Monday, August 22, 2011

Just a question I ask of you.

I know that the old
knowledge of rhythm and poetry
holds the truth
it is part of all cultures.
And take this message.

We are part of the global village
many voices talking at once
most say same
however, in many areas
the message is confused.

High Tower fell
and when it crashed, we lost our ability to communicate.
We have a partnership with our brothers,
wives, our sisters, our mothers.

Communication is scarce although
love shines through the occasional gap in the clouds.
As humans, we must stop depending on expectations.
If you expect others to do perfectly what you think they should do
you will always be dissapointed
you will always make their short-falling
in your eyes
a resentment.

I refuse to try an amnesty.
All have to be willing to compromise anyone's differences.
However, by choosing what you are willing to compromise
your conscience should be your guide.
What - what is it?
Does it serve the freedom and betterment of all ?
Does it concentrate the power to a few ?

That is my question for you.

...........Mitch Fuqua
comments censored by FarceBook ( AKA FascistBook )
That is wonderful Mitch. Very thought provoking. In light of the death of Jack Layton, the leader of the New Democrate Party and Canada's opposition leader, this is a great question for the interim leader (of the NDP) and all people for that matter. Are our messages and actions consistant with one another?
Christine Stewart 1:48pm Aug 22
That is wonderful Mitch. Very thought provoking. In light of the death of Jack Layton, the leader of the New Democrats Party and Canada's opposition leader, this is a great question for the interim leader (of the NDP) and all people for that matter. Are our messages and actions consistent with one another?
Mitch Fuqua
Mitch Fuqua1:51pm Aug 22
Lol...and the loop closes...
Mitch Fuqua
Mitch Fuqua1:53pm Aug 22
as does my last post...see my blog if you want to see me UN-censored... 
Sorry Mitch, thought it was a glitch in the matrix ;)
Christine Stewart 1:56pm Aug 22
Sorry Mitch, thought it was a glitch in the matrix ;) might call it that... { :-p}  * Mitch Fuqua*


Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Lorem Ipsum ( it's all Greek to me )

Lorem Ipsum ( it's all Greek to me )

the form is illusory
everything in the universe is following the flow
beginning low and trembling
it changes as the electromagnetic oscillations of wavelength shorten
becoming more active
it creates an increasing transmutable form
the sum of our thoughts impact the form
the question of our thoughts is...
will you join us - will you help us
manipulate our love of the world
this a movement and moment of love and virtue in the universe
as love has no fear of evil
and as love grows
we can see the expansion of the universe
and love is growing...

.-. .. -.. -.. .-.. . ... / -.-. .-. . .- - . / -.- -. --- .-- .-.. . -.. --. . Mitch Fuqua

Translation for Lorem Ipsum

form is an illusion.
everything in the universe is the result of vibration.
this starts as lower vibration and changes to electro-magnetic vibration as the wavelength shortens
when energy vibrates, it creates a form.
this form is transmutable as the frequency increases.
the highest frequencies are in the form of our thoughts
our thoughts become our reality
we shape our own future...
with the power of love we can manipulate our universe
love is the emotion and power of the universe
fear and evil are simply the absence of love
as the universe expands
so too our love grows...

........... Mitch Fuqua

Monday, June 27, 2011

Nepalese Jungle

Nepalese Jungle

slowly flowing emerald water pools in placid lake
no tears shed from cat-like eyes of golden green bronze
but there is a grin.........dare say a smile ?
mastering the primal creative force
the toothsome crocodile

a head the verdant subtropical forest looms
in the dappled shade sweet smelling jasmine vines climb
into the canopy
perfect white blooms releasing
the intoxicating perfume of the gods

a rustle in the tall bamboo thicket
materializing as if from another dimension
the sinewy muscled form of the orange hunter
black stripes in stark contrast
low throated growl as he stalks his prey

coming now to the elephant drivers
Mahout's goofy gap - toothed grin
bright red saliva running from mouth to chin
betel nut quid in mouth as he offers leaf folded
magnanimous gesture to you is behold-ed

accepting graciously you take packet and chew
an energetic feeling gradually washes over you
cooling the head and comforting the heart
you would normally drink bitter black coffee
the nut is much better for a morning jump-start

great gray massive creature moves ponderously slow
but with an incredibly graceful liquid beauty
snake-like trunk like a pendulum swings to and fro
Mahout gives a hum obedient pachyderm kneels
climbing aboard, signal from heels, haathi arises, transport sans wheels

Mitch Fuqua

Odd Sam ( Sam I am )

Odd Sam ( Sam I Am )

It all started yesterday afternoon
My name is Sam - do you know who I am ?
I was the most bizarre crash test dummy around
I have a girl
Her name is Alice
Alice is a nurse
Sexy Nurse Alice

We do everything together, Alice and Sam
but yesterday...yesterday we went too far
In the park as it was just getting dark
we tickled the Good Humor Man !
Now you're probably thinking
why we would do such a thing as to tickle the Good Humor Man.

To be perfectly honest with you
I really don't know
It seemed a good idea at the time
Call it a wild hair
Hindsight is twentytwenty it's said

We were standing there
the wind rushing through our hair
I said, "Always stand in my arms."
We heard the tinkling of the bell
smelled the icecreamy smell
I heard someone whisper "DAH"
and like a vision of white
the Icecream Man appeared before me !

