We adore the hour
Of enduring madness
We are crude and cruel
Like tigers in the morning
We are food for the gods
Who stayed too long
And strayed too far
From their solitary pantheons
We are the shadows of Psyche
Tirelessly shorn from our bodies
We are retired armies
These conglomerates of hatred
Fed up with feminine values
We are salivating angst
We are manic depressive virgins
Your coercion is comical
This is evil incarnate
Sardonic solitude shrouds You
In it's vision-less vicissitudes
We are used to being used
And fed ignorance like food
We are bored and longing
For some muscles to flex
So we could attest to our problems
I contest your victory
And seek meaning in expression
Anger is reflexive yet still we beg to differ
Our questions are rejected
By an authority we entrusted
To naively negate our egos
We collect puzzles and never solve them
We form alliances with psychedelic buffalo
And smile while meditating butterflies chart
Their ancient transmigration patterns
We are pinnacles of virtue in vitriolic prisons

you sway like the cherry blossoms
in between hundreds of leaves
red eyes cast fingerprints upon these trees
i see you dancing among the flowers
i hear you chanting every single hour
invoking plumbs and apricots
the shiny parts that we disassociate
we hesitate to ready our shadows
then we go and wear them to bed
but first we must brush our teeth
while deep asleep i feel your feet
rubbing up against mine
as lions in the dawn
dream our longings into song

Are we just lonely trumpet flowers dangling
Sang an owl, on the hour, drawn from the stream
When all our hearts made the same offerings
We are pouring into each other's vessels
Muscles with memory select the kinetic chains
That bind our names to our destinies
Its the same as yesterday’s dismembering
Its a blessing to embody the fire
As if this desire is higher than anything
That you’ve ever seen apart from dreaming
So we listen closely for the logos to speak softly
After all it seems it's not so easy to imagine
The fathomless depths of our being
Until right before we need to step off the edge
And rest fully suspended in the breathless
We are the everyday magic of life
Actualizing itself while tired feathers fall asleep
Out of touch but still somehow within our reach

We are still figuring out how to breathe,
In a world, where the air is mostly made of concrete.

We are estuaries
And governments
Surfing in the shadows
Of an unknown ocean
Life is a poem
Perfectly spoken
Stolen from antiquity
And woven
Silently on a loom
At the pinnacle
Of one of the earth's
Tallest mountains

For anyone who remembers,
The end is just a memory.

Individuation is a blank(et) statement.

Particular darts seek our hearts and I confess
That He likes it the best when you scream for more

rivers spill into oceans take their soul with them and shine like diamonds
sign language and shadows reflecting strange arrows now is moonlight higher than the treetops i am dreaming of freeing you from demeaning glances and delivering deals sealed with kisses respect and madness return to sadness give your gladness forever in spiral serpents serving statistics situated between mistakes and self effacement

The life of a sentence cannot be erased.

The mountains are using you
To become conscious too
We are overly optimistic
Of our own accomplishments
So we pretend to make a difference
Would it be any better
If we divided it all by two
And fit more people into this apartment
We'd have room for all our arguments
Though money can never buy you happiness
It can sometimes buy you the truth

no more spoiled fruit
throw the apples down the chute
are you spinning in your dreams
are you lifting the fruit trees from the ground
are you a thousand pounds of flesh
are you this illumination to my left
breathing is both simple and complex
i seek wisdom in the warp and weft
less is a finite attempt at reconciliation
ship your products to another nation
then make plans to occupy the police station
i try to understand the status quo
stasis is inertia
the more i see
the less i know
the more i speak
the further i need to go

"That one time my ego fell in love with the Self."

We are intimate as a movie
When you are cuddling against my spine
I am farther than the arrow
And closer than the floor
In the middle of your chest
There is a place that I adore
In my meditations I seek no consolation
No need for form or matter
We are merely vibrations and insinuations
Masquerading in all our roles and places
What a profound vision
Or was it perhaps a visitation
Infinite limits require no invitations
Why not film it all and make a movie
So many children, so little beauty
We are pulling our own legs
In the hopes of one day getting taller

I peek into your window
A mountain of steam comes from your heart
A volcano awakens and your lips part
Your legs quiver but I beg to differ
Cause long ago I made a promise
To never hang around
Where i'm not truly wanted

The bottoms of our feet
Are the soles of tomorrow
We repeat these stories endlessly
We are here spinning our wheels
Trying to understand the streets
And how they were formed in symmetric images
We are immersed in villages of hunger
Empty of sound and fury
Lines before the jury
We are useless without our wings
So we bring kindness to your springs
And drink clean water
From the hands of your daughters
Gone before the dawn
We held on without scorn
And stole laughter from the mouth of a tornado
With ****** dripping from your lips
And ink on your fingertips
Holding iron in your palms
It appears we need to hail our faith
Now more than ever

