spark of life
touches earth
leaves crackle and
explode into breath

in deep romance, my
lungs kiss smoke
and Spirit expands within

sinking and
soaking through skin

deep into my roots dripping
into channels of rivers flowing
freely to my brain crackling
with neurons ever grasping
dendritically to reach
nutritious extrapolations
stormy interpretations
and interpolations

crackling
branches of
white birch lightning

I feel I'm swimming
in a silly skinform, stuck
in a sticky web, grasping
for salvation like deliriously
drifting understandings.

fuzzy buzzy flickering light fixtures
court me for days -
tired, unlatched
and in a daze

broken hinges hang from
untapped doorways,
painted with
shattered looking glasses
and laces overthrowing
unseen faces
crawling at ungodly paces,

blind red rages boil over
onto sentient pages to die
on unlit stages,
reeking with rows
of rotting audiences,
decomposing millions of
masterpieces.

sleepless death
undertaken,
like a sorry soul,
to a hole new level
six breaths under

reborn into a dogs tail
clenched between
it's own teeth.

Clicketyclick —

sickly screens,
shooting
sixty
picture-frames
per second

Tickety ticktock, rapid-fire
photon cannons,
ripping holes
through our
faces

rectangles,
riddled with anxiety ridden
read scripts

the resultant
retinal scarring

Wicketywicked, weary eyes,
dripping with serrated pixels

triple dotted,
typing-awareness indicators
create silly suspenses,
inducing temporal
dramas,
emotional
micro-traumas

every second a slice
through my,
now practically nonexistent,
patience

Am I a server,
or am I a servant?

Eyes, sunken, with
withered skin

I'm waiting for my fix

Ding-ding
Bloop!
Pinggg
Here comes the dopamine! —

—Clicketyclick

sitting with stars,
we sip on silences —

between soft sighs,
twinkling eyes, and
pleasant pitter-patterings —

we drip kindness,
rain drops, and
endless moonrises

I don't want your ******* kindness coins!
Get the **** away from me with those
disgustingly expectant eyeballs!
You're not a pig,
you're a LEECH!
and even that is an insult to the leeches
but you **** with all of your being
my blood let, unseeing,
my life drained
to sustain your sad,
slimy existence...

Nauseated, I plucked the plump, muculent bloodsack
from my skin, a snake so swollen with blood stolen hitherin that
you'll nither be rolln'or slither'n
soon thither
you'll be wither'n

Yeah, *******.

Synchronicities coalescing
like an orchestral crescendo
bubbling up all at once
no longer guessing
no shorter waiting
the *** is boiling
moreover
I might
   be synch
                    i                        
                      n
                  g
            ...
a pod
of killer whales
crash-splashing
quite a commotion
up, out, and back
down into the ocean
born into the storm like
a frightful forte
a front brake
endo
the

feathered
fickle angel
screams pianissimo
on tiptoes, reaching out
toward tomorrows

continuously
contagious incapacitation
tells me it straight like an arrow through time
like a taught fishing hook line
and sinker —

trying to figure out
your reason your rhyme
parsley, sage, rosemary and crime
please, let me in on your
pickled paradigm

a stormy sea, all your own,
decides for you, where
you're thrown.

What is your reason
what is your rhyme
let me in on your
paradigm

lying beneath
soft starry skies
between damp
dewy leaves
amidst crisp
crepuscular
symphonies  

with moonlit bodies
glistening, and filters
listening to dewdrops
dripping, stars drizzling
from our skin

sipping from
your flower
as we sing
flowing and
spinning in
trancelike
dance

I fell deep -
into the dark pit in my
screaming stomach, but you
lifted me out, and filled
it right out, and
drifting, there lied
a tight knot festering
in my chest you so
tenderly untied, a hard shell
'round my shaking heart,
broken to spill the
love inside

I choked hard,
on the lump in my
thirsty throat, raw
and unspoken for,
but you taught me
how to spit it out
of my mouth,
like a sigh -
ahh...

I jumped, into
thick throbbing thoughts,
that bred anger
in my soul, but
you doused me
in stars, and I surfed
in your smiles,
that crashed
on my shores, and
put it out like a flame -
sssss!

ribbed, but uncaged,
you read like a book broken,
with a cracked spine, snapped,
always opening to
the same page

the wrinkles stacked
dendritically, along the
ragged column, show
where you were split,
down the seam,
in a fervent attempt
to be figured out

your leaves are worn,
dog eared, and torn,
with words used, and
defiled

unadorned,
sickly souls

forlorn figures,
sitting silently

wishing and waiting,
no kissing or playing

it seems that you've left me,
and you're all I want to read

sloshing through
the pipes, rats riding
a winding wave notwithstanding
the pull of the riptide untied and tried
typically clear blue true without you
unrhymed but confined and unheard
born broken unnurtured and blind
further outside of my mind you lined
the blinds with ******

but I heard her outside the lines
a herder, she shined in my eyes
reflecting signs of sobbing sighs
releasing white withering pines
bare blown apart mines
bland broken times

sickle say sigh
****** stars of showers
diddly hum drum bye
bickering baths of twilight
talkatalkatalktalk
moongazing goons
chewing on chalk
hubba hubba

Fine.
Lock me out,
fine gentleman.