And then it happened
Oh Oh Oh ...

The next thing you know we were picking ourselves up off the ground...
brushing bits of grass off our clothes
while the Good Humor Man lay there giggling
tears of laughter streaming down his face
We turned and ran as fast as we could
back to her apartment
"What just happened ?", she said
I just shook my head

From that moment our relationship has changed
But still, it's my opinion
and I know you know what they say about opinions
I have had all evening to think about what happened
Would I have changed things ?
Do you really wear a yellow plastic raincoat?
We go together - Alice and Sam - Sam and Alice
forever memories - Sam is Alice - Alice is Sam
"Are you kidding ?"
"Boom!boom!" sticky sticky sticky
Oh man...
the night is crying
crying tears on the joints of your dreams.

.-. .-. .-. .-. .-. Mitch Fuqua



It was a long time ago that I signed in online
Nothing to watch on the tube - thought I'd just kill some time
I didn't know about Yahoo, My Space or Facebook
It was a chat-room on Wireclub that I happened to look

I was watching the text scroll - one line after another
Comments by jokers and fools, everyone and his brother
I was new to all this, so I just sat and watched it roll
Not a clue I was about to meet the mate for my soul

A message popped up for me much to my great surprise
A woman made a comment about the intensity of my eyes
My mouth dropped open, I wasn't sure what I should say
I never dreamed that I'd meet you on that January day

We chatted for a bit, joking and laughing all the while
I had so much fun with you darling - you gave me a reason to smile
Every night logging on hoping your user name I'd see
Seemed you wanted love and affection exactly like me

Well, we graduated to Yahoo because Wireclub was a zoo
When I could hold it in no longer I let it slip, "I love you."
I nearly cried for joy when you told me, "I love you too."
Think now as I thought then that our love was so true

We shared all of our secrets and we read each other's minds
It was so strangely uncanny happening time after time
You said you wanted to meet me, a trip was scheduled for May
I waited for you to show up but the date slipped away

July, then September, October, November Oh God, how I waited !
And though I died a little each time, my love never was abated
When you canceled the Christmas visit I thought I'd fall apart
I was hurting so badly, like a knife plunged deep in my heart

But what came to light next made me wish I was dead
You had two young daughters and were unhappily wed
I was devastated and broken and I said, "Him or me !"
Seemed this love that we shared was destined never to be

You swore that you'd leave him - get divorced - be my mate
Things would all work out fine for us, just be patient and wait
So I've waited and waited - now ten months have gone by
Does it mean I'm a fool when I break down and cry ?
I just can't give up on you, a lonely victim of fate
Dreaming of the day when no longer I'll have to wait

...........Mitch Fuqua

Queen Moon / King Sun

Queen Moon / King Sun

in time immortal before dawn of man
at the horizon where the sky meets the land
the queen of the moon and the king of the sun
through alchemical conception both became one

supreme force for their union sent doves to bless
they confronted each other in unashamed nakedness
the pure truth of their love was not a illusion
ultimate power released because of their fusion

in slow decaying orbit each one circling their lover
intuitively knowing where to caress one another
atmosphere charged with ozone crackling static
discovering the secret of powerful tantric magick

softly kissing feeling energy beginning to spark
between their lips electricity starting to arc
running her fingers from broad shoulders to chest
sighing as his hand gently cups heaving breast

passion white hot within each of them burning
from base chakra the fire is constantly churning
though the release desired is undeniably strong
to work the spell congress must be prolonged

she gasps for breath as he enters slowly
the act for both is most sacred and holy
joined as one focusing on predetermined goal
kundilini harnessed and kept under control

the power allowed to trickle follows the spine
with intentions of great will to enter the mind
until it is filled completely and no more can it hold
crown chakra opens like lotus and the magick explodes

with the force of a volcano as they give an outcry
each one holding the other as they shiver and sigh
eyes locked on each other sharing passionate kiss
changing the world through shared orgasmic bliss

... --- -- --- - . .. - -... . Mitch Fuqua

Why Cry

Why Cry

Sometimes I wonder why we cry
when someone close to our heart dies
when salty tears course down our face
down to our mouth where we can taste

It's not like they have been erased
they simply go to a better place
they flow through the velvet black of space
existing in a most holy grace

No more they suffer the pain of life
drawn like moths into the light
with Divine Creator joined as one
shining brighter than the brightest sun

For ourselves we grieve, yet all in vain
to try to rid our hearts of pain
dark clouds of despair, tears like rain
what pours out can never be regained

With smiles not sorrow let them go
sweet memories in your heart, not woe
understanding what all should know
one day you'll join those you love so

