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

Artisan’s arrest
Complex pleasure chests
Treasure sets
Dense as lead
We sink to the sound of silence
Back arched mouth open
Ready for love
She jumps out the window
He follows her down the stairs
Too late she got there first
He was waiting in the bushes
All her love was coerced
He undressed and took off his shirt
So she started punching him
Right where it already hurt

the Umbrian stairs with a Tuscan flair
street walkers are there
again on the sidewalk
the moon flickers upon their jewelry
by the water they dance
and take their time laughing
while a thief waits in hiding
for morning to come
he stole the moon’s necklace
and hopes to sell it
in the heat of afternoon
to a capitalist who gives
sermons on the water
while your daughters lay around all day
thinking about how
they have nothing left to live for

in a lunar fortnight
the rites are immanent
in the cosmos descent is inevitable
the drunken rites
absolve our ecstasy
make whole again the leftovers
stop what you are doing
and wake up from this dream
a beautiful prison is all i see
respect kindness and let it flower
for a certain portion of an hour
this is theft
the way we neglect our music
is simply tragic
relax to the point of expansion
i sense your new friends
the real ones are the ones
who stick around for the end
blessed are they who don’t play pretend
so forgive yourself
at each morning’s bend
with moisture and hunger to spare
you are as supple as bamboo
and throughout space and time we bear
this cold that does not signify the end

I'm too hot for you
Said the desert to the sea
I'm too dry for you
Said the salt to the bee
I’ll always be moist for you
Said my love to me

incestuous blankets
cover thy body
somebody is here
when you are long forgotten
brand-name sovereignty
shoddy craftsmanship
candy covered copies
of loose apostrophes
dangling from false pretenses
the portable economy
is a grifter's game
of refrain and manageability
i am magnanimous like a spark
captured in dark rooms
and in your binary libraries
like tiny memories
always fading on an ark

Are you in need of anything peculiar?

perfect specimens
we are just testaments
to our own salvation
hesitant and resistant
to the elements
the firmament is watered down
stolen specimens
caress the elephants
cantankerous and dangerous
you know that we are
farther along than the beginning
but not quite at the end
feathers willing
i am spinning
in your love

We wallow in our muddy shadows
Complacent lawyers and bureaucratic arrows
While all this fallow land lies barren
And your streams have been polluted
Your womb is no longer safe
To provide shelter from the storm
I come home to a tornado in my bedroom
You are the pension I never earned
Yours is the attention I yearn for the most
Now I must first learn how to grieve
In order to ever truly breathe again

breathtaking radiance in heat
love is a blank canvas
torn into one hundred pieces
purpose is our oldest prankster
playing tricks upon all our seeds
destination always wanders
so we spread our wings
out towards the east
breakfast is a tale of talons
claws and arrows
that never truly ceases  
to subdue the inner beast

It's on our DNA encoded,
That we are, forever,
Beholden unto love.
For whenever we are falling
Its only love's grip that lifts us up.

Lots of words and maps are made from woven images
framed with our bones and tied with tendons as their ribbons

You are ecstasy banished from the self
Vanished from the world
And brandished as a sword
By children and poets who can't seem to help themselves

Maybe saline really is the solution to all our woes
The alkaline salinity in my nose
Helps me breathe and the blood reaches my toes
Salty and sweet the sun kisses your cheeks

Sometimes it feels like we are going somewhere
And sometimes I know that we're not

Sometimes it feels like we're heading somewhere
But most of the time i know that we're not

I Imagine Conversations Between Rimbaud and God...

