Lands of adulation
Flocks of gesticulation
Floods of fornication
From where ever we came from
The return to Now
Still remains the greatest journey

how fragile feelings are to begin with
do not march blindly onto another’s battlefield
so many memories flash before my eyes
there are poems in the leaves
that can only be recited
while treetops are dancing
keep it clean, for its what you are
and not how you seem to others, that matters
sailing on the lake of movement
send me your poems in the arms of the tides
swim towards me and we'll try to redefine,
love, kindness and beauty, one day at a time

"No one ever really forgives the person that civilizes them."
- robert johnson paraphrasing sigmund freud

in this existence
there is nothing but love
only broken and tired
men and women
dare to dream their lives awake
no escape but through
the fires and earthquakes
its not the size
of the love that matters
but what you do with it
he held her hand against his face
she immediately forgave her father
he was bleeding from his collar
her darkness took hold
and grief escaped
and he said thank you
for disappointing me today

with elephant’s tenacity
artificial correctness
nonsensical directness
derelicts and kings
lick my wings
stick your finger in the seams
of the heart and pry it apart
start now
and drink nectar
eternally a child
our fathers
are making webs
forever thriving
the shift begets
these heady whispers
of green eyes
and respect
for indigenous swords
and sovereign
beings

the health of this democracy is waning
but do save me from your complaining
all may be ok again eventually
try and stay present and let your essence awaken
stay in your heart as long as possible
for that is where you are the most powerful
and try not to give in too quickly to sorrow
for shadows abound to keep us bound to our fears

We keep it clean in bed
And leave our dreams behind us
The sprinklers are on
But the phone is off the hook
You shake with gratitude
And a looseness of character
And I object to being isolated
When you are to be quarantined
Alone with all your necklaces

They started young and died early.

Our love is a pocket-watch
That’s been wound for thirty years
And i know I’m bound to hear you
Speaking through a paper towel
Maybe love really has no relatives
But now really isn't the time
To test such a lonely theory

Towards you I'd run on unsteady legs
Until the sea rises and upon my knees i am forced to beg
I would walk to you upon shards of glass
But we both know i'd end up crawling
Right over that final ledge
Or perhaps you'd prefer to find me dying
Gasping for my last breath
For some other man will still be waiting
Like a scarecrow lying naked in your bed

Love is a poem that always hurts,
But mostly when you need it.

The tide may turn but some people never learn,
that what is best for them may never come easy.

Love is burning in the forest
Morsels of flesh and cloves of garlic
Follow the scents back to your apartment
And sell our sedentary sound systems
Compound interest rates take no victims here
Defend the elements we can’t contend with
Let's make delicate offerings until the end is near

Love is a thousand pounds of sheet metal
We are the carpenters of the stars
With stardust on our shirts
And belts made from materials of the earth
We filter our bedtime stories
Using only certain words
That you can comprehend clearly
When the edges are blurred
Living often seems absurd
And despite our hurting
We are not yet free
Of the burden of our guilt

When did fifty shades of grey,
become an accurate description of my face?

Humble hearts leave trails
Of burning arcs
Whenever they pass you by
When time is borrowed
From the present
It's a gift from heaven
If we are born unperturbed
Then how is it we learn
To act as if we are too old
To receive their love again

A redistribution of confusion and misrepresentation
Cultural assimilation appropriated itself too swiftly
Yes i'm disappointed but please tell me something new

The law of non-compliance persists
We take our love wherever it fits
And lately I've grown accustomed to it
Really

property is theft
yes all of it
all has been taken
or to be more clear
all was stolen
from the warp and weft
of grassy pastures
heated by the sun’s flames
tongues of fiery lightning
tickle the wind
and form spirals
upon the lawn
are these stone circles
ever really born
or do they re-create
themselves from naught
love is like the autumn
faithful and forewarned
that winter’s frozen darkness
will subjugate the warmth
in hibernation
the bear’s body is kept warm
until springtime whispers
that its time to be reborn
whisper upon my heart
and stir the waters in my soul
pour the amber liquid
into the violet dawn

"Stupidity sells... its why you're poor."

When your eyes burn
When your hands hurt
When your legs have given up

We are walking, making
Long strides over
Sentimental roads
So we turn inwards
Again
Maintaining distance
We face the failures
And dance on the graves
Of whatever has been forbidden

We are strings vibrating
We are the silent things, naming
Themselves in the dark
Gestating creatures with hearts
And minds, finding silence between the sparks
Carbon ceilings made out of cardboard
We are collecting rainwater and art
We endarken danger
And dance on holy ground
It sounds like fun
When you don’t have any more hope
To hold you back
So you attack the road by running
Yet come home to find yourself, alone again
You fold your hands and make life into living
Somehow, somewhere
We were all these powers and forms
And comfort held no remorse
Where no one had ever faulted you at all

A mechanically minded mechanism of ****** disrespect lacking a multifaceted depth of meaning and subtle awareness of the infinite complexity of living organisms.

