oh!
ohhh thank you,
thank you great body,
great god! s~h-e's got my soul
embodied in earthflesh earthflesh
grown from warm soil sacred soilflesh
and redriver lifeblood's lifemud is flowing!
flowing through treelike neural pathways
dendritically branching
branching out into my
starflesh vessel
and there's no sense
in wrestlin' with myself!
My vessel vessel is
embraced worldwide
from the inside
from the inside with mycelium!

Mycelium!!
and I am a mushroom!
I am a spore!
I'm a planet!
I'm a particle! and
I'm pumping away like
waves crashing on a shoreline! and
I'm breathing inward turnaround
outward turnaround chillin'!
maxin', waxin' and wanin'!
pushin' and
pullin' it through my sails
as I sing sweet songs of sunfalls
and moonrises floating and falling
over the horizon like a
crescendo-decrescendo and
I've got roots!

I've got roots that stretch
to the ocean floor and I've got
a thousand pound ethereal steel toe boots
and I am Drinking in the ocean and
I am drinking in heaven's Reflection.

I close my eyes to see and
I remember to breathe! to
breathe slow and I can see!
I can see the keys as
buzzing bees in the leaves
of the trees dancing with great breeze
oh great breeze!
sway swing sway sing
sing a song singsong, please!

breathe it with ease,
breathe it with eeease!

mmm

I'm I'm I'm not your child, I'm the universe's child. I'm a child of the universe, my own child, and you're not my mother. I'm my own child I love me I do me do re mi and you're the universe's mother. You're the mother mother of the universe, your own mother, and I'm your child. I'm your child child. And you're my mother, mother, I love you. And you're your mother. And you're your child, you love you you do you re me fa sosososoooooo

I'm a bug I'm a little bug and I've got wings like the faerie feathers of humulus lupulus and I've got gilded fractures and they're a silly spiderweb I like to catch myself in sometimes and bounce bounce bounce around sticky wings sticky wings trampoline and here comes the spider he looks quite a bit like I do but he's got far more eyes than I remember and **** do I look tasty tasty let's tie you up tie you up I wanna see you squirmmmmmmmyum scrum didlyumptious

and every strand is embraced by little pieces of ceramic and I'm a broken bowl with biting social commentary sewed back together with the gold leaves of King Louis XV's little harpy harp

rococococococococococococococo

So speaking of the future
is speaking pure fiction
and speaking of the future is fun

but speaking of the future can be horribly misleading and speaking of the present can't be done

So speak love not worry 'cause it'll go down in history

'cause we're here to turn fiction into fact and fantasy into reality

and we're here to write our own story so read love write love not worry

and we're here to spin thought to action so think love know love don't hurry

and the speed of love is as slow as how photons perceive us to be moving...

Oh, unknown chimera
you've ingrown
into my soul
like an inside out follicle
and you've got me burnin
like the Sahara sans aloe vera.

In vino veritas, in aquas sanitas.
And you know how much water there is to go around in the Sahara, so let's drink this fine wine
at least this time, and
let's find the rhyme that
shifts the paradigm.

Lovers do tell,
what's your bother,
whose your very own belle?
It seems you've turned over your shell and are moreover well-done than a sundried brick after church on sunny Sunday.  

And you haven't even
given it a tried and true lick.
Cigarette smoke, ash, and flick.
You only dribbled a little spit, ****, I see. Your dumb tongue stung was my B? Sorry. I guess you won't bother to taste the salt.

Drib drab, drib drab
rub it in my peeling scabs.
Oh my dank dab lung shank,
that's simply ab-fab. Really, at the same time it's everyone's fault and no one's at all. Brick wall fall and

I can't even remember what happened, but I can still remember how it felt...

Well, a nice solid wind and my ******* sails flew. Gotta loosen my belt if I'm gonna gobble up all of your insensitivities.

You can apologize more than a slimy politician, but even a marsh of muculent mucus could make me feel better than you did.

