Bed time for Sinners, Or, Love and Other Heinous Acts, JD Kruger, GLP4.

JD Kruger, Owner, GLP4

A song of selfhood

Discriminate your taste

Make you lover chase

Be guided with patience, do not make haste

And whatever you do, do not waste –

There will be time to murder and create

Those I love and those I hate

For the miracle we all must wait

And pray on bended knee

Count to three and hold your breath

The thief takes time to digest

All its garnered on its heath

With rhyme of infinite splendour

Solis of individuation

Had he thought he could heal the nation

Perhaps he’ll switch to another station

And such for divinity

On bended knee, we pray.

A gentleman, a sailor I have been

But what have you been in between

A sparkler on our New Year’s day

When we dead souls learn how to play

For life is magick when half-life’s up

For you I’ll be a buttercup

A dharma bum, a seer, a saint

Now let’s not hear nary a complaint

Shadows and light, I have them both

I am a guest upon this earth

I have some friends and adversaries too

Perhaps I’ll shift from red to blue

We all know that the Doc’s a game

Who heals the sick and heals the lame

I once was blind but now I see

And on this watchtower I’ll make three.

Love and other Heinous Acts

Star-crossed lovers

Merry the ship

While whipping boys scream

For all that’s sick

Mighty war follows years of Love

But who shall be singing from above

The laurels lain, the prince forlorn

Perhaps from one another we are torn

We hit the roof, then smoke cigars

Perhaps we’ll have our Hitler cars

Joined by love, and songs of hate

When the boys learn how to skate

And dance on ice with crosses borne

Then I shall again blow my horn

After vanquishing illusions, samsara dead

Who will be the first to give me head

Not some trollope in a bar

Not a man with his guitar

But a lady fair and worth her price

For I have long been only nice.

Heart attack Guru

Chained by swords of fame

Self-hood is a lie

And anonymity a game

If only it were easy

To write within the heart

But it blackens him so deeply

That we’re off to a good start.

If I could be an elf

Eating mushrooms in the woods

I wouldn’t have to talk of self

But still five you the goods

And take the all of life’s splendours

Without a friend or foe

To nature I would bend

Upon the ebb and flow

But comrades I have plenty

And adversaries few

I wish we all were mighty and could escape this zoo.

He is the infinite goof

All things are lined through h9im

He could be so aloof

His beard would need a trim

But masters master selves

And elves are but a few

So we put out trophies on our shelves

And paint our centres blue.

How little she is

Hitler hockey! What a bust

It all corrodes down to dust

I guess we all do what we must

In a land with freedom and lots of trust

Even for the wicked there is respect

But look what we’ve lost in what is wrecked

Muscling bodies forty times a day

Counting our sins throughout the day

Vishnu creates and shiva destroys

But listen to all this world’s noise

In multitudes when we live in the sun

But look into night and what is done

With children that play throughout the day

Even Lucifer has his way

When Socrates lies down to bed

Now in Lethe we forget about some he’s said

For travellers walk in one door of six

And walk out with Hindu’s crucifix

But what will happen when the temple’s done

And all the wise men learn to run

Will there be shelter for the faithful

Or just some mobs of people wrathful

Only I with conviction know this course

When I take the spoon and ride the horse

And predict with dreams what there might be

If all were living to be free

I bare this weight like a mule’s back

And dare not say upon which track

I have followed and I have taken

An immanent Buddha I have forsaken

So I muscle this earth with flesh and bone

And one day soon I’ll find my throne

And reckon that we shall all atone

For what has been done upon this rebirth –

We thank some god each and every day

Even the sun and moon do play

And soon we’re isolated and alone

Individuated and in community grown

And now we die a little more each night

Hoping some day we’re out of sight

But stars we are and know our light

And soon with wings we all take flight.

