Be a permanent marker. Step on the stones that you once avoided. Boiling water is now an official form of medicine. And I'll pretend that we've never met before. So that one day we may dance again and make love in more than a thousand sentences.

Lips speak tender music
We choose to remain
Appreciative of our confusion
Many reprimanded children
Cry for those who misuse them

I have reached a new level of loneliness
Where the alabaster sky resides in my soul
I dream of nothing but uncovering
These places of hidden sorrow
As grief comes to your bed like fallen snow
You ready yourself for dissolving

Blindness is a poisonous lover, readily shared among a certain type of men, who are only metaphorically lacking in vision.

We are but tiny stars
Burning in our own galaxies
Fantasies part ways
And we dry our tears
On our own paper napkins
We are carrying cards
And crossing fences
That are too big
For our human minds
To ever fully comprehend

Speak beauty
Light up the darkness
Feel everything
No matter how small
Keep clean and close to your heart
The wisdom of love is in all
Upon Narcissus' rejection
Echo extinguished like a fire
Her voice remains
Brighter than the forest
Real love
Is a teacher of kindness

I can’t teach you
Or reach you
No more or less
Of me exists
Than any other being
That’s ever been abandoned
In kindred waters
The wayfarer wanders
And ponders of the desert
Is it a lesson or is it a challenge
And will he ever know
What the f!@#ing difference is

within every fiber
you dwell inside of me
the sound of the rain drumming wildly
i am tired or maybe I’m just idle
wishing that you’d return
sorceress of the continents
healer to courtesans and royalty
i seek your comfort and your company
single hands build tiny nests
awareness relies on itself for its totality
the blessed hands that spin our clothes
hold our shadows in their souls
and keep the world in balance
if you knew you’d cry
or at least break down and sigh
and let out the anger you’ve buried deep inside
i am trying to reach you
all our channels are crossed
and i cant seem to teach you
that we are all off course
you can see what happens
to the obsequious sycophants
who deny the holy company
the absurdity of our complications
have got me quite frustrated
why do we not ponder our salvation
or seek to better our situation and circumstances
there is no lack of reprimands
or mandates to demonstrate our activism

our hands do not make mistakes
these angles of imprisonment
reflecting fingers arguing for safety
i am shattered but not ashamed
i am captured but never maimed
heaven brought you to me
this singularity begets questioning  
and freezes our timelines
as if they were undermining diamonds
will you cry for me a thousand stories
and try me before the court of glory
houses darken when day is over
bid farewell to samsara
and express for once hello lover
why strut your stuff on the boulevards
if there's plenty of bread and water
here to nourish our hearts
your borrowed money
is returned with interest
so finish the distance
between your infant minstrels
and your microwavable dinners
we seek comfort in memories
and nonreturnable movies
it deepens our connection to the mystery
her hands are always holding me
and in their grips i am free
to be myself undeniably true
departing like a vulture
and coming back to you
rest now my love and save me a smile
you know i’ll return
after i’ve traveled for awhile
and gone towards the sky
in several days you’ll rise
breaking out of that rusty cage
noone waits for anything these days
locks break whenever
we are expecting
them to straighten out our problems
so solve your mistakes
or make cakes and bake them in shallow ovens
slap me in the face again
whenever i am chasing
hours of beauty and sunlight
when wasted we rest again
in red faith and foreign money
forsaking the reasons you never gave
you left me wondering
for a thousand more years

seekers of the psoas
with bones and tendons
robed in shadows
stretched as tight as arrows
the seeker bows down
what if Moses had drowned
would his followers
have had to then run for cover
seek your mother
gift her another dragon's eye
look for our brothers
in words and stutters
close the shutters
as rooms descend like escalators
no one likes to let you
fool around with their heart
anymore

She said, "In this relationship,
We are each equipped with a parachute,
And I would never blame you,
If you felt compelled to use it."

A warning: It never gets better than this..

P.S. She also said, "I packed both of them myself."

Manuscripts drift from the attics of our minds
We write continents into our spines

I read your dreams like a newspaper
Your mind is like a magazine
And your thoughts are the classified section
Some people's hearts are like the tabloids
While others are National Geographic covers

Life is a short story.

Show me your carbon clad women
Covered in notorious virtue
Introduce me to your beauty keepers
And the one’s who take care of your children

certain
           words
                    when strung together
haphazardly
       are often mistaken
                                       for poetry

Money is a mass illusion
A conspiracy of occlusion
We are involuted and fruitfully disappointed
You are free to disagree
With any of melancholy’s anthems
For they are only apathetic hymns
Written to the sounds of the anointed
Funnels of trust and courage
Make you love yourself more often
Must we give happiness the rub
And settle down in our lonely carriages
Only three harmless appointments later
I saw you staring at the furniture
I hoped that it would fade way
So you could get your voice back already
In your body is a serpent
And your lungs are the ocean
You were gasping as if life
Was only one form of devotion
Or was this another failed attempt at liberation
Undertaken once too often
We have made attempts to rest
But nothing exhales anymore
And now only this shortness of breath
Can show us what's really necessary

The anima drifts freely
Like a leaf in the wind
Blending soul and sulphur
The spirit is salty and combustible
We are trusting our reason
For its our feelings that lead us astray
We never say i’m sorry
Until its a little bit too late
For once something's happened
If we are truly apprehensive
We will often make mistakes

Have we ever met before? I imagine,
It's impossible that i could have guessed
So easily, that all those subtle edges,
Were sore spots worthy of defending?

