Crumbling
The loudest crash
You’ve ever heard
Then another
Thankfully
It's already over
Before it stands
A chance
Of getting worse

But you can’t get rid of the dread you carry
So we take arrows and aim it at the sun
And punish the ones who have loved our fathers
And anyone else who dared to get here first

So many secrets taken into the forest
We are shaking like leaves in the dirt
You say, many hands make light work
Yet thousands of feet are unsure of this phrase
So they take turns in their innocence
Leaving dusty footprints in the Earth

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 all made out of diamonds, gold and poems
Written long ago on some dusty interstellar napkins

We are fathomless beings
Our faults lie in our voices
Not in our minutes
We are untouched by water
Hungry for the ancestors
We are old walking shoes
And slow moving vehicles
Sitting on the sidelines
Waiting for you to notice us

Humans are designed to respond
While among the many and the frogs
We suddenly became capable of song
A long time ago when
There really was not much
To say about the earth
There was only a pond
And while inside that wetness
We held our breath
Under water for far too long
Though we never drowned
We became the ground
And our souls were like a drop of rain
Now we hesitate to define
Our true place in the universe
Perhaps we are only a transient state
Of chaos and grace intermingling
As our words belonged
To another category of order
We are still in this all together
And there is nothing
That can change our attitude

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

how sweet it is to be lost
and tossed in the river
one hand takes the place of another
in a struggle to breathe
we are free to deceive ourselves
and for once take our own
side in the battle

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

a silent lover of beauty
furthering her art
between the spaces of dreams
and ancient nightmares
her fingers slip into everything
and become tangled like twine
rest here and unwind your heart strings
the scintillating heat
is blinding yet rejuvenating
if you choose to be a lover
then please uncover your soul
and give this naked silence
a fighting chance to grow

Contrasts are meaningful
And so is a wheelbarrow
But of all the imperfect beings in the world
I know that you alone are my equal

Everyone neglects you
But why are you
Affected by their attitudes
Why do you run and hide
Disappear and vanish into the night
When I am here for you
Not going anywhere
Just maintaining balance
Like a child i smile
At your aptitude for violence
Silence is divine
And the lines on your face
Are merely signs
That you’ve been trying
To avoid your feelings

A constant state of pain
Covers up your insanity
What was made was made
But don’t give in to apathy

ugly
beautiful
sort of messy
welcome to my world

We reduce our words
To merely talking
Happiness is your birthright
And mellow are the landmines
That blow up all your skies

We are trembling again and again
Women are rarely triumphant
Against their own demands
And men never truly understand
What it is they must defend
We are negligent and foolish at best
Yet its better to laugh than to pretend
That we think we know what’s best
We are really not fooling ourselves
But we are making fools of our self
Whenever we are not singing
Or even listening to
The Rules
Of our
Heads
Bodies
Fingers and feet
For they already know
Exactly how to dance
To the Beat of these diseases

Can you confirm that i’m relevant
Whenever human words fall short
We must again address our souls
In the dirt of a garden
My feelings are hurt
That you'd attempt to abandon me again
After all we’ve learned
What’s stopping you from compromising
If attraction is a form of tragic magic
Then teenage intangibles
Will one day recover all our samples

Smile,

You're on tell-a-vision.

Take your time tying them up
I have no need to redefine my faults
You retreat into habitual habitats
To rest in the attics of your mind
Mountains of meaning are piling up
But we can never climb them
Before the sun comes up
Love is a rusted out door frame
All our lies and games are meaningless
If you'll say that you love me
Just the same as yesterday

Vexate maliciously
We all once had everything
For hours of longing
Can never be that long
What a clever nightmare
To try and figure out life
Its about as useful
As trying to cut space
With a solid blade or knife
Though the skies
Would indeed be different
If we never tried to fly these kites

How about a moment
To stop and think and reason
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
Love is a machine
In need of some oil
We are spoiled and splayed out
Still there is no doubt
That whenever we really need to
We can’t seem to feel
These feelings too deeply

We hide in order to be found
The sound is bound to the hand
We are ****** if we disagree
So can we please release these threats
It seems we are committed to this failing
I am fettered to your body, like a skirt
Bound too tight it rides up your thigh
And I lie awake each night wondering
If you’ll ever let me back inside you

