It was a summer with Blacks living more & more in their world, while Whites are living more & more in theirs & they never kiss anymore! It was a summer of Polar Bears without homes, Coyotes lying motionless on the side of the road & giant Blue Whales washing up lifeless upon California’s shores.
BEAUTIFUL THING
I sit in pitch-black silence of cosmic thunder on a luminescent perch of a lost star’s most vibrant ray. I am of one mind with a lost star, lost but never to disappear. I never sleep. I lay awake thrashing through every galaxy we share. I am hyper-sonic consciousness flying high on the coattails of a hyper-sonic shooting star. I keep my eyes wide…
BURN ~ SCOTT UTLEY
INCINERATE MY SAVAGE SOUL I AM PAPER BURNING AT ALL MY EDGES YOU ARE THE SMOKE I BECOME
FREE FALLING
In this dream, I am falling free without fear. Suddenly, my descent is intercepted by swift-moving clouds. Each one has a distinct face yet they all share the same radiant smile. They carry me along for thousands of miles, pointing out strange and wonderful lands. The spectacular sight below of fantastic creatures roaming free…
MY NAME IS PROPHET
My name is Prophet but they call me, ‘Hey, you!’ I am a penniless drifter shod poorly. I’m diseased & despised. I sing for a seat near the hall down the path to the shed used by swine. I’m gleeful with joy for any place to dine. Crafty by circumstance, I am blessed with a…
PERFECT HARMONY featuring DÉCLASSÉ DON & HIS TRUMPETEERS
Good morning, beautiful people. I received another 21 day meditation challenge from Deepak Chopra and Oprah Winfrey. I looked at it as I always do, and I thought to myself, “Dear god, aren’t these people rich enough? Don’t they have any shame?” If they want the world to sing in perfect harmony then why the XXXX…
CELESTIAL ORCHESTRATIONS ~ SCOTT UTLEY 11.06.2018
I once witnessed A brilliant galaxy platinum Abruptly vanish Into a hovering cloud Of dense Black erotic * I saw a stunning world Hanging on a midnight sky Like a black pearl A world j As our very own cobalt orb Explode Into self-red flames Then stop to exist * I was once A butterfly who loves…
THE MAN COMES AROUND
I voted twice for Clinton. Seems a thousand years ago. First Lieutenant Richard D. Utley was dying from AIDS. He wanted to vote for Bush. I told him that REAGAN & BUSH didn’t even mention AIDS until four years into that … mess. The American people laughed and said it was god’s revenge. That’s like…
WWW DOT GOD HATES YOU DOT COM
Good morning ladies and gentlemen, this is your flight attendant speaking. Please fasten your seat belts. The captain has asked me to remind you, there is no smoking permitted in the lavatories, and to tell you we are going down! Down! Down! Our fiery crash landing into the ice-capped mountaintop should be relatively painless but one never knows. The temperature…
EDGE OF THE WORLD
Do you remember the cliffs of desire where we first met at the edge of the world near the temple of the heart where a forgiving ocean meets the grateful sky? Do you remember Frey, the golden bear who wished us well?
DISCOURSE AT OJAI written by SCOTT UTLEY
HE SAID: I am only human. My voice is powerful so I never shout. We share many of the same thoughts. We come from the same womb. The source of all our inspiration never cries but laughs a lot.” HE SAID: If you abort a child whose heart has begun to beat then that is…
ФИОЛЕТОВЫЙ ДОЖДЬ: НЕБО УКРАИНЫ ~ PURPLE RAIN: THE SKY OF UKRAINE ~ NORTH AMERICAN ENGLISH WITH RUSSIAN TRANSLATION by SCOTT UTLEY
Пурпурная боль: над небом Украины; Елене богомолова и ветру под ее крыльями … Декабрь 2018 Скотт Атли …
KNOCKING ON HEAVEN’S DOOR
… your worth as a living being was measured in full when you were born. You were born without sin. If you don’t believe me, go within and ask Jesus or one of his friends. Do nothing if that is your desire. That’s what I do. It may be your destiny. I hope it’s mine.