A Guest

To sleep, to dream

A factory of moonbeams

And run suns raging light

To diminish not power, out of sight

Hailey’s comet came and went

An eclipse, and mars demonic vent

War rages long in my gut

I thing that I was irrevocably cut

From off that train that went rolling by

A sea of diamonds in ladies’ eyes

Some mushrooms that were clouded over

Sometimes I wish eye were in Dover

Or had four-leaf clovers in my hair

To dispel the evil in the air

I did not have the angst to put it there

But I could set it free

Unto this sailor’s sea

Perhaps there will be some mischief

If I remain the little Indian chief.

The things they don’t teach you about in college

When you are in , you’re in

And when you’re out, you’re out

The body is an infinite goof

And I guess there’s what love’s about

Care for the body as a temple

Keep a lucid mind

Keep the rhythm of the body pulsing

When you’re doing fine

Watch your friends so they guard you

Study in the mind’s eye

You know we’re liberty limited

Until we say goodbye

And every time we say good bye

The music that was in me leaves

For I’ve learned how not to fly

And how to pitch inside.

It’s good enough for Buddha

It’s good enough for love

It may be good for Allah

But watch what’s on the stove

I keep things on the back burner

I’m a chef extraordinaire

There’s a heart for a good lover

Perhaps I’ll shave my hair

For the Buddha I am tight

And a muscle I shall be

I can’t be strong as four

But maybe I’ll be three

There’s no moral to this story yet

But trespasses and sins

I’ll wait until tomorrow

To see which Allah wins.

It’s in and out

It’s up and down

To live to die

Is not a clown

To love, to give

Reciprocate

Dispel the hate

His need to live

Do not despair

What’s in the air

Some does come down

Some stays in the ether

This cess pool under

That draws some thunder

Makes us so mad

And makes us bad

But how to think

Upon the page

Upon the stage

A minimal age

There’s retention

There is abstention

I do declare

The mind’s everywhere

I swing through the clouds

I hop from stories

There is no more

We’re not all tories.

I’ve come to say

More for solidarity

I’m no Hercules

Bit I can sing

The nation needs

Joy and sobriety

I’m not so gay

As one might say

But that’s enough

I’ll hang tough

I’ll be a falcon

Rough enough.

I fucked up a girl

With expressionist art

I killed a Buddha

Without any heart

I told a tale

Without any soul

They named me Lucifer

As if it were me goal

They said I had light

I said I couldn’t bend

But then I broke

And was unable to mend

So I wrote you a song

To forgive me at end

My laughter is gone

I don’t know where I’ll send

All these inclinations of mine

To do good at the start

But now I am fearless

With a very cold heart.

I needed to write

To atone for my sins

To make wrong write

To make losses wins

And though I go on

I am paralysed such

My life as a con

It isn’t worth that much

Some art, music drawings

Some philosophic rings

To whatever comes

To whatever life brings

But it is dead in the core

I know not how to heal

As the man says to touch

Is greater than to feel

So the great revolution

Is either behind or in front

Whichever way you look

You’ll truly have to hunt.

The great wars behind us

The greater to come

You know not to cuss

You know now the sum

I gave you the numbers

I gave you their meaning

I made you all sombre

I made you with feeling

I taught you the language

To go down, to go up

I learned from my neighbours

With whom I did sup

So go with conviction

Spread love cross the land

Individual with solidarity

At least I gave you a hand.

Make me angry

If you want to

Make me stubborn

Hard and through

Make me spit

At your indecision

Make me laugh

To comfort you

make me nuts

For my compassion

Make me crazy

For my love and fashion

Make me mad

For my sacrifices

Make me kill

To stare at you

Make me worn

Where no one goes

But the bloody and the blue

Make me shades of grey in shadows

Make me hate to know its through.

The Compulsion to write

How love can so easily

Be transformed to hatred

And animosity

I shall never know

Some say it’s a war

Between the black and white

Between the left and write

But I lie curled

Beneath my sheets

Trying to make sense

Of it all. Power

I guess, and the individual

Spirit, where the soul is drenched

By inundations of madness

Constantly subsuming

Sand being subsumed –

We devour and we are devoured

No. It is not nice –

But it is one of the laws

Of Buddha nature.