Who are the cruel ones
And what have they done
Whatever will overtake you
In the end, Can only be called Love

Words are a kind of tirade against the darkness
Bless the day when there is nothing left to say

*it boils my bones and brings me to my knees
the throes of ecstasy shake me to the very core of my being
is this an allegory
or a bucket of sand exchanged for a sad story
or is it concrete
ready to become cemented against your skin
how fragile feelings are to begin with
its insidious really
how insipidly we deflect our shadow
get moving you finally screamed
but i could only laugh at your commands
for they held no more power
and all our fleeting moments fluttered like a rainstorm
love is never tired of giving its best

sweat for yesterday given upon the wind
our breathing grew labored and our souls did begin
to offer up their strength and make us capable
of feats of bravery so very savory
we pounded and pulsed and drove ourselves crazy
until one day you asked me if i was ready

Underneath the woven tapestry of life
Concrete visions are the norm
Permanent storms are raging war
Upon each other’s dorm-rooms
Red faced and wasted i saw you naked
And fell in love with your ancient body

In organic
Organisms
Aka bony
Vertebrates
Inter-*****
Interactions
Including
Osteocalcin
A­nd not
Adrenaline
Is ostensibly
Responsible
For fight
Or flight
Reactions

You’ve tormented my taste-buds for way too long
And i am stronger now than ever
Like unhatched eggs born without nests to catch them
Or online influencers who resent their followers
We are artifacts of impregnation
Being imprisoned in our heads for so many hours a day
Creates stagnation and mental *******
We face the estrangement of our bodies
In mental institutions the solutions are still waiting
To be discovered in the ovens of our saviors
Do we bake bread or attest to our failures
Salivating women make me envision
That discipline and discernment are not easily corrupted
I am equipped with innumerable capabilities
Swift and full of inhibitions we are suddenly tripping
Walking on balance beams down halls of stereophonic wisdom

I am a mountain.
Who would dare,
Try to move me?

i am fortunate enough to choose my own melodies
as sadness drifts like a river through the night’s journey onward
forget your identity and merge with the trees along the shoreline
who is the gatekeeper anyway
she is the one who decides what is appropriate
i wish to meet her face and see her eyes
for what a challenging occupation it must be
this infinite being presides over our frustrated creativity
i see women dreaming like symphonies
making serendipitous discoveries
individual recoveries from addiction to imprisonment
symbols surround our mountains
and draw us down from the ethers
into present day realities
i choose to face the fire of the architect
as stardust collects on your shelves and altars
you may stall as long as you wish
for procrastination can never touch this
who found infinity first
to brag about it would be laughable
i question our obsession with thoughts
why we validate some and consider others repulsive
can there be value in individual ideas
or only in vast conglomerations
perhaps we are bound to an infinite chain of misnomers
if all skandas are fundamentally empty
including form, feelings, perceptions, formations and consciousness
then earth, water, fire, air, and ether
are all manifesting maya equally
this life may indeed be a satire or a tragedy
with a sprinkle of ire or perhaps a little irony

i have nothing to say

I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY

so say Nothing

nothing

there, i said it

ha

i feel better

wild monkeys in the jungle
two human beings
with very different lifestyles
a turn of the century romance
a conspiracy
and a plot to uncover
the disappearance
of scientific evidence
a lobotomized dentist
and a sidekick apprentice
set to music
a willful farce
a satire about love, faith and freedom
swans mating in paradise
ducks on the edge of ecstatic waters
and of course, a bunch
of couch-surfing penguins

in suspenseful darkness the alabaster moon
croons its romantic breath over all these violated vineyards
angels taste the dryness of the grapes
and laugh at the waste of another year’s wine
move out of the way of human frailty
or share your space with our immortal stakes
true freedom is a slavery more terrible than anything mankind has yet to face

The black hole was discovered
And we uncovered our faith
Today we unraveled the whole escapade
The world has finally decided
That the galaxy was made from nothing
But the universe (herself) wouldn't smile
For she was afraid of taking up too much space
So she dressed as something that she's not
And thought that she ought to consider
Hiding for awhile, at least in plain sight of day
In hopes that we'd forget her nakedness
For like every other Goddess in existence
She only wished her name to be kept safe