You have crossed all these boundaries to get here
You have crossed the ocean to reach me
Now that we are together can we cross our own rivers
Of attention and inhibition
In order to just listen and be present with each other
I wonder if suddenly we will share
A serenity that bears no resemblance to peace or safety
But is as dynamic as a waterfall
Pouring over our consciousness
Chasing away our clutter and making space for kindness
We are daring to dream of epiphanies and poems
Romance is a blossom that blooms quite rarely
I say don’t waste your time chasing images
And making foolish mistakes
When you can chase me to the edges of your sanity
How much can you bear to see
The pain of love is beyond measure
It's a treasure rarely earned
But when it is, it can give you hope
Greater than a poem or a diamond
We bare our hearts to the lions teeth
For if he bites that which is beneath his lips
We will bleed a thousand ****** dreams
Hungry for our very own being
There are demons who seek
To destroy all meaning and poetry
So we appraise our souls of this wine
And drink it until our heart’s are content
We are probably a little more than broken
But that’s not too bad considering
How far we had to travel to get right where we are
In this space and time it's not right to shy away
From a fight whenever it's worthy
The attempt to conceal our faults is dissonant and infantile
So I lied to you in order to deceive myself
I convinced you I was wealthy so that you’d love me
There is no country left for our despicable ways
How else can we explain our own estrangement
From ourselves, our health and our families

where do we go when we fall asleep
towards spaces that put the mind at ease
we shape-shift quicker than we think or speak
and breathe in new qualities of being
the space of medicine drifts between
our fragmented thoughts and broken dreams
i see colors and sounds turning into mandalas
appearing before the mounds of your eyes
round as the sky and concave like the ocean
a singular appearance as vast and wide as devotion
strategies fail me and similes too
now all i have left is the memory of you
swimming in quantum entanglement
my fingers got stuck in your hair
i never bothered worshiping
anything quite as fair as you
faster than an avalanche and bolder than a kite
i was just starting to get over you
the moment that you took another bite
i walked the stairs to your bedroom
and laid myself at your feet
in boots you were standing over me
and in that moment you decided
it was my heart that you might keep

Unknown dreams
Inside our eyes
Take time to shine
Images concretize
And i realize
That this rhythm
Is a poem in itself

Intangible apprentices
Of questionable benevolence
The bottom line is often unfavorable
To be or to do is irrelevant
If you're covered in ******
There's only a fragrant imperative

Maybe we once played capture the flag
On the grass of the acropolis
And can we rightfully complain
If the lakes are always frozen
Or would you put them in the microwave
In order to defrost your pain
And thaw your brain like malevolent candy
We concentrate now more than ever
On the art of coming in handy
We are common fantasies only believed
For our ability to tell stories
While many followers
Come from the opposite
Part of the mind
We confide in the design
And conspire to retire before we are thirty
Necessarily confused
But are you aroused
By the smell of all this power
Or are you numb to the earth
Who first showed you how to flower
How many mistakes did you think
You could really get away with

*** smoking leads to madness
i am an example
I can no longer tie my shoes
or keep my head on straight
I’ve become a cereal killer
and the perfect victims
are always welcome home for dinner

There are lots of stars above us tonight
We are lying under a tall oak tree
The elders speak but we can't hear them
Over the sound of Death’s incessant snoring
I am absorbed and absorbing
How many teeth do you bare
I am undisturbed by your words
But your gestures fill me with a fear
So deep, I simply can not bare to dream them

Seeing them
Lke that
One couldn't
Help but wonder
If they hadn't
Already
Had their fill
Of wonder
For the day

We are all masked by the hand of God
This mouth is a cavity of desperation
What's the point in getting ready
If it all comes tumbling down eventually
The blind have never risen
And the deaf have not yet learned to speak
With the music only they can hear
Within each passing heartbeat
We are forever beholden to each other
For there are hundreds of mouths left to feed
But beauty is a deed that can’t be bought
Still I fought for your heart and lost everything

life is an inside out circle

the tragedy of our situation
is that we can not
withstand the temptation
to forget
our true nature
as elephants parade around
reminding us of our covenant
with so much abundance
we misunderstood our
offerings
courageous farmers left the mother
brighter
than they found her
in the wounds of laughter
she wept for her children
hormones sending messages to their receptors
lifelines of sacred water protectors
say good night sweet music
and give the dreams a chance to confuse you

Love is made of art and brokenness
Like a candle it illuminates the heart's darkness
We are bearing seeds of tiny metal particles
As if we were made from diamonds
And also some dusty old articles