Throw out the key.
I'll leave my door locked, but you're a steel toe boot in the door with eyes sewn shut and I'm a stepped on tail with a high pitch yelp.

Oh my god, I'm so sorry!! Pet. Pet. Pet.

Leave me alone.

cracks in
the surface
spiderweb crisscross
across the frozen eyelid
of the lake

cracks in
the surface
split dendritically
across the ragged planes
of my arctic fingers

capped with
weather-worn callouses

swimming through
my thick hair frosted
with sun drop water crystals
and dry winter dandruff

snowflake scalp fluff
finger fly skin flurries
and I'm a coldfront

I'm a thunderhead
icicle snowdrift
I'm a rolling cloud
ice gale moonmist

trekkin through the
frosted forest with

fairy dusted
smiles and
snow filled
mittens

I'm a
fickleberry
tick tack
pick pack
**** it like a
smoke stack and
poke it with a
thumbtack
through the front
and out the back
and swan dive
into the cork board

leave it for another day
move on forward but
don't forget to stop
and pray

tongue tied
in a knot today
like a cherry stem
tongue tried
quite a lot, I say

to carry them
ever-powerful silly
magic mouth sounds

I went for a walk today.

hop scotch skip skop and
a bubbly trick in the pocket

we can go and
we're gonna make and
we can scintillatingly pop it

silly sunshine faucets

drip drop pop
dripping droplets
of light rain sunstain sundials
spinnin' at a thousand lightmiles
per second and

tasting of crystal pools
from the eyes
of the sun child
quite beguiled,
and certainly not mild,

'cause they're just singin'

they're singin'
radiant pure life bright light
ripple clear glass glisten

clear water shimmer

ripple dimple smile

eyes reached
crowfeet and
shimmertooth
laughter

Fahrenheit of love
carry the dove
to and from
The Lord of peace
and gratitude and
be only what you need
in simplicity to be
as you are and
you exist because
you belong like a bubble of funk
in a soul jazz orchestra and it seems you are suspended with your surface dictated by the outward radiation of your innermost black hole diamond fire mirror sphere and the inward pressure of thousands of galaxies but you are infinitely effervescent, you bubbly buffoon, you take it easy there with your galactic monsoons, you hurricane gale force love storm! you can swirl an ocean into a whirlpool but let's have some fun lets have a lot and with our lovicanes we'll stir the *** till we see fit 'cause you know if you let it sit for too long the **** rises to the top so stir it up don't leave it up to luck you've got to jump into love and fall forever instead of tripping and falling like fickle birds of a feather so untie the tether and we'll go from hither to tither together and we'll make it better every time

"Gratitude is the attitude,"
the fat priest said,
as he was getting ready
to spready his leggies for you.

He was tryin' to
sum up a hymn 'r two
before he finished suckin'
yer cryin' cockatoo

and I don't have to tell you
that it wasn't nice, dude!
'Cause well, you weren't singin' like you used to,
or how he wanted you to, you bad boy you are
confused and forgiven but no longer can you feel innocent,
you're a sinner you ARE a sinner, and He MADE you that way,
in His image he MOLDED the clay, NO! Not 'He'!
Everyone. Every single one.
You.  

**** the use of these patriarchal pronouns in reference to The Great Spore Spitting Blossoming Mushroom Flower that we're all giving birth to and dying from simultaneously and, seriously, I'm a little bit tired of these petty **** terms with which we're supposed to identify each other. You can't define my identity with your silly communication system, that's an internal state that I externalize on command and sometimes not! Sometimes it just comes out, but it NEVER comes from the devil's mouth, unless it's my own **** devil. Give me a new ******* pallete. I pray for a sensitive tongue.