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

Do you ever wonder
Exactly what will happen
When all ideograms are designed
To be grammatically inaccurate

those hips(ters) are a mystery
the way they mistreat me
i can’t breath in your arms
speak now or hold your tongue
for once the serpent is out
it can’t be undone
funny the way we avoid ourselves
i hide from conflict, as well
as never making suggestions
such tragic dressing
is ******* itself
you jump on the train
look out for the ticket taker
offer him your fan
or your hand in friendship
but don't suggest that you know me
for all is what you claim yourself to be
smoking cars are in the back
and i attack the benefactor's articles
smart people bore me
like first hand diapers
and first time mothers
lovers dream of new windshield wipers
and i wonder if you paid the piper yesterday

her precious breath
yearns for warmth
and contact between the sheets
her body sways and grinds
her spine is a limitless ocean
her limbs are ropes to climb
they are towers or spires
filled with millions of subtle wires
she is noisy and delicious
they heard moaning
coming from the bedroom
as she came into her darkness
she held it and allowed it to shine
yet transformation is endless
its happening all the time
like underbellies rising
undercurrents entwining
she is sovereign and sublime
content to birth the world
from between her juicy thighs
no longer does she hunger
for your silly little lies
and yes her beauty is music
and its too bad really
that you happened
to be away for the night

Nothing takes form until there is a storm
And in that moment you decide
What you are going to write
I am a poem and you are the dawn
And we are the faces that we all forget we carry
I have your heart in my heart tonight
And we can make it all better by caring

The matrix has you in her arms
Will our souls ever be healed
Love is the wisdom we need
When all you feel is an island
And we wander through the hills
We hike through the empty hours
Inside us all there is another side
When there are no more cigarettes
No ******* or emotional wisdom
I think you deserve whatever you find
I still sometimes wonder
If you’ve already had enough
Crying for one life-time

i remember plenty of things from the past
sand dollars and slippers
smooth operators
with lips like pudding
so tasty i was frightened
smash the trash with broken hammers
into pieces tinier than sand
an armfull of garbage
carried to the curb
so we can say we are living
in the glory of the suburbs
wearing suntan lotion
strumming her guitar
all over her are scars
covered in hearts
sporting no bra
i am aroused by
her sound current

Dance with no labels
 
jump, spin, twirl
leaping into thin air
folding into the center
falling from grace’s chair
 
dreams come and go
dreams are life’s theater
try to play your part well
for when the goddess is hungry 
your soul must feed her
 
freedom is emptiness
emptiness is form
let the music take you 
into the eye of the storm
movement is the sacred fire
that makes your body warm 
 
people are never 
going to understand
so why try to make sense
of why we spend half of the budget
on a defensive pretense 
 
we could come together
in unity and song
let's quit spending our hard-earned money
trying to fix what went wrong
 
I suggest we educate our children
with movement, meaning, myth, and art
to finally heal the age-old split
between the mind and the heart 
 
sold on becoming
we lost our salvation
a perplexing situation
dancing became an occupation
 
a means to embodying self 
an invitation for sacred activation
enfolding essence into form
our juicy potential was lost
instinctually responding to heat
the honey bee swarms
 
scarcity implies 
you are not enough
how could it be, this silly lie
for if it were true
the world would be dry
 
still it is wet
and your soul is too
so dance with no labels
and sing as if you
had all the answers 
when you haven’t a clue
 
as to the meaning of things
or the direction we’re heading
just listen closely
and watch the signs as their showing
 
in my heart we are dancing
in my soul we are too
in the world they are waiting
for a harmony to renew
 
the union of love that exists 
between two beings
who have given up labels 
and let go of form
forgotten about borders
and released all taboos
 
these beings are free 
to love as they please
and pleasing it is 
when we all can agree
 
that when you are dancing
without any labels
you can be me and I can be we
then two becomes one
like the seed and the sun
 
a forest has been hidden
inside of a single tree 
this sacred combining
some call it Alchemy
has just begun
but in truth we are eternal
so the great-work is never done

I always write the good fight.

Love is a mess we make
So we must clean it up today
Your eyes tell their secrets to the water
While ducks swim on your flesh
In fleeting silhouettes, patterns of divinity
Begin to deepen their impressions

We are always just one word apart,
but we can never get any closer
to each other, than our hearts.

Love is a poem that always hurts,
But never when you need it to.

How about a moment
To stop and think
And reflect upon our grieving
Love is a vision
Whenever its played
At a certain volume
Love has no edges
Because its only a projection
Do we keep ourselves locked away
As oil prices drop indefinitely
And the stars seem farther
From our eyes than ever
How are we coping in a quarantine
Or is this tyranny really for our safety
Upon our heads a plague
Or is it a pox of reason
I love the rhythm
Of watching you breathe
Maybe love is a machine
In need of a good oiling
We are spoiled and splayed out
Still there is no doubt
That whenever we really need to
We can’t seem to feel
Any of these feelings too deeply

we can never get enough of
what we don’t have or what we truly need
so bleed on me and let it run down my face
over the couch and onto the floor
a crust will form around the edges of our skin
the furniture is limitless
still i am in bliss from your reason
when you touched me i transformed into the dawn
and became the warmth that turns ice to water
and makes our feet defrost
i am the coast of your soul
the feeling of being whole
like well-water i am old and deep
and still will i choose to flow
keeping my light in sync with the rhythm of the cosmos
all the commotion is stillborn
torn and triumphant i am emerging
as the diurnal nothingness
bursting through your walls and stalls
the halls of our cavernous depths
the respect we must lack
in order to keep our attractions intact
aspects of our ****** suffering
unleashed upon your houses

She who dives in deep
Has no need for others to speak
She bleeds for those in need
And gives them everything they seek