CELESTIAL ORCHESTRATIONS ~ written and performed by 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…

FIND YOUR WAY HOME written by SCOTT UTLEY ~ DOG DAYS ARE OVER performed by FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE ~ RATED R

FIND YOUR WAY HOME written by SCOTT UTLEY ~ DOG DAYS ARE OVER performed by FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE ~ RATED R   You see them strolling after the midnight hour through a hazy, excremental maze called Vaseline alley. Squint your eyes, look under the Jacaranda. You’ll see me too, or what I have become….

BECOMING A MAN

I am there along side all of those who loved him for being a true human being. Life is short but terribly eternal. Some of us are mortal, some of us are gifted immortality. We do not choose one or the other.

MY PROPHET RISING ~ WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY SCOTT UTLEY IN COLLABORATION WITH LACH E. HILL’S COMPOSITIONAL GENIUS ON ELECTRO-SYNTHESIZER

  “MY PROPHET RISING” is a collaboration between Lach E. Hill, (synthesizer)  WRITTEN BY Scott Utley, (spoken word)   This audio  My prophet rises from snow-white sands. He is cut & bruised with bloody hands. His metamorphosis is marked by purple flowering feathered wings immaculately conceived. He reaches into the eye of the sky &…

GO BACK TO YOUR OWN COUNTRY

We are odd creatures, aren’t we? With the same information, we come to absolute opposite conclusions. For instance, there are people who think these four women below in the news clip inserted, are the lunatic. idiotic, anti-American fringe, while there are those who believe that without these women, our planet, forget about our nation’s laws…

THE CHILDREN OF BLISS STREET

WRITTEN BY SCOTT UTLEY “STOOPS TO NUTS” WOODSIDE-QUEENS-NEW YORK CITY A WARM SPRING DAY IN APRIL,1972. BLISS STREET IS A VERITABLE BEEHIVE OF ACTIVITY. STICK BALL PLAYERS OUT CUSS EACH OTHER FOR ATTENTION. A FIRE ENGINE IN FULL THROTTLE SCREECHES UP THE STREET WHILE VARIOUS NEIGHBORS CONVERSE FROM ONE APARTMENT WINDOW TO THE OTHER. THERE…

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.  We talk endlessly about your perfection; what a profound  defect of character that is.  We then respond ad infinitum. We compare notes. We laugh, cry, and wistfully whine,  sitting…

A FINE, FINE DAY

Let lovers be born upon holy ground on this fine, fine, day. May they grow happy, healthy and free. Let there be peacemakers born onto this earth on this grand, grand, day. May they follow the footsteps of Jesus, Gandhi, and King. Let there be shamans born into this world on this most spectacular of…

EDGE OF THE WORLD ~ WRITTEN BY SCOTT UTLEY ~ BEAUTIFUL MORNING PERFORMED BY SENSATION

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?  

TAMING THE BEAST

Pour your soul into my heart. My body is your sacred chalice. Swim in the warm waters of my mind. Wash your wounds in the sea of me. Nourish the belly of your beast with succulents from the bounty of my harvest.  

IS IT ANY WONDER? SOPHIE ELLIS BEXTOR ~ SCOTT UTLEY

I was born of vapor rising from the hairline cracks of skyscrapers. I could fly before I could run. I could run before I could walk. I’ve seen the world in flames. I’ve heard my mother sobbing. I know your pain because I am an old man dying. I am the wind that churns. I…

PRAYING MANTIS WIDOWED BLACK

A diva doused in deep scarlet diamonds, black sable, and hair electric blue, held her place before me as our elevator fell free from the top of the World Trade Tower. Between heaven and hell, I fell in love. This much I could feel, this much I was sure of. I felt shame at being…

PERFECT FROM THE START

I was born a prodigal son with tattoos plastered across my face. In a mysterious & enchanting old-world script they said, “Dear Mother, I will recklessly forget your glory. I will scatter the riches you give me upon a sweet, naive & unsuspecting full moon. I will choose to suffer before healing. I will rip my…

ROGER, COPY THAT

I watch his hands move with loving precision over the Cessna’s instrument panel. It is hard to trust someone even when you have no choice. I know that an eight-inch piece of aluminum and a diesel engine are all that keeps my brother and I suspended over the magnificent Golden Gate Bridge. It is a…