Definitions

Spiral age dichotomies

Choices in the air of crying lamas

Tortured chambers, spiritus mundi

Ghost apocalypse, joined by 33

Neighbours peace, but stealing still

Why don’t you just take a pill

Haunted mansions, guard fort knox

Reading papers with closed locks

Hermetic seals and paper dragons

Stumped chieftains, horse and wagon

Carriage sent to dharma bums

In subways, shelters, whatever comes

What may, what will, who started

This mess? He is whom we have to bless

The path is not clear for those who see

Wandering thoughts on jeopardy

Think fast, think slow, unite body and mind

Buddhisattva sutra in front and begin

To lead this state out of misery

And into peace where it should be.

I need to know what’s black

And white as ghosts

Traveling through the night

Greetings and welcome to all

We are always at war and peace

Can we subsume all in time

treasure left buried defined

By the pounds of sand

That weigh it down

Do you mean terror?

I do not mean that

But pressure for order

Is self and society

To succeed in conquering

The self, and the global chaos

Is the only context in hand.

So guard your thought

Shapes emerge in solipsistic air

I am not that I am

Weakened by my compassion

I must write form operative

The voice is dead

Or should I say, only alive

I have not known

The wrestling world, alive

Save the voice

I am one and not at all

She come with mercy in a wink of sleep

I have done more for most

Than what I have done

For myself.

The Cess pool of thought

Disjointed, I, He and We

Discover the mind, in wandering

The rinks of ice, in sliding communion

Join with those in finite illusion

I see an image, ghosts in the sky

I ask myself, the eternal why

Oh lama do not ask what is it

Let us go and make our visit

A four pronged hand, a rose, a knife

These she makes to shed her life

Of images stagnant in the world

Here we go, together, unfurled

Whispering angels, messengers of god

Now which is even and which is odd.

Broken tables, broken beds

We’ve lost our minds, lost our heads

Reaction leads to virtual loss

And humility is all the cost.

Can we not broken bear the weight

And learn to love and not to hate

With religious fervour and piety

That keeps us in chains not permitting liberty.

Leaders learn from reticence

Resistance is key to guard your pence

Money is lost when that flows freely

But greedy we are when we are Dealing

With the imagination in man’s mind

The image is lost with what we’ve left behind

Who is it that disturbs the universe

Take him to a brothel or a hearse

But not to kill, until he’s dead

And then on a platter we’ll have the genius’ head.

Half and half cream

It’s a dream gone mad

Up the stream of wishes

Down the ghetto of time

So many showers

Illuminations darkened

White and black

All of history harkened

I don’t dare spoil all the secrets

Some doors are better left closed

Now that I have won the music

I have fallen from grace

Samsara leads to hell

And the self must be bound

To circumnavigate the flood

Of adoring aspirations why do I love

And hate not more than that….

Hold on to it

Hold on to the ball

Don’t even pass it when they call

Don’t let go even if you fall

Don’t let them know if you stall

Grip the passage if you mean it

Can you get far in between it

Can you recall that which you’ve seen it

What a child like when you wean it?

You’ve come so far but have far to go

Be as cold as winter in the snow

Continue your path even if you blow it

There is more than one gift if you bestow it.

But night’s the time to absorbing the blackness

Dense as fog and cool as molasses

Hold on to the calling if you mean it

And that’s the child you know to wean it!

I wanted anonymity

So they tried to take my name

But it was enlightenment I was after

And not just simply fame.

Notoriety was an incident

That happened in the game

But you can’t steal my faith

Though it’s liberty all the same.

I learned to see in the dark

I learned to read some minds

What I stole was just a spark

Of mysterious friendly kinds.

