where diamonds are created

 

copyright (c) 2010 Ron Whitehead

 

i am we are

the lightning the thunder

we are

God's open nerve

God's open nerve

we are The Storm Generation

we are The Storm

The Storm

 

feels damn good to know that i no longer have to prove myself to anybody and that, if my soul requires/needs/desires it, i can walk away from any situation, regardless of the reason

 

www.tappingmyownphone.com (thanks Sarah Elizabeth for being new webmaster)

we are The Storm Generation

plus facebook & facebook fan club (thanks Kurt Maddox for webmastering these)




 

 

oh Nameless by ron whitehead

 

oh Nameless


oh Great Mystery
oh Good True Beautiful Absolute Ultimate Reality
oh Godhead oh God oh Yahweh
oh Creative Forces of the Universe
oh Brahma oh Para-Atma
oh Beloved oh Tao
of Nirvana oh Womb of Dharmas
oh Suchness oh Void oh Clear Light
oh One Mind oh Eternal Way
oh Nameless Great Mystery
oh Unknowable oh Unnameable
oh Great Unknown oh Subtle Invisible Nature
oh Inseparable oh Clear Radiance
oh Immaculate Void oh Ecstatic Bliss
oh Infinite Love oh All Embracing Unity
oh Sublime Lightning
oh Great White Pure Electrical Light Energy
oh Sacred Quest
oh Great Spirit oh One Whirling Song Poem Dance oh Ohm
oh Great One Birth Journey Death
oh One Soul oh One Being
oh All and Everything
oh One Storm
oh One Continual Perpetual Invevitable Change
oh One Limitless Singing Band of Angel Poets
i surrender my will to you
i love you with unconditional love
i unceasingly yearn to be eternally one with you
to regardless of anything and everything to do your will
but i am lost
i know nothing
i see nothing
please i pray
in every atom of my being
physical mental emotional sexual spiritual creative
i pray that you show me the way
in every fleeting moment
that you guide and direct me
and in the shamanic poetry of sorcery
in The Great White LightningAlchemical Light
i will listen to my heart my intuition and follow and do your will
i thank you
for each moment event person being
past present future
i thank you for this opportunity
to grow my soul
i pray for peace in my heart in my entire being
i pray for peace in All and Everything
i pray with no complaints only thanks
in Your Nameless No Name
i pray
with open heart
forgiving giving loving compassionate heart
i pray
amen
ohm

 

ron whitehead, aha
may 19, 2010
kentucky, new jerusalum

 

copyright (c) 2010 ron whitehead



 

we are all dirty potatoes swirling swimming in whiskey wine sherry port barrels

banging clanging into each other and the more we bang by sharing the poems

stories songs photos films of our lives the more we come clean the more we

recognize our common ground recognize we all be one being

 

www.tappingmyownphone.com 

we are The Storm Generation

plus facebook & facebook fan club

 

i will lick your lightninged leprosy by ron whitehead (revised 6/20/10)

 

i will lick your lightninged leprosy

 

language is an experiment

 

as Kentucky indigenous aboriginal hillbilly

germ eater sin eater virus eater rattlesnake blood drinker

lightning drinker wandering yogi outlaw shaman poet

i will lick your lightninged leprosy and make you

whole again that is if you want it if

you want to be healed to be whole again

i drink from a huge glass of anxiety ridden fear before

i go to sleep each night i eat your sins and mine

as energy bars for breakfast i mix your pathetically

weak word viruses with my blood of Christ blood of the Poet

wedding feast red wine with the Holy Spirit yes i was there

still am wherever i am church is we are

are all dirty potatoes swirling swimming

in whiskey wine sherry port barrels banging clanging

into each other and the more we bang clang

by sharing the poems stories songs photos films of our lives

the more we come clean the more we recognize

our common ground recognize we all be one

being we all be one yes bring me your germs your sins

your viruses your brokeness your anger your

fears your doubts your worries your lightninged leprosy and

i will levitate over the open sarcophagus i will ride in rest in

the coffin in the back of the horse driven Carneval hearse coffin

transforming transmuting in that alchemically crucibled death

rebirth original child bomb chamber rebirth chamber all your

our fears into the common ground of unconditional love

 

Ron Whitehead, aha

may 13, 2010, revised june 16 & 17, 2010

kentucky, New Jerusalem, where diamonds are created

 

copyright (c) 2010 Ron Whitehead

 

i am we are

the lightning the thunder

we are

God's open nerve

God's open nerve

we are The Storm Generation

we are The Storm

The Storm

 

the dance (by ron whitehead): we wear these garments...dwell in these temples...briefly...

we are short lived...temporary...sun worshippers we...are delicate...

pale pink blossoms on...Van Gogh's almond tree...our fine attire...

covering bones...dancing bones...the bones...of life...loving bones...

bones in love...the dance...a waltz fragrant...spring wind carries...

us to the end...of the night

  

keep Louisville (& the world) Gonzo (& weird)!!!!!!!!!