Paternal eternalism
Alarmingly determined
To destroy all degrees
Of destiny
Hegemonic neoteny
Neolithic apathy
Stone-age artifacts
Forgetful architects
Archetypal artistry
More pretentious
Than your law degree
We are equal
Or we are free
Treat me like
I mean something
Treat me like
You disbelieve
That all your ancestors
Defended evidence
To the contrary

i invite the autocracy of super-natural love to gather fierce strength
and dare you to stare at the apocalyptic face
and wipe the smirk off its mouth, as faith will erase
all shadows of doubt that are foolish enough to stand in our way

sharpen your pencils
put pen to paper
move your elbows
and let your fingers waver
savor each moment
every single breath
nothing is meaningless
and there is nothing to forget
or to forgive at all
its all right inside you
the sounds and the sights
your sensations want to guide you
if you let them they will find you
i love talking with you
you are so easy to be around
the way you move and laugh
fills me with gratitude for being human
saving this planet happens
one sensitive soul at a time
liquid light is melting
beyond the peripheries of sight
your feet fall upon the pavement
like thunder on my soul
the drums are being pounded
by hands that have lost control
instigate this kiss and i will show you bliss
i blush like the roses and flush away my poses
responsibility waits for the world to hesitate
then it jumps right in and blames everyone for their mistakes
put it down for awhile
and embrace your inner child
show them the playful side of you
underbrush grows and covers up your nose
serotonin and dopamine fill your brain
i am blown away by your arrows and your feathers
your heart against my flesh
impresses every breath
with nectar sweeter than a rose
i sweat and swear at god
curse the clothes we are forced to wear
remove your dress and bless me with your nakedness
select this pair of underwear from your finest stash
i am a child innocent and scared
longing for those memories of safety
please darling enter me and enchant me with your melodies
select from all those options
a shape with graceful stature
starlight covers the canopies of our soul
broken in the dream-space
i chased my fate through staircases and parking lots
her daughters were left alone
very far away from home
and a man came to take them back
he looked at them and wondered
from where they had wandered
and asked them to reveal the secrets that they knew
the girls just laughed and giggled shyly as young girls are prone to do
but in secret one of them
was quite taken with his charming manners
so she allowed him a tiny space in the vacancy of her heart
and he lived there quite happily
until the day that he forgot
who he was and where he had found her
through winter and summer he did flounder
up snowy hills and on the banks of a sunny river
shivering in the cold and sleeping in the dark
outside he grew his watermelons and raised chickens in a coop....
so much for punctuation i don’t give a **** at all
but if it helps you better understand the situation
then i’ll share my all
the melody in your heart
breaks down all the walls
and opens up the mouths of mountains
like cascading waterfalls

Resist seeing everything as deformed
Dilapidated, ***** and destroyed
Those feelings will deplete you
When you see dirt, smile
Where you see disorder, laugh
Chaos is capable of restoring your sanity
Order is denial about the way
The earth was made to function
We are the infrastructure of the apocalypse
And whoever dares to laugh the loudest
At all this apparent darkness
Might even win a prize someday for smiling

Unknown dreams
Inside our eyes
Take time to shine
Images concretize
And i realize
That this rhythm
Is silently embodied
Wholly for itself

you were born of love and beauty
born of September's duty
born in windy nights upon an old bed frame
our bodies knotted and tied together
like fragile fingers entangled in a sweater
sell me you nonsense and i’ll buy it at cost
for making a profit is an art that's never truly lost
you hunt like Mozart and fight like Beyonce´
kiss like a butterfly and punch like Muhammad
for all your love is evidence
that our dentists are really first cousins
convinced that they should get married
modest appointments turn themselves into mansions
resume our concussions as the cavities are filled
silly to turn away paying costumers today
pop culture is empty like hollow dumplings
it mainly stands up for Humpty Dumpties
it makes way for haste and often neglects taste
but still respects the commonplace
dancers who seek lavender and shelter
shirts cover our skin as we drift within
you give me a taste of that honey
as peaches lift my spirit give me cheer and joy
we keep getting nearer to the juiciest core
stone fruits are falling
coming down with such a noise
the magic of the clatter is in its tiny voice

Utilizing garbage disposals
Can be a form of therapy too
They help me to get rid of
Whatever feelings I have left for you

Utilizing garbage disposals can be a type of therapy too,
They help me to get rid of whatever feelings i have left for you.