Some people live by toil
Others by *******
Some people live by intellect
Others by being spoiled
Some people are romantic
Others are quite cold
Some people are histrionic
Others are quite bold
Some people are quite affable
Others are more laughable
Some people are not quite like
Whatever Other people seem to think

I saw a hundred
Arguments turn into
Silent rose gardens
Women and men
Who were frightened
Of their own innocence
Seeded the sound
Of hourglasses
With falling grains of sand
And did handstands
Along the shoreline
Of imminent oblivion
Until they could
Take the time necessary
To fully live again

paper trails make haste
as dancers move in place
our love is the frame we make
of fragile shapes entitled space

i am frowning like the sun
the drowning has begun
this hunger is never done
for love is our dinner
and this food is even simpler
and sitting still gives us
the nourishment to run

thank you for finding me worthy
i’m a turret on your castle
i add firmness to your mattress
and a blessing on your crown
are we drowning in beauty
they cannot define what i am after
its all about living from the heart
the spineless children of our vision
deny imprisonment
how did we lose our way
what struggles have we faced
what virtues gained
have we lost our reason
or seen a higher way
are we collapsing
or just fading into our reality
like camouflage
we blend in
to the apparent background
like scenery and landscapes
party boats and isotopes
hand me some rope
the ****** tragedy
of landslides and eyeliner
finders keepers
women-haters
seek the immovable source
the connection point
upon which space and time are lost
lest we be accused of running on empty
lunging at the dawn with spears
for we are neither here nor there
who will keep me company
when i am alarmed but not amused
the reckless attitudes
mentally tired of being used
without reward
and if you get ******* enough
then there might be some truth
in whatever it is you are about to do

what progress
not a chance that any of this is moving forward
only inward
like a mobius strip
we ignite ourselves
birthed from fire we return to our destination
surviving the rise and fall of nations and empires
i am surface tension
i am existence
you are welcome to inquire
or perspire upon the flaming mantle
or is it just a mere candle dancing its flame to a higher music
what if we were nothing
perhaps then we could undress our flames
and examine the totality of our shame

Has anyone had first hand experience
Overthrowing these false leaders
Yes, we pretend that we know nothing
But the actual facts are humbling
Who patented these games
When suspicion remains the same
Yet despite the lies and the strain
It inevitably takes on our marriages
You ask me why we don't
Just skip straight ahead to the ending

We are such impeccable dreamers
Featuring our fear and our disgust
As often as the lightness of our being
You are still too young to be faulted
For forgetting your promises
We aspire to rise as high
As our shadows remain grounded
We found the sun at last
Burning past the guardians of our irises
We are never hard at heart
Though our sensitive skin
May have toughened a bit
Since we incarnated in this
Dichotomous existence
We are sincere in our pursuit of feelings
We cheer for the joy of our relations
Young mothers sustain their children
On limitless supplies of oxygen and love
Apparently we are a pair of old tornadoes
Hugging these pressure currents closely
Our souls are always in motion
Constantly twirling, convulsing
And unfolding invisible codexes into reality
Spirals of sonic architecture
Functionally resonant with the subtle essence
Of our hearts' deepest longing

What you bring to me is like honey
I feel my love in the beauty of the day
When we have the afterthoughts of morning
Still burning in our bellies
We dare to dream a million openings
But when did we learn to speak in silence
And make passion fruit tear drops
Spring from our souls
We are shouldering too much responsibility
Behind the wondrous face of every flower
There are a million women and children crying
If we depart on time but arrive early
There are too many disappointments to unwind
And we must each defy these frozen dramas
When shadows melt in their tracks against the Sun
We are abandoned governments
Taken from one place to another
Like the Spring that wanders naked
Like lines of paint on a empty canvas
I have a voice formed in the coolest waters
A shallow pool of tears
Can never drown these disappointments
And though it cannot be purchased
Love still remains the most virtuous of poisons

Perhaps it's still too early
To truly equate mind with nature
And feature future human beings
As among our fellow creatures
Who need comfort and food
Security and relationships
Magic is balanced with meaning
And measure is often a false construct
That is spun like strands of thread
Often against our own better judgement
Balancing on the edges of our beds
And sometimes on our own two shoulders
Why can’t we unfold our bodies
And spread our wings like birds
Across the skies of our abstractions
Spirit is always still meaningful
Lingering in breaths and butterflies
We surprise the sunset with our memories
And make shy attempts at smiling