...........Mitch Fuqua

Astral Flight

Astral Flight

Moonglow shimmers and shines on silver sea
sleepy gray eyes closing silently
drift away to another place
now sunbeams warming up your face
opening eyes, "Is this a dream ?"
illusion not always what it seems
for what you thought was deep twilight
is gone, replaced by sunshine bright

wide awake, you stretch and yawn
the moon - the sea - all traces gone
lying on vivid green grassy mound
you lift yourself up off the ground
in distance hazy blue mountain towers
below you a vast profusion of flowers
bees buzz by as you scurry downhill
to stand in middle of jeweled field

scratching head, "How can this be so ?"
on a beach you slept just hours ago
"Could this be result of astral flight ?"
feeling it is, with childlike delight
traveling with your silvery cord
another vista is your earned reward
knowing now you can move on astral plain
life will never be quite the same

........Mitch Fuqua

Master Jimi

Master Jimi

with fluid fingers
the man coaxes sounds from his guitar
rhythmic pulses proceed
moans cries wails

masterfully he takes his guitar/woman
fuses with her
and releases cosmic consciousness upon the world

seer - sage  poet - mage
"Jimmy James"
of the Blue Flames
pouring out his soul through his religion

sometimes rattling off
machine-gun riffs at naysayers
"I'm gonna put a curse on you
and all your kids will be born completely

words of wisdom for us all
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power
the world will know peace."

sacrificing his love
on a dark stage in Monterrey
flames licking greedily
along her length
as he invokes the higher power

"Feelings - sweet feelings
drop from my fingers... fingers
scuse me while I kiss the sky"
listen to his mantra
"Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens."

rest in peace, cosmic soul brother...

........Mitch Fuqua

Blossom of Love ( image by Astrella )

Blossom of Love

come to me dear one, let me look longingly in your eyes
I want you so desperately with a need I can't disguise
what started as friendship has blossomed and grew
tell me I'm not alone - tell me you feel it too

I want to wrap my arms around you in a loving embrace
shower tiny little kisses on your lovely upturned face
press your hand to my chest to feel my madly beating heart
that feels like it will crumble whenever we are apart

in the beginning the feeling was so chaste and pure
but if I can't merge with you now, not sure how I'll endure
If I deny my feelings for you, then I am living a lie
I will not let that happen, I'd rather lay down and die

so I open my heart to you as I plea beseechingly
take my hand and lay bare all of your charms to me
let us join together as man and woman in love
with the glorious blessing of all that's holy above

........... Mitch Fuqua

Desert Dune Dreamer

Desert Dune Dreamer

Cold and lonely the desert dune dreamer
watching the hazy sun sinking under the hill
a victim of happenstance - by no means a schemer
pulls tattered coat around to fight off the chill

trudging ever onward pay no heed to the cost
though he has stumbled a few times and he fell
not sure where he's at, but he knows what he's lost
stuck in this limbo between heaven and hell

thinking sadly about loved ones left so far behind
no matter how badly he wanted, he just couldn't stay
bitter memories slipping up to tug at the mind
a man can not change the past try as he may

the moon rises over shining her pale silvery light
off in the shadowed distance hear the wolves howl
walking through the wilds with the creatures of the night
and like his nocturnal brothers he is on the prowl

travel these badlands in a quiet desperation
till glowing orb of the night is outshined by the sun
in this wasteland of sand and harsh desolation
understanding the journey will never be done

...........Mitch Fuqua

Spin Spin Spin

Spin Spin Spin

Earth spinning lovingly around the Sun
mother Earth held in thrall of the plasma
Sun orbiting too, what draws him is unknown
round and round like a crazy carnival ride
you would think that all these satellites would get dizzy
but after billions of years I suppose it is second nature
and think of the Moon
it spins round the Earth
that spins round the Sun
that spins round something even bigger
that spins round something even bigger than that
no wonder the Moon is a little loony
seems there is always something bigger in the universe to spin around
even galaxys get to spin.
spinning around the rim of a black hole
circle, wobble, spin spin SPIN
but...DON'T FALL IN !
OK. I'm dizzy now...

...........Mitch Fuqua

Sasquatch Encounter

Sasquatch Encounter

a primeval forest in the westerlands
towering evergreen redwoods dripping
mother nature's tears condensed from pacific ocean's mist
dropping down on the arching fern fronds
crystal beads running down the stem
until they are blotted up by the thick
lush emerald green carpet of the moss

bending down to pick mushroom pushing up through the moss
in the cool forest dimness a velvet black silhouette
face unseen yet the soul knows that he is a long distanced brother
hiding out of choice, for we are the monsters who defile his environs
his kind have dwelt here long before we arrived
he will be here long drawn days after we have left

not homo sapiens man, he lives off the land
his scent reaches you about the same time your funk assails him
you smell dung but it is at least a natural odor
he smells unnatural stink of you, chemicals and big city death
wailing he turns and crashes through the forest and is gone
although easily three times your size, he is terrified.
how does it feel to be the monster ?

...........Mitch Fuqua

A multitounged translation of "To everything there is a season" verse from Ecclesiastes 3:1 as found in the King James Version of the Bible

I took the "To everything there is a season" verse from
Ecclesiastes 3:1 as found in the King James Version of the Bible and translated it through the 4 major languages of the world in order of number of people speaking each language. I started with Chinese and went to Spanish, then to Hindi, finally back to English.
The result was interesting...

