Mistakes made freely
Given as holy offerings
To the Goddess of Creativity

From my eyes to your heart 
space and time are torn apart 
into the void, the rose of life 
falls and merges into and becomes white 
echoes and silhouettes are what we are  
slowly twisting and spinning 
 
sacred knots strung together 
in a moment of eternity
the storm and the feather
the dancer and the dance 
begin to slowly come untethered
 
your sound and your face 
your heart and its embrace 
your wings and your feet 
all dipped in chocolate earth 
our lips and tongues surged to greet 
your *** and your innocence 
could not be separated by a single death and birth 
 
nowhere, only now 
signs of the eternal meeting point 
its here, there, anywhere 
pulsing with delight and purpose 
self reflective and formless 
like the morning sunlight 
it conceals and reveals 
such is the mystery of sight 
 
magic is consuming the inorganic  
Om Ah Hung 
sprinkled with cosmic dust, life awakens 
morning’s daily miracle 
arises from sleep’s rich fecundity

Human touch is among
The most mysterious of fragrances
Moving away from the need for a diversion
Towards the need to believe in something worthy
Is already a type of liberation for the psyche
Why do we need so many offerings
To repatriate the missing pieces of a country
And yes you are mistaken but i love you anyway
Despite the smiling faces trapped in shiny frames
Hundreds of names and bodies are taken hostage daily
By ****** midriffs and fatal fitness equipment
Your loose lips can sink my ships any day of the week

We remake our shadows
To represent the arrow's path
Through straight lines and war cries
We reclaim whatever can't be defended
The rest has all been said before
The dying father begets the son
A lesson of love and tenderness
In order to begin again we must now
Brush away this dead skin
And shift into a much deeper
Place of resonance and understanding

Once upon a time you crossed the ocean to reach me,
Now that we are together we need only cross our own rivers.

We agree only
When its necessary
And if it pleases you
To touch yourself
Then make love
To me immediately
Like only the desert
Knows your destiny
Hesitant to hum
Your tongue lingered
On my mouth for centuries
These monetary arrangements
Were supposed to be
Finished and done with
But you’re not over them completely
For there is far more worthy things
To be spoken about
Than clowns growing frowns
On their abnormally long faces
So lets replace them all
With unknown saving graces
And in our hasty laziness
We shall eat up all our lovers
Like mothers of tyranny
And dynasties of desire
That keep their fireplaces
Filled with honey, money
And cinnamon
Until you inhale the scent
Of cedar, pine and sage
And tell me to get ready
For the better part of the evening

I wish you could see this,
That silence is a perfect circle.

Silence
Sits
Waits
Patiently
Stillness
Resists temptation
Moves infrequently
Lips
Meet
Stillness
Persists
In defying
Gravity
Slowly
Slowly
Breathe
Now is the time
For music
To speak

I am an ill tempered planet
Which leaves very little room
For anybody else's management

action
cameras
satisfaction
matters

Words are like scalpels, for they can dissect you. Words are like a prism where everything is refracted into a million different colors.

hunger is a form of necromancy
if you lust for other people’s intelligence
then you might as well covet their soul
the future is a burning flame
and desire is her name
life is radiant like a water buffalo
so please show me the way to stay sane
amidst the rhinos and tigers of the plains
what is your name child
if you are here then you must surely be wild
i am a witness to the limitless
creativity of the goddess
she partakes in every single particle we perceive
i am an article of her majesty
formed in the factory of her imagination
satisfaction is my identity
so lets awaken to the reality of creativity
with each and every breath we take

just once
decide
never to hide
your light
no matter how
frightened or scared you may be
i am here to keep you company
remember me
my nature is ecstasy
the fruit of the tree
friendship
and community
sit with me
and be silent
let your mind quiet
pouring down
the light of the sun
its just begun
it will surely rise
if you take your time
and never compromise
in the silent skies
the mind wanders and flies
towards the life review
to see if your were true
the fragrant breath
the highest test
is shining
like a diamond

People are like pimples... Irritate them and they may or may not explode.