I was just going by my instincts

Of suprapersonal notations

I hadn’t had an inkling

Of how much it affected nations

The tube was all a wreck

And the thought police were alive

They tried to cut my neck

So I learned to live with five.

She brings me out

To a know around this heart

What more to life is there than art

To heal, to feel, to sublimate

To laugh, to cry, to love, to hate

She brings me out

Of my cold shell

Without her warmth

There’s only hell

For now I live, for now I d9ie

For her I’d steal, for her I’d spy

A woman in my life to be

what more is there in liberty

But there’s no freedom truly in this art

With her I’ll await this war to start.

Last Re-Marx

How far can you stretch

The dollar bill. If you hang

It from the window sill

And let it dry in the rain

It may last longer – I can’t

Complain. The strength of sugar cane

Struck against the back – you’ve had

Lour lashings – why do you want

Them back? For posterity

There is no crime in a sister’s compassion

But to live it large, is the fashion

I’ll write a motorbike

I might blow up a train

And then there’s reign, rain, rein

And I shall reign Victor Hugo Boss

With only Magick received, and little loss.

A den of thieves

Surrounds my chambers

Where distortion lies

In the midst of misapprehension

Gods and angels!

I say, do repent

The sins of mind and body

There is no evil but in hatred

And the self

Is too lonely, but to admit

Its defeat, in the commonwealth

Of navigation of the stars

Where children sing

Of majestic rebirths

Of the solitary king and Lord.

Bend but don’t brake

Break but don’t find out

Out but you are always in

In but you always shout

Shout to keep you so alive

Alive to show that you aren’t dead

Dead can dance with masks on head

Head I wish you would within my bed

Bed its time for sleep and philosophy

Philosophy, it’s better taught within the class

Class, it is a struggle to stay strong

Strong we know can never do wrong

Wrong beside her I know not to ask

Ask which question it may be you last

Last to save the world in one soul

Soul to give and reap a Buddha bowl

Bowl for dollars and for sense

Sense he’ll need as he repents.

Masterbation Metaphor

They tried to suck me in

While I was sucking my thumb

Blow jobs by the million

I drank coke and rum

I bade my time in isolation

Spent my life in masterbation

A metaphor of course, that of art

Singing, writing, drawing myself by heart

Painting pictures in the air

Not knowing who could see them

Who would care – dwelling in samsara

Illusions of the Buddha fields

Leading to suffering and egoism

And the bleeding light that spoon feeds

The world to dwell on, suprapersonal

And then I went to Hell, the Bardos

But I was luck , I still held all the cards.

This muscled heart

Is aching in its ice

From when we part

To tomorrow’s dice

That are thrown out

Like pebbles on the beach

Perhaps its true

I overreach

But less is more

And now you know

To bring it down

As falls the snow

I’ll miss you now

Forever and a day

I once was lost

But now I know the way

It’s in between the beating

Of the heart

And perhaps we’ll have

Some more of this art

The times have got

And we fall in

Just bide your time and don’t just spin

A thought is wasted

But it goes around

As if you know

It doesn’t make a sound

But hopes are spared

And made in few

I’m not quite red

I’m not quite blue

But shades of grey

Are what’s in store

We’ll have to pay forever more

Relaxe for now

The world is not yet dead

And there will be time

To make your bread

But forget your longing

Forget your fall

There will be a long winter

For now, that’s all.

The rain is driving me crazy

I’ve been listening to it all night

And I think that I’ve grown lazy

Just trying to try out of sight

This formal repartee

That haunts us left to right

Is beyond all recognition

Of a struggling poet’s light

To make a statue disappear

Painting black on white

Is to show some stubborn will

And to end a rapid flight

But tomorrow is an answer

That is never far away

Sand always with the magick

A warlock I will stay

Goodnight to bed time stories

Goodnight to lover’s play

The moral of the story

Is to never always stay.