Let's make love for seven hours
While we dry our towels in the sun
Stop speaking wisdom
And ruin yourself in this love
Come touch the ground of nakedness
We are blessed to speak of the Sun
She runs into your arms like a tiger
She is herself and that is her charm
I am alarmed and waiting
She is ready for my love
Grief is a battle
And we are never done
Realizing our infinity
So speak not of this embrace
We are not something you can follow
And we are not something to be chased
We are all drunken images
Rotating like a record player
The amount of wisdom you embody
Is directly proportionate to your pain

In libraries of desire and shadow
I show you my true face
Can we ever escape these paintings
And portraits of our pain
We are occupied tonight
With inflations of divine importance
Hundreds of soldiers
Dream of sleeping in the park
Making their beds on pallets of lost art
While former lovers harvest our scars
And make silent movies in the dark

I am tired of drying my tears on your shoulder
Tonight let's make light of these tethers
Fingers folded and feathers open
We are mending our souls by the fire
Whole pieces of my heart have been taken
While the stars were tumbling down from the sky
We are allegedly guilty of all of these innocent lies
What’s the point in singing if you are only gonna run
What’s the point in digging our love up from the ground
Could we make complete sentences
Out of a few ordinary words
And perhaps with a little punctuation
We can finally take our places in the world
Where shades of watercolors on colored paper
Are shaking up our pain as well
Magic is making a comeback
While we take into account these petty faults
Are we trying to be artistic
Or are we just trying to impress our self
Breathing in and out I found those boundless heights
And wealth is knowing the depths of our imagination
And regularly receiving a healthy dose of sound advice

handmade artifacts, please choose one
art or facts kid whichever you desire
just kidding i have no agenda
just some sandpaper and some free time
i can shine your shoes or polish your stones
give a nice luster to those old fashioned bones
remove your clothes and I’ll start to work
here and now is our time
so there’s really no need to be shy
i am a member of an ancient guild
of warriors and saints who liked to paint
and write poetry between battles and strikes
love wanted to outlast those charms
but everything fades as quick as it appears
and everything here is not really here
i am instrumental and sentimental
yet god is infinitely more clever
her eyes are the stars and his heart is a vessel
music is movement on a salty sea
lover you have always been a part of me
i am in bliss and quick to listen
i choose to kiss you since there are no victims
only simple differences that we can overcome
our love is green like shades of beauty
trees and grasses overtake our duty
the dusty lands upon our hands
which foreigners attack but still we've kept them back
lift your eyes to the skies and receive water for thirsty nights
we lost sleep and awoke tired like the sunrise
loose like the waters that **** near swept us away
still it keeps turning inward like a mosaic built for yesterday

Scheherazade swims in streams
Of unending disappointment
Her narrative slips from her hands
Like water through a broken bucket
Punctured promises release their longing
I am but an old story waiting to be told
But in the end there is a rhythm
That every child born of a mother
Already knows too well

Words are a kind of tirade against the darkness
Bless the day when there is nothing left to say
Sweat for yesterday given upon the wind
Our breathing grew labored and our souls did begin
To offer up their strength and make us capable
Of feats of bravery so very savory
We pounded and pulsed and drove ourselves crazy
Until the day you asked me if i was ready to go within

Libido, libidon't

Two lovers once entangled ________

a) blend together all night.
b) absorb each other's light.
c) stay connected for life.
d) have the strength to sacrifice.
e) display no attachment and remain as cold as ice.
f) never see each other again.