For God's sake we make ourselves and we make each other.
For God's sake if we make ourselves out to be failures, then we are making God a failure, and what's that? Laaame! But what's That?! What's that I feel? Is that some discomfort with the usage of the word 'God'? Is that a lingering connotation from the days of THIS IS WHAT GOD IS, nothing else, NOTHING else? Well **** that too! That's an endless maze you won't find your way out of until you scale the walls! SCALE THE WALLS! I make God in my own image, but I don't OWN the image. You've gotta BE the God you want in this world. Sometimes I do it when I showah 'cause I have the powah. Sometimes I do it when I'm chillin' with the great lake spirit and the great tree dendritic spirit cilia that reach up and out of Gaia like loving arms awaiting a tender embrace from a lover after years of reaching for something that cannot hold them but truly must be BEHELD. And so I learned they are always beholding as they reach.
That there's always more to behold.
And so that's why they grow.
So that's why we go,
it's why we flow.

So let's make it a collaboration.
Let's make it a celebration!
We can behold it all forever.
We can behold it all together!
Well, sometimes. Not always.
We all need space, y'know?
It's healthy.

gratitude
longitude
gonorrhea
gonna free uh
my soul, I guess...
and by so doin' I
guess I'll be freein'
everything and nothin' at all

because it's all just a fall
between the masters
and their dolls and
nothing is free until you
take it but, guess what?
it's not ours to take!

it's ours to fake until we make,
'cause freedom isn't something
you can have, it's something
you can be, mufuckas say
freedom ain't free, well ****,
that's 'cause it's priceless!

so slice and dice this,
I'm a pretty rainbow Pegasus
sittin pretty sittin flightless
'til I can understand that I might just
be a rhyming hippopotamus
whose rhymes are unfortunately fatherless and
c'mon, papa, don't you wanna see where the story goes?
and not abandon your words on the side of the road like a dead rose froze crackle crack thorn ***** blood and I love you but I'm freezing and I can see you leaving like another medicine wheel spinning but this time there's no sugar and it's starting to taste a little too much like a salty silk noose around here, but I'm just a silly goose and I'm just trying to break loose because I'm a ******* water buffalo with ten thousand pounds of dreaded days weighing me down. So it's time to break me down 'cause it's orange jumpsuit day and that means it's time to play on Guantanamo Bay. 

Don't you dare speak about that!
Okay, I guess we're just a horse girdle saddle strap bit heel to the side and canter, but can't my blinders be at least a little bit smaller?
It might help.

what has been done

cannot be undone but
I can see myself slowly
becoming that way anyway

unraveling like an old sweater with
it's loopholes getting caught on the thickets of the worse and better in the cold weather dead forest pine bramble gamble game, I'm naked and tangled in a spool of yarn like a playful kitty but I've played myself into a knot of the nitty gitty and I'm getting caught like a feather in the crisp breeze of blame and it's a shame that breeze's blowin' around like a thousand pounds of seemingly weightless names and it's a shame we can't be so tame, so lame...

and I surely can't seem to play

when I've laid my sick dog to rest
in a golden trove at the flower grove after I've paid my dues to the devils in my chest and I keep telling myself that it's all for the best, that I can't have nothing but the best, I say
and then I pay, pay, pay
and pray all day for
someday

I'll be able to play like I used to

I am a gloriously amorphous glob of tidal identity waxing and waning from unrecognizably dissipated thought systems to cohesively recognizable energetic structures. Behold, I am typing words and as I do so I am dismantling the very foundation of my preexisting paradigm because as it is dismantled it is no longer the existing paradigm but even so the existing paradigm is always the existing paradigm in that it is operating currently. Hurrah!! Onward, to where no one has gone before, to where no now has never evered till this very now! To infinity, and before that!

water glass
shatter
sun scatter
sun kissed blue sky
blue love white mists form
god's ****** cloud fists and
rumble tumble fumble
dipper dapper dilly dally
rainbow mumble
splatter thunder
shimmer

bright light
dial dimmer
turn it down
let it simmer
turn it around
and stop

look around, listen
see if you hear the trees glisten
try to taste the motion of the ocean
and love the motion
love the motion

spin too softly trip on gravity
feels like a dandy
drilled cavity,
pulled tooth
waiting in the breadline
feeling forced like a punch line

