A language without rhythm is like a sword without a scabbard.

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

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

She was ensconced in a sentence.

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

In musty attics
With dust mites dancing
We defy the violence
With sympathy and compassion
Humanity's words
Are working daily to break free
We are ancient trajectories
Of Japanese action sequences
Happy to breathe sequentially
And see the sky's reflection
Shimmering softly in a fountain
Like water off a mountain we run free
To the breaking point
For the taking and the making
Is all we ever really need

She burned a hole in uncertainty.

remix the frequencies until our ears bleed
we are chaotic beings
and fried rice is pliant
and beyond plain to eat
are we compliant with these new rules
or do you yield to fear
and bear your fruit
to anybody who asks you to

i want to make you
fold over yourself in ecstasy
let out your deepest belly laughter
for the sweetest taste
is usually the moment after
you surround me with your aura
i am like burnt butter
while my hunger is ecstatic
this world is still bound to your heart
i long for a good ride
but instead we just bide our time
between divided highways of the mind
the lanes split like our insides
i am shy yet brave
i am like a stone in your fireplace
and i burn in your flames
yet still i am frozen in place
by your grace alone
i am overflowing
bursting with undeniable love
that contains both
the yum and the yuck

Your love is like a poem,
Cause it hurts whenever,
You try to speak to me.

In shaded rooms with swollen eyes
With faded light you sit and write
Until something in you dies
At the mercy of men
Who never truly cared
Justice gasps for air tonight

Love is a witch’s favorite broomstick
Congratulate your lingual frenulum
For it's offerings are very underrated
Your legs linger on my body hypostatically
Shall we make this tragic magic last
A little longer than is completely necessary
For pleasure is a purpose worth fulfilling every night
Humid lines arise upon our eyes
As the rain defines our fantasies
Underneath the sky it's dry
Until our cries seed the clouds with beauty and tyranny
In between sirens and syntax
Our shadows are absent minded raindrops
Funding designer headlines and retirement parties
Abated hangovers decry
That there is no longer any use  
In hanging around where we are not wanted
So we say goodbye to our pilots in a dutiful skyline
Confused voices meander fluidly by
As drunken longings feed the stars their flesh
We share strategies with the morning
It's up to you to attempt to deny this
Do we cry for those caged lions and tigers
Or for our own fragile sense of nakedness and separation
When life is dressed in desperation
Perhaps tonight we’ll finally get it right
Though we’ll never see the end to life
We so desperately need to make assumptions
That define our relationship to space
For we have yet to face our faulty tendencies
To try and encapsulate grace
Though the emptiness escapes our fate
If they are only present due to faith
Throughout the day I can taste
Measurements of movements in their wake
We laugh for days while our place holders are at stake
The less you know for certain
The more likely you are to get away with it

elemental neglect
the negligence of your body
the luminous display of your skin
the luster of the morning
brings me to my knees
again and again i beg for your lips
i feign submission
seeking your admission
that you already
know my intentions
before they are even spoken
combining strokes
as tokens of affection
with signals of misdirection
and what you have
is frequently mistaken for love

When you think you can
See through these illusions
But you only hear
Your own perspective
You are still just the same
Mainstream mundane
Monotonous
Meaningless pain
In the ***
That you've always been
As fast as a fault-line
You break down into fits of meanness
And attack packages and canvases
Art is your nemesis
And you are left alone in your pain
Fancy a walk in the dark
Through tree-lined streets
Where winter leaves it's mark
On every single fallen leaf
We are frightened of the emptiness
Messing with our souls
It often seems to me
The more people play games
The more they remain
The same similar creeps

make a space out of
the invisible waters
and swim in their beauty
please choose wisely
what you will do with your life
be of service and help others
to remember that they are god too
the grace of following the heart
the magic of sound
and abundance of color
are everywhere
the treacherous stare at nothing
and then make something appear
without appearing to think
forms are beyond the mind's ability
so unwind the heat inside of you
and create whatever is dying to be born
if you believe in yourself
your whole world becomes art
and wisdom waits for no one
man am i glad she appeared
with her scarves and her ears
its so clear how beautiful she is
like a vision of the earth
a morsel of love
peace and hope
this repetition lifts us up
she keeps spinning in her place
and dancing like a wave
returning you to her garden
i am watering her plants
and dancing with her serpents
she is speaking to me in everything
making music out of bees
and honey lightning
money and charades
dangers await but we overcome
some love is bigger than anything
it speaks for itself and brings what it needs
do we stop to eat
or greet the light in the snow
the restitution of our elbows
bending like wooden bows
reaching out and up towards our nose
forward we must go on
and over the hills
that make turns in our souls
curtains fall and i bow
mounds of snow and blue tears
steer clear of fear
and worshiping grief is cheap
as a lake full of paper money
sweep clear the streets of your mind
the city in twilight is fine with me
standing still
stark naked in the woods
falling down
we run towards ground below
we awake in the sun
and continue to burn in our love

