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
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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
Ekki gefast upp by His
Holiness The Dalai Lama and Ron Whitehead Ekki gefast
upp sama hvað
gerist Ekki gefast
upp Ræktaðu
hjarta þitt Of
mikilli orku í heiminum er
eytt í ræktun
hugann í stað
hjartans Ræktaðu
hjarta þitt Sýndu
umhyggju ekki aðeins
gagnvart vinum þínum heldur
gagnvart öllum Sýndu
umhyggju Stuðlaðu að
friði í hjarta
þínu og um
heimsbyggð alla Stuðlaðu að
friði Og ég
endurtek Ekki gefast
upp Sama hvað gengur á Sama hvað gerist í kringum þig –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 corazòn Demasiada
energìa se gasta en tu paìs Desarrollando la mente En lugar del corazòn Desarrolla el corazòn Sè compasivo No sòlo con tus amigos Sino con todos Sè compasivo Trabaja por
la paz En tu
corazòn 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 www.tappingmyownphone.com (thanks Sarah Elizabeth for
being new webmaster) we are
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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
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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
we are The
Storm Generation
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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 we are
The Storm Generation plus facebook & facebook fan club cell 502 475 7772 |
oh Nameless by Ron Whitehead (revised 6/20/10)
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oh Nameless
oh
oracled Parnassus 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 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
relaxed perineum oh all chakras open oh all
embracing giving forgiving unconditionally loving open
broken bleeding healed soft gentle kind compassionate heart oh Great
White Atlantean Egyptian Urantia Book Brotherhood oh
levitating over open sarcophagus upper chamber Great Pyramid oh
Alchemically Crucibled ever flowing changing River of Fire failure
my greatest success please please i
pray please i pray in every 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 beings
centers i pray that you show me the way ron
whitehead, wandering sin eater lightning drinker yogi outlaw poet aha 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 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 we are
The Storm Generation plus facebook & facebook fan club cell 502 475 7772 |
You Grow Wild in My Heart by Ron Whitehead
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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 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 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
we are The
Storm Generation
plus facebook & facebook fan club
cell 502 475 7772