These Days

ebony and emerald
black goo and kryptonite
father of the saracen
mother of the jacobite

we wear the one we hate
and host the one we love
unless our heart is empty
neither asp nor dove

light and dark 
they are the same
how they taste
depends on the name

lock...

and key...and mystery

get your bearings
and be free

snowflakes and flowers
birds and bees
bacterium and viruses

looking for a forest among the trees

one at head is fortune
put to tail he's doom
he stands at the door to your heart
i suggest you give babe room

pair up to your true twin
and be born again a third
the four winds cannot touch you there
grace at five's the word

trample on your garment
not your flesh but naphesh
six is the sum of adam
the part you must relinguish

we're on a quest
best wear a vest
what shall befall
is anyone's guess
but lucky seven
grants you rest

eight for new beginning
by the skin of the lord of the dance
die in the arms of parvati
the very best romance

spheres and cubes and crosses

lives that spin
deaths that stop
reversal resurrections

tantric procreation acts
saddhu red erections

prakrti and purusha
varuna between the sheets
we each been shaped uniquely
for all the meet-and-greets

nine is for the tracts of land
ten to eleven beckons heaven
and twelve is for the spoil

better hope the seed
that's sown within
will not defile your soil

radiate and co-create
nations for a king

don't let media turn these days
into a trivial thing