All things pass under heaven all the time:
Birth of a time to die, a time for a time, factory, plant extract, but also
For a time, killing time while a break to heal, a time to build
For a while, crying, laughing, sometimes, to grieve, time to dance;
A stone's throw away, time to gather stones A time to embrace, a time to stay with a hug;
One way to keep lost time once, and a time to cast away;
A tear, sew a time, to a silent, to a point in time to time;
At one time, a time to love and hate, war time, peace for a while.

Here is the original text...

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Highland Dan ( a poem in Galic and English )

Highland Dán (a poem in Gaelic)

Tá an sliabh ar sentinel eibhir liath
cosúil leis an sprús firs giants
robes drooping na glas
aill craggy le crainn beithe airgid
shining tríd an bhforaois dim
charms ar an uaigneas uaigneach súile jaded

Tiubh mist foggy ardú suas ó
doimhneacht dubh shadowy den loch
ag trasnú an moors móinteacha drifting go mall i dtreo fraochmhá
i gcás an fraoch corcra highland i gcodarsnacht lom aitinn buí beoga

Sníonn an ceo nós wraith adh
slipping tríd an donn raithneach
ardú suas serpentine glas straths o 'ghleanna
níos airde nook sciath-áit a bhfuil an trickles sruth glioscarnach
linnte criostalach na enveloped calma ag caonach emerald velvety
mar a dhéanann an t-uisce ar bhealach shadowed
ag raithneacha agus sabhaircíní
tharraingt anuas ar an dell ... leis an loch ... go dtí an fharraige

........... Mitch Fuqua

now in English...

Highland Poem

The mountain a grey granite sentinel
spruce firs like giants with
drooping robes of green
craggy cliff with silver birch trees
shining through the dim forest
the lonely loneliness charms jaded eyes

Thick foggy mist rising up from the
shadowy black depths of the loch
crossing the peaty moors drifting slowly toward heath
where the purple highland heather in stark contrast of vivid yellow gorse

The fog flows like a silent wraith
slipping through the bracken brown
rising up serpentine green straths o' glen
higher sheltered nook where the shimmering stream trickles
crystalline pools of calm enveloped by velvety emerald moss
as the water makes way shadowed
by ferns and primroses
drawn down the dell... to the loch... to the sea

...........Mitch Fuqua

The Merging

The Merging

I remember the visage of your face
the way we had the fire of desire was like a secret world of dreams
I remember in the dream's creation
the fires that burned shared between us
it took me by surprise that you were my Goddess
I had the joy to worship at your altar

soft woman of silky brown hair and creamy white skin
blood red ruby lips demanding to be kissed
breasts like teacups with coral pink tips
deep brown eyes smoldering as coals
lithe curves sculpted comparable to a masterpiece
intoxicating, mesmerizing, my vital fluid simmers

lowering of eyes silently bidding me to come closer
looking into such eyes there is only acceptance
no denying your wish, even if I so willed it
I am lost, I am your servant, I live to fulfill your desires
seeing this you demurely smile knowing I am yours
the Priestess drawing power from her acolyte

your lips parting slightly to elicit the coming kiss
tender at first but growing in passion exponentially
mouths opening more as our tongues explore each other
tasting of chocolate, wine, and overwhelming need
sucking in lower lip to nibble it gently
you moan softly as I pull away to nuzzle your neck

room getting warmer as our breathing starts to quicken
feel the electricity intensify as I caress your breasts
a sharp gasp as lips close around rigid points in turn
taking my head in your hands you push it lower
letting you guide me to the desired destination
a flower is blooming, overflowing with sweet nectar

kiss me, taste me, devour me I hear you quietly whisper
I lower my face to you and silently obey your wishes
my mouth touches your body trembling as a leaf
the fragrance of your femininity filling my scent
the taste of you like the ambrosia of the Gods
butterfly wings beating as you grasp my hair

all else melts to oblivion as I continue my succor
lingua describing circles clockwise and counter
body unconsciously stiffening to shudder once, then twice
you use pillow to muffle your crescending cries
now you are mine - the servant becomes the master
a sword slowly impales sublime pleasure is shared

holding tightly we embrace body's glistening in the firelight
eyes locked on each other as we fall into rhythm
again calling out as current flows through like lightning
feel the pressure build as the climax approaches
with the roar of an animal I let loose the seed
nirvana for both of us now has been attained

gently easing myself to lay right there beside you
the dynamic has shifted see how now we are equal
breath slowing gradually returning to normal
I see you looking at me the way I looked at you
we turn to face each other and I brush hair out of your eyes
now and forevermore we shall always be as one

...........Mitch Fuqua

Ode to a Rose

Ode to the Rose

Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously,
For nobody's toeses we knowses are roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!

roses have been venerated all through the ages
of quotes on their beauty written pages upon pages
whether moonstruck by rapture or falling in stages
roses are metaphors for love often spoken by sages

pink roses stand for new love, elating and inspiring
crimson red roses signify love immortal found
white roses symbolize love dead or expiring
black roses for love buried deep in the ground

