call it a plurality
call it nonduality
call it wretched
call it fun
it's never nothing
never one
go philosophize your life
what is real and why is strife
then go tell it to your honey
when you've gambled all the money
or have seen or been a whore
philosophy goes out the door
and while the fool philosophizes
love happens
and
conflict arises
love and conflict to all,
- john o
The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo
The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Union Parade
Marching
Uncle John came and
He got the Children dancing
Then he lifted up his Hands
Time for the Children
To link Arms together
March with the Union Band
I was a Handmaid
of a Cruel Mistress
Master had me on a whim
Now I'm a Free Woman
Born to the Union
No Mistress or Master again
You don't need no Uniform
You don't need no Union Card
Your Dues have already been paid
When you know you hurt
Like every other Beatin Heart
You march in that Union Parade
Marching
We are marching
We are marching on this Brand New Day
Marching
HEY!
Come join the Union!
March in the Union Parade
Love to All,
- John O.
We are marching
We are marching on this Brand New Day
Marching
HEY!
Come join the Union!
March in the Union Parade
Uncle John came and
He got the Children dancing
Then he lifted up his Hands
Time for the Children
To link Arms together
March with the Union Band
I was a Slave
I was livin on my Knees
Master commanded—I obeyed
Now I'm a Free Man
Born to the Union
I march in the Union Parade
Marching
We are marching
We are marching on the Stones We Laid
Marching
HEY!
Come join the Union!
March in the Union Parade
I was a Handmaid
of a Cruel Mistress
Master had me on a whim
Now I'm a Free Woman
Born to the Union
No Mistress or Master again
You don't need no Uniform
You don't need no Union Card
Your Dues have already been paid
When you know you hurt
Like every other Beatin Heart
You march in that Union Parade
Marching
We are marching
We are marching on this Brand New Day
Marching
HEY!
Come join the Union!
March in the Union Parade
Love to All,
- John O.
Dry Underpass
this bridge is quiet
there ain't a truck for miles
and a cold rain
is startin to fall
guess i'll duck in here
stay dry for awhile
stop and think
about it all
and then i feel it
pressin on my ribs
the way an iron
press a curl
i am alone
i am alone
i am alone in this world
couple broken two-by-fours
maybe make me a fire
can't see no harm
in gettin warm
lean my back against
this throwed away tire
sit me out
another storm
you know i feel it
bustin through my ribs
the way a hammer
smash a pearl
i am alone
i am alone
i am alone in this world
buncha busted bottles
and i don't even care
the way they ruin
that soft grass
might bust one myself
cuz i can hardly bear
the quiet
of a dry underpass
because it hit me
right between my ribs
the way a bullet
waste a squirrel
i am alone
i am alone
i am alone in this world
Love to All,
- John O.
there ain't a truck for miles
and a cold rain
is startin to fall
guess i'll duck in here
stay dry for awhile
stop and think
about it all
and then i feel it
pressin on my ribs
the way an iron
press a curl
i am alone
i am alone
i am alone in this world
couple broken two-by-fours
maybe make me a fire
can't see no harm
in gettin warm
lean my back against
this throwed away tire
sit me out
another storm
you know i feel it
bustin through my ribs
the way a hammer
smash a pearl
i am alone
i am alone
i am alone in this world
buncha busted bottles
and i don't even care
the way they ruin
that soft grass
might bust one myself
cuz i can hardly bear
the quiet
of a dry underpass
because it hit me
right between my ribs
the way a bullet
waste a squirrel
i am alone
i am alone
i am alone in this world
Love to All,
- John O.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The Way
a bird in the hand ain’t worth shit when you die
open that hand and let that bird fly
he might build a nest on your window sill
he might bring you gold in his little black bill
there was space in my bottle and space all around
you broke my bottle and i heard that space sound
sweepin up the pieces was just like a dream
i even heard love in that blood-curdling scream
well i’m goin back to my no longer home
where the park’s got the buffalo and the derelicts roam
i ain’t got nothin but i’m richer than croesus
crazier than trungpa—kinder than jesus
and i’m comin back here with monopoly money
to leave in your temple cuz i love you honey
old poets don’t die—they just have their say
and fade in your arms and that’s just the way
Love to All,
- John O.
Love to All,
- John O.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Heart of Gold
everybody shoved you
the way you didn’t want to be shoved
and nobody’s gonna love you
the way you want to be loved
yo mama she was loony
she was selfish she was cruel
and yo daddy was a loser
and a dipstick and a tool
and it’s three thousand miles to that city by the bay
there’s at least ten airplanes that leave everyday
and the people on the plane are just as crazy as you
and the world is gonna end
but that’s no reason to be blue
hey hey hey you got a heart of gold
say say say i got a heart of gold
heart of gold
heart of gold
i got me a heart of gold
listen to me child
are you stupid? are you daft?
long before she got you
yo mama got the shaft
and yo daddy had a mama
and she was shafted too
and the slaves slaved and the children cried
but that’s no reason to be blue
the whips cracked and the wars raged
it was awful fearsome bad
and the animals were all caged
but that’s no reason to be sad
hey hey hey you got a heart of gold
say say say i got a heart of gold
heart of gold
heart of gold
i got me a heart of gold
Love to All,
- John O.
Love to All,
- John O.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
The Fat Lady (Finally) Sings
Mercy Mercy Myriads
Though My Love is Nihilation
In My Arms Have You not Had
Promise of Regeneration?
Pitted in My Belly's Center
There's a Godforsaken Hell
From the Center of That Center
Come My Children—All is Well
Trailing Out and then Returning
You will Yearn and Fall for It
For You Yearn to Cease Your Yearning
All Things Want Their Opposite
Birth Wants Death as Pain Wants Pleasure
Good Wants Evil—Period
Find in Each the Other's Measure
Mercy Mercy Myriads
(From the Mister Bones Doggone Versations, a Mystery Play)
Love to All,
- John O.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Blade Bloom (For Diotima)
There Lightless in the Threatening Shade
A Frightened Lotus knows no Blade
There Shadeless in the Hateful Light
A Blade knows only Bloomless Fright
See the Blade cut way the Brambles
See Her Root—It weaves and rambles
As Her Bloom unfolds Each Petal
From and to the Sharpened Metal
Now the Flower knows no Fright
Knowing Power in the Light
Now the Blade gives up All Power
Knowing All is in The Flower
Love to All,
- John O.
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