Make me know to bail out

Of a leaking ship that true

Make me lie through gritting teeth

Make me warn that you must shoe

Cut my tonsils out with scissors

Share my pain with world war two

Make VietNam an instant hit

On the history that we’ve been through

Get tomorrow no more yesterday

Make my reverie gone with the night

For we are all so up in smoke

That I feel we’re out of sight

Sheath your swords for I surrender

Pocket your guns for we are done

This ain’t no seargent slaughter

But we’ll sure be having fun.

The courtroom in session

My pen-knife in hand

Have you learned your lesson

For all of this land

I give them the entrance

But not all the exit

I’d say now forever

But I wouldn’t want to hex it

I take all of Tibet

Some of India too

But with the imminent threat

You do what you must do

I practise my breathing

I take sword and shield

But with all these illusions

I don’t know if Allah would yield

I cross forty times a day

Fifty at most

The rest of the times I play

I’m not always a ghost

I cross at the river

I’ve been through the Styxx

Now what I wonder

Is are we all hicks.

Too late for remorse

I’ll enjoy my tea leaf

And now what you wonder

Is if I’m just a thief

Well, I’ve stolen from the best

And the worst in the land

I’ve stolen in jail

But wait til you see what I’ve planned

A muscle reunion

With cars that drive fast

And one day I’ll be super

And then I’ll be last.

Children of the Book

Quiet, please, silence in your prayers

Oh foolish hearts, who rush in swarms

Like killer bees who ignite their own flames

In fiery whispers of red, orange, and blue

The abyss will take you in your haunting cries

You in black garb and cars, cloaks

Of Rabbis, teachers, and pupils

Who dare to absorb all light

To dance like angels on the stage of life

Can we not catapult ourselves back

In time and out of this luxury of thought

Where those who teach underground

Hold not resentment, but memory and pride

Which hold them back from further

Spiritual progression, light and tranguility.

Your wars come back to haunt you

For you lack courage in your conviction

Of studies, wherefore the budding trees

Of spring and may, hold not a sway

For the white blackness of winter

Where you shelter yourselves in infinite

Longing and despair. Your jokes

And comedies are no longer funny

Your wit and answers hold no sway

And you shall be punished, like all

The rest, who dare to overreach

With arrogance in their humility –

Praise, bless, curse in these times of tribulation

We move fast in times of tribulation...

Energy of slaves

However, there is more to come

In Poland they had it too

In Palestine and Israel

The war wages on the fastest

Where the mighty and the hellbent

Are the first to curse and be blessed.

My shadow shows the time of day

And we should never more forget

That there is a time to play

A time to rise and set.

And in your prayers that haunt me

I ask you to be king

To fight to be the men

In your ghostly offering.

The Killers

Somebody killed a cat, no

Somebody killed the rain

I think it was the reign of terror

No, that was only Spain

Where they had the mass conversions

And the slaughtering of goats

Someone trained a pilgrim, once

To feed them holy oats.

I know not where I come from

Or how I’m seated here

I only know I’ve died once

And that was not only out of fear.

I praise the host who haunts me

For their immaculate conceptions

But playing we were wrecked once by infinite deceptions.

I used to pitch top houses

Cross fields and down the lanes

Now I pitch to muscles

To the gut from what was once the lane.

I pitch love to the heart

Which I used to think was dead

But now I got it in art

From what was once only the head.

I used to dream in images

Which I thought were only in my mind

Now I know its universal

And I think I’ve fallen behind.

But I’ll speed up rather quickly

From the sixes to the fives

I thank my God, I write here

I give thanks that I’m alive.

Clay Vessel

This fights still wages

For my soul

For whatever is in

This Buddha bowl

Bona fide

Faith supreme

Lovers kill

And people dream

Stuck on thoughts

Of peace and war

The story goes

As it did before

The white shall move

The black shall stay

And in the end

We’re remodelled clay

And if you’re nice

You’re sure to lose

And if you evil

You’ll drown in booze

There’s nothing left to lose.

-- All text, photography, and drawings,

JD Kruger, Owner, GLP4.