OUR GANG

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…

A THUNDER-BLOOD FULL MOON TONIGHT

There is no way you can avoid this moon tonight. Do you hear me? There is no way you can avoid this moon tonight. At this moment, He is framed by my giant regal avocado tree in bloom. There is the face of Buddha in His. That is very clear. Or should I say, ‘He is…

GIVE ME PALESTINE

If you give me Palestine, I swear to God, I’ll end this crime. I’ll lay verbena, purple glory, along the path of Jesus’ story. I’ll ask our buddy, jolly Buddha, to bring white roses & blessed Moses. I’ll ask dear Mohammed & Sister Mary to feed our souls should we get weary. Let’s take those…

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…

THE 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….

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…

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.

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…

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…

COME PLAY MY GUITAR

I tossed and turned throughout the night, 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 away, my…

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…

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….

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…

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  

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.

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…

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…

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…

PROUD OF MY PRIDE

  I am a Lion, a child of the Sun. I’m proud of my pride and royal blue blood. I listen to all but answer to none. I am a Lion with wings on my sides. I use them to flee but never to hide. I’ve known sorrow and wonder. I have laughed and I’ve…

MY PROPHET RISING

  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 & fondles memories from before my time, back when this river flowed with twice its heart & the sky more…