I need to be here.

water drop

__

this morning I watched '
I watched the memories of my dreams
fade in real time
real time
almost like a fault line
building pressure where it's
cracked the surface, it's a circus
ready to spring up
buttercups
like us, at any moment '
earthquake blossom, paradigm shift
jazzy blues guitar riff
crescendo climbing, climbing, and
diving off a tall cliff
splash! '
can't miss
glass water shatter
sun kissed blue mist
rainbow shimmer
water drop
splatter
driptip
tap

Holding my breath,
I'm floating
up, up, and awaay
darkness beneath me
I break the surface
and take a deep breath
of sunshine as I wake up
and rise up
and then i've got some
time to exist in peace.

before I start focusing
before i start noticing...
before i start getting caught
getting caught in the thickets
caught in the thicket thoughts
thicket thoughts
thickets

so now I'm trying to savor that blurry time
'cause I like to walk that blurry line
between sleeping n' leaping
from keep to keep

because life is just one blurry line
...
between sleeps

__

I pour a line of salt onto a table
and it's dissipating around the edges
and you can see the surface beneath it that
rises up like a mountain range and
I'm rising out of the ocean like a *******
performing an interdimensional ion exchange
and I'm a surface rising out of a sea of salt
and I am an ocean rising
out of an ocean rising
out of a surface
of a surface...

waking up, up
and away

waiting weightless
waitless
1/18/15
8:43am

' hand rest chest
thumpthump
thump ''

' that heartbeat is a
metronome of waxing and waning
rhythmic tides and it's an '
everchanging time signature
to my overture overture and '
hand off and unsettle and '
thrown into uncontrolled rubato~ ''

' fizzy brain
spinnin dizzy
spinnin circles
spiral spiral ''

' life over my shoulder
strapped to my back and
I'm flowing like a river
down the elevator ''

' opening down
the seam and out ''
I step and roll heel toe
heel toe '
eyes flick side and side
glass door push open and
box and glass door push open and
push open push open and
open... ''

' cold streets are
the downbeat to sleet '' — '

it's frozen roads going backwards
and I'm going backwards with all my lackwords ''

...slushroadslick. '

I'm returning and leaving
like a medicine wheel spinning
and there's a dead grackle soaking
next to the curb slippery
with toxic runoff... '

...crystal water
melting '

my shoes slide from left
to left and I've up and left and
I'm climbing down the
right side of a staircase
and it's a case and it's a way
that stairway

and that last step
is 9:13am last step flat
and platform dead and
sleepy benches waiting for
the listless waiting
for the waitless ''

' waiting , waiting ''
I hop on and hide... '

the silence is sacred ''
the eyes are averted
and it's one of the
thousand different silences '
it's one of the rumbling ones
but then it's broken and
it's broken by an angry one '
and we're all alone in a railcar
with seven others, we're all alone
and she breaks it, ' she breaks it by
spilling angry nothings into the phone
that she pushes tightly to her skull '
and she grips it and she breaks it and '
and she breaks it and '
I hop off and run...

and once again I'm a
thousand different faces waiting '
but right now we're two
watching watching the
hopping sparrow ' and
it is so alive with it's
warm fluffy feathers
soaked with life ''
'

and everyone is shuffle shuffle pacing ''
' but every body stands still with eyes saccading...
sweep sweep, '

stay where you are,
in your lateness ''
and your action
is in your inaction
weightless... '

waiting to
hop on

"I love you."
"I love you too!"
"I wanna give you the universe."
"We can share it. With everyone."

fall into love with me
and we'll fall out together
jump into love with me
and we'll fall forever

You are the artist.
The artist is love.
The artist is a creator and the creator is an artist.
The art is the artist and the artist is the art.
The artist is the seed, the garden, and the gardener.
The gardener, the garden, and the seed are the artist.
The artist plants seeds of themselves,
seeds of energy, thought, and emotion,
in the garden of their life.
The soil must be hydrated and nutritious
in order for the seeds to reach their fullest glory.
Once the seeds crack and
all of their insides come out,
it will continue to grow.
The artist gives them time, space, and love.
The artist will love them
as they love themselves, and
if and when the plants have grown,
they will blossom out of their garden and into others.
The seeds are shown and they are there to be sown and
so as you sow so shall you reap.

