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…

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…

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…

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….

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?  

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.

HIS NAME IS PROPHET by APRILIA ZANK: MUNICH

Originally posted on Galaktika Poetike "ATUNIS":
Poem by Aprilia Zank   his name is prophet inspired by a fellow poet’s verse   I see you drifting above the clouds as there is no abode for you beneath their desultory patterns   you with the patch on your right eye and the knife in…

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 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.    

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….

African Watoto Choir UGANDA

ANN PEEBLES ~ I CAN’T STAND THE RAIN

 

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.  

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…

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 – LOVE LOVE LOVE – OF MONSTERS AND MEN

LOVE LOVE LOVE ~ OF MONSTERS AND MEN

PRAYING MANTIS WIDOWED BLACK

A diva doused in deep scarlet diamonds, emerald eyes framed by black and ivory sable, hair electric-blue; a Da Vinci etched upon marbled cashmere, I watch her shimmer just as the horizon of a vain-glorious Fourth of July will do. She sways with the earth’s rhythm as our elevator falls free from the top of the world. Between…

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…

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。

LOVE ON THE BRAIN ~ RIHANNA

BENAZIR BHUTTO

RING OF FIRE

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…

سوزاندن ~ BURN ~ FARSI ~ ENGLISH ~ WRITTEN by SCOTT UTLEY

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

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…

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…

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,…

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…

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…