Loud and raucous teenagers
Take breaks of active imagination
Finding their freedom at will
We are always holy
Mostly because we have
A million holes to fill
Bleeding bodies are tiny targets
For our emancipatory wills
Emancipated by symbols
And technological skills
We can fill all these buckets
With our psychiatric bills

the american dream (or so it appears lately)
seems to be founded on,
the same untrustworthy premises,
as the oldest confidence schemes,
first recorded in the libraries of history.

she meanders like a fire
into darkness and over the silence
around cascading waterfalls
she pools at the bottom of your heart
then she’s gone again
as quick as she arrived
she flees from her own form
softer than a rain storm
shallower than a puddle
her magic remains active
in the thunder’s hunger
for another thousand years of slumber
i strum the guitar
sit up by the fire
and speak words of broken music
solvents could never
dissolve these misplaced feelings
servants shine our shoes
against the backdrop of the news
swarms of silent reveries
humanities dismemberment
our agreements forgotten and gone rotten
like cattle in the slaughterhouse
our trust is rusted like copper left out in the rain
melted into liquid castings
i embark on the outgoing tides
side with the devil and you are bound to fall
so even after all the ups and downs
and years of underground living
we return to the fire of the sun as a new material
a type of clay ready to be burnt
a piece of wood that is quick to smoke
stoked by love’s hands
standing out or in
i shall never know
the loudness of the echo
the mountains or the rainbow’s demolition
strategies broken by time’s indecision
situations mistaken
as if they were not awakened yet
i am getting wet
standing in the rain
and snakes are dancing on the lawn

The projector is a woman
A human
A dreamer
Made out of jumper cables and breadcrumbs
Your thumbnails are tumbling
Head over heels to meet her
We see the sharpened glass
And as fast as we can cash out
We make a run for the patio
A ladder up the stairs
With hatred in our hands
And nothing left in our hearts to sell
We are accompanied by monkeys
And men in tuxedos
A loose cannon blooms
And shoots through the wall
A canopy collides
With a visually challenged individual
How are you so full of persuasion, she asks
A mix of liberation and a margarita
I am dreaming of the ocean
A perfect place to lie in the sun and dry off my shoulders
With common purpose
We surf the sound of metaphors crashing
In flashes of crayons
And wet paint sprayed haphazardly
We explain our philosophy to the gravediggers
We keep waking them
Until our hourglasses need fixing
We are shifting in our sandals
And refolding our blankets every hour
The old magic is tangled in your hair
And I just can't stop staring at you
Are you really even here
I hope you don’t mind
That the winter is alive with the sound of nature
We are naturally blinded by infrared romantics
Yet bound to find our souls in the middle
Our blood is equipped with spit and spirit
And it fits right into our heart
We are shifting stratospheres
For there was a lonely place here
Even before the earth appeared, forever naked
We are infiltrating the epicenter of the universe
A purposeless poem
Lost in the wind
Folded to begin with
Now we are unfolding
Opening
Unraveling, traveling
Our trembling fingers tenderly touch
Yet we must not rush
Or we're likely to make a mistake
We're better off avoiding

The days go by
We decline in mind and body
We deny our fleshy rights
We aspire to the greatest heights
We decide who we’ll trust
And then one day love must come
If only to defy our luck

In my head i can often be ambivalent
In my heart i am sometimes ambiguous
But in my chiral soul i am purely ambidextrous

Cellular reception
Landmines explode
And I will not control you
I cannot keep up with you
Or compete with you
I no longer have the energy
To worry about what you say
I think I have a runny nose
But that won’t stop me
From running far away

the mask of alertness protects its bearer
as unstable strength topples before lightning
moist apples are ripening on the branch
i see their sweet nectar standing up
the streets we drive upon carve up the earth
i frequently eat the meat of the gods
homosapiens are blessed with ancient scars
your grasshoppers follow in the path of the stars
hopping from stem to stem like cinnamon darts