i remember your voice
it spoke to me before
her aged lips and salty hips
had sunken in the ground
like lemon trees
they will bring you joy
and sorrow, each in turn

how it rings
for your soul
how the well drinks
from these ferns
into diamonds
forests burn
your eyes are smiling
your nose is hiding
your tears are shining
your fruits are growing
i am throwing all this music at your feet
you bend down to greet the night
as she crawls in heat
her aching heart wanders
into precocious streets
the provocation of the situation
is immanently sweet
you sing the song for nothing
and dance for each one that you meet

we came face to face
and now these stains can never be erased
our flavor remains
throughout the day
you taste
my essence
its present in your mind
it survives the decline
of dopamine
as the day unwinds you are surprised
to find my soul
completely whole
and intact
there is nothing that we lack
all bliss
exists within this kiss
of divine fever
i secretly weave laughter into your destiny
like serpents intertwined
the existence of body and mind
are inseparable
psyche and eros
villains and heroes
persist to confuse our sight
yet we are not frightened by their delight
in perpetrating crimes
our time is short
so long
i’ll see you in the dawn
the storm comes
and forms clouds in our souls
darkness demands a kiss
before the first light
i am my own undoing
pursuing compassion
leaves you confused
and used by your beatitudes
i am perfumed in the dawn’s fragrance
its emancipation
happiness and love
home is happiness
embodied
sweet leaves
of music and fruits
grew for our ancestors
upon the ground of civilization's first steps
we digressed
and lost our way among the trees
and became threes and fours
yet the hours got longer and our souls got shorter
now we must work and sweat
and bend from the hip
as our lips no longer meet when we greet each other
i feel complete
seeking nothing
i am simple as the wheat
you grew upon my heart
a broken covenant
Saturday's paper cannot cover our shadows
so we wait for Sunday
to outsmart the arguments we neglect
i suspect you are the better person
in fact i am certain of this
i would even bet that you could withstand
the hand you’ve been dealt for eternity
with certainty i expect nothing
and hesitate towards becoming my own enemy
friends and family support our ego’s stance
keep us locked in our dance
i am moving beyond targets
like flowers i cannot be captured
this uncertainty is wild like the grasses
outside of mind
and space is freedom
unlimited weaving seething
looms of gold and silver
commonly forgotten by the merchants
who can never dance
i will not settle down
or let myself be captured
and shattered by the hands of violent ambassadors
who left the peace corps to join the wolves
packs of pirates roam the oceans
with unchecked violence
they plunder their own fathers
sisters, brothers
daughters, orphans
more often than not

Condoms condemn ordinary men
To a lifetime of nothing special
*** becomes a substitute for salvation
And we enter into a new fascination
With our Self-ishness
Explications are seldom necessary
Especially if they are solely hereditary

you are the fruit of the sky
you bring me to bliss
i am a wanderer on your fertile plains
soak me in your sunlight
bathe me in your splendor
i surrender everything

the butter thief plays his flute in my heart
i sing his praises
all sound comes from silence
in the divide between mind and space
all our desires shake and tremble

blinded by love
goddess knows the hours of absence
are the tenderest among men and women
hours and days pass in the swiftest fashion
how about we lay beside the river and watch time drift away
the spray of the waves catches fire
i am consumed in sparkling destruction

devious and deceitful
longing for your flesh
this lust is luminous as the dawns
cows trickle out from the heavens
like thunder i am swept away by your words
selves are silent
swords are blinding
gardens of perfumed flowers
jasmine and patchouli
crash like the ****** of cattle

move out from your caves
gallop away into the dark night of borrowed vision
move away from your homes
and dance circles in the forest
i am breathing
i am seeing
i am sweetly drowning
in soma

the best poems are
writtten in the dark of night
      by two souls turned one

I think we all have needs
That we have a hard time asking to be met
We are all afraid to grieve
And it shows a little bit more each day (we forget)
I asked the doctor what was wrong with me
He replied, you have a hereditary case
Of being predisposed to poetry

You don’t need a compass or a compassionate adviser
All you need is money and a thermometer, and if you’re clever
You can know the secret to the heat within your soul
Compulsory clothing requires its own unearthly punishment
This body keeps its temperature much colder than she'd like it to

impermanence casts its shadow
i am sworn to complete
this impossible mission
a competition between
infinite beings
sitting in a room
sending visions from a distance
the listeners agree
we are free to try anything
as long as it doesnʼt alter
free will or destiny
if you let me show you
iʼll give you a taste of your own medicine
selected from feathers and falling leaves
breath agrees with bone
and form is hollow
mnemonic agents whisper agendas into fields of green
lavender beings sweep the streets and perform feats of beauty rarely seen
a true queen the kind of being
you could never miss or look away from
her mysterious face keeps your eyes locked on her features
steals your vision and your attention
systematically
fractally
actually we are welcoming it
ignore our spelling
its incomplete
meaningless really
useless against their weapons
of mass distraction
still the attraction is tangible
and i am an animal
so saddle me
and i'll try to become
a useful member
of the family

