I want to write poems that make you go wow…
Pop open your mouths and feel like the world as you know it
has been turned inside out,

And oh how I wish I were ballsy enough –
To spit rhymes on street corners and strut my lyrical stuff
Without censoring myself or holding a grudge
against the sins of the past.

I want to change the picture, flip the scene,
make you think about things
in ways you never dreamt possible –

I want to create a dialogue, an invitation to come and be
Co-conspirators
In a closed loop circuit of ingenuity.

And just as I have thrown myself at the feet
Of prophets like Rumi and Hafiz,
Had my soul spoonfed by Dickinson,
And plunged headlong like a lemming
into the sweet abyss of Hemingway –

I long to possess and impart such wisdom
That people would line up for miles
just to lay their naked, quivering,
thirsty souls in my outstretched hands
Saying – Feed me!
Fill me! Teach me!
Show me -more-…

And then I’ll say – No.

I cannot, because the vision is yours.
You are the key to your own destiny.
The knowledge has always been in you.
You ARE enough for your soul.

And then we’ll walk as equals in paradise,
sharing enlightenment, sharing life;
And I’ll lead you to the cafe where
Buddha and Ghandi sit contemplating their coffees
Where Jesus waits (and occasionally flips) tables
And Freud and Jung are locked in an eternal game of strip-scrabble.

A place where I am you and you are me
And my words are yours and your words resonant in me
And when we finally understand that WE
are the music makers and the dreamers of the dreams –

Then…

Then we can change the world.