 

Ron, wandering sin eater lightning drinker yogi outlaw poet 

www.tappingmyownphone.com 

we are The Storm Generation

plus facebook & facebook fan club

cell 502 475 7772

 

 

oh Nameless by Ron Whitehead (revised 6/20/10)

 

oh Nameless


oh Great Mystery

oh oracled Parnassus
oh Good True Beautiful Absolute Ultimate Reality
oh Godhead oh God oh Yahweh
oh Creative Forces of the Universe

oh Great Holy Spirit

oh 13 Grandmothers

oh 13 crystal skulls including The Anna Mitchell Hedges

Crystal Skull oh Brown Black Madonna oh Thomas Merton

oh His Holiness The Dalai Lama and all other ascended Masters

oh Christ Buddha Bodhisattvaed Consciousness Beingness

oh Holy Lightning Crazy Horse Chief Arvol Looking Horse

Chief of The Dakota Lakota Nakota Great Sioux Nation

Spirit Bearer of The White Buffalo Sacred Pipe

oh oh Sacred Sacred Holy Sites

oh Mother Earth Father Sun

oh Great Mysteries oh Great Mystery Schools

oh Edgar Cayce oh George Ivonovitch Gurdjieff

oh esoteric mystery schools of all religions all spiritualities

oh Essene Gospels of Peace

oh Aboriginal Indigenous DreamTime

oh David Bohm and J. Krishnamurti truth is a pathless land

oh all angels and brothers and sisters and agents of Light and Love 

oh Sacred Psychic Wanderers and Fellow Travelers
oh Brahma oh Para-Atma
oh Beloved oh Tao
oh Nirvana oh Womb of Dharmas

oh Trail of Tears oh Momfeather oh Sarah Elizabeth

oh Mother Theresa oh Joan of Arc oh Saint Francis oh Saint Catharine

oh desert cave dwelling mystics oh wandering outlaw shaman yogis
oh Suchness oh Void oh Crystal Clear Light
oh One Mind oh Eternal Way
oh Nameless Great Mystery
oh Unknowable oh Unnameable
oh Great Unknown oh Subtle Invisible Elemental Nature
oh Inseparable oh Clear Radiance

oh relaxed perineum oh all chakras open

oh all embracing giving forgiving unconditionally loving

open broken bleeding healed soft gentle kind compassionate heart
oh Immaculate Void oh Ecstatic Bliss
oh Infinite Love oh All Embracing Unity
oh Sublime Lightning oh Rolling Thunder
oh Great White Pure Electrical Light Energy

oh Great White Atlantean Egyptian Urantia Book Brotherhood
oh Sacred Quest oh Life Journey Birth Death
oh Great Spirit oh One Whirling Sufi Song Poem Dance oh Ohm

oh levitating over open sarcophagus upper chamber Great Pyramid
oh One Soul oh One Being Beyond All Names
oh All and Everything oh One Storm

oh Alchemically Crucibled ever flowing changing River of Fire
oh Storm Generation oh God's Open Nerve
oh One Continual Perpetual Invevitable Change
oh One Limitless Singing Band of Angel Warrior Poets
i surrender my will to you
i love you with unconditional love
i unceasingly yearn to be eternally one with you
to regardless of anything and everything to do your will
but i am lost
i know nothing i see nothing blind mindless

failure my greatest success please 

please i pray please i pray in every
in every atom of my being i pray that you

show me the way in every fleeting

moment guide and direct me guide me

and in the name and practice beingness

action now of alchemical shamanic poetry

of sorcery i thank you thank you and

i pray in the name of The Great White

Lightninged Light BrotherSisterhood i pray to listen to

my heart and follow and do your will i thank

you for each moment event person being

past present future seen and unseen i thank you

for the opportunity to grow my soul grow my
physical mental emotional sexual spiritual creative

beings centers i pray that you show me the way
in every fleeting moment that you guide and direct me
and in the shamanic poetry of sorcery
in The Great White Lightninged Alchemical Light
i listen to my heart my intuition and follow and do your will
i thank you i pray for peace in my heart in my entire being
i pray for peace in All and Everything
i pray with no complaints only thanks
in Your Nameless No Name
i pray
with open heart
forgiving giving loving compassionate heart
i pray
amen
ohm