So i bid thee farewell and claim my own company
We are seeking solace in the silence
And finding consolation in the dawn
We’ve worn down our shoes and our stereos
And poured over these scenarios for way too long
Our stamp collections have lost their meaning
And our feelings are equally outnumbered
We are unencumbered by daydreams
Of delicatessens and dentist appointments
And we are tired of waiting for our bodies to fit in to them

Alarming to the heart
We are partaking
In this participatory struggle
To find our soul
In the rubble of an earth
That’s been pummeled
By poisons
And corporate cannibalism
There i said it
Love is the wisdom we need
To seed the future
And plant a garden
For you and me
To breathe

selflessly selfish selfies or selfishly selfless selfies or sally selling salty-fishy shell-fish shellies shellfishly by the seashore?

My words never come out exactly how i intend them
It's like i’m speaking simultaneously in another dimension
I can’t convey the feelings that are circulating
The sounds and images remain in constant fluctuation
I would love to recreate or make art out of vinegar and sangria
To turn these sounds into spiraling images and metaphors
More splendid than the Basílica de la Sagrada Família
But instead my words become islands of the Galapagos
With nothing tangible to bridge the empty spaces with

dance in the morning
all warnings are slipping away
the rain is a hundred tears
the moon is our hourglass

streaks of color
in sunset's persimmon sky
i am soaked in honey
your feet are my pillow
in love’s shelter
the storm of life passes

baskets of fruit overflowing
the rhythm is distant
our echos are persistent
infinite dreams of bison are flowing

how did we get here
sweat out this fragrance
drift from soul to page
like a butterfly in mating season

Oh sage
of delicate fingers
the ethers are binding
are you direct
or are you blinding

make space for innocence
the way a glove separates the fingers
forget the medicine
that is not growing in your garden

stroke my arm and kiss my soul
four fingers strumming
and only the thumb
knows the downbeat

select from the masses
a basket of fruit
if the flowers
are staring directly at you
they shall respect your masquerade

still they invite you
to jump out of your ego
and give up this charade
dress yourself yet again
in your whitest wedding gown

its time to undo
the ritual
that cast you
from your shadow

What if we were a pair of old barn owls
Born to bloom posthumously
In this post-mortem moonlight
These are our fumigated farmhouses
And landscapes among the stars
Where celebrities with hardened hearts
And star-beings who only come alive at night 
Are trying to write sermons in the dark
While we sit here with ceremonies in our hearts
Wondering why confused human beings
Always try to deify the colors of the rainbow

Defenses broken, my heart is beating fast
Cast off these shackles and let’s die with dignity
Situations suggest necromancy and magic
I call your bluff and you fade into a panic
Saddled with guilt you ride to the edge of a forest
A leaf falls softly and you hear it's message calling you
Breathe and all will follow
Your time will surely come
For it's written on the arrow
Cartilage tears and our joints are weakened
Bones are ground to dust before she awakens
Hatred is heresy so you juggle our legacy
We undress ourselves by the stream
And drink our fill of clean water
Along the road we become like monsters
Sons to our mothers and daughters to our fathers
Let’s pretend we are not lost
And follow the sun all the way through the desert
We are the actors and we are the audience
Birds sing all of our choruses
We need have no fear as we are safe here
There is a shadow above us
The clouds protect us and give us shelter
We are held in the embrace of love
Grief is strong along the roads of the nomads
We danced and fought to the best of our ability
But we are now older and more tired than before
We must make way for our children
To lead us towards the faithful fire of tomorrow
I conspire to write visions of virtuous rainbows
And take these prisoners home to their gardens and lovers

amorous and introspective
when we eventually pull the knots
broken and drunken
drive-throughs and bowling alleys
round as the sky and concave like the ocean
shields of steel and furnaces blazing
i gripped the toilet bowl
the day of learning has departed
in selective algorithms
it ruins all i know