I persist in thinking
That i will eventually
Come to grips with this love
But it seems its not really a viable option
For you are given to hiding
Your fire in the chapel
That turned my hands into rusted spirals
And burnt embers of virtue
Love is a voice lost in the gutter
It's a boiling *** filled with leaves and herbs
While you make comfrey tea and drink cider
Made from the webs of an obsessive compulsive spider
We shake our hips to the inordinate sounds of sonic thunder
With every drummer on the planet simultaneously convulsing
So burn and burn again, make new friends
And eventually you'll stand a tiny bit taller
Until you share the weight of eternity that is placed on your plate
In the place where Prometheus dared to give these mortals their name
And forged the fire of freedom's flames into our destiny
Grief is a ****** lip
Whenever lies have slipped
From your mouth too easily
We take our turn-arounds with grace
As if life was just a beautiful graveyard
Where we display our hesitation a bit too hastily
Hundreds of cows dream and drown in this music
Their hunger is as abundant as your lungs are fruitful
Still your lips are useful for drowning in
So i penetrate the sound barrier's *****
Until your bountiful legs rebound off the horizon
At the speed of a mile a minute
There is still no time to waste or wait
For she obviously tries to break my heart every day
When there is no time for complacency
I contemplate drowning in the lake of your desire
As your lips are fiery threads that offer silence to the sacred
There are no highlighters here to underline your tears
Or mark the ways you’ve made the world a better place
Instead i choose to caress the left side of your face with my hand
Until the rest of the world notices our asymmetrical display of affection
And the room is now spinning in space
As hundreds of books fly from the shelves
And make eternity their permanent resting place
We try to edify ourselves too quickly these days
And I wont pretend to confess my sorrow to the dawn
Or try to control you with these words that you've outworn
For we both have already contended
That at the end of the day this love is probably
Not even worth mentioning

Before your words have echoed in the dawn, I have known them all along. Before the silence on your lips kissed my own, I was sure that I'd been alone. Before the emptiness in your heart spoke aloud, I'd wondered what went wrong. But now that I've heard the sound, I only choose to love this ground. I am patient as the snake for the time we take for granted is such a waste. Dream with power and wisdom shorn from the old skin that you've worn. Let the soul be ripped and spirit torn apart by the crippled hands the world forsake. Don't worry cause it won't be long, before your heart and mine will become one form. Surrender to this epic love and you're mind and body shall become the lioness' battle song. Roar into the dreary night, escape this pain and melt this frozen fright. Every time you caught my eye, I could feel my spirit rise into the sky. Every time you spoke to me, my heart beat in reciprocity. Take my love into your breath and it let it heal all that's left of past loneliness and regret.

burned rubber on the pavement
is this the thanks you gave for our engagement
send it all back to the drawing board again
i spent millions on your friends
so lend me the love you borrowed
show me the lines you’ve narrowed down to nothing
i am a something controlled by the one thing
love is my leader and where it goes i’ll follow closely
you are my existence without you i’d be nothing
justice is my father and he is all about our sovereignty
light is our dignity in these final hours of infamy
ignominious liars taste the funeral pyres eventually
all will rot within this tired melting *** of inequality
and when dinner is ready your chambers shall be empty

These dreams are a blue suit
That I’ve worn beyond it's limits
Made of flimsy little words
These otherworldly thoughts
Are the threads that join
Our avian souls to ancient nests  
When birds have fireplaces again
We all can have our own frame of references
So we drain the wells and the swamps
That are encompassing the darkness
These centipedes guard our hearts
Until in the end we free their many legs
Which are bound with solemn threads
Leading us to our inevitable depths
We are heading towards cacophonous dead ends
That we mistake too often for the sound of laughter
There is a place of innocence that we must have lost
If each night is a dream come too quickly
And now you dress your wounded feet in hungry stockings
As if i could feed your heart's tenderness
With all of gravity's faults and longings
Life is a tangled up rose bush
And love is a living garden
Time is a boiling *** of something
We can’t quite put our fingers in yet

There are probably seven million
Reasons why I shouldn't kiss you
Yet I miss you more than any of them

maybe its already over
maybe it never began
maybe it’s waiting
right around the corner
but baby you may never know
maybe its moving
maybe its using
maybe its cruising through the streets
maybe you are and maybe you’re not
i guess you’ll have to wait and see
maybe there’s a reason
and maybe there’s a feeling
or maybe we’re just an example
of what eternally may be

Lost in space, we slowly trace
The tragic frames of our restlessness.
Love is a spiral, I can’t bear to face
Without you lying here next to me.

