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Context



What are we and why are we here?

What purpose does the little monkey have?

Is there a reason at all?

I guess it is off the context we choose…



Some say we are winning some think we will lose,

But all the while we dance and smile and say how do you do,

Funny when the start and the end stick with the same mystery,

A thing that drives the best of men over to insanity,



Because I find it funny when you think,

Of course coming from a cellular category,

That we could be the framework of being,

Our claim to fame being a single cell in its entirety,



Many would say well then there is god,

But look at you and then to me,

If the planet was but a single cell then we seem to be,

The zygote of our mothers need,

Space-ship sperm if you get me,





Ironic this destiny would be cum,

That halls of science be Endoplasmic Reticulum,

With excess R.N.A. never meant to be dumb,

Power-plants our Mitochondria,

Doomed to run the structure for the new Alexandria,

Human beings their amino-acids changed into social orders,

Groupings held by each national border,

Our United Nations a loose Nucleus to hold together,

And rocket to carry the information of our mother,

Sentient to adapt to the given planetary lover,



So loose and out there this thought seems,

Until looking through a million year old planetary mentality,

For would the body ever help,

The single cell one in all the billions of a piece of kelp,

Silly thought it burn through them just like you and I through skin,

A concept we would hate to not feel special in,



But silly me I do deflect on what the world does see,

For what are you to the planet but complex energy,

If we are meant to do a single task the world would seem to cry,

For this we invent stories and often try to lie,

For our planet should want to carry on not look to us as strife,

Carry the world of carbon onto a another life,



We would be the impregnators of millions of other lands,

The changing of the universe within the palms of our hands,

But to broad this overview to be seen by common folks,

The idea of human sat at the edge of small town jokes,

So as we grow do we apply to be the sexual deva-child?

Or are we forever just a sad monkey linked to his pride,





Doomed to kill ourselves and the macro soon,

Taking the sexual play to instead self-destructive booms!

Sadly just a bad mutation upon the planets consideration,

A leading to a different form of sentient concentration,

For will we be the next success to stepping up D.N.A.,

Or the sad tale of our sorrowful microscopic play,



Either way I love the sound of our theatre,

To produce the new era of pain in the breeder,

At the end we will end but maybe we can give,

The carbon based life its true state to continue to live….





Sean Stutzman

Xochipilli



Lord of flowers I feel your smile,

I ask not too much from you,

Your bounty is beyond the feeling of love,

Like the ringing in my ears from the pulsating drum,



Let each of your herbs ease my soul,

Teach me the lessons from the serpent old,

I plant your body,

I eat your spirit,

I see your soul,

The introspective dance of light coming from my mold,



I see the plants decorate your body,

The Sun-openers bud and flowers sway,

I see my memory cleaned by the suns gaze,

The creeping morning glories cling to your way,

The serpent’s favorite instruction daze,

The nicotine calms your body to sway,

The old way with no toxins in play,

The drooping flowers of the Quararibea tree,

Mix in drink and make me feel free,

The diviner’s sage around you square stalk and meek,

Teaching material is not what you think or what you seek,

But my greatest lessons you taught me from your knees and ears,

The psilocybe’s challenged all my greatest fears,

From all these tried one message is clear,





That intoxication breeds inspiration,

Your voice the great beacon as down the tunnel I cross into instigation,



Even after your voice has worn away,

Apart of me now forever you’ll stay,

For you are the way our mother sings choice,

Explaining why hippie hallucinogeners speak of nature in voice,



For you are the mediator from the static world,

Not able to move with wind you swirl,

But ignorant people say plants have no voice,

Well pick up one of the great gamblers many a choice,

Then he will tell you with booming vision,

As our digestion of them gives us direction,

That they are speaking to us but our ears have no rhythm,

So only in chemical induced hymn,

We meet up with the perception of the plants,

The gift great Xochipilli grants,

For just like him with wind in the sun and moon we should dance

And raise our face to the sky in trance.



Sean Stutzman

Nefertem



God of the gap of eternity,

Like an unending pod,

Rising from waters,

Resting in pools,

Cresting your face from your folds to start anew,



"Rise like Nefertem from the blue water lily,

to the nostrils of Ra and come forth upon the horizon each day."



I brew your petals,

I plant your pods,

I smile when drinking you,

I dance without pause,

Your inspiration comes on like beautiful muse,



"Rise like Nefertem from the blue water lily,

to the nostrils of Ra and come forth upon the horizon each day."



