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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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.

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…