Mitchell Ray Walden by Scott Utley

Mitchell Ray Walden   October Sixteenth, 1965 October Eleventh, 1995   Here Lies Interred the body of Mitchell Ray Walden Who Suddenly Departed This World On The Eleventh Day of October Anno Domini Nineteen Hundred And Ninety Five In The Twenty-Ninth Year of His Age Just a boy He’s just a kid The most bedazzling spirit…

MY NAME IS PROPHET

My name is Prophet but they call me, ‘Hey, you!’ I am a penniless drifter shod poorly. I am 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…

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…

A NIGHT SUCH AS THIS

On a night such as this in a land far away came the Raven ~ joyously surfing the warm winds of night, a breathtaking sight, such effortless might mocking the dusk with her spellbinding flight. A luminous bird with jet black bright eyes. The truth in her passion seared holes in the sky. She held…

HAWK & THE RAVEN

I recall full moon silver upon frosted eves & glassine dew upon sycamore sleeves. Sagacious spiders, masters of weave, slept snug & warm beneath an eave. The creek roared fierce with a late spring rain. All things full must surely wane. Perpetual blossoms should not be sad, yet I cannot sing when I am mad….

UNTIL THE RAIN CAME

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.

RING OF FIRE

TOPEKA ‘PREACHA

He says he loves Jesus and Jesus loves him. He’s a modern-day prophet forgiving your sins. He’s a radio pirate with a cable show too, a mistress in Paris, an eye out for you. His brand of religion breeds heartbreak and pain. He’s a born again Christian with something to gain. Deceitfully convincing his flock…

BURN ~ SCOTT UTLEY

INCINERATE MY SAVAGE SOUL I AM PAPER BURNING AT ALL MY EDGES YOU ARE THE SMOKE I BECOME

SHE’S MERCY – HE’S KIND

You’re my lady in waiting. I’m your man on the moon. I’m Magda. You’re Anjum. We’ve Indigo eyes. I’m Mosena. You’re Sallie. We’re two of a kind. You’re Marty. I’m Moses; We never chose love, it is love that chose us. We’re sisters & brothers, spiritual lovers …  … I was an ‘innocent’ in the time of the…

MEMORY of YOUR FACE

  Burnt onto the pages of my ancient history, is the story of our love; a spiritual decree. Penned onto the memory of my simple, fleeting life, is the epic of our union, quite beautifully described. I am stunned by the depth of your soul. Shall I be forever mystified? And this evening, brazenly confetti’d…

ALL THE YOUNG DUDES ~ DAVID BOWIE CRAZY HEART ~ WRITTEN BY SCOTT UTLEY

I love the laughter within my barbecued mind; faint echoes of Cherry Sprytes playing tag pierce a fragile silence. They skip down the pathway to my paper-mâché heart. We are a solace to one another.  Hear the music? Hear it? I can pick up radio stations just by opening up my inner ears. Listen … “Well, he…

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…

African Watoto Choir UGANDA

PERFECT HARMONY featuring DON & THE 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…

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…

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.

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…

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….

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…

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….

SOUL HAS YOUR EYES

I’m standing at my kitchen window. The dusk is passing into early eve. There is a wind storm going on. I’m concerned about a hummingbird nest that is in a young ficus tree raised from the dead itself; a stick two years ago in the backyard of my neighbor who had neglected it. I thought I’d just water it…

ANN PEEBLES ~ I CAN’T STAND THE RAIN

 

ABRIDGED PROFILE FOR MR. SCOTT UTLEY ~ NUCLEARMIND GLOBAL

NUCLEARMIND GLOBAL … EDUCATING THE FUTURE ONE BRILLIANT MIND AT A TIME NUCLEARMIND CONSISTS OF 21 CONTRIBUTORS. THIS PAGE REPRESENTS THE PROFILE OF MR. SCOTT UTLEY, (LOS ANGELES, CA. USA) AND HIS CONTRIBUTIONS TO NUCLEARMIND GLOBAL’S MISSION TO FREE OUR PLANET FROM OBSCENE SUFFERING BORN OUT OF FEAR FU: IGNORANCE BY EDUCATING THE EMERGING GENIUS OF OUR FUTURE. INCINERATE MY SAVAGE SOUL…

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…

BE A PEPPER ~ Performed by THE COCA COLA CHOIR

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 in the…

UNTIL THE RAIN CAME performed by SCOTT UTLEY

The raven caws three times and then the rain falls. Heaven’s sky tears down with a beautiful viciousness. Above my head, I study the layers of silt and dust on the avocado leaves. I think this is the accumulated detritus of this past summer’s volcanic eruption.  It was a summer deadened by the horror of…