You are the art. You are the artist and the artist is love and the love is the creator and the creator is the artist and you are the art. The artist is the art and the art is the artist. You are love and you plant seeds of yourself. You plant seeds of energy, thought, and emotion in the garden of your life and you are the garden. You are the garden and you are the gardener. The seeds' shells crack, the insides come out, and everything changes, and your shell cracks and all your insides come out and everything changes. Tendrils reaching up and up and it is growing and you are growing. You are giving them time to grow, space to grow, and love and you are giving yourself time to grow and space to grow and love... to grow. The plants will grow and grow and you will grow and know that they will blossom and you will blossom and when they blossom they will blossom out of your garden and into another's and so shall you.

water glass
shatter
sun scatter
sun kissed blue sky
blue love white mists form
god's ****** cloud fists and
rumble tumble fumble
dipper dapper dilly dally
rainbow mumble
splatter thunder
shimmer

bright light
dial dimmer
turn it down
let it simmer
turn it around
and stop

look around, listen
see if you hear the trees glisten
try to taste the motion of the ocean
and love the motion
love the motion

spin too softly trip on gravity
if feels like a dandy
drilled cavity
pulled tooth
waiting in
the breadline
feeling forced
like a punch line

I need to be here.

water drop

this morning
I watched
I watched
the memories of my dreams
fade in real time
real time
almost like a fault line
building pressure where it's
cracked the surface
it's a circus
ready to spring up
buttercups
like us
at any moment
earthquake
blossom
paradigm shift
***** blues guitar riff
crescendo climbing and
diving off a tall cliff
splash!
can't miss
water glass shatter
sun kissed blue mist
rainbow shimmer
water drop
splatter
driptip
tap

If what is subconscious
is outside of our
conscious, waking perception
then maybe life is simply our attempt
at understanding what's beyond that line.

Maybe in dreaming
our perception crosses that line,
like a molecule undergoing osmosis.

Maybe then dreaming is our attempt
at understanding where we just were.

Disconnect
It happened to me
but it's not a part of me
Trigger

I can feel it now
Push it down
down down
down
Guilt

Shut up
You're fine
It wasn't that bad
It doesn't matter anymore
Besides, I loved them
I still love them
It's ****** up
Shame

Shut up
Don't say it
They'll judge you
Others have had it worse anyway
Your story doesn't matter
Shut it away

Back in the closet

Where you grew up

i wake up
i rise up
and i've got some
time to exist
in peace.

before i start noticing

before i start getting caught in the thickets
before i start getting caught in the
thicket thoughts thicket thoughts

I am trying to savor that blurry time
I like walking that blurry line
between sleeping
between leaping
from keep to keep

because life is just one blurry line
between sleeps

a line of salt poured onto a table
dissipating around the edges
you can see the surface
beneath it
it rises up like a mountain range
I am rising out of the ocean like a *******
I am a surface rising out of a sea of salt
I am an ocean rising out of a surface
out of a surface out of a surface
I rise up.

puer
puera puerae
puella puellus
puelli
mani
cured and trimmed
too close almost
cuticle cut
blister sigh
blood blister
blood blossoming beneath
the nail bed
hit it right on
the nailhead
shaved legs,
and a neckbeard.

sledgehammer Sally
sips sweetly from silly
saddle-wearin' thoroughbred
unicorns

I am a fairy faun from
deep inside your frightful
wardrobe roaring lion lyin'
through the skin of my teeth

ice queen itch
I scream for
tag team *****
*** bag drag teen
ditch

pull queen grab
done deal dean
pull mean
and drag me in and
pull me out and
grab a hold and
leg it go and
let's flow and