Replenish the watering holes
With whisky and turpentine
The lines on your face are a warning
Reminding me to tread lightly
As I walk upon another's shadow

Action is undertaken too swiftly
Hatred is tolerated too indifferently
We are infants of grace
Whose frames of references
Are usually taken out of context
And haste is a biased perception
******* she claims
I never break my word
Nor have i ever heard
A more depressing story

Are you hysterical
In the truest sense of the word
What is a womb
But a place to keep your bird
A nest for some feathers
A place to rest and sleep
What is a sparrow
But another part of me
You are awake
While i dream of inspiration
You are awake
While i breathe into our arrangement
Commitment seeks misery
And places duty in our hearts
We each keep a piece of innocence
And hide it where no one ever looks
Blessed infatuation
I am intoxicated by your touch
Come and spend a moment here
Beside the rushing river’s grace
I keep traces of your journey
In my heart where they'll be safe

Whenever money is the root of all reverie,
Then love is the sound of the afternoon’s deceit.

I want to see those sacred structures
Mostly covered by your falling hair
I want to see the fabric of your despair
I want to reach the place inside you no-one ever dares to go
I want to make love to the whole collection of your psyche
I want to follow the entirety of your being
Into an underground cavern and swim blissfully
In the crystalline streams of your ever-changing soul

love is not a stranger
and surprisingly sometimes
its while weeding in the garden
with hands and knees
firmly planted in the dirt
that we actually uncover
all those secrets we are seeking

i fancy a fire every now and then
as all this lettuce makes me kinda tired
it contains opiates you see
and all of this is really quite funny
or i do believe it would be
if it wasn’t such a f@!#@^# tragedy
and what’s our capacity to feel
grief and desire simultaneously

Could we create meaning from objects
Tumbling like feathers from the tops of buildings
Could we collect the silence and place it in our bodies
Subjective fingers bring you eager categories
While seekers of feeling harbor no jealousy

I love surrounding myself with trees
In the sound of the afternoon’s receding
We are smiling fingers
Making gentle passes
Over everything that sings
We are balancing all of our bodies
On the ashes of the fire
Until we dissolve into our being
I will extinguish the need to be right
For silence is my argument
And tonight i only want
For you to dance with me some more
While my sanity is still intact
Yet endangered by your eyes
And if we ever meet again
Outside this space of hunger
It would be to tell each other lies
And brag about our happiness

Were you haunted from the start
And cursed to remove the fruits from the bough
Until this waterfall becomes your mouth
And these mountains are your roots
Like a cat you landed on your feet
And planted the seeds of mystery inside of me

I'd hate to arrest you for treason
But it is the season for grieving
And me in my innocence
Likes to fall asleep on your sofa
But before I met you
I'd often lie awake for hours
Rolling on my living room floor
I'd trace the waterfall's indiscretions
Now I compose poems made of fire
And we make love on a pyre
And even though I'm not a pirate
I’d steal your heart in a second
Though I know that you've had mine
From the moment I first saw you smiling

I am a poem wandering in the desert
I am a word chosen from the masses
You left your casket open
I suspect intention to be a lost cause
Forces of virtue soften our servitude
You swallow your dinner alone
Correct me if i'm wrong
But there is no place that you belong
Perhaps only to god and the devil himself
You don't get extra credit for breathing
But there is extra popcorn if you need it
Please sweep the floors and clean the dishes tomorrow
Your sword is as long as your shadow
We remove the arrows from our blankets
And then beat each other into straw-woven baskets
Severance packages excepted
We accept the accidents we've caused
You pursue hunger and wake up alone
Feet first I flew to the edges of the horizon
I am a child burdened with awareness
So forget the heaviness of the density we fell through
If you need some help i know just who to call
Forever waiting for there is only one hand that serves all
Unless you are worried about your soul, after all
There is no need for alarm as the fences are electrified
We are vivacious and vilified by our spouses
Doubt has ruined many beautiful houses
And turned what was once our home into a pile of stones
And you believe that companions are just creatures
Who have temporary need of each others' features

What can hide that taste of your sorrow
What can mask your grief and your hatred
What is swimming in your mouth and your stomach
Who is awakened by the sound of it's rumbling