i am a poet and still
i don’t comprehend these symbols
these missing hearts
and hours spent counting thimbles
i am perplexed by love
shall we seek herbs and remedies
lose ourselves in cures and compounds
must our inner territories be colonized
while we remain captivated by theories
struck down by doubt and insecurity
the mind wields no ammunition
and yet its cavalry has desecrated the land
without the slightest sign of inhibition
or a trace of empathy, justice or compassion
will we ever sign another peace treaty
the blessed earth is forgiven
and we are all her children
the sweet scent of spring
oh how our hearts do yearn for dancing
spend your dollars and your pennies
but give all your emptiness to the king
i eat oats and honey cooked on the fire
and you drink the golden liquid
that is known to satiate all of your desires

Money is a comfort to some
Burned by the negligence in our hearts
We say we'll try to make a new start
But head straight for the old roads
I unburden my soul in your arms
But nothing ever comes of it
Just another mess to clean up
And again I am sent back to earth
To tend to some more unfinished business

It's serendipitous that the end is near
We are here for a moment and then we disappear
So stop being juvenile and gather up your gear
We are all in need of a solid flirtation
Or we will get lost in our careers
We frequently fear the endings
Much more than how things begin
So let's just listen to the rhythm
Until we find we know where we fit in

our gifts were frozen by the stars
as shards of ice hit our hearts
cartons of milk tossed in dumpsters
where slums of homeless men and women
seek shelter in the ghettos
schedule a day off
those stray cats are always the boss
sort of determined to get lost
you try to set a good example and fall short
feet first we landed on our paws
happy to be safe at last
we converse with your mangy dogs
lying in the center of dusty crossroads
all our travails are necessary
shall we set sail on another journey
or stay put and reflect for a minute
once the word has grabbed you
it takes hold of your mind and soul
you can no longer let it go
and now you must serve it
for it has shaken you to your bones
why do we make tones of loneliness
while slow people escape the fragile daylight
shine your flashlight on the pages
and see what emerges from the ink of the sages

Your profound indifference speaks to me,
Loud enough to be heard over a hot cup of coffee.

Heavy lifting is a burden
If we are stardust
Than our time to harvest is now
Or in a never ending morning
You jump into your glory
And form a story
Made from tired words
We drift like echoes from the woods
We are daring targets of timid darkness
Conscious that our nothingness is biased
So we rest in the finest linen
And cash on delivery is just how you like it
The dark night of the soul
Can also be a silent invocation
Or a subtle invitation
Aspiring you to wholeness

Life is lived in our hearts not in the sky
It's a taboo to move and dream too easily
For the youth are doomed to know beauty
And grooms are too full of duty and betrayal
While we were hiding among our friends
Divers of the deepest oceans must slowly ascend
Until a mantle of fault is placed upon their heads
And what comes next is nobody else’s business

The choice to stay awake or pass out quickly
With all your limbs intact and beside you
Follow the sounds the way that i do
A siren and a song for the girls
That walk the boulevard alone
All our hearts are broken against the dawn
A river of chocolate, a river of song
A river of tears, ancient as our shadow
We’re over here so come join us at this table
There’s plenty of room for two or three more
And if we fasten our bodies together securely
In a storm our limbs might not come crashing too strongly
And if the wind assails you then i can hold you true
And know that i won’t fail you for my words they never
Do anything as stable as what my heart keeps meaning to

The animals that came before you
What right have we to claim their territory
The souls that walked this land for centuries
Can you hear them dancing in eternity
Are we brave enough to steal fire
From each other instead of the gods
Do we know the repercussions
Of all this karmic plundering
Are we ****** or determined
Are we ***** or just thirty
Why must we always be inspired
To find our lovers
On the other side of town
Your animus is a clown
And my anima likes to drown me
She stands along the banks of reason
And compels me towards her nakedly
Crawling on tired knees until I’m bleeding
Only then does she promise me
Her guidance and her safety

a woman from the fifties knew better
than to tamper with her husband’s
favorite brand of carcinogens

Come look in the mirror
Or would you rather drift
Into sepia-toned syndicates
And lose it all again
Many have come
And many have fallen
Only one has ever
Truly faced the longing
Of all the men and women
Worshiping oneself
Is never a great idea
Especially if you can’t
Even tell the difference
Between yellow mustard
And an abandoned green field
Never swallow anything
Without first asking what it is
Or chewing quite carefully
To at least see if it is Real