I'm a ******* princess
gasping
and I'm Prince
Caspian
dead and
drowning between
blurred lines between

between the read the lines blurred

and I'm just trying to reach through

the seemingly subtle spaces
in between rows of words
between letters and faces
but every line and every
curve of the pen is an
iron bar and I'm just
trying to reach through
reach up through
all these symbols
pull myself out of
all these vague
misrepresentations
of understandings and
I accidentally cut myself
on the serrated edges of
the pixelated abstractions
and drip drip

Let's get some coffee.

death is a dissolution of the self into the surround
life is a condensation of the surround into the self

we are dying and living simultaneously

Some may think it strange, but

If you don't let them change,
If you don't give them space, and
If you don't give them room to grow...
then you are stunting them.

You have hurt the very soul
you wished to heal
with your love.

You are putting a flower in a metal cage.
You are keeping a butterfly in a glass jar.

"But they fell in love,
and their love was so great,
that nothing could tear them apart

and they lived happily
ever after,

right?

I could never let them go..."

You can fall in love with a memory.

You can fall in love with a pretty picture.
and you can hold that cold polaroid to your chest
and you can say "I like this best."

but you can't lay your head on its chest,
and you can't feel its heart beating

and you can't exchange a loving glance,
something so beautifully fleeting

and you can't feel its breath on your skin,
because it isn't breathing.

They are not a moment to be stolen.

So come back here to now,
The picture is ever-changing.
pay attention —

Open that metal cage.

Let that flower blossom
for the entire world to see.
Uncap that thick glass jar,
and set that butterfly free.

You may not be with the same person forever,
but realize that they aren't yours to claim...
and they'll never be the same,
ever

So let them have that fresh air to breathe,
and give them space to fly

Let them have all the room to grow,
and you won't have to say good-bye.

the picture isn't
always pretty past
that silly second dimension,

but it's always alive.
So wondrously alive!

love me senseless

wh-why why can't
you try...
why can't you try
to understand?
wh-wh-what's it
that's stopping you
f-from reaching out
and holding their hand?
what's stopping you
what's stopping you
from trying to feel
what they feel?

th-th-that may be
th-th-the only way
you'll get c-close

deny them
and deny yourself

smile
smile smile
pick flick pick
vial file pile
sunkissed
crystals
faded amethyst
clear bright
sun sun
silly sun
say sigh sigh
silly pencils
sigh sigh and
writing writing
dies dies
and writing dies dies
and I can't take my eyes
I can't take my eyes eyes
off the living living
off the flying

and I can see them
I can see them falling
I can see them dying dying and
I can see them dying and
I can see them trying trying and
I can see them trying and
prying prying prying
trying trying sighing
trying sighing
dying dying
die die
smile

the story is woven and
somehow the same string is
caught in loops
around itself
and somehow

somehow it makes a fabric
somehow it creates a universe

there's space
between every loop
but that's what holds
the warmth inside

fuzzy pockets
filled with love

the stories are interwoven
and somehow our stories
have been knitted together
somehow we are caught
in loops around
one another
and somehow

somehow we make a fabric
somehow we create a universe

I'm just sitting here
idly interpreting things of purpose
because apparently
we're here to make
Things
out of senseness.

I'm actively miscommunicating
purposeful everythings
because we're
actually
not here to make sense of
foreverthings.