In the morning we find our manners
And get out on the road
With little more than a cup of coffee
We truly can not afford to behold a bunch
Of flowers, nor to read these sordid letters
Until after lunch, when our itineraries are done
You come pry my eyes open with your fingers
And lift the curtains of my heart, in the evening
The stars are shining in wakeful tyranny
Defying everything I’ve wanted to become

i am branded again
saddened by the cruelty of men
women argue and children fight
life is boring and then we write
combine metaphor with shame
grief has no name
but a thousand faces
candid as the dawn
how i long for your touch
a last ****** before its gone
will you return
or will i be banished for my sins
best not to wait and see
instead i must learn to trust
explicitly in infinity
are we eager to be done
or are you just beginning
lips quake as i bow to you
my heart shakes and trembles like a leaf
the temples wait and remind us of simplicity
are our minds as tranquil as a lake
now we reside in peaceful quiet
and sense the edges of the wild
lines are changed and bodies rearranged daily
and have you come into your power lately

I paid the price my whole life
And now i forget to cry
Collapsing sunrises
Into high-rises and dental hygiene
We rely on music and ceremony
Hedgerows grow taller
Albeit the most neglected souls
Are often the most valuable
So we row our boats home
Through foggy rivers
And wade in this boggy water
Love is a rolling hillside
Dusty roads determine
Our healthy levels of oxygen
Eleven miles more to go
Until we fall upon some momentary magic
And mercury retrograde is almost over
With makeovers and madness
As the grass grows taller
Beyond our control
Is only ever an observation
The flow of misinformation
Makes mistakes because
It takes time and patience
To undo but not erase, the ordinary
And daily acts of violence
These visions, misgivings and poisons
Are like silent sirens singing
For us to follow them down deep below
The waves and the spray of Aphrodite's nascent soul
To their permanent home
Beneath the sea of unlimited long-term memory

the criminal element is lost
and you fought with your boss
its bound to be fraught with challenges
but that's what makes you stronger
all along the waters edge
the waves break and connect like threads
of poetry
lines of beauty
are curving at the moon
luminous intrusions before we are fallen
dreams seethe
with colorful landscapes
i am a blade of grass
with edges thin
as threads of astral fire

Her name was Cornelia
But people usually
Called her Cornbread
Children could be cruel
But she didn't know, that
Only adults can be sadistic

The shelf life of infinity is exponentially longer than its expiration date.

If you’ve never tasted what it's like
Then you won’t know what to expect
Until it happens again and again
So we protect our talents
Like we defend our beds
As if we are strangers taking strange advice
And turning ourselves into anthills and mice
Miscellaneous meanings are never opinions
So go on seeking your own wisdom
From tonight until tomorrow
We may find an ending to our cries
But the crisis of our lies will remain despite
The fact that we already know deep inside
That none of us can ever arrive here twice

Lime’s grow upon your skin
And hang from different parts of your body
Have we forgotten how to live with them
All your dinner plans have been canceled
And social distancing is our newest hobby
We may have to line up at the hospital
But make sure you have insurance
Now that life has become impossible
Our obstacles seem to get along quite nicely
You seek freedom from the devil
And maybe some affordable health insurance too
Love is not a watered down drink
In a back alleyway beneath the stars
It's a poem written while driving
Seventy five miles per hour on the freeway
It's speed talking
It's the sting of raw heat on your face
And a cool breeze between your knees
I see you laughing at me
And know that when i take you home with me
All the tables will have been turned upside down
And the whole world will be singing on repeat
Though I bet its no coincidence
That I encountered thirteen broken records
Not too long after i saw you
So I took your picture with me to the police station
And we turned it all around in our dreams
And borrowed some broken imagery
Love is a flatbed truck on the highway
Until we make a lifetime of mistakes
And take the next exit for some coffee
Your voice is a rest stop on the freeway
We take our chances wherever we find them
On the road to infidelity
We neither resist nor persist in our apologies
All love is worthy of being accepted not neglected
But I am compelled to necessary silence
Underneath your fertile skin
There is a courageous river flowing inward
And beneath our improbable appointments
We go and ask permission from the elders
If love is a torrential rainstorm
Then i'll take off all these masks
And joyfully I'll dance, naked in your lightning

Humanity is ***** and confused
Like an opossum in the daylight
We can't find our way without the help
Of something brighter than ourselves

In a world that is always
A bit too eager to go to war
You like to wrap yourself
Around my body like a vine
And make love to me slowly
Like a twelve toed sloth
Dancing in the dark

Bless her hands which hold no evil
Bless her eyes which see the truth
Bless her ears which have heard of all your failures
And bless her heart which has no use for them tonight

What have we come to
All this loneliness and desecration
Is nothing sacred
Is it all just a spectacle of naked bodies
Gyrating against inevitable decimation
Thrusting our hips
To time’s invulnerable rhythms
Life is a date without a curfew
But few know what’s in store
Have we lost our beacons
Do we know how to navigate
In a storm the size of a tornado

I realize there is a reason that
I write better when i’m hungry
Its that my senses are sharpened
Whenever the desire
To bite something is present