Shakespeare penned in his time what i now repeat
a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet
perchance bard was enraptured by passion's white heat
words enduring forever so perfect and complete

roses are quite often the subject matter of song
like roses are red, my love, and violets are blue
making feelings so good can't help but sing right along
words springing to life like a bell ringing so true

to stop and smell the roses everyone should take the time
living life without the scent of them would surely be a crime
they're free for all to enjoy cause it doesn't cost a dime
sweetness of the rose's intoxicating fragrance is sublime

it has been often said every rose has it's sharp thorn
careless love, the lover pricked, see the red blood flow
but if flesh be rended let nary another soul be mourn
all is fair in love and war and so the novice learns to know

though it might certainly be thought that the matter is agreed
a rose garden for a kindred flame is never guaranteed
beaten, broken, scarred but still unwilling to concede
they give their all and die for love, now watch the poor fool bleed

the black death is the subject of "Ring a-ring o' roses"
"a pocketful of posies" for rosy rash and smell of death
"a-tishoo!, a-tishoo !" was the sneezing and covering of noses
"We all fall down." as they drew their final gasping breath

Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously,
For nobody's toeses we knowses are roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be!
Into and Extro from  Anonymous
Main body of poem from  Mitch Fuqua

Creating Souls


Creating Souls

The curious look to the seasoned heart
Grace seeing wanting
River of love flowing over timeless white sands
Beautifully under heaven

Meeting on solitary island
In a bay pale blue waters lapping at the shore
Softly filtered sun warming you happily
A tender unbroken kiss is given and returned

Spiritual shining light creating in Heaven
Grace should not be timely
Seeming wondrously slow
Time is not measured by hours but by eons
As it spools out behind us
Feel the ebb and the flow

Angels descending from celestial vault
Bringing souls to pour
Filling up brittle clay vessels
Beautifully under heaven

Child will be born under love under laughter
Grace is somehow always wonderfully coloured
Take the young one let it nourish on dreams
Bringing pure white light to enlighten the world

...........Mitch Fuqua

Loch Nessie

Loch Nessie

in the highlands of bonny Scotland there lies a murky lake
tis said it hides a strange creature
some say real - some say fake
the locals call her Nessie and she lives in legend and story
monster hunters and scientists have made the old girl their quarry.

Loch Ness where she lives is very dark and quite deep
at nearly 125 fathoms translates
to an amazing 754 feet
water stained dark as coffee from the tannins of the peat
searchers looking for answers perhaps doomed to defeat

a plesiosaur is her species - a kind of aquatic dinosaur
worldwide tourists come to Loch Ness
they trudge all around the shore
armed with digital video cameras,they are looking to score
till last frustrated - exasperated they give up on the chore

mysterious Nessie and I think it is hilariously funny
traveling thousands of miles
giving the locals their money
if her kind have survived unseen all these millions of years
do these fools think the enigma will somehow miraculously appear ?

........Mitch Fuqua

The Spider and the Butterfly

The Spider and the Butterfly

the space between your fingers varies, yet mine were created to fill them

I may be alone in the world, yet you are in my world.
you are my world
you are in me - I am in you
would you like another clue ?

although the world can be strange and we can be a little weird,
we fell in mutual weirdness that could only be called love.

your declaration of love meant for my ears was drowned out by
the roar of the whisper in mind
the savage tribal drumming of my heart
the celestial hum of my soul

truly, The hardest thing you'll ever do - watch one you love, love someone new

the lesson was learned
the exquisite pleasure of love lasts while it lasts
the candle was burned
the tortuous pain of love remains till you die
the page was turned

I went to question the master...
"Master, I humbly ask you... enlighten on the nature of love."
he bowed and said, "Love is like a butterfly
it goes where it pleases, it delights wherever it goes...
Love is like a butterfly
if one pursues it, it will flutter away
if one sits very peacefully and
has the patience of the garden spider
it may become web entangled
and there it will stay."

he walked to the phonograph
put on a record
and from the speaker music began to play...
"and in the end
the love you take
is equal to the make."

........Mitch Fuqua

The Lotue Eaters ( lotophagi)

                                                             Lotus Eaters ( lotophagi )

rising up from the alluvial mud of the Nile
falcon headed Horus looking down with a smile
symbol of rebirth the most beautiful flower
lotus giving placidity, empathy, love and power

brave Ulysses came upon the eaters of lotus
his men ate thereof and lost of their focus
lost in ecstasy lost in bliss forgetting about home
dreamy eyed chanting mantra Ommmmmmmmm

sacrament lotus is manna forgotten in time
Egyptians floating blossoms in chaises of wine
in Tutankhamen’s chamber sealed untold ages ago
ancient seeds when planted sprouting to grow

lotus can lead gently into blessed nirvana
heaven on earth man creates his own karma
highest happiness comes from enlightenment
Creator gives all good to use as sacrament

realize that true bodhi results from endless questing
using God's sacrament facilitated by ingesting
understanding that everything is in constant flux
satyam or mithya is the nature of the crux

. .- - - .... . .-.. --- - ..- ... Mitch Fuqua
I am posting this here because It seems that I am being CENSORED on Facebook.
Here is the link I was commenting on... 