show me signs of mystic love
in your eyes i become
the sun
follow the moon
against the chill of night
into eyes alight with fire i will run
the hunger of the pine
stands against the edge of time
i am alive again
standing upon the sand
making love to the one
the animals
stand tall
sand mandalas all around
to catch our fall
we forage in the forest  
for the welfare of all
is the gardenʼs goodness
should we all just listen
and become the silent witness
remembering our promise
to voluntarily leave the forest
better than we found her
surround her in your beauty
like schoolgirlʼs in the country-side
you are all I'm looking for
stored in tomorrowʼs mystic affair
your long legs are for running
i am jumping
into springs
and creeks
water on your cheeks
caress the river as she speaks
remember you are free
to drown and resurrect
against the tides of men
sediments again
resound
forage for the sound
forever underground
a loud mighty warrior
a proud and lovely daughter
sort of inconspicuous
more likely to be ridiculous
i am always wanting more
of your forms and your words
a sword of blinding beauty
could you belong to yourʼs truly
longing to hear your echo
some nights are a challenge
if iʼm meant to let go
i will release this inhibition and make a swift decision
persistence and surrender
lighter than a feather
as heavy as a dragon
i am steady like a stallion
upon rising i am falling
deeper into love

she moves on the canvas like a snow leopard on ice
she dances her supine spine in feline pandiculations
yawning and purring she is proud of her lithe and languid form
the language of chaos and information
no casualties waiting here, just movement and inclusion
if you are truthful please steep yourself in her waters
let it all be washed away and renewed again
as minutes pass i feel fragrant offerings cast before the sun
dawn is here again and i am still young
a choice to make or break every day, again and again

Prismatic angles
Strangulate our language
We are all fragile bubbles
Being blown through plastic circles
Straws scattered in the water
Sort out your problems
And follow your vision
We are all brothers and sisters
Drowning in this fish-tank (of wisdom) together
We are shaking our shoulders
To the sounds of roller coasters
Boiling potatoes in the heat of our basements
Considering the upcoming refrigerations
We are already doing quite amazing

full moon hijacking
thank you for taking me from my ego
letting me breathe in your fragrance
you are the goddess
saving me from myself
rest is health
love is wealth
am i swimming
or drowning in your beauty
please shoot me
and let me drift freely
upon the bow of your ship
i sip tea and lick
the sweet sweat from your brow
i am hungry in the garden of the earth
the storms have come and gone
and they've dragged away the prisoners
that never brought us any harm
shakti saved me
and held me
as I worshiped the offering
of fruit and spice
a present so intoxicating
that its only given thrice

as opposed to hypophilia (infrequent ****** arousal) or hippophilia (an affinity for horses...

sweet girls and sweet water
serenity sweeps through the streets like lightning
keeping us clean and cleansing us of untold sufferings
i am speaking, forever weeping, healing hunger
as a lonely child wonders what to do about breakfast
so slow down and ground
the sound of love is an anchor
a river and a boat across the ocean
i miss you and forgive the way you mistook motion for movement
houses are hunted and haunted by honey badgers
who are only after laughter and solemn goodbyes that last forever
are we forever or just a moment
weapons launched, atlantis lost
so how about a luncheon at the country club
our darkness partakes of our light
like life partakes of sorrow
asleep or awake we dream about reality
yet never feel its threads as they tug our limbs out of bed into the streets
asteroids hit pieces of land where we have not understood our purpose
burning holes in rock and mounds of grief so deep they collapse upon themselves recursively
sell me that old shirt for cheap
sweep clean the rags and corridors
threads torn sew me the worn out attitudes you left behind ages ago
in old streets paved with firecrackers and toad stools
show me the moon
i wish to see it through your eyes
and drink in the nectar that soothes the heart’s worry
anxiety is a target
stark against the blackness
bleak as an owl in the daylight
infinite wisdom resides in smiling
songs seem silly in the light of yesterdays tragedies
yet still we sing to quell the fear and misery of
nothingness and embarrassment
the lack of syntax is discouraging
yet i feel ill equipped to handle the inevitable decline
that may occur from judging it