Psh, neverthings. Blablabla alwords!
Anythen, you overstand, left?
Up.

sorry fickle fanatic
friendly fuzzy teddy bear
beetle on its back trying
to turn over with a pen
from a bouquet of pencils
bouncing ink stain firewall
bouncy ball

sitting on a turnstile
with tessellated tiles
counting liars for miles

I'm sorry if I'm being such a fickle fanatic.
Should I be ashamed? I am confused.
I just want to be a fuzzy teddy bear
but I'm just an angry beetle
on it's back trying
too hard
to turn over
and I feel guilty now.
I turn over and inside out
with the help of a pen from a bouquet
of pencils bouncing on ink stains
firewall bouncy ball
sickness
I feel uneasy

I'm sitting on a turnstile
watching the tessellated tiles
as I count liars for miles

shuffle shuffle click click

sorry girlboy
boygirl **** that
find some ******* friends,
you fuzzy teddy bear
you're a beetle trying
to lay on its back and turn over

try writing with that pen
you'll find it's a bouquet of truths
pick one out and run with it
they're all just bouncing
ink stains

You sit there on a turnstile
watching hundreds of your selves
shuffle shuffle on click clicking
you count yourself over and over
and you're the tessellated tiles
you're watching yourself
counting liars

use rugs and ****
yeah or animals
or the scalps of white men
feels good beneath your toes

Gods ruling
over dolls and
miniature houses

'I want that.'
'No.'
'That.'

'Give me that.'

Change it up

Spotlights on us

seemingly illuminating
and otherwise blinding

can't see the audience
can't tell the difference
between time and space

different manifestations
of each other creating
infinite mandalas
poured into rivers

tones rising out
of and falling into
silence

I trip over words and pick the sounds out of the scrapes in my palms

I make motions to pick up the gravity but my actions are glitchy, disconnected

an abstracted cadence
remote inflection
radio nuance
rhythm break

modal static living in stasis

ants on a screen as grains of rice
with bubbles in a glass of beer
merging like two tones
harmonizing on a
secondary tonal plane

move me like a modulation
end me like an infinite crescendo

I am suspended
over several tones

just let it go
and I am resolved

follow where the voices lead

I'm a grinnin' black hole, darlin'

Y'can't see to the bottom
of the center of my universe

I'm an ever-hungry ditch

spin spin
spin around me
and drip your lights
down my thirsty throat

I sip too swiftly

choke on sunshine

wait!
don't cross the line,
there's no turning back -

too late...
universes collide and
collapse into one another

I was fearful as I was
flying by the seat of my pants

so I'm sorry that I loved you by the skin of my teeth

because my smiles were as good
as blank stares to a blind horse
for which I wrote a thousand words
to paint a pretty picture

but music isn't about the notes you play
it's about the notes you don't

they speak volumes louder
than a thousand perfect paintings

but then I found it better
to remain in simple silence
to be thought of as a fool
than to speak and
remove all doubt

but I missed that special stitch in time
the one that saves another nine

and now I'm sewing patches
on ripped recycled fabrics

planting seeds in sorry gardens
that as I sow so shall I reap

but now I lay me down to sleep
and I pray the light my soul to keep

but I'll let the darkness hold me now
and guide me through the night

better to light a candle
than to curse the dusk

it is always darkest before the dawn

All year long the sun has strived,
to bring its light to life.

To rise and fall every single day,
through harmony and strife.

Through the Spring and return to life,
seeds are planted, grown, and nurtured.
Through the Summer and fruition,
fruits are plucked, prepared, and eaten.
Through the Autumn and return to death.
Plants are turned into the soil,

a returning to the source.

The Sun and Earth
Swing in celestial dance
a motion of merry mirth

From life to death
and death to life
a cycle of rebirth

How our legs are weary now
Our roots take nothing in
We sink into the soil now
Spinning with goofy grins
(I'm dizzy!)

Cradled by the mother
In the arms of darkness
The sun is still in silence,
in tranquility at rest

With a loving embrace
to heal the weary Sol,
we breathe out
in cosmic balance.

The night is at its longest.

The sun emerges
from the hug of darkness
and we breathe in the light
expanding within and throughout

The sun is returned!

Midwinter is here!
Midwinter is here!

Solstice wisdom,
spirit and cheer!

Spirits of mirth
Welcome here!

Spirits of mirth
Welcome here!