McKenna was a visionary, not only as an ethnobiologist - shaman, but also because of his "Stoned Ape" hypothesis of human evolution.
( in a nutshell, that man's development of language was a result of his ingestion of "God" - given hallucinogenics ie. { psilocybin } ".
I put "God" in quotation marks because McKenna's own experience with DMT led him to envision "jeweled, self-dribbling basketballs"
or "self-transforming machine elves", suggestive of extra-terrestrial intelligences.
McKenna also developed "Novelty theory", which holds that when the Earth's biosphere has accumulated the critical amount of information, the universe will become sufficiently interconnected to turn into a reality-warping hyperspace.

This will result in "Singularity", or a tantric union that is the ultimate goal of the universe's existence "the Omega Point".

As for the unfortunate battle of religious philosophy,  I personally believe the point is moot.
In my way of thinking, all the main religions of the world are talking about the same God, no matter if they call S/HE.
The only difference between Jews, Christians and Islamics, is the prophet/s who delivered the message.
Each prophet delivered his message to clearly reach his audience.
The Hindi religion seems to be based an understanding of atomic and sub-atomic principles.
The Buddhists, ( not really a religion, but a philosophy ) have no name for God, they believe that enlightenment comes from within.
 I have studied the different religions enough to see the differences and the similarities.
Because of this, I have no name for my "religion". I call myself a "Universalist"
because I don't think that any one religion holds a monopoly on the "TRUTH".
There is a kernel of truth in each one - though some more than others.
If a religion is based in love and compassion then it appeals to me.
If you ever go outside after a long night of "Tripping" and experience the Creator in the myriad
colors as the morning sun illuminates thousands of dew drops clinging to the blades of grass perhaps
you can understand what I am talking about. namaste...

Friday, April 22, 2011



an ancient symbol steeped in Oriental lore
one that has seen by most of us before
what is identified by people as the yin-yang
duality and singularity shown as the same

the two halves are seen as the division of one
but understanding the nature has only begun
for although divided as is obviously known
each part separated can not stand alone

form fitting form, each defining the other
the ultimate couple were made for another
separation between them is something tragic
union between them is altogether magick

as good follows bad - as happy follows sad
right swings to left - left swings to right
as bright light of day flows into pitch black of night
hot turns to cold just as youth must grow old

this is the cycle and the way it forever must be
like never ending flow of river from mountain to sea
and like all things in nature there's no right and no wrong
value judgments on the universe simply do not belong

the most awe inspiring part that makes me understand
yin can represent woman and yang can represent man
as they flow into each other - the halves becoming one whole
sublime magick can happen - creation of another living soul
...........Mitch Fuqua

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I am the one, there is none beside me.
I form the light and the darkness
I make the peace, and create evil
Have you ever heard this before ?
Do you have any idea who said this ?
If you have ever read the Bible, you might know that this is from the Book of Isaiah.
I paraphrased it. The actual scripture follows...
Isaiah 45:6 So that from the rising of the sun
to the place of it's setting
men may know there is none beside me.
I am the LORD, and there is no other.
Isaiah 45:7 I form the light and create the darkness,
I make the peace and create evil;
I the LORD do all these things.
Does this confuse you ? How can God create evil ?
Can this possibly be true ?
The answer will probably surprise you. That is because you think in a dualistic way. What does that mean ? It means your brain processes information through Dualism.
Don't feel bad about it, the overwhelming majority of people think exactly the same way.
Let's examine Dualism, shall we ?
I will try to help you understand as well as I can.

To grossly simplify it, Dualism is
an either / or way of thinking.
Even computers "think" in duality,
unless programmed not to do so.
Computers use binary programs, IE: 1 or 0
As humans we do too. Here are some examples...
Black or White Good or Evil Hot or Cold
Difficult or Easy Right or Wrong Old or New
This is a very easy trap to fall into. It is the way the human mind has developed over the course of evolution, and it has sufficed.
Stop and think about it though,
is this smartest way to examine our world?
Everything is not black or white - is there not gray ?
The same thing can be said of good and evil. Who is without at least a little bit of evil in them ?
Hot and cold...ever heard of lukewarm ?
I think I have made my point. What I am saying in a nutshell is that there are no absolutes.
( I can hear the know-it-all in the back row saying,
"You just made an absolute statement !"
To that person I say that I did
NOT say that there are ABSOLUTELY no absolutes, but you ARE an ABSOLUTE MORON !)
Forgive me dear reader, I digress.

To deal with this problem of Duality, I suggest that we look at things in a zen-like way.
There is a little white in the black -
There is a little black in the white...
Zen masters see the Duality, they also see the ONE.
The One can be seen as divided -
but even so - it does not cease to be One.
The yin/yang symbol is a good illustration of this,
for although half is black
and half is white, they wrap around each other to form a whole. They are in perfect balance, and each depends on the other to exist.
To draw another analogy,
let us think of Duality as two sides of the same coin...
If one side is painted white
and the other side is painted black..
if you toss it in the air
50% of the time it will land black side up.
The other 50% of the time it will land white side up.
If you spin the coin fast enough it will appear gray.
This is a basic tenant of Tao, (pronounced dow)
an ancient oriental philosophy.
I'm sure you have heard of the Buddhist's desire
to "Be one with everything."
In Taoist thinking we should "see" things as a whole.
We should not "see" the tree, but rather the forest.
We should not "see" ourselves as individuals
but as all of humanity if not the entire planet.
That is why Taoists have such a high regard for ALL life.
We should strive to not dwell on the past,
or worry about the future, but live in the NOW.
We should not be judgmental, but accepting.
The Bible tells us many of the same things...
I can't quote the exact scripture,
but I seem to remember The Bible as saying
we should trust in the Lord,
because the Lord will provide.
We should not judge our fellow man -
that is a job for the Lord.
"Judge not your fellow man
lest ye be judged in the same manner."
Then there is the maddening quote from Isaiah...
I am the one
and there is no other
I am the LORD.
I form the light
and create the darkness,
I make the peace and create evil;
I the LORD do all these things.