A fusion of ****** projections
And hungry housewives
Who will eat you alive forever
Settle down and face your senses
She's nearly twenty
Years younger than you are
How have you even made it this far
I wonder if we are a little too old for this now
Far away the vultures wait
And sit facing west
Into the sunset
We address our own wounds
Let's taste her again and then spit her out
We are in the lion keeper's mouth
There are a million ways to drown
And yet none of them ever lasts
More than thirty seconds
We are approaching our wedding
And endings are only starting to become you
So many hungry mouths to feed
So many bodies are malnourished
Will we ever sleep again
And why do these elections seem untrustworthy

she weeps
in vats of hot water
boiling her grief
liberates her need
until she speaks
in streams of color
iridescently
obscene

the wind and mind flavored
by extraterrestrial wanderings
i crave the six tastes
especially salty, sour and sweet
as a water buffalo ambles down the street
catharsis in somnambulant heat
sweat and catheters dripping at our feet
the precipitous welcoming party
where chaos and compassion meet
in the etheric theater and compare notes
about a performance some dare to call real life
upon ubiquitous streets
covered in grief, street food and ***** soil
that might someday be the only things left for us to eat

Words have a way of speaking to you
As if you could create meaning from objects
That fall like feathers from the tops of buildings
Could we collect the silence and place it in our bodies
Subjective fingers are bringing you eager categories
And seekers of feeling harbor no jealousy
We are those treetops in need of new itineraries
When our airline tickets fit together quite nicely
Could you believe the world is made from mind
While the majority of beings remain hungry
For the shining light which binds us to our spines
Without rhyme we’d all be lost
And rhythm is the cost of our consciousness
But first we must fatten our ducks and turkeys
And take the dog for a good long walk
We saw more than we could ever hope to talk about
And I hear the sound of ambulances and police sirens
Chasing angels through these forests
We seem to always forget who we are
And every time we talk too much about anything  
The world becomes just a little bit more lonely

I suspect you already know this
but i’ll mention it anyway
I still long for you every day
I sneak into your dreams and speak poetry
like a winged owl, i fly
beyond reason and touch the sky of longing
gone are our shadows
lost are our fears
all that remains are tears
and magic
which are here only for a second
until they too must disappear

A digital age of destructive defiance
Categorized by idle compliance
Reliant on a new virtual technical ideology
Approaching a singularity of apathy and commerce
Towards a rapid extinction of personal privacy

The hunger awoke
And i took you to my room
And the rest was ancient history
Or perhaps religion
We are sacred lovers
Undone by our own parental figures
Elbows are transparent
For whenever we are divergent
Our old hereditary clothing
Has more than likely been outgrown

i had forgotten how you had won the battle
against the invading nations
and removed the fallen leaves from the cotton trellis
while i was still spun out and starving
determined to go where the army couldn’t find me
your muse is bruised by the fallen dervishes
her soldier's attire is whiter than the Sun
what are we waiting for
our youth are fading as fast as stone
so please turn around
and let's pound the pavement for a minute
see the women who haven’t got a single dollar
their sorry eyes are calm and tired
while forever feelings are being hired
like fortitude and courage
dressed in black sombre slacks
all the ways we lack music
and movement
we become filled with morose apathy
as urgent gifts of presence
are returned before they are opened
your left winged democrats
are practice targets for wall street
all the warning signs are slipping away
we dance in the morning these days
the rain is a hundred tears
the moon is our hourglass
streaks of color
in sunset's persimmon sky

so much for punctuation
i don’t really give a **** at all
but if it helps you to better
understand the situation
then i’ll share with you my all
the melody in your heart
breaks down all the walls
and opens up the mouths of mountains
like cascading waterfalls

We are truly desperate
For a tiny taste of your grace
Your ecstasy is space
Graduated degrees of separation
Is what awaits any being
Who has ever truly tasted you
Face to face we trace
Figments of the coastline in our mind
Your hunger is as blind as the daylight
On your skin I begin to examine my own face
It's the faintest light I’ve ever seen
But it's enough for me
To remain permanently hungry for your lips
So I persist in getting back at you bit by bit
You attack me with your tongue
And then suddenly I'm young again
We ripped the sheets on contact
If every poem is a crossword puzzle
Then all we really need to know
Is on which page the answer-sheet is hidden

sorghum and rice
our estranged virtues
somnambulant in their servitude
colors dance on painted wood
like housewives on their furniture
i smell flowers
gardenias and cloves
so why do we have so many noses
when there are plenty of roses
in our souls and in our shadows
what predicaments
do we find ourselves a part of
its the start of a new day
of a new life
all is alive
coffee is on the stove
and someone is watering their plants
i am glad to be here
drinking lemon water at the window
guitars to my right and left
and books on the floor
show me your blood
i’ll show you my hands
feel them on top of you
so much energy
and so many strangers
our fingers separated from our arms
charming and compassionate
the alligator is a man of action
and he sees right through your *******
so sit down blonde girl
and have a beer
sit over here where its warm and clear
there is a fan above you
and a dog under the table
and you can pet him if you’re able to