 

ron whitehead, wandering sin eater lightning drinker yogi outlaw poet

aha
may 19, 2010, revised 6/20/10
kentucky, new jerusalum, where diamonds are created

 

copyright (c) 2010 ron whitehead



 

we are all dirty potatoes swirling swimming in whiskey wine sherry port barrels

banging clanging into each other and the more we bang by sharing the poems

stories songs photos films of our lives the more we come clean the more we

recognize our common ground recognize we all be one being

 

www.tappingmyownphone.com 

we are The Storm Generation

plus facebook & facebook fan club

 

 

the dance (by ron whitehead): we wear these garments...dwell in these temples...briefly...

we are short lived...temporary...sun worshippers we...are delicate...

pale pink blossoms on...Van Gogh's almond tree...our fine attire...

covering bones...dancing bones...the bones...of life...loving bones...

bones in love...the dance...a waltz fragrant...spring wind carries...

us to the end...of the night

  

keep Louisville (& the world) Gonzo (& weird)!!!!!!!!!

 

Ron, wandering sin eater lightning drinker yogi outlaw poet 

www.tappingmyownphone.com 

we are The Storm Generation

plus facebook & facebook fan club

cell 502 475 7772

 

 

You Grow Wild in My Heart by Ron Whitehead

 

You Grow Wild in My Heart

 

 

Peonies grow wild in Siberia, China, Japan, and Tibet.

Peonies grow wild where the terrain is rugged and the climate harsh.

You grow wild in my heart.

Peonies are perennial plants tolerant of cold winters.

Peonies produce huge amazing flowers each spring.

Although you are not tolerant of cold winters or the cold of my heart in

the spring of each month you magically produce huge amazing brilliant hued flowers.

Practically all garden peonies are hybrids of the hardy wild species.

No garden variety you are the hardy wild species.

The plant, especially the flower, is poisonous but the peony root has

been used medicinally by the Chinese for centuries.

Although your radiant beauty and your fiery wrath often transport me

to the edge of death burning searing

the peony root I discovered in your heart has saved me

ten times ten times the times I nearly died.

Peonies grow wild in Siberia, China, Japan, and Tibet.

Peonies grow wild where the terrain is rugged and the climate harsh.

You grow wild in the Siberia, China, Japan, and Tibet

of my heart where the scarred terrain is rugged and the climate harsh.

You grow wild in my heart.

 

Ron Whitehead

 

copyright (c) 1994 & 2010 Ron Whitehead

how many more times (by Ron Whitehead): how many more times will you see...

the sun set the moon rise...how many more times will you hear...the baby laugh

the songbird sing...how many more times will you feel...your lover's touch the rain

on your face...how many more times will you taste...the sea's salt your lover's lips...

how many more times will you smell...the autumn smoke spring's plowed earth...

how many more times

  

keep Louisville (& the world) Gonzo (& weird)!!!!!!!!!

 

Ron, wandering sin eater lightning drinker yogi outlaw poet 

www.tappingmyownphone.com 

we are The Storm Generation

plus facebook & facebook fan club

cell 502 475 7772

 

how many more times (by Ron Whitehead): how many more times will you see...

the sun set the moon rise...how many more times will you hear...the baby laugh

the songbird sing...how many more times will you feel...your lover's touch the rain

on your face...how many more times will you taste...the sea's salt your lover's lips...

how many more times will you smell...the autumn smoke spring's plowed earth...

how many more times

  

keep Louisville (& the world) Gonzo (& weird)!!!!!!!!!

 

Ron, wandering sin eater lightning drinker yogi outlaw poet 

www.tappingmyownphone.com 

we are The Storm Generation

plus facebook & facebook fan club

cell 502 475 7772

 

 

A Gift From God for my grandaughter Roz by Ron Whitehead

 