THANK YOU ~ DIDO
Because of hunting by unknown suspects of the Second Court (The MET’S second court, along with glue-sniffing Sunnyside hippies, this lovely (albeit obnoxious) parrot has been reduced to just a small section of its former habitat. To be exact, the courtyard and fifth-floor roof of 48-25 46th Street, Woodside, Queens, NYC, NY. There are an estimated…
UP ON LACHLAN DERRY HILL
We remain a beacon of light up on the hill, yet we must never let loose the reins of power to those who would be kings or queens. Do not abandon your mighty domain for the fruitless terrain of perverting robber-barons. We together, cannot stand here today, breathing the air of a real, true, manifested destiny, nor…
FANTASTIC DANCE
His ascension came twenty-one days to the day he left his beautiful body. A silhouette was all that we could define through the sun drenched smile he wore. It is impossible to mistake his world-class smile for that of any other. A starlight flurry of goodness blotted out the pain of our broken hearts just…
PER ELISA written by SCOTT UTLEY
I am sitting on a filthy floor in an emptied room in front of a fireplace that has never seen a true fire. I survey the battlefield before me. I silently marvel at the accumulated detritus of three years worth of grief. But this is not the war I fought. The war here is so much bigger and…
UNTIL THE RAIN CAME
The raven caws three times, then the rain falls. Heaven’s sky tears down with a beautiful viciousness. Above my head, I study the layers of silt & dust on the avocado leaves. I think, “This is the accumulated detritus of this past summer’s Icelandic volcanic eruptions.” It was a summer deadened by the horror of…
BORN TO SHINE ~ DAY LABORER
Our queen is a day laborer. We are the lords of her kingdom. Blessed be our lovely queen, forever and ever. Amen. Our queen is between our eyes. She never calls herself a guiding light. We do. Her wisdom is priceless. She gives it away for free. Not because she has to, because she wants to. Why…
PARDON ME
Eighty-three minutes left. One hour twenty-three minutes thirty two seconds left. Thirty-one. Thirty. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight. Twenty-seven. I got to stop here a bit Think this out. What can I say that might make some kinda difference? I feel maybe I can shed some light on how y’all look at things. Some light in your world….
HARP OF THE GODS
If you’re mystic, come this way and play for me. Tune your strings sharp & clear with all the pressure I can bare. If you’re mystic, stroke my hair, kiss my lips, take me to your mother-ship. Rifle me with your tough grip. Anchor me to your bright blue. Show myself to me through you. Your platinum strings ring clear and true….
JOHANNA HINTING
I am standing naked, drenched.
My head turned toward the sky. Cold rain pouring into my eyes.
The cobra skinned clouds and the moon playing tricks on my mind.
After what seems like days of rain,
the clouds part and the moon is so clear.
ONLY YOU ~ YAZOO
I once slew a beautiful beast. I brought you meat and a silver sable fur to keep you warm through the coldest winter we’d ever known. I was once a saint who loved throwing miracles at your feet. I was a devil who incinerated your generous spirit with my savage desires; I ate your heart while…
SCATTER JOY ~ GLENN MILLER 1941
Just say no but mean it this time. Don’t glamorise infamy. One thought pulses through us all: Revere life. Those who see only a bloody mask in their fractured-mind mirrors are to be allowed to return back to the nothingness from whence they came. Never give up. We shall be fine. Our twenty and twenty-first century experiment lightning-bolt paced…
PER ELISA
I am sitting on a filthy floor in an emptied room in front of a fireplace that has never seen a true fire. I survey the battlefield before me. I silently marvel at the accumulated detritus of three years worth of grief. For a flicker of a moment I think this is not the war I fought….
Fire Island Pines: On The Pulse of The Morning
My eyes hold their place amongst the wreckage of my face. I’m thinking, one more cocktail with this blue-eyed slab, (paid for twice over, but never to be owned), will not subdue the bestial morning’s sadistic appetite. The secret is out; Fire Island tragedies are lurking under star-crossed pines in paradise. My eyes are held in place midst…
TRAGEDIES OF GRANDEUR ON THE HIGH SEAS
THE UNSINKABLE TITANIC ON HER FIRST VOYAGE: LIVERPOOL TO NEW YORK CITY The TITANIC struck an iceberg on April the 14 of 1912 at 11:40 PM and sank a few hours later. It was early morning of April 15, 1912. They were four days out to sea on their way to New YorK City. UTLEY…
伯恩寫的 by SCOTT UTLEY
遏制我的拯救靈魂 我的紙張在我所有的邊緣燃燒 你是我成為煙民 美國洛杉磯CA美國，2018年4月19日
MOON BEING
Part of my face is an immense crater. It is here I spend all my free time, sitting beside myself sipping tea on the lips of my cheek bones. I talk endlessly about your perfection; what a profound defect of character that is. I then respond ad infinitum. We compare notes. We laugh, cry, and wistfully whine, sitting beside ourselves, sipping tea, watching…
YOU ARE NOT ALONE
You are not alone. We all live in spaces of sadness for one reason or another at different transitions in our lives. Rather than run, I embrace my heart regardless how it feels. I cannot escape anyway. I know deep inside it has always been perfect from the start. We each have our own journey to…
IS IT ANY WONDER?
