PRAYING MANTIS WIDOWED BLACK by SCOTT UTLEY

Upon the littered streets of Chelsea, Sheridan Square, Christopher Street, the pier, the trucks & my old neighborhood over off Bank street by H. B. Studios lay debris & detriment & minced miniature genitalia of yesterday’s used up action figures greeting good morning through hazed, petrol glassed, excremental eyes. That was yesterday. Today? Well, today … I felt her. She felt it. Damn it! Oh, oh…truth hurts. I hurt. It hurt. Immediately. Yet my fantasies still flew wild just as the hawks on Fifth Avenue do when the pigeons fly their loops.

MYSTIC SEA

I confess there are times my subconscious mind fist-fights with my unconscious mind. I am a shadow-boxed in by illusions more real than reality could ever be. My fractured mind’s eye becomes a maze my soul cannot navigate. I struggle against my destiny. To the left. To the right. To the right? I don’t know. I become a spinning top…

YOKE OF KINDNESS

When I awoke from a nap last night, I had no recollection of time having stopped. I felt far too self-inflated with self-importance to allow silly little things such as the end of time to be of consequence. Whatever time it happened to be was the time is was. I could have cared less but I didn’t….

COMMAND THYSELF ~ TAKE ME TO CHURCH ~ WE MCDONALD ~ THE VOICE

“Command thyself to be healed, to be loved, to love, to forgive, to be forgiven, command thyself.” A preacher man taught me that last night in a parking lot after the sunset … somewhere near Reseda on Magnolia Avenue in San Fernando Valley. Bingo howled at every passing dog from the rear window of my…

THIS IS WHAT TRUE FRIENDSHIP LOOKS LIKE.

SCOTT UTLEY: This was tough to watch but if there was any doubt in anyone’s mind about the sacred nature of life in all beings, there cannot be any doubt now. GONG LI: 这很难看,但如果任何人对任何生物的神圣性质有任何怀疑,现在就不会有任何疑问。

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. Once, I was a saint who loved to throw miracles at your feet. Once I was a devil who incinerated your generous spirit with my savage desires; I ate…

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…

THANK YOU ~ DIDO

This beautiful parrot is native to the street I grew up on. A very rare and near extinct species, the Woodside Blue Headed Yellow Bellied Bliss Street Nut Eating Squawker Talker Parrot once roamed the entire borough of Queens, all the way from Long Island City to Far Rockaway, from the shores of Jamaica Bay to…

SCATTER JOY ~ GLENN MILLER 1941

Just say no. 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 technology…

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….

THE SKY GOES ON FOREVER

  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…

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…

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…

MORNING AGAIN

  My body rises before the sun.  My eyes flutter just as filament in clear light bulbs do. Alone with myself, I fantasize the universe. Just for a moment, my opti-glitter eyes become beacons illuminating my life; all my sorrow, shame, thrills, love, loves and fears exposed. It will be several hours before the sun pitches her amber…

I CAN HELP ~ SCOTT UTLEY

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…

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 Earth’s tears each day I go high. You’re wide-eyed, lovely and filled with questions ‘why.’ Partake of my wisdom, together, we shall kiss the sky.    

HAWK & THE RAVEN

Full  moon silver frosted leaves, glacine dew robed sycamore sleeves. Sagacious spiders (masters of weave), slept snug & warm beneath my eaves. The creek roared fierce with a late spring rain. All things full must surely wane. Perpetual blossoms should not be sad, but I can’t sing when I’m feeling mad. Atomic beats drove me…

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…

ISN’T THAT THE TRUTH?

  A spiraling orb of sea-green-blue burst into a ball of fire-red flames, leaving nothing in its wake but silence wrapped in an inky black coat of inner knowing. You beside me smiling that smile only you can smile said loud and clear, “Everything will be just fine”. Isn’t that the truth? Isn’t it Our…

COMMAND THYSELF

The upshot to this story is: Trust your instincts & follow your heart. That is where God resides. Maybe you will rewrite the Bible or whatever other scriptures you hold close to your heart & by doing so, change our world for the better … or not … your worth as a living being was measured in full when you were born. Do nothing if that is your desire. That’s what I do. It may be your destiny. I hope it’s mine.

AQUARIUS IS RISING

This approaching dawn looks brighter than the others. The Orioles song  seems sweeter than I remember. The fog I had resigned myself to living with is lifting with the light. This approaching dawn is seeded with new promise. Aquarius is rising & this light is so much brighter.

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…

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.

HARP OF THE GODS

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.

BURN

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

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.  

NE TOUCHÉ PAS

  If you were to touch me now,  you would electrocute the both of us. I am highly charged & you are gifted with devouring receptivity. The hair along the arc of my forearms stand tall as devoted warriors do. Goosebumps from solar flares tinge the organ covering my being. I feel chill although it’ is 110 in the…

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…

DISCOURSE AT OJAI

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 murder. If you…

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.  

