I share almost all my own poetry and have for many years online. And in cards 🃏 etc 

Read this after your blazed … it’s from years ago 

We speak
About my trip 
To Paris to see
Lizard mans grave
They don’t tell 
An almost ecstatic 
Wild looking tourist 
How HUGE that cemetery is 
So there I was 
Lost in a cemetery 
Much older than I knew 
From the USA 
Spiritus Roughest Ego
Seer eyes 

-Blinded away from grave

So here’s the the Spiritual 
Seers of the unseen 
When did Jimi die? 
We were all so young 
And stoned 
Too much 
Electricity 
In our bodies 
Minds and reigns 
It wasn’t a battle 
It was just allllll
So much fun
I enjoy another 
Spirit spinner 
To 
- chase the tail again

Then again 
Maybe I’m happy 
She liked 
Val Kilmers lips 
Cause that almost got her 
To watch “the Doors” 
But who becomes 
That ego 
Cause she hasn’t yet 
Given in to the 
Reality 
Though her whispers 
Hear every 
Possible 
Questions and answers 
Asked above the floor 
(1/2)

I got her with Love Me Two times 
Before high school
She learned to play 
Clarinet and saxophone 
Quite good even 
If I just tell you myself 
Pointless or not 
She’s a sprite
Full of sassafras 
And country 
She blazed her own 
Way out 
But 
Addictions 

-lead back to words

Then the sun his 
Blazing on and 
There within 
Must wonder if you saw this
What Whit posted and when 
Did you see it before 
Or after 
Was tilted perceptions 
Mine or yours 
Ours 
23 and me 
She blows brighter 
Since 
When
The sun 
Blazes 
Moon rushes 
Fools 

-Beget us again

Jimi I guess you told me 
Inheritance taken 
But I want the 
Peyote 
Amiright 
Oh yeah 
Back to being a seer 
Of other cosmic connections 
Space reflections 
You can do it Whit 
You do have your place sealed 
Golden records are whatever 
Compared to what you are 
Come back & l…

I ask you think of me. 
And the lifetimes I’ve had 
On Earth as a predator 
Why do you think 
You’re a woman so soon again? 
Cause you had to learn 
More respect this time 
So you can communicate 
And be a leader of ken dolls 
Cause you’ve already been 
Of men
Which path will yo

What path will you chose now?
Yeah girl, listen…you did chose 
I know, I chose it all
But how much paint and fumes 
To fill the wonders away
It’s not fair to put 
All that into a child so young 
Cause visions are second 
Hand traumas of others 
Loves and loved history mistaken

So you get a Churchill 
Or a guarding child 
Someone with the skills to raise 
But yes, just cause you 
HAD TO 
Walk through hell
And did 
Doesn’t mean you had 
To make one
Others life 
War against herself 
And others 
No one understood 
Get 
Away
I’m done

That’s the damness of it 
She has seen the unseen 
Gaslit of her dreams 
Cause profit made in the past 
Appears to be my ego 
Playing on her heartstrings 
Again within 
Would her call to action 
Or others change 
If she chose to chiefly 
Take 
Monetarily dictation of

Ha. A paperback writer? 
A book for today? 
I don’t know. 
DNA traveling 
Astral blasts 
Iconoclastic 
Not withstanding 
Her voice brash 
It’s the blasting 
To get others 
To mine their own mind 
Then heart
Surgical connections 
Too many 
Believe 
Life ends 
-awaken

———
Veni Creator Spiritus