Happy New Year Scooby!


Happy New Year Scooby!
Have yourself a snack
Grab yourself a booby
Lay down on your back

Today just lounge around
Kick your hangover
Be happy that you found
The game’s not quite over

Happy New Year Scooby!
Happy New Year Scooby!
Grab yourself a booby
Cause it’s the new year Scooby

Last night you took a dive
Into a boozy reef
You felt oh so alive
Floating like a leaf

You danced, you sang, you drank
You had yourself a time
And finally you sank
So I wrote you this rhyme

Happy New Year Scooby!
Happy New Year Scooby!
Grab yourself a booby
Cause it’s the new year Scooby

Dad — Happy New Year and happy belated birthday from Kerala, India! 🙂

Video performance of the song: http://youtu.be/lDvkWp0WC_E

Truth in the Amazon

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Notes are dancing
Jesters prancing
All alone in a room of twenty
Pitch black ceiling
Stomach reeling
Frightening visions running plenty

Choose submission
To this vision
It suddenly starts to fade away
Replace my fright
With new insight
A changed man will rise from where I lay

Kerala, India

Electric clementine
On my mind
Drink that wine
And you will find
Here and there,
Not a care
Need only to unwind

Kerala, India

Lucid

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I look out
At the sky
I call out
My war cry
I start to see
What’s next to me

Colors
And trails
Echoes
Of tales
They’re dancing free
In unity

Nothing
Compares
No worries
Or cares
All will be
In harmony

Insights
Revelation
Sense of
Elation
I found a key
To unlocking me

Kerala, India

Confessions of a Psychonaut

LSD and DMT
Lucid dreams of flying free
Sleep deprivation, days of meditation
Extended sabbatical, but it’s no vacation
Trying, trying hard to be
Truer to the real me
Days of elation
Nights of frustration
Slowly, slowly improving
At every station

Gokarna, Karnataka, India

Confessions of an Aspiring Artist

I don’t want the fortune
I don’t want the fame
I don’t want the public
To know me by name

I just want enough
To get by and spread love
It isn’t that much
And I don’t ask Above

I’ll push myself harder
Until I succeed
And I’ll plant good intent
With every last seed

Gokarna, Karnataka, India

Confessions of an Improv Poet

Write what you please
But don’t think too hard
I’m down on my knees
Show your best card

Let the ghost of Ganesha
Take over the pen
He’ll make the lyrics fresha
Then do it again

Run up and down
Jump left and right
Go to a new town
You’ll get there tonight

Gokarna, Karnataka, India

Confessions of a Stoner

You give me new insight
You enhance my creative flow
You give me perspective
You make me question what I know

But sometimes you take me
Down a dark, windy road
I don’t like the feeling
When we’re stuck in this mode

Perhaps we’ll take a break
I need some time with myself
Then we’ll meet less often
That will be best for my health

Gokarna, Karnataka, India

Confessions of a Single Man

I see a sparkle in your eye
I laugh as we playfully jab each other
I think this is leading to something beautiful
I want to nourish it but not smother

Do I want sex?  Of course I do
But I really want something more
Does she want the same?  I think she does
But sometimes I’m not quite sure

Uncertainty lingers and pollutes my mind
The worst part is simply not knowing
Should I escalate flirting?  Is this too aggressive?
Which of my feelings are showing?

I seek refuge again in the form of a pen
As I try to unravel my mind
The goal is quite clear, but not how to steer
As two dots connect, two others unwind

“Keep moving forward,” pleas my intuition,
“But not with she who brings doubt.
When you find a connection with equal affection,
You will see what this all was about.”

Gokarna, Karnataka, India