Sex is your story,

Beauty is your truth,

Motion can’t stop my body,

A couple paired into action,

Her skin glows like the suns haze on a flowers petal,



"Rise like Nefertem from the blue water lily,

to the nostrils of Ra and come forth upon the horizon each day."



Your brother brings death,

But you breathe in life,

New beginnings and ideas,

Taking away all my strife,

Your amber glow flows through me on the next day,



"Rise like Nefertem from the blue water lily,

to the nostrils of Ra and come forth upon the horizon each day."



So don’t make me forget,

Give me peace to my day,

Allow my dreams of sexual play,

You are the beginning of the world and its inevitable game,

Great Lord of the lily ally with me and stay…

Like the lily I raise my face to the horizon each day.





Sean Stutzman

The Void



Of things that are there, and yet not she is the queen

The eminent pondering in the mad-man’s dream,

The quazi-question of metaphysical esteem,

The dream could be the same thing...



So ask the questions oh shells of thought,

And dive into the murky waters you yourself brought,

For what is life if not effort used and fought?

The dream could be the same thing...



So calm that abundant ringing of deafening knell,

Allow the preconceived to break apart and dispel,

Or are we the words of a physicists quell,

The dream could be the same thing...



Seeking a home for the rules he wishes,

The quantum tone in bleak tunes diminishes,

Like cosmic nets our rules reel in monstrous fishes,

The dream could be the same thing...



For we are those that dance in the light,

We are chorus that does sing forth and ignite,

If only about place, perspective, and strife,

The dream could be are real scene...



So do we seek our own repugnant goals?

Or can we dishevel our Paleolithic tolls,

Attacking on mundane sights on the "how?" as it unfolds

The dream could be are real scene...



For those who don't question are doomed to repeat,

And those that pure speculate are not capable to redirect men’s feet,

At the end of the day the great knowledge passed on could all be deceit,

The dream could be are real scene...



So the real I deem is a positive thing,

Even if in material it all seems to sting,

For I hear the beauty in the harmonious bells ring:

I see the pod break open and seed,

I feel the wind as she listens even to me,

I taste the apple ripe on the tree,

I place the microscope to see cellular divergency,

Telescoping to distances lifetimes beyond me,

I can play with in my plane,

And with new age I can feel more of the same,



For as Life grows more profound more understood,

The shadow of new mysteries lays down its dark hood,

For the universe would fragment if learning all was understood,



So when light disappears and darkness great chaos seems to be coming in,

The Void so close you could drown if you don't lift your chin,

Remember that the vacuum could be all in the end,

So do not hold on senseless hues,

That trick the mind to believe in absolute truths,

We are the transgressor and the hero,

The demons roar the angel’s fury,

So to think that alone you are is pointless at end,

For lines drawn through the resonating sands,

Speak only of your own ends,

To alienate oneself and rebel at conscious end,

So better to reel in the nature of the life at odds,

Then feel that life’s messages are only mere nods,



Lessons are given at highs and at lows,

At points in-between where nobody goes,

Yet mapping our world gives us all the keys,

To play as great players inside reality,



So to the void I would declare this:

"If you are there, then on one day we shall return, but if not the dismal life yearns,

For only you could truly be the perfection sought,

The end of the conscious balloons tying knot,

Yet would you ever be allowed to be,

To exist yet not so paradoxically,

The question in the end was for you but defines me,

My beautiful net of dualities... "



Sean Stutzman

We Who Dance In the Dark



As music fills my ears with planting beat,

I feel the sound move to my feet,

Insatiable drive fills my limbs,

Do I do this for some accord?





No, no show on television can grasp my feeling,

No judge could tell me my hearts meaning,

I dance to feel the earth mother,

For dancing humans are life’s art shudder,





The last form of free expression,

You move how you wish no dictation,

For the ballets beauty is from a plays direction,

They feel that programed movements are the true interpretation,

Yet each of those dancers true release,

In freedom of motion a solo piece,





When music inspires your body’s story,

The programmed movements become so boring,

Let fly your heart to sing to this world,

Let limbs fly and your body unfurl,

Do not care how silly or odd it looks,

Don’t watch videos and don’t study books,





Just let the rhythm feed your spirit,

The flow through you just feel it,

And if others point and joke and jest,

Then enjoyment you’ve found in the very best,

For we need to meet the person beneath,

That youthful you of old to yourself do bequeath,

The feeling of new sensation in you is your only obligation,

Dance until your muscles achieve obliteration,



Smile and feel what the shamans of old made quite clear,

Dance in the moonlight shatter your fear,

That man himself has created so few things,

And absorb the world’s heart in the movement it brings.