Accept the arrangements you have agreed to
Why pretend to be disillusioned
By lovers and former relationships
God is both a child and a wild animal
Families demand our participation
True lovers lead by example
We are what’s left of the intangible
I am still a part of your council
Whenever love becomes another past participle

You are trudging towards the waterfall
But hidden underneath the lettuce patch is a dream
A carved image in the center of your delicate being
Life is as fragile as any other shallow pool of water seems
Your bedtime stories were always found to be a little boring
Until the moment you turned around in your mother’s belly
And made the most out of something everyone else had forgotten
You were cast out from the hallways of your family
Haunted beauties and lonely human beings
Making rules only for the ruling
Our truest places always remain facing north
For when we are young we seem strong, thin and determined
And women often argue with each other to begin anything
So please agree to go deep within your body
And make space for these lasting visions
If we are awakened to our feelings
Than someday we might know how to obey them

In your body lies a serpent
And your lungs are the ocean
And now you're left gasping
As if this life was ever only
Another act of your devotion

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musical notes
that bloomed
like roses
upon thorny stems
of the sun
its setting song
composed
of violent chords
plucked from
a strings of words
like winged birds
they flashed
incandescent feathers
to be skinned
and written upon
the flesh

she waves her hands like flags
her heart thumps
and skips a beat in her chest
impressed by what she’s seen
she can only dream of a time
when she could come clean
her voice trembles and her spine reels
she turns inwards and her lip shakes a little
it stings
she’s not sure what makes her feel this way
is it the space
or the days
gone to gather wildflowers in the sun
she undresses her best smile
from time immemorial she has spun
the threads of cotton that became her fame
her main job was to pray
for the men and women
who came each day to visit her

you reap what you sow
cast off your shadow
and call the roll
see who shows up
love is a lady with tiny fingers
and sweet smelling clothes
and beauty that lingers
cantankerous old men with cataracts
drown upon the folds
of your wedding gown
i am that fabric that comes in a roll
and if you inhale
the diamonds will follow
remove veils and teach the people music
give your wisdom and produce harmony
wild candy and replenishment
reprimanded only by tyranny

i wish that your heart would never stop beating
i am speaking personally again
i am a well behaved child
i smile when necessary
i feel deeply
i am uncomfortable in your presence
i am an example of fundamental tendencies
i am deeply distrusting
i am relatively harmless
i am violent and psychotic
i am punished by silence
i am a mumbling scientist
i am retired
i am desired
i am abundant and prosperous
i am light and bright like phosphorous

possums speak of possibilities
as i peak behind the curtains
and sense what a chilly week its been

enraged by our shadows
you enter the world silently
and turn these thoughts into gold
forms are empty like feathers
dancing in the fields and snow
go and plant your lilies children
and i will feed you apples
with pancakes and porridge
a life without worry can't be promised
but so many of our problems
come from addictions to our woes

Can we agree to believe in anything
Before life fades away
We shake our head again each day
There are countless apples in deliverance
So we partake in escapes so impressive
That trouble comes to collect our autographs
We are infamous and i knew I needed you
The moment I saw you staring at me
While i made myself a sandwich
We are artifacts of another time and place
It seems the remains are fading and so are you
But please don’t fall asleep, tonight
I need your many faces to keep me company
We are tracing our contemporary lives
With minds and bodies underlined
Pining for a little beauty and perhaps an apology
I am opinionated like an article of clothing
A particle of compulsive residue
We are shuddering at the sound of molecules and ions
These non-ionizing operations of insight
And licenses of poetic defiance
We are appliances of self-discovery
Upholstered in our recovery
Eating mustard greens and banana leaves
A distant relative of organisms and multiple *******
Are we awake or just bumbling through our lives
Do we divide our time between essence
And deferential retribution
Contusions of fortitude sorted and surrendered
We are the sundry insouciance
That keeps plundering our own protuberances
Money for nothing and living is free
Breath is abundant and so we sing
There is harmony, melody and your feathery feet
Are all over the upholstery
Your company is cheap
So we take leaps of discomfort
Only to discover that we all equally
Hurt and burn in the firmness of determination
Commanding action with the least bit of understanding