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

CLOSER TO GOD

  I am sitting in my car. I park behind my house in the alley. Alone. Dark. Quiet. Thinking. I feel my best here late in the evening when everyone around me is sound asleep. Silence is a balm to the soul. I feel only the possums slithering above on telephone lines with their beautiful faces. I…

THE MAN COMES AROUND

  I voted twice for Clinton in ? … seems a thousand years ago. Richard, my brother, was dying from AIDS. He wanted to vote for Bush. I told Richard that REAGAN & BUSH didn’t even mention AIDS until four years into that genocide. The American people laughed and said it was god’s revenge. That’s…

EAT DAISIES IF YOU MUST BUT DON’T EAT MEAT

  This struggle is the most powerful force pulling our collective soul that way, then the other. Forget about NUCLEAR BOMBS THE AIDES GENOCIDE, OR UGLY AMERICANS. All  off our sages and all the queens men have said over and over and over again until they were blue in the face: MEN AND WOMEN WOULD…

MOON BEING ~ SEIN MOND by SCOTT UTLEY ~ TRANSLATION: MS. CLAUDIA BIENE, GERMANY

Teil meines gesichts ist eine immense krater. Es ist hier verbringe ich die meiste meiner freien zeit, sitzt neben mir teetrinken auf den lippen meiner wangenknochen. Ich rede endlos über Ihre Vollkommenheit, was einen tiefen defekt des charakters was ist. Wir haben dann reagieren ad-infinitum.  Wir vergleichen noten. Wir lachen, wir weinen und wehmütig jammern, Sitzt neben uns, nippt tee und…

BODY ELECTRA

If you touch me now,  you will electrocute the both of us. I am highly charged. You are gifted with devouring receptivity. The hair along the arc of my forearms stand tall as devoted warriors do. Goosebumps from solar flares tinge the organ covering my being. I feel chill although it’ is 110 in the shade. My body takes…

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…

IS IT ANY WONDER?

  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 as I inhale the newborn’s breath. I am…

GOD IS THE GENIUS IN YOU

F-BOOK POST & REPLY; AUGUST 15, 2017 LA CA USA: DEBBIE GUILLIAM POSTED ON HER FACEBOOK PAGE AUGUST 14, 2017: [For those of you who still have your parents in your lives: You are so blessed. But some of you are too blind to realize how precious time is & that your parents won’t be around…

PELE of KILAUEA, HAWAII

  … a river of flames pours through the sky of my mind star pine marionettes, smoldering silhouettes blue dot confetti’d stars clusters of bumble bee palms honey milked from thin air …    

Wenn Ich Sterbe – Scott Utley – Translated By Claudia Beine

  Eingebrannt in die Geschichte meiner Ahnen, ist die Geschichte unserer Liebe; eine spirituelle Entscheidung. Ganz wundervoll beschrieben ist das Epos unseres Bundes, Niedergeschrieben in die Erinnerungen meines einfachen, dahineilenden Lebens. Ich bin betäubt von der Tiefe deiner Seele, Werde ich für immer verwirrt bleiben? Vollkommen zerstreut habe ich heute Abend, auf einer Hollywood Autobahnüberführung,…

BRIGHT EYES

… your worth as a living being was measured in full when you were born. Do nothing if that is your desire. That’s what I do. It may be your destiny. I hope it’s mine.

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.

COME PLAY MY GUITAR

  I tossed and turned throughout the night. I felt something amiss, not quite right. Thunder rolled across black skies, lightning struck shut both my eyes. My bed lay shattered upon shards of glass. Clouds swirled by like comets, fast. I wondered if this night would pass? I prayed to God this would not last. Take me…

I’M TALKING TO YOU

If you are a shafter of hope, don’t sit at my table. If you would abandon humanity,; babies who suffer, women in anguish, the deaf, the mute and the dying, find another table to sit at, you’re not welcome at mine. If you say no to them, who, in heaven’s name will say yes to…

JUST LIKE HEAVEN ~ THE CURE

Have you ever met a Kit Fox? The last time I was there, I arrived an hour or so past midnight. There was an ethereal full moon drifting from side to side. The roaring clatter of emptiness … all alone … no one anywhere in sight. Appearing as if from a glassine desert sky below my feet, a…

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…

BORN TO SHINE

Our queen is a day laborer. We are lords in her kingdom. She says we were born to shine. We say she was born to shine. Blessed be our lovely queen who dwells between our eyes. She’s nobody’s prophet, she says. We say she is. She never calls herself our guiding light. We do, but never in her…

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…

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…

WE CAN ONLY SPEAK of HOPE ~ ANGELINA JORDAN ~ FLY ME TO THE MOON

  Here is Angelina Jordan … she just turned age twelve. This clip is directed by the same woman who did the illustrations on Angelina’s book. She is the grandmother of Angelina… from Oslo, Norway, but her grandmother lives and produces in northern Iran. These are two stellar talents, to be sure. Imagine how poor…