One other point I neglected to mention,
another basic idea of zen is that life is like a river.
It flows to the sea. You can not stop the river, the river
make it's way regardless of how you try to obstruct it.
It will simply go around the obstacle.
That is why we should not try to fight the river,
but behave as leaves floating on the surface.
This is what it means to "go with the flow."
I hope you can see the wisdom of this axiom.

Namaste', love, light, and peace to you and yours...

...........Mitch Fuqua

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Easter Poem

Easter Poem

Easter is a time when we think about the Christ
who gave his life so that we could be forgiven
He suffered so that we would know
that we would gain entrance into heaven

the blood was shed in good faith
he did what he did for humanity
a holy man who had a dream
that God is reigning love supreme
we are children of our universal Creator

They nailed him to a cross
left him there in agony
for 6 long hours he endured
on that hill in Calgary

a peaceful man - a loving man
a messiah foretold in sacred tomes of the Jew
and as the blood ran crimson he said,
"Forgive them, Father
for they know not what they do."

He looked to sky
asked God why.
"Father, Father,  why hast thou forsaken me ?"
he knew in his heart
it was his choice
from the very start
he guided his life to ancient prophecy

as the noon day sun darkened
and the crows gathered near
he gasped his last words
"it is done"
and died.
angels cried.

his followers pulled him off the cross
his shell was tenderly cleaned
wrapped in white linen
placed inside a cave
a stone was rolled in front of the cave
to keep the vermin out.

a violent earthquake began to shake
as Mary, Joanna, Salome and
Mary Magdalene approached the tomb
angel bright - dressed all in white
rolled the stone to open the tomb

"He has risen, the angel said,
just as He promised. Go and see for yourself"
trembling with fear and joy, the women entered the cave
Jesus met them once inside saying,
"Do not be afraid",
then he said, "Tell my brothers go to Galilee.
That is where they will see me."

before He rose into the sky he gave the Great Commission
saying, "Go ye out my followers,
spread the good news from nation to nation
by the blood of the lamb you are given salvation."

+T+  +T+  +T+  Mitch Fuqua

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Salt of the Earth ( Hillbillyzen )

While camping in Virginia
just east of Kentucky north of Tennesee.
I took a walk deep in the wood
just to enjoy the scenery.

I came upon an old farmstead
with an old-timer on a old time rocking chair.
His face was leathered by sun,
wrinkled - worn and greying hair

a jug of moonshine was at his feet
beside him snored a blue tick hound
the dog sniffed and barked at my approach
the old man jerked and looked around

he turned his reumy eyes on me
and smiled at me with a gap-toothed grin
I said "What's that you're drinking, Zeb ?
High test corn or bathtub gin ?"

Boy, you callin me a drunk ?
You think I like to drink ?
Causin if you do, I've news for you,
perhaps you'd best re-think.

I was born my father's son
as my father was before me.
Our family crossed the ocean wide
to a land that then was free.

We cleared the forest, we cultivated the land
we worked hard - you understand ?
We raised generations one by one
from dawn until the setting sun / son.

In God's country we grew corn
fed kin and livestock...
We had a vegetable garden where we grew
cabbage - tators - pole beans - t'maters too.
We canned and stocked our larder,
what was left we gave to friends
or to people that were in need.

We all pulled together - we all looked after our brother.
Where did those days go ?

The corn that grew in fertile soil with God's blessing was full.
More than we could ever give away,
waste not / want not - we took the rest
up in the hill to Pappy's still

We soaked sour mash - we added malt.
We stirred it up and made a beer.
We strained it good - we lit a fire.
We drained the beer into the still...
boiler thumping - copper tube hissing,
draw some off and take a bead.

There was an art to making shine

When it was done and right
you could drink it and it would sit in your mouth
as sweet as branch water.
Swallow and it would gently warm yer innards
until it lit a pleasant fire in the pit of your stomach.
That kinda lickker is as rare as a honest pol-tician

Survival or tradition, we put into the land
what we took out of the land.
The land was in our blood
we would spill our blood over our land.
The flesh, blood and sweat of our fathers enriched it,
the tears of our mothers watered it
and so gave of themselves to future generations.
You think I'm a drunk - think again...
What will you be allowed to give your children ?