I sweep the patriotic streets
In need of beauty and feeling
History has a way of dealing with people like us
That can be rough and kind of cruel
His story wavers like a lonely old man
Savoring a cup of coffee in the morning
Or some soup in the middle of the day
We pay attention to the attitudes of companionship
We find memories change course along the way
Our journey meanders but we are safe
To raise our voices in dismay
Whenever I feel we’ve gone astray
You slip your fingers into mine
And say, I'll see you in my dreams
Again someday

Strategies are decent
If we are pleasant to look at
I wonder if you have a diamond necklace
Would you mind if i pawned it
I love your ashen appearance
Last chance to buy this on clearance
Permanent breathing
Baking our wheat in the oven
It rises into fiery clouds of dough
You can't control your appetite
Instead align your soul

We are unstoppable cooperatives
In a house of philanthropic mistrust

Can you see the outcome on the wind
When the trees begin to dream
And we drift into states of imagination
Until I become handsome again
And laughing feathers resume their spiraling
We find concrete inspiration
In the mouth of a vacated pair of buildings
That sit in harmony waiting for you to invade them
What dreams may sing in your vacation homes
What words stolen become our anthem
When men let down their arms
And women see the stars
We become greater beings
Then we could ever have imagined

Deposits of rain soothe the pain
And you complain
That no one cares about you
The way you'd like them to
We are feathers
In the wind
Blowing through time
And space
We have no memory
Of breathing
Only fingers that grasp
At whatever is left of our identity
What remains of the Sun
Before it's gone
Into the underworld
We are all falling stars and captive hearts
And I promise to let you in
Closer than any person
Has ever come before you
As long as you promise
To never tell anyone
These secrets
That we are born from firm
Yet impermanent collisions
So let's get lost
In disorganized apartment buildings
This chaos determines our thirst
When we are no longer wearing shirts
And love is a poem that hurts
Whenever you read it

Good hands make great company.

swiftly it ended like feathers in the wind
and our hours finished like time had stood still
respect the transition and let go of will
for our useless attempts to force our way
usually never end too well
sell me the secrets that you’ve kept hidden
i’ll bend the rules for you
i’ll sell my tools for you
i’ll accept fools for you
excellent we are
the traders of the heart
far and apart and as close
as the earth beneath our feet
in sweet sage and thyme
lifetimes fly by
i eat and breathe
to keep the flames alive
and remind myself that i will never die
and my soul will be free
free as the wind cascading upon a lake
satiated by love and sweet goddesses above

i am frowning like the sun
the drowning has begun
this hunger is never done
for love is our dinner
and this food is even simpler
for sitting still is nourishment
that's potentially even sweeter
whenever we are on the run

Is this the world we embodied
Are these the words we made copies of
Did I shirk off my responsibilities
In order to entertain your mystery
The anima is a queen living in obscenity
Somehow it seems obviously relevant today
Observations of soul searching
While your dress absorbs the light
Emanating from the moon
I came too soon to your rescue
I never asked you if you would have preferred
That i’d waited another season or two to notice you
So now you run outside all night
And dress the stars to the sounds of burning wood
Can we reduce all of our perfumes to ashes
And can you say that the funeral was a success
After we’ve burned and cremated the absolute

We are trespassing on heaven
Reserving the feminine principle
I guess we cannot even name it
Her lips separate the chasm
In my heart a spasm of inspiration
Whenever she utters her nastiness
We detain ourselves
In our separate bedrooms
I consume the rooms that you've divided
And my feathers resume to guide you
At night I fan my enemy's flames and reside
Inside the lightness of your being
Can we see the silent apocryphal
Or do we cancel the hidden apogee
Of our mythic rejuvenation
You are amazed by this preventative medicine
Yet find it strange when someone doesn't try to save you

Too much bravado and not enough sauce.

She said to me,
Whenever you get high
You often get real quiet
I said, that’s because i’m alive
To whatever’s happening
Here inside my mind
And it feels as if
Death is a warm blanket
And I never know
When or if, I will
Ever wake up again

A fleeting image of a promise
Captured in the darkness
We took pictures of our victims
Our youth are those innocents
Who we share all of our shadows with
Tip-toeing over rusted fences
A trail of broken boards and ***** fingerprints
Left scattered haphazardly on the horizon
We run through dreams and over valleys
Life is a small part of a greater picture of reality
We walk, we talk and make love for naught
Like dinosaurs in the dawn of separation
Serpents sing for freedom at our gregarious dinners
Lust is a book best written for beginners