A Gift From God

 

for my dearest grandaughter ROZ

on this your golden 13th birthday

 

on friday june 13, 1997

an auspicious holy magical

fortune filled big luck day

Nancye and I walked into

a hospital room after

waiting anxiously wondering

in wonder waiting praying

that dear God and Jesus and

and all your angels please

bless and protect our precious

daughter Rani and her

baby daughter and daddy Jason

an awesome cat in his own right

dig it

and hundreds thousands seen

and unseen waited and waited

asking nurses constantly

how it was going how is it

going and nurses continually

telling us that they were waiting

for the doctor until Daddy

finally chewed their asses out and

told them the nurses that if they didn't

call the doctor within one minute

and tell him that if he wasn't there

within five minutes then he Daddy

would take matters into his own

hands and get the doctor's ass

there himself and Daddy added

that it would be an encounter he

the doctor would not only forever

remember it would be one he the

doctor would never forget so

apparently well obviously the nurses

understood that Daddy not only

meant but would also do what he

said he would do, and all us, Daddy's

kids, knew there was no question

about it that Daddy would indeed

always did do what he said he

would do so the nurses called the

doctor and he then arrived in no

time and in no time there you

were Rozlyn Julia Newman a

star filled angelic magical ancient

beauty filled soul born yet again

into this precious gift this your soul

now to dwell yet again for a while

in this temple your new body your

brilliant shining curious mind the

builder here you were finally born

again falling from the peaceful grace

the ocean of your mother's our

beautiful daughter Rani's womb given

yet again the gift of life the opportunity

to grow your soul to love and cherish

and see and experience God, by any

name especially love and creativity

and forgiveness and peacefullness

and patience and kindness, to become

one with God understanding, indigo

child, that God, by whatever name you

choose, that God is love and lightning

and creativity and remember to find

your dream your dreams and, by taking

one step at a time, from where you are

to where you want to be, build a

bridge build bridges to where you

want to be to your dream to living to

being your dreams always being mindful

thoughtful considerate of yourself and

everyone else and always help others in

ways they need or want to be helped and

your heart your intuition your wisdom your

discernment will help you know how to best

help yourself and others and so Nancye and

I walked into that hospital room and there,

our first grandchild, Rozlyn Julia Newman,

there you were, resting peacefully, angelically,

in your mother's arms, our daughter Rani's arms,

her first child, and it was overwhelming, all of it,

seeing you, Roz, our granddaughter, and your

mother, Rani, our daughter, it was overwhelming

love, yet again, at first sight, and we held you,

and talked with you and God and the angels,

and we welcomed you, Rozlyn, magical child,

welcomed you, knowing that the world needs

you, your help, the world and all its inhabitants,

needs need help, now, help is needed now,

quickly, before the human race becomes dinosaur

bones, well this time human bones, before the 

human race becomes extinct, and I knew and

know that you understand all this, understand

that we have already entered The Storm, and

I know you know the time has come to do all

we can to help heal the earth Mother Earth

to help heal ourselves to help by reminding

ourselves and others that no matter how bad

terrible painful things events get to not judge

each other but to help each other, everyone,

in whatever ways we can, to remind ourselves

and each other that forgiveness really is

amazing grace and is one of the main ways

to remove to erase the negative karma we've

all accumulated by not being mindful enough

of ourselves and others therefore hurting

ourselves and others including those we love

those nearest and dearest to us and finally

most importantly reminding ourselves and

others that perfect love casteth out all fear

birthing compassion and that perfect love

really is all there is and in each and every

moment we all have the free will gift of

choosing of asking ourselves of deciding

then acting on the choice of whether we're

going to be motivated, right now, in this

eternal moment, to be motivated by fear

or by love, and I know you know that there's

only one answer to that question and yes

it's love and so as soon as Nancye and I

left the hospital left You Roz and your mom

and dad as we were leaving I remember

telling Nancye how knocked out I was

knocked off my feet when I walked into

that hospital room and that soon as I saw

you it was love at first sight soon as I saw

you and that I didn't understand why we

couldn't take you home with us and Roz,

as I've said to you and Max and Nathanial

and Rani and Dylan and their families that

wherever I am, and there's never any telling

where that will be, but wherever I am you,

all of you are always welcome and my home

is your home, forever.

 

I Love You Roz

Happy Happy Happy Golden 13th Birthday

Grandad, lost highway outlaw poet

AHA

june 13, 2010

kentucky

 

how many more times (by Ron Whitehead): how many more times will you see...

the sun set the moon rise...how many more times will you hear...the baby laugh

the songbird sing...how many more times will you feel...your lover's touch the rain

on your face...how many more times will you taste...the sea's salt your lover's lips...

how many more times will you smell...the autumn smoke spring's plowed earth...

how many more times

  

keep Louisville (& the world) Gonzo (& weird)!!!!!!!!!

 

Ron, lost highway outlaw poet 

www.tappingmyownphone.com 

we are The Storm Generation

plus facebook & facebook fan club

cell 502 475 7772

 

 

 






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