Sean Stutzman

Catastrophe



I can’t move as bodies roll and fall,

The concretes unforgiving strength breaks,

My mind racing no action is quick enough at pace,

How could this have been the thing to happen?



I plead in my mind,

Reaction to move but the knife holds me in bind,

His and her crumpled bodies lay down to the ground,

My action is not fast enough still I am bound,

My hate seethes out as powerless I stand,

My only true friend stuck to the land,



Unforgiving to them over him I try holding him still,

His body so harmed it sends me chills,

The world pauses and pain comes from my eyes,

A taste of his soul as before me he lies,



A great man of thought brought to ego in check,

For those with less brain an advantage they project,

The lights and whine of the engines surround us,

Powerless to an end my mind finds no solace,



Regret I feel even today,

A horrible hiccup in my memory it stays,

But never again will allow such pain to sway,

And each day I thank they both are ok…





Sean Stutzman

Drink



Her beauty is that ^ of legends of old,



So soft I am almost damned to touch her,

Her eyes dart as the cut glistens,

She bites her lip as the flow comes,

I twitch with unimaginable love,

She is the taste I cling for,

She is the life,

Love,

I,

Drink,

Bite,

Lick,

Her life a trickle,

The passion moves from her to me,

My passion brings her to me my minds ecstasy



Sean Stutzman

Odin’s Fruit



Great Force-Sucker do not for me set a trap,

Oh Dwarven Vampire of the gap,

Entropic master of the universe,

You feed from our experience as if imprinted by our curse,

Bring to me,

So I can see,

The Urlog of the ages,

Spoken from only the mouth of sages,

For the great dimension is held on a pull,

Of duality in motion to keep from being dull,

Moving the world to your vacuous Nous,

I realize these things as I swallow my dose,

For all things build on other things,

All things balance on other rings,

Until spheres meet and make the place, the time, the person, the space:





My mind will rush a dash un-steered,

Until the great song heralds of mighty Sleipnir,

Riding the worlds to find my place,

On Mimir’s steps I scar my face,

Hanging myself on Yggdrasil,

Control can come to that I feel,







But the rule and joke of the Norn’s damns my cause,

Knowing the world makes my mind pause,

For eat of the fruit her flesh red and white,

Soon you will see,

That in the end the world is not free,



Doomed to end in crashing chorus,

The Wod I learn burns out for us,

But the Thunder wizard screams out Odin lost his mind,

He seeks for things he might never find,

The blessing is getting the ability to change it from inside,

Something that shows leadership is not trustworthy of pride,

For to control takes sacrifice to go outside your rut,

Know you as yet? …….. Or what?



Do we trust Odin?

Do we trust our minds?

The answer unsure,

The answer lingering as humans mature,

For logic can give you the answer that leads,

To helping of others the balance of things,

But for every rational well founded thought,

A dark counter-balance breathes back and is sought,

Because absolutes are fool’s gold blinding our mind,

Playing out different roles in different worlds but you are you in different kind,



So let Freya’s bounty bring a smile to your face,

Sleep with the Muscaria giving you grace,

As Freya’s blonde angelic face comes within your eyes,

You will know the true balance to all those who live with strife’s lives,

Let the price come to be your help to others,

The dust speck that reaches out to another,

Giving the roles of characters to each other,

Take heed to be listening to each of the three great brothers,

And the Norn’s will smile and upon new life they will stack,

The will to bring our great Yggdrasil back,

Laughing and smiling man will stand in the end,

Trying to restart and breathe life into form once again…







For our Will brings the world new novelty to form,

So as our ancestors did by the river we mourn,

The thoughts that may never be,

Or the thoughts that we will always see,

But tie the white ribbon above the stream,

Imagine all of the world as a great tree,

Think your thought and repeat after me:



Ye Worthe Min Willa

“Worth my Will,”



Maybe the random voice of the wind in the breeze,

The subtle teachings come from staring at trees,

Seeing her bounty in your belly,

Will play out your thought into reality…



Sean Stutzman