The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Sunday, January 18, 2026

LA Sunshine Barrels

Well the lovely mamacitas sang
and the hari hari krishnas rang
a lonesome bell up yonder on that day
I was just a stupid kid
God knows exactly what they did
when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA

The secret men in the alphabets
were smoking name brand cigarettes
in the offices with views above the fray
below, the clueless dudes
were given brand new attitudes
when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA

Rocket Johnny passed the night
in that double-barreled light
his right arm never made the final play
but his mental stream was rhymin
with trash cans made of diamonds
when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA

The endless war was ended
the broken root was mended
I cannot say it was some other way 
sure it was a dream
but nothing was just as it seems
when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA

Jesus, I'm a sinful man
I ain't doubtin you, man
it's just I got to play it as it lays
and it wasn't any jive
I saw the dead come alive
when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA


Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Summa Theologica

El's a schlub
and here's the rub
Yah's a bloody psychopath
They will save
you for the grave
with their fiery psychowrath

But Mary, Mary
quite contrary
took them in her belly
said, oh YES!
to their whole mess
their wrath was turned to jelly

Never maybe
to a baby
not from yes-girl Mary
Her son died
was crucified
and they're no longer scary

Do you think
you can drink
from his cup and rise?
Wear that crown
drink it down
not up - down
Surprise!



Monday, January 12, 2026

Bodhi Goat Song

To the loveless gathered round
listen, I will scream and bleat a sound
by your sacrifices fed
I know where it is I'm led
but never why I am your lost and found

On this path of glory I will sing
the cruelty of gods and things
the painfulness of uncaused shame
the guiltiness of empty blame
the emptiness of endless circling

In the theater feel and kneel
listen to your manhood squeal
as I howl and shriek and die
or desert driven bleat my cry
know you too are on the Wheel

My shaggy form is Holiness's gain
my loss of blood —as if God were slain
my horned bleating is a holy rage
your spinning World ends on this bloody stage
sit still for once and know you are in vain


Wednesday, January 7, 2026

Infinite Bliss Piss

In the infinite bliss piss
of non-dual awareness
anything can happen
pleasure pain and goo-foo-foo!
sweaty underarms smell fragrant or foul

Ever seeking the illusion of the arcade
the cheapo chintzy thrill of this against that
I fall into the nonsense of Hell
or ascend to the sense-non of Heaven

Deep pillows are soft
marbles are hard
but the Mind of My Teacher
has never come to be
and will never pass away

Friday, January 2, 2026

From the One Greater than All the Gods

 སྲི་ལོ་༢༠༢༦ ལོ་ལ་བཀྲིས་པ་དང་དམ་ཆོས་གྲུབས་པའྲི་བར་ཆད་ཞྲི་ཞྲིང་་བསམས་དོན་ཆོས་བཞྲིན་གྲུབ་པའྲི་སོན་དུན་ཅས
This year of 2026, with aspiration of fulfilling the wishes according to the Dharma and subside all the obstacles to Dharma practice, these are the wishes of my aspiration prayer.
འཁོར་བའྲི་ཆོས་ཐམས་ཅདསྡུག་བསྔལ་རང་་བཞྲིན་ཡྲིན་པ་ལ་ཡྲིན་པར་མ་ཤྱེས་པས་རང་གཞན་་ཐམས་ཅད་འཁོར་བ་ཁམས།
The nature of all samsara is suffering. It is this way, even if we don't know it as it is. In all the samsaric phenomenon, the nature is suffering. By not knowing this, myself and others wander in the cycles of existence.
ག་ཞྲིག་ཆོས་པ་ཡྲིན་ཁུལ་་བྱེད་ཀྱང་་ཆོས་མཚུལ་བཞྲིན་དུ་བྱེད་མ་ཐུབ་པ་ང་དང་
Someone pretending to be a Dharma practitioner is not yet able to practice according to Dharma - they are not able to carry the Bardo as a path to liberation and can only wander in samsara.
ངའད་བ་མང་པོ་ཞྲིག་་བར་དོ་ལ་ཆོས་ལམ་དུ་མ་འགོ་བ་འཁོར་བ་ལས་མཐར་མ་ཐུབ་པ་རྣམས་ལ་སྱེམས་སོ་བའྲི་ཆད་དུ་གླུ་ཆུང་འདྲི་བླངས་སོ་།
Many of them like me are not able to liberate from Samsara, so I sing this little song to encourage us to be aware of the situation which will happen, sooner or later.
 ༄། སངས་རྒྱས་ཀུན་དངོས་་རོར་་རྱེ་་འཆང། དུས་གསུམ་སངས་རྒྱས་མྲི་གཟུགས་ཅན།