Life is a complacent ***** grinder
Love is like the fingers that linger on your shoulder
While you wade through treacherous waters
I love to embrace the taste of honey
On your milk-chocolate coated tongue
We listen to the young and the dying
Who are crying out in accented whispers
That love is a candlelit river
Into which you must enter fully naked
Before the daylight comes

These concrete visions fill me with cognitive dissonance despite the diagonal whiplash inherent in walking these crowded streets swarming with dionysian eye candy
So i engage in correspondences with my own despondence and write symbolic sermons upon paper napkins describing indefinitely my plans to attend the universal assembly of neurotic narcissists convention
Until this dissolute disappointment directs me to dance with my sick eyed inner child whose tiny eyeballs look like two pools of quicksand hopelessly beckoning to the uninvited parts of my psyche to at the very least acknowledge him
Quick to the rescue my dissident anima rushes to embrace me as she pulls me blindly inside her waif-like body into the thickness of her essence where bliss is overtaken only by an oceanic reverie for the infantile irresponsibility of this unseemly situation
Eventually we begin to disentangle because differentiation always comes at a price too steep for me to climb and too stubborn for me to negotiate with or base my already unstable sanity upon
As the angle of the Earth to the Stars is relatively unknowable since it all depends on where in the universe you are at any given moment of creation that you wish to measure and compare the length, height and depth of your own arm to

if we need another epidemic
iʼll call the television and project it
all this entertainment is worthless
if we are ready to reject it
self appointed alcoholics
sort of miss the point of calling
donʼt worry about the results
when the tests are already expected
before anything is done
the outcome is already certain
from behind the hidden curtain
our politicians pull the strings
so many unsavory morsels
so many unapologetic beings
so many hidden activities
Odysseusʼ journeys
Hercules and other heroic epics
are always drastically broken
dented and retrospective
reflected in midnightʼs mirror
beams of light shatter our vision
if we wish to see clearer
ignite these threads of burning filaments
while syntaxes stimulate our impotence
immolated indigents
and dissident disappointments
your disingenuous indolence
indigenous and feral felines
blend with fragrances we miss

i believe in self reflection
yet am seeking something to keep me on target
the hours are cheap and never complete
until we have digested the depth of our sorrow
i’ll sing a song
for the children of the dawn
wearing flowers and bows
for gardens can grow in desolate spaces
and flowers can bloom despite your long faces
and i am a lion with canine precision
i am the darkness in the midst of mourning
sorrow is holy
words are worthy
under the impressive sky
i fly to the ethers
out from justice
the berries of hatred
secrete juice that is tainted
and stain our features with their unctuous secretions
did you waver
or did you savor
the fruits they forgot to give you
look for mediocrity in fields of melancholy
and grief strung on strings of bikini anarchy
a blessed nothingness
respect this drunkenness
relax and follow the sound into silence
have you once overcome violence with more anger
or is it smarter to whisper and release the need to be right
than to win a battle
that is taking over your consciousness

the mountains that chased you
through mazes and hedges covered in thistles
the briars that stung you like hundreds of needles
the nettles we boiled in kettles
for healing the drafts you caught
in rainstorms dancing wild like raindrops
striking pavement with bare feet thumping
to the music of heartbeats breaking
i say forsake the elemental demiurge
and splurge on a thousand year vacation

stores of goods and stories of the gods
rest heavily upon our shelves
we made stones from the heavens
and placed them underneath our beds
logical arguments are overrated
so satiate me with your longing
or the sight of your long legs
and whichever comes first
know that i will gratefully accept

I hear music as i'm drifting in and out of consciousness
We are all lotus flowers in denial of our fingerprints

romantic persistence
is equipped with it's own
fail-safe exuberance
but sometimes a parachute
remains necessary whenever
the act of falling in love
happens too unexpectedly

I am forever indebted to love's failures.

Again and again we pretend that the end is unknown
Until we forget that the entire point of being whole
Is to resurface from the depths of a volcano as a Phoenix
And make this living hell a magical place to make our nests in

Whose arms are in your reach
Whose eyes do you believe in
Whose hands do you feel the safest in
Whose kisses make you want to listen
Whose words make you feel the greatest
I don't know what you need from me
Or where we’d end up tonight
If we tried to go out dancing
But I’m hoping that you wouldn’t mind
If i kissed you with every inch of my being

to reignite passion first love your self
then nourish a practice
with discipline and compassion
and you’ll feel better too
in this existence we need certain tools
to know ourselves as managers
and maintainers of our own fuel
oh and finally the truth is told
that you must be personally
impersonal in everything you do