I am the newborn universe born once more, over and over again. I am an old woman speaking her wisdom to the universe. I am a young bird singing. I am its Mother weeping. I am the sun laughing all the way every single day & it’s hard to believe it’s been perfect from the start, yes, perfect from the start.
AQUILA
I am your mother. I make love to the moon. You are a bird, downy-garbed, not yet ready to fly. I drink the Earths tears each day I go high. Youre wide-eyed, lovely and filled with questions why. Partake of my wisdom, together, we shall kiss the sky.
KING OF THE GALIATHANS
In various shades of suede stood Rex, King of the Galiathans. The Great Dane beauty had lived his life according to the laws of our universe. Kilos of muscle, tendons & fierce intelligence griped the cliffs. Behind him, carrying a pail of lotus leaves galloped Alex, a prince of a man. I loved him for that. I…
BORN TO SHINE
Our queen is a day laborer. We are lords in her kingdom. She says, “We were born to shine.” We think she was born to shine. Blessed be our lovely queen who dwells between our eyes. She’s nobody’s prophet, she says. She never calls herself our guiding light. We do, but never in her presence. We know better….
CELESTIAL ORCHESTRATIONS~WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY SCOTT UTLEY
I once witnessed A brilliant platinum galaxy Abruptly vanish Into a hovering cloud Of dense Erotic black * I saw a stunning world Hanging on a mid-night sky Like a black pearl A world Just as ravishing As our very own cobalt orb Explode Into lava-red flames Then cease to exist * I was once…
THE LION SLEEPS TONIGHT
If life were fair, the creatures surrounding this beautiful beast would be quite dead & lifeless. Y’all sprawled out on the ground with that lovely, godly spirit and halo mane smilin, his hot, smoking bazooka enjoying their meat.
HEAVEN KNOWS
Hollywood Boulevard & Vine Street erupts with volcanic fireworks like fireflies; over & over, again & again,ooo, ahh, ooh. They bring the western & eastern worlds closer. The rockets red glare, the blue dragonflies, the flying glow-worms bring us together again. Gaze high, higher now, higher … there! Juvenile shooting stars from Orion’s belt jet-race for…
MOON BEING
Part of my face is an immense crater. It is here I spend all my free time, sitting beside myself sipping teaon the lips of my cheek bones. I talk endlessly about your perfection, and what a profound defect of character that is. I then respond ad infinitum. We compare notes. We laugh, cry, and wistfully whine sitting beside ourselves, sipping tea watching you.
WALKING ANTS AT HOME IN THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN
SANJI-GAN: Hello Mr Scott. I’m surprised. I’m very happy to see you, Won’t you please come in? Come in. My beaming smile is my answer. Sanji understands everything without words. I wonder about his past. I’ve a million questions. I never ask. He tells me bits and pieces as he sees fit. He gives me…
HAWK & THE RAVEN
Full moon silver frosted leaves; glassing dew robed sycamore sleeves. Sagacious spiders (masters of weave), slept snug and warm beneath creaking eaves. Our creek roared fierce with a late spring rain. All things full must surely wane. Perpetual blossoms should not be sad yet how do I sing when I am mad? Atomic beats drove me…
BE HERE NOW
INCINERATE MY SAVAGE SOUL
I AM PAPER BURNING AT ALL MY EDGES
YOU ARE THE SMOKE I BECOME
DAY LABORER by SCOTT UTLEY
Our queen is a day laborer. We are the lords of her kingdom. Blessed be our lovely queen forever & ever, amen. Our Queen is between our eyes. She calls herself a drifting vagabond whose wisdom is priceless. This is why she gives it away for free. Not because she has to but because she wants to. They…
DIAMOND EYES
This life is wondrous, sometimes darkly treacherous. Most of the time I am a witness, just a piece of our minds eye, an illuminating fresca, easy as one, two, three. Being alive is like Rosemary’s baby. Her head is spinning in circles in a movie called Psycho. She is screaming out 3-D green vomit into…