We are the rising sun!
We are the change!
We are the ones
we are waiting for!
and we are dawning...
We are the rising sun!
We are the change!
We are the ones
we are waiting for!
and we are dawning...
We are the rising sun!

My unseen tears
condense onto windowpanes
as they're smashed open by codependent assumptions.

Blinding
blunt force flashlights
shatter sharp shards of light
across the darkest crevices
of my soul.

Impatience
and uncertainty
leads to reactionary behavior.

Do not plant flowers
in the gardens of someone
who cannot take care of their
own plants.

Their soil is unsaturated
with nutrients.

How can you expect to enjoy the fruit of their love?

I am a withered plot.
I am the dead of winter.

No one is interested in how it has died.
They are only upset that they can no longer feed themselves.

What you see is what you get.

and I like to use humans
as rags, scrub 'em in the dirt
and throw them away.

Ha

How can we expect to grow if we cannot bask in each other's fullest glow? We are sunflowers hidden in separate caves, lit with lone candles.

It hung there on the wall
Staring back at me
Warped as my soul
A perfect reflection

I could see the beauty
in all the hills and valleys
but the way the light bent
into and over them
showed me an
ugliness

It minimized that which I had magnified
and magnified that which I had minimized

It hung there on the wall
in the hall
Looking into my soul
A serene pool of sharp
metallic truth
glassy

I've seen you before
and when I broke you
it left me bleeding

I found myself
and I found myself
running away

I don't want to hurt you anymore
I want to love you

but it's so hard to even look
at that flat mirror warped reflection
warped reflection

Everyone's a different person
with every different person.

I look for you
in the darkness
of my shadow
and rain drops
are dripping from
my closed curtains.
I can't see anything.

All I find is myself
and the terrible truth
of who I am.

We were scared of
each other at first.
But then we recognized
ourselves in our eyes.
We sat there in silence,
and our pupils dilated to
the edges of our eyes
as we strained to see
into one another.

I was hoping
it wasn't as ugly
on the inside.

Your skin is burned
and blackened, rough
and calloused, scattered
with sweltering welts
spitting seemingly
ceaseless smoke from
their cancerous mouths.

But in my shadow
we've been turned inside out.
What we see is inside us.

I held you in my arms,
covered in pus and bile.
What happened to us?!
I wailed over you and
my snot and tears
healed your wounds.

side show tickle tackle
fickle gabber earth battle
pillow blanket thought shatter
mass matter pitter patter
putter thither butter hither
liver wither ***** bottle
chicken shiver beak waddle
heliocentric planet model
wrong and boring after all
wrong and boring after all
lol ol ol ol ol ol ol

we give an ovation
to a piece of art.
the piece of art is life.
the ***** is the creator
of the ****, the egg,
the creator is an artist,
the universe is an ****,
the egg is life.

Therefore, the art is the universe.
We are the artists.
We are the audience.
We are the creators.

let it go and
let it flow so
you can grow

One step forward
two steps back a sin
there's more firewood
for fireside saccharine
you understood now but
you really shouldn't could
in fireball frenzy fruits fryin
those fickle foosball fantasies
buying pickled paradigm
pipe dreams
war paint

With you,
I can feel what
I've never felt.

I can feel my wings
growing stronger as I
soar above the clouds
and I want to fly with you
like butterflies freed from a jar, ever grateful.

I can feel my face
glowing from the moon
as it cradles my oceans
and I want to swim with you like stingrays in a sea of love.

I can feel my petals
opening to the light
as it radiates into me
and I want to grow with you in a magical forest.  

I can feel my horizons
extending as my sun
rises forever.

With you, I want to shine.

interlacing faces
dilate pupils as
fingers intertwine
between synchronized paces,
cold walks and kind smiles

I feel a tremble coming on and warm shimmery bubbles radiate right through me as electric caresses and magical messages cause goosebumps to rise like mountain ranges on celestial bodies

I like you, you
mystical water gazelle

you swing sweetly
the tides of my seas
and sing softly the
stars of my skies