The goverment made us stop makin our own whiskey.
They passed a tax law that took the profit away
then with pro-bition, the profit lost was took back again.
When repealed - in bottles bonded - uncle Sam smiled once more
profit given to the rich - welfare given to the poor

So I carry on and I taught my son
to try to work and make his own way.
And I'll stand proud and I'll stand tall
when I stand before God on judgment day.
And if you look at me and all you can see is a hillbilly drunk
I'll have you know, that hit ain't so,
how far now has our country sunk ?
How much lower can it go ?

In his cloudy eyes I saw tears uncried,
shame and sadness washed over me.
He said he took a sip every now and again
to remind him of how sweet life used to be.
I hate to admit, but I turned away
there was nothing for me to say that day,
but I still ponder every now and then
the wise old man and his hillbilly zen.

-.-. .-. . .- - --- .-.   -... .   .-- .. - ....   ..- ...  Mitch Fuqua

The Rift and The Rift "revised"

The Rift

timeworn crevasse going through the mountain   in the pooling sunlight golden rays
alpine trees silhouetted against the setting sun
periwinkle clouds floating ethereally   in a sky the color of pink  lemonade
the first faint twinkling of stars  in the darkening vault above

touch the stone walls as traversing the mountain
cold hard granite  passes under your fingers
sliding along squeezed by the deepening chasm
the ancient grit of time forgotten sifting down

feel the cool breeze as it plummets down off the mountain
to make the hair buffet the face all around
hear the breath of the wind as it sails past the ears
it whispers and urges a little further on

the rift widens out into a deep pristine valley
a land untrod by men since the dawn of time
an inky black lake silver moonrays playing on the ripples
and off in the distance a creature wails lonely and forgotten

                                                                                       Mitch Fuqua

The Rift Revised

Along the rift and growing dimmer, the last faint stars in the limitless void
pale periwinkle lilac clouds float ethereally in the pink lemonaide sky
golden sunlight color streams photons illuminating
desperate wind gnarled trees silhouetted

around the time of the ancient stone walls exposed to elements unmerciful
fissure like cracks opening on either side under stress enormous pressure
now the other side is crumbling bits and pieces falling away
rubble floored pathway opening to the shadowed maw of the chasm

set high in the mountain wall a forgotten chosen path now forlorn
the cold hard granite passage now frigid with icy breath of old man mountain
cutting it hits the face slides along jaw over ear tingling then numb
wind howling like a banshee as it tears down the mountain slope

far below in the sheltered valley surrounded by coniferous trees
in a deep wound in the earth gouged by glacier in age of mastodon
pools a black inky loch white fog rising from calm still waters
undefeated sun sinking to the bottom of the lonely lake

                                                       Mitch Fuqua

Monday, April 18, 2011

The Tree of Life ( 6377292 ) Fruit

The Tree of Life
( 6377292 ) Fruit

Ants live HOLY
Ants live wholly in the ground
They all work together
without ever making a sound

Their nest is their home
They might roam far away
but they always return
each and every day

The propagation of the code
sadly, is their only goal
They might live on forever,
but do ants have a soul ?

 Have you ever heard of chaos theory ?

Turn your input on
300 million people use Google a day.
300 million people can't be WRONG !
So fire up your computer
before it's taken away.

As humans we are special
The Creator gave us a garden of Eden
We could have lived as children forever
but we chose free will - so we are on our own.

Great civilizations have risen
and all of them crumble back into earth
Our source is the universe,
we are holy from birth

We need to recognize that we are Star-seed
The Force created a garden,
gave us every element we would need
and we are the caretakers
If we neglect the garden it will be choked with weeds
The sun kissed fruit will mottle

The fruit at the top will survive,
perhaps even thrive
with all the rotten fruit below
in the compost heap
with the worms eating and crawling

The sky opens up

A bolt strikes the tree
exploding on fire
and light years in the distance
the vibration of a celestial choir
All part of God is a part of All

This is the ending of the myth

Tree destroyed - fruit scattered
All of it resting on fertile soil
and deep below the worms still toil
making terabella with each inch they crawl
Seeds from the most rotten fruit are the first to sprout
but seeds from fresher fruit will wait

Now back to chaos theory...

There is a FORCE
an om ni present SOURCE
that takes chaos to make order
IT is creative - ever demonstrative
that IT WILL see
IT's WILL be done
from the rising
to the setting of the Sun

Was this all just lucky chance ?
A ONE in 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 3 -> 27 -> 2 -> 2
Ho ho ha ha hee hee hee
Now back to the tree...

The tree is gone ...
scattered fruit all over the lawn
but the seeds of the fruit carry the possibility on
What God has made
no man will pull asunder

 Despite the distant rumbling of thunder....

.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- / .- .-.. .-..  Mitch Fuqua

The Tree of Life

Friday, April 1, 2011

My very first post ! I am EXCITED !

Welcome to my world. My name is Mitch Fuqua, and I created this blog because I got fed up with a certain social networking site censoring me. I hope to be able to share with those who would like to hear what is on my mind. You are encouraged to make comments and I hope to build a dialog that will benefit everyone.

The only thing I ask is that you try to be respectful of ALL parties, and that you do not use language that might offend others unless it core to your statement.

I look forward to corresponding with you all, and if you have ideas for me to make the blog better, please feel free to share them...
                                with love and peace to you and yours....MpF