All of us
Everywhere
This is a testament
To tennis matches
And tornadoes
It's ambivalent and polymorphous
With residuals of hungry mothers
Lovers discover the territory of harmony
Words can’t reach their campgrounds
I found the Sun
Under a serpents den
Where men and women grow tired
Of burning their fields again
We need threads to tie our heads to the stars
So instead of lighter fluid we gather
Mustard in the yard and a garden of herbs
To bathe in; in the dark
The scent of mint is the immanence of heaven
A lavender symbiosis self-evident
Synthesizing sin and scintillation
A tangible tangent
Tantalizing and talented
Beyond our wildest imaginations
Your candle lit canopies
Are only rarely ever filled to their capacity

Lost continents drift in reticent rhythms
Hymns and hallelujahs concentrate our fate
And grace is a space of indescribable harmony
We are learning to accept beauty
As the consequence of our thoughts
And actions
Attraction is unavoidable
And if our boredom suggests that something has become insoluble
At least it's still a problem that can be solved
With a little compassion for one's own brokenness

Go on and tear off these bandages
Love is a many headed dragon
I can’t believe what i’m saying
Is it more likely that we will remain asleep
Or that while awake we'll contain a multitude of dreams
We are all a bit indifferent to our pain
Yet love remains the same despite our jealousy and shame
And sand gets in everything these days
Why are we shape-shifting again
When these shoulders bear a heavy weight
That they already struggle to maintain
They are like unknown soldiers in another country
Longing for the comforts of home
And if you’ve outgrown these uniforms
Than it's time to find some new clothes to wear already
I feel we must share our stories and hold our voices close
For tonight your body is an isosceles triangle
With equal arms and legs, we have long defended
These isometric forms are the cross we each must bear to face
Since we are destined to carry it for all of our days
Life is a lonely road home when you choose to walk it alone
Under the shadows of the trees
We divided our myths from the mystery
Melancholy and sadness do not bother me
Yet still I am afraid to dream of that infinite hole
So i steep tea and then drink more coffee
We are like sheep letting our wool grow wild
Among the flowers you roamed for awhile
And your stubborn dependence upon objects for identity
Seemed both a little funny and a bit frustrating
When a common sign of the times is for everybody
To eventually arrive in their own time
Upon a gentle hysteria that only
Reluctantly, shares its borders with uncertainty

You reprimand the cathedrals
For being too aggressive
I say this is how we dance
When garbage cans are filled
With romance and fragrance
Perfume lingers upon the sandwiches
We made salad and falafel
Life is a tragic kerfuffle
Your youth are dramatically disabled
Capable of absolutely anything at all
When the direction you face
Makes all the difference in the world
And is it a waste of space
Or are these just some bad apples after all
This architecture accentuates our apathy
Like invisible lattices of grass and confetti
This convivial refinement
Among residues of divine juxtaposition
Are merely shadows of impermanent particles
The angles and angels decline to comment
On aspersions and false lies cast upon the firmament
As the pleroma abides in its alibis and denial
We shall smile and wave at our own funerals
Compliments are common mistakes
And can still be upsetting all the same
When we are undeserving of our fame
Untruthful allegations sparkle drastically
Against waves of inference and declarations of futility
We have underestimated the choices we made
And sometimes love is just a courageous mistake

shred those letters
lift off your sweater
and make love to me again
by darkness’ comet
i have sworn my heart to someone
and can never forget her face
in traces of music
invisible spirals
make their forms against the
waves of time

grief is a form of madness
that only some are worthy of.

Her desire is a fireplace,
But I am just the chimney sweep.

I should have left you
I knew it from the beginning
But you had the face of an angel
So I stayed even after
All the killing had taken place

Excusez-moi ma cherie
Love is too far to reach
But i beseech you to teach me
The ways of subtle strangers
Who play with words made of fire
How can we make magic with our desire
When there are only ten lonely fingers
Wrapped tightly around a wire
The personification of submission
Deserves our entire attention
You are no more or less of a person
When there are only a few
Extraordinary people who adore you
Love is a fundamental force
It rocks you off your course
And you must pass through  
A million phases of transformation
Each day is a situation you can handle
Another milestone placed upon the mantle
We are living examples
Of candles burning in the dark
I see treasure in the sky
A line between colors that meet your eye
Love is the sound of rice
Falling on the kitchen floor
When morning was born
We tried to disintegrate all of our shadows
But the room had been filled with arrows
So we laid on the ground and wondered
It was then I saw you whispering to the thunder
That love was an entire mountain
And we have never known hunger
Bigger than a volcano before
We saw the birds return from their migrations
And all our hearts were blooming
In the libations of the sun
Your tears water down a river
And the rafts of your heart are bound with fibers
We share in all of our shadows
Until our minds become vibrant and entangled