We are often lonely and rather lustful of our neighbors
And so full of distrust that we sometimes envision
That perfection was indeed a poisonous arrow to begin with
And our sorrow is so desperate to be touched
That we are quite glad to confess our collective unrest
Both today and again tomorrow, if you'd really like us too

And tonight i will beg for you to bless me
And if we are alive I know that you'll caress me
You are wise yet also young and beautiful
With a sultry body and a voice that's in between **** and whiny
When your luscious mouth pouts its quite beyond the ordinary
And even if there are some other girls out there
That some people would say are rather more inviting

For though our love is but tiny specks of lightning
Its impossible to assume that we're making
A rather large show out of nothing
You see we are really melodramatically quite intact
Like abstract paintings positioned a little too precisely
Our trimmed and trembling figures
Have been financed by constant neglect more than adequately
So we attract the attention of only the most deplorable of agents
Yet thankfully due to our full and constant immersions in urgency
We are still flourishing in the graveyards and basements categories
And have you heard of the band, The Entitled Undead
I expect they may become a permanent collective in your head someday

Please correct me if I'm wrong
But I know I’ve heard you sing this song before
And I adore the morning's silent symphony
When hundreds of bees are as bright
As a canopy of sunflowers
Leaning into the trees like fallen buffalo
We dream of Navajo sunsets
And isolated islands embedded
In a sea of convulsive incoherence

Multiple timelines recite your name
Drunk on meaning and unable to walk
Give yourself space
For once you’ve tasted grace
Nothing else can ever sate you

Houses take you prisoner
In sinister cul-de-sacs
We exist only for the winter

The misty mystery is always laughing,
and coiling in silent spirals, right beneath our nose.

I am imagining the active particle
The noun inevitably becomes a weapon
And the verb seeks it's naked rations
Of relative invigoration
We are actually traveling
Among our own relatives
While sisters deepen dents in their own bellies
We make the things that happen to salty sirens
As hundreds of huddled fishes
Whisper poems to the lips of elderly singers
Still we are just showmen singing for our dinners
What truly matters is can we listen
Or do we snicker at the working stiffs
Who bring liberal deposits of consciousness
To the empty coffers of our impermanent imaginations

I rest in embraces too complicated to utter,
Isolated mono-crops will never control our hunger.

What a song you must sing to those worms that keep their books in your library.

What a mystery that lies
Within the lies of my intellect
Who resides in dreams
And awakens in our defiant appliances
Eros transgresses
Upon trampolines of mind’s enjoyment
In basements of wonder
The youth wander aimlessly
I hit my head against your walls
To topple a cathedral that had to fall
Before we could ever truly be married

We try to remain conscious but it never helps
So we fall into suspicious company
The water is steady
And everything is ready to break
This is the last stop
Before the station takes you dancing again
Fancy hunters fumble for their suppers
Funneling their drinks into liquor baskets
We stand apart from the others
Farther off there is a shoreline
But you can barely see the land from here
Hummingbirds fly in candle light
While girls perform handstands on fire
Hulls of shells scattered like sand
Until we stand in the correct posture
Four arms are better than none
And numbers have relatively little use here
So we each tear another tired piece
From the fraying cloth of wakefulness
Please don't mention my name again to the same people
For just as you found me there can truly be no equal
And your health depends on just as many elements
Mental, biological and spiritual

Mothers supplying their children
With a tiny taste of freedom
But they can’t cope with abandonment
So they write poetry in the meantime

Loneliness is a monotone tiger
When you want to destroy the world
It comes boiling down
To your courage
To resist
Or fit in
With all the other
Victims
We are bigger than our fears
When we quiver in the here and now
I have found the only way to speak
Loudly and truthfully
Is to always listen quietly
From some place deep enough within

Do we drift on by
And travel in the astral
I see visions on your body
How your lips remind me
Of how i long to touch you
We sleep for hours
And then begin to cuddle
Lunch hours are over
And yet we are still hungry
You demand your needs to be met
As if the shadow of a doubt
Could ever truly be erased
Oh sister choose your path wisely
Everybody wonders
At what they can’t explain
Blind as heat lightning
Regret is certainly a useful burden
So learn to surf these waves
Instead combine love with gravity
And God shall become more
Than just a sentence some day

Don’t tell me lies
Or fly me to the moon
Don’t sell me potions
Or promise to visit soon
We are all accountable to our shadows
Loud as the dominating ones who made you
We are facing our own effacement
That’s nothing new
It seems the depth of my derangement
Is limitless in scope
We are all learning how to cope with ourselves
We shed our skins and begin the transformations
With elation and some dread
We are heading for the edges that we have never tread
I’m bleeding red and orange
And singing into your mouth
The stories of agape
And blooming flowers from the south