The first thing i would do,
If i was ever in your shoes,
Is I’d walk backwards, through this room
I’d walk barefoot, through these woods
And then I’d buy you,
A brand new pair of shoes.

what a beautiful rainbow
all these colors
burning my eyes
turning me into a shadow
smooth like stone
your face is a rock formation
strong as time
for innumerable hours
the waves have polished your face
what a way to breathe deeply
sigh and let out you heart’s suffering
i am crumbling like a tree
bowing on my knees
don’t look at me
turn away you say
forget the images of yesterday
easy for you to say
while those memories
are still etched in my brain
i must find my own solace
in a cup of coffee and a bagel
what a lonely feeling
having no one left to talk to
why are we but figures in a poem
wrapped up in a blanket
sandwiched between
a stuffed dinosaur and a television
walruses deny our company
friend requests are meaningless
we give ourselves value
and take pride in our unruliness
unkempt hair and floppy shoes
the bottomless eyes of the moon
poems abuse our energy
strategies take you by surprise
i am defiant like an ice skater
and stumble like a stewardess
sitting on my meditation cushion
i remember the essence of my breath
drink in this silence
and you will eventually outgrow death
inspect your thoughts
and meticulously comb your actions
in this life there is only static
magic is neutral, active, or passive
dragons breakdance on hourglasses
nowadays fences are tall and meanings are short
are essence is pure but our thoughts are defiled
hot women and frozen dinners
look for secrets beyond the shores
of yesterday's defenses
gifted children dream of freedom
sweep our floors and then are gone by morning
do we ever sit still and wonder
where these meager moments of truth
have wandered off to

this insurgency
breathes
as you plead
please let me linger a little longer
at your fingertips I fell
and tasted the deer's head
eyes of the serpent’s brides
this congregation is full of liars
and truth-sayers
seekers all aside
i hide between drishtis
as yogas collide
I am clean and undivided
subsided topsoil
collapses
until tilled it thrives
i glide
upon four legged spiders
dine upon succulents and hang gliders
as the cream rises to the top
we become like butter
ghee is the mother of all beings
is harmony in soluble fats
or in burning ghats on the ganges
fat solids cooked in vats
on home burners
i sold the answers to the texts
as the scriptures were stolen by hungry thieves
in need of a tryant’s democracy
a solvent alternative to capitalist precocity
i seek thee
in fibrous stalks of kale
as spines recline
so do our waking minds
and we become blinded
to the ingredients of divergence
you allow for the butter to melt
and spread over mind toast
i boast about our love
and yet it swallows me whole
i am a shallow vessel
fill me and i overflow too easily
greatness is deep and heavy
and the west is getting ready
for its birthday
a celebration of identity
still neglecting the face
of multidimensionality
we continue to harbor
expatriates of the soul

thirteen arrows are in the quill
breath is the bow that aims at the sun
unleash the mind from its attachments
as you tighten your grip upon this reality
knowing for certain in your heart
that it will eventually all slip away
as water inevitably pours forth
from between clasped hands
nevertheless you pull the thread of the sound current
until it’s absolute tension reveals its readiness
to play the song of the silent passing of time
the arrow’s path is already written in the sky

trying to grow the largest stash of wealth
is among the most worthless of endeavors
since you can never consume the fallen fruits
of those foolish and idealistic monetary pursuits
your belly will become full of desire, hunger and anger
therefore it is significantly better and wiser
to plant a single flower and fill your heart
with the buddha generating fragrance of its colorful nectar
blossoming in the essence of it's longing to be inspired

a richer soul you cannot be
but to be poor in heart
is to be broken in-deed
a drop of rain in the ocean
is filled with everything she needs
but when she falls from the sky
it is heaven’s bleeding mystery
that traveling away from our safety
ensures that we become surrendered
to the wisdom in the seeds
being blown across the desert
and planted in the darkness of the soil
it is through trusting in their feelings
and distinguishing desires from needs
that they once again become for all
the living breathing blessings
which is mother nature's timeless security
the eternal and unchanging memory
that was once alive and blooming in the trees
transforms this hard-earned abundance of diversity
into the sacred inheritance of all living beings

There can be no end
To writing essays
And correspondences
Despite categorical imperatives
To create a viable alternative
To the inexorable premises
When contemporary narratives
Are chronologically irrelevant
When erudition is neglected
And ambitions are deflected
Masterful articulations
Of our feelings and emotions
Are often generally neglected
And somehow the most
Outrageously bad behaviors
Are ubiquitously imitated