Love Life and Loyalty
Poetry Collection of Justin Collins

When is the last time you felt bliss, not in the arms of a scarlet woman, but in a sweet haze? The mystic flowers of beautiful Mistress Mary Jane... aromatic sensimia in the morning has great power. Some Cancer or AIDS survivors could add very thoughtfully that the kind flower makes life bearable... with each Sunrise brings the light of joy and hope of tomorrow. As beautiful as this is, it has nothing to do with the purpose of my writing these words. My quest is for the realization of my true self...one of love and enlightenment.

The embrace of fellow man, woman, mother, father, sister, and brother, the quest of freedom, true justice, and the liberty just beyond our reach; and the knowledge that the laws of man are but webs in the face of truth and the severance of the wings of freedom. Every nest of the ideas of freedom and justice fell into hopeless corruption. For example, Greece, birthplace of intellect and reason, fell to decay that led to the conquering of Greece by Rome. The entire concept of democracy America was founded on survives their legacy.

Unfortunately America is no different, when money and dominance through fear is the norm, then the souls' that made this country great, through toil or death, have been forgotten. The sacrifice of the Native American way of life would be for nothing if our piece of earth tastes the blood of more innocence. College students killed during a peaceful rally by police with an agenda of violence, suspicion, and hatred. Let us begin a new era of love, life, and loyalty.

Let us focus our own lives...and not on what's growing in the back of my garage.

The Suspicious Individual

A Child's Wisdom

Do you remember the adventurous spirit of childhood, the height of unconditional happiness, dependant on no toy or video game? The spirit of deviousness, not with nefarious implications, but true will, with a tumble in a haystick or possibly a dumpster (possibly for many an inner city youth). Before one knew the harsh shock into reality of a smack to the face. Let me ask you something...

Have you ever built a scarecrow, or snuck out late to steal one gaze into the eyes of a beautiful girl? Or risked a belting by stealing a rose from your grandmother's garden, on the chance it survives the night and the trip to school, to the palms of your vessel of desire?

Then you are one of few in tune enough to know life has moved and joy is beyond a black horizon...but not lost.

Please meditate on what brings you fulfillment and acceptance of the whole.

O Mistress

Mary Jane when do you get to come home? When do the chains that have bound and bruised your sweet flesh dissolve; and the blind fold of lies and suspicion that has robbed you of your glory? O great leaf that inspired so much beauty and freedom; the Shamons gift from the Earth, the rewards tenderness and care with bliss and piece of mind; o great herb that moved Jimi Hendrix to speak from the soul; Bob Marley to sing of love; inspired Thomas Jefferson to love his fellow man.

Let the seed of enlightenment grow from America, to Canada, from the Middle East to India, from wild Europe to Asia. Let fires of oppression to burn themselves out behind closed doors, away from the peaceful minority. Let the children of tomorrow be formed of love, oblivious to the ways of ignorance and hatred.

All Hallows Eve...Justice Through Reason

My ears become alive with the crickets in Autumn dusk, late October. Howl of the angry wind through the trees. The hiss of black cat just out of view, on my strayed path. The thrill of the senses when first hearing of a haunted in their neighborhood. The mesmerizing flicker of a grimacing jack o lantern.

Yes, bad little children Halloween is upon us. This night brings promises of fun and good hearted mischief. Ghosts, goblins, witches and devils fill the minds of so many children, too young to know that crazy Uncle Pancho playing a cruel joke, like creeping up and grabbing you, isn't an evil little creature with red eyes going for the soft part of the neck. Halloween has become a false day of evil, when in truth Christians and western culture has demonized an ancient fire festival of reverence for the dead.

All Hallows Eve, one of four great fire festivals in Pagan Britain, is when all fire is put out and people gathered on mountain top for huge bonfires, a feast for lost loved ones. It was common to dance naked and become intoxicated with sweet wine from the last year's harvest. It was a time of making the most out of life and drawing family close. And also a time of feverish orgies to ensure fertility of the womb and the fields. It is preserved in Ireland as Samhein "Feast of the Sun". One hundred years ago an American traveling the countryside saw as many as 200 bonfires on hill tops, with phantom figures writhing in ecstasy around a blazing beacon in the night, similar to Dia de Los Muertos of Mexico.

This is not the first instance of this practice of converting an occasion, Christmas is a perversion of candle mass, that was celebrating turning from winter to spring. The birth of Christ was historically Feb. 6th. This is also the same as cathedral being built on ancient places of worship, in the process stripping a culture of dignity. The same machine that smashed the druids went on to rape and pillage the Native Americans of the plains, and the Aztecs, and the dehumanization of Africans. Let nature be our religion and family your mission.