What’s a pound of ****
Cost these days
As much as your heart
Who is waiting for your body
When you have stolen all your parts
Lungs and dinosaurs
Work for their dinner
On alligator conveyor belts
We assembled all the elevators
And placed them on the shelves
One more cigarette
And i’ll quit smoking
One more woman
And i’ll know you were only joking
I am hoping we could dance
And stand on ceremony for a change
One last kiss before the earth begins to shake
I awaken in your bed
We are all about this pain
For once we have felt it
We can never be the same again

The winter was hollow
She walked out of her cabin into the darkness
I saw her go out but did not follow
For where she was heading I dared not go

I could not sleep
But felt her beneath me
Like a heavy weight or stone
She held my hand
And i was ******
To follow her down below

This is a new document
I hesitate to efface it with words
Life is like a blank slate
Obscured before it is ever even spoken
It's a clean start to a ***** finish
What we begin has already ended
Yet it lives inside of us waiting to be reborn
Tonight we reside in flaming letters
Comfort is a breath away from being broken
So hold me and observe me in my shyness
We fit together like crying children
This symmetry is obviously oblivious
But we'll miss the bus if we keep talking nonsense
Sometimes we take our silence a bit too seriously
And you were always free to agree or disagree with anything
But plausible denial has always been a bit above my paygrade

Every poem is puzzling
If an analogy
Is anything like an algorithm
And love is the highest
Form of flattery I know of
What a tragic destiny
To await life or death
With hesitance and reticence
When we are only rejected by uncertainty
And inner dissidents deny
Our few minutes of peace
What is an argument
But an even greater reason
To try to remain in contact
We are all articulate and lonely
So don’t deny these stories
Even if they seem crazy or boring
We can't explain away our haziness
And also rectify our kindness
After all it's a compromise
To decide who is right
Means also to lose faith
In the inner workings of the heart
If we are pertinent and perturbed
By lonely apathy and hurt
You can always question the quiet
You have become accustomed to at night
If we shut down our towers and our tables tops
We may get lost or turned around again
For often we are too proud to ask for help
So instead we become just like our furniture
And spend our lives building and/or buying houses
Destroying peoples lives in private
And making messes on our carpets
We are concrete and vision-less
While people of the earth are being burnt
And yet still don't return to hatred
They are sharing all that’s naked
As we slowly learn to grow
Towards love again

what crest shall i rise upon
what death shall i undergo
to reach the snowy land of wisdom
gnosis persists like a stone
nothing can tire it
yet i am broken and weary to my bones
i release into gravity’s rainbow
poetry, ha what vanity
prose is the only master here
i use syntax like you use disaster
through this curtain
i am uncovering everything
you use me like a fox
i use you for mending my socks
pockets of vitriol hung in stockings
we might as well change the locks
before the burglar attacks, again
indeed she cries, I’m tired of your lies
descended from those ancient spires
you only claim to be a man
that's when I felt the need to reply
at least i don’t deny you your pride

Betwixt is a word that only poets may use.

Never-mind what i said
We are steady ahead
All engines ready
Now is the time to get out of bed
I sometimes wonder
If you’ve had enough crying for one life time
But then i realize we are all already dying
So i reply to you to keep on trying
Love is a burning rain-forest
It's starting again to diminish our souls
And burn holes in our skin
These words are weapons
Against imminent destruction
We are defeating the isolation of meaning
The specialization of reading is never that special
We are all strangers in these strange lands of reason
Filled with millions upon millions
Of dangerous stranger-beings handing out
Mountains of mythological meaning
Straight from the mouth of the Mystery

agitated we danced
hot-blooded and bullied by our inner children
your hands touched mine
so much time passed
before one could look the other in the eye
in the eye i saw one color
one color pouring from the waterfall
a thousand doors
a thousand doors
opening
closing
practice sitting in silence
and surely you shall break free
of insincere eyelids
that wink at you when you fall

Don’t bother me with poetry,
It's really not to my taste at all;
I prefer football and television,
Or maybe a good ol' fashioned brawl.

Settle down and rest in your hurting
Speak of singular beings
Falling into infatuations
Failure to surrender
Is not a failure to comply
The water lilies are wild
And so are your eyes

Whoever designed the rose
must innately know
the secrets of my heart