Vajradhara is the essence of all Buddhas. The three times Buddhas manifested in human form.
ཀ་དག་་ཆོས་སྐུ་འྲི་་ཀོངས་ཡང་ལས། གགས་མྱེད་ཐུགས་རྱེ་རྩལ་ཆྱེན་རོགས།
From the infinite luminosity, the Dharmakaya is pure from the beginning – Guru with unimpeded, completely perfected great skill of Compassion:
སྐལ་མྱེད་ལས་ངན་ང་འད་ལ། ཐུགས་རྩྱེ་་ཆྱེན་པོ་གཟྲིགས་སུ་གསོལ།
In this unfortunate kalpa, filled with all  these negative karmic people like me, I supplicate you to look at us with your skillful compassion.
ཚི་འདྲི་དང་བར་དོ་་ཕྲི་མགསུམ། མྲི་ང་ལ་རྱེ་ས་ཁྱེད་ལས་མྱེད་།
In this life, the Bardo and the following life, these three, I have no hope other than you.
འདྲིར་འདུས་་བུ་སོབས་དད་ཅན་རྣམས་། གསལ་འདྱེབ་མོས་གུས་གྲིས་བསྐུལ་ནས།
Devoted disciples who are gathered here, we beseech with supplication, yearning and devotion.
ལོ་སར་གྲིས་བརྱེན་བྱེལ་དྱེ་གས་མཆོག ཆོས་བཞྲིན་གྲུབས་པ་དོན་མྲི་ཟ།
May this Auspicious New Year be excellent! Do not have any doubt that you can accomplish according to the Dharma.

རྒྱལ་ཁམས་་མྱུལ་བའྲི་མྲི་རྒན་བློ་གོས་་ནས་རང་ལ་ཆོས་་བྱེལ་ཡོད་པའྲི་སོབས་ཕྲུགས་་རྣམས་ལ་སྱེང
Composed by the old man wandering between different countries by the name of Lodru, I am sending this to you students with a Dharma connection to me.


Thursday, January 1, 2026

Red River Bridge

Nothin really seemed out of place
just me and my ride and the wide open space
and the thought of her smile
when the whole thing was done

In the blink of an eye, it didn't take long
I thought I went right, maybe I shoulda gone wrong
but the road looped around, I don't know what I did
All the signs said things were fine
but the only ride on that road was mine
I got lost on that Red River Bridge

There was no way to turn my ride
for a second I thought somethin inside of me died
but I had no choice
I did what I did
the lights behind me were fading
the ones in front of me waiting
I had crossed on that Red River Bridge

I saw a phone booth by a sign
man, I ain't seen one of them in a long long time!
I stopped to call my baby, tell her what I did
I said honey, I'm late comin home
She said, I can hear lonely comin right through the phone
you got lost on that Red River Bridge

American Highway, roll forever
cuz Forever's where I'm goin
I'm gonna cross that old Red River
till you roll me to my Home

I said, gal, I'll be back in a while
She didn't say nothin, but I could hear her smile
I said, I got my ride turned around, I know what I did
I'll be back before too long
I thought I went right, maybe I shoulda gone wrong
I'll get back cross that Red River Bridge

The signs were confusing as hell
I stopped for the night in a Dallas motel
and I asked this girl at the bar how I did what I did
she said, Oklahoma's at your back
you're in Texas, that's a fact
you got lost on that Red River Bridge

Well I called my gal next day
From some dive in Santa Fe
She didn't pick up, but she smiled, I know she did
that gal smiles bright as day
I will call her from LA
I got lost on that Red River Bridge

American Highway, roll forever
cuz Forever's where I'm goin
I'm gonna cross that old Red River
till you roll me to my Home