Don't let me into
your silly suitcase, mister suit man.

I like the shine in your shoes.
Did you do that all by yourself?
and your salty silk-noose...?

Falling
around the edges of a *****,
dripping dropping slip
slop dope.
Nope.
Can't find the rope.
Sweet cantaloupe,
I can't elope!

Into the fan,
I wrote words, and
they got chopped
insideup
out the other downside
inside the turnstyle
beside the burn dials.

I can't take you
where the fractal ferns reside!
You just broke me like a stone thrown!
You're a sick stone stealer!
I know what you like to own.

Sticks and bones
may make my homes but
words will never

do it

The moon has a face,
She really does.
Well, many, really.
But the one that I see
looks like it's singing the universe.
You can see it in her eyes,
that it's a solemn song but
there's hope in her voice
that lights up the sky.
You know how when
you get so close to someone
you can see yourself
in their eyes?
Sometimes I wonder
if she's too far to see herself
in ours...

A poem is born
and suddenly
I am grateful
for my misfortunes

What I feel are rivers filled
with droplets made of life.

Life rushes
over stone and wears
away through mountains,
lakes are memories
met by rivers
states of mind
crossroads
crossrivers.

Which channel
will I flow through?
and how many times?
How deep will I let it go before
it becomes so dark
that I can't see
the bottom?

Batshit crazy,
Batshit soup.
Am I just lazy,
or caught in a loop?

Batshit crazy,
Owl **** soup.
Razor blades,
Razor blades,
Razor blades,
****.

Love is not a competition.
Love is not a game.
You see me as a player,
and it's a downright shame.

Batshit crazy,
Owl **** soup.
I am totally lazy,
and caught in a loop-die-loop.

Glass houses and baseball games
Angels wings and tar
SEPTA lines and pine trees
Can take you pretty far

Love is not a competition
Love is not a war
and acting like a soldier
is really quite a chore!

Silly souls and wacky words
Dragonflies and tar
I want to make some art with you
but I don't know how you are

it's
Just another slide
down the razor blade
of life into a bowl
of sour owl ****

Batshit crazy,
Owl **** soup.
Am I crazy,
or am I caught
in a loop?
Razor blades
Razor blades
Razor blades
****.

LOOK at me,
Take me IN!
No, not my body.
We had no choice on that.
They just grew around us,
as we grew inside them.
We had no choice.
Our forms, our bodies
Our faces, our... are
FILTERS!
We have no choice.
They will wither around us,
as we wither within them.
forms, bodies
flesh, faces
filters.

Oh, sacred skull of
nutritious nectar
Chalice of deep
red wine
Let your answers quench
the thirst of my questions
and your questions fuel
this thirst of mine

fingers
trace my body
tactile trails
tingle and
blossom into
electricity
fading to forever
moments dissipating into
memory

words
fall from your lips, steam
from the brim of a
boiling cauldron, billowing
spell imbued breath
breathing life into
dormant seeds of poetry
that crack, spilling their
insides, sprouting sensually
spiraling tendrils, unwinding
whispering wisps
that kiss my neck
with hot, wet leaves
fingers of a fae

There is an ocean of love
and I am completely
underwater
with you
floating
eye to eye
our spines align
two snakes, we slither
'round one another
sliding in sync
our rhythmic motions
breathing like
passionate waves of fire
bodies merged
in graceful form
flames licking every cell
of our wet skins
glistening like
the surface
of the sea

we are
submerged

radiating love body
light being
form flowing
flavorlessly
as if needed,
expected in order
to sustain life
it is quenching
a thirst, it fills
your lungs with
life, breathing, it
pulsates, it rocks
back and forth, it
goes in and out, it
spirals all about and
it takes its time because it
loves its time because time
is all it has and all it has is all
it is and all it is, is all it feels
and all it feels is all it knows.

Drop your leaves, love
All that deadweight's
wearin' you down

We are all students,
and we are all teachers.
Any good teacher
should want students
who can teach them.
If you feel you know
more than everyone
around you,
then you are in
the wrong place.
Or you're just arrogant ;-)

I don't want
to have you
I want to be
with you

and
I don't want
to *******
but I don't want
to make love to you either
I want to make love with you
and with that love
I want you to create me

I don't know whether he liked me
or that he just liked the idea of me
either way what's done is done
it was an okay run

She's a wounded surgeon.
She's not entirely broken,
There's something lodged
deep inside a dark crevice
of one of her ventricles.
She just needs a little work.

I heard another surgeon opened her up and lost a finger in there.
No one will help her now.

So she has to do it herself.
She thinks if she's numb enough
she'll be able to dig in there and rip it out.

But she'll go too far and
put herself completely under
and all she can do is lie there, catatonic.

A few times she's managed to stay awake,
but she's left bleeding, fumbling with a scalpel.

Deep down she knows
she's going to have to do this one wide awake.
And it's going to ******* hurt.  

But she needs to know if anyone cares enough about her.
Enough for her to even think she's worth her own effort.

We are Mother Earth
We are the soil into which
ideas grow their roots
These dendritic webs of words reach for nutritious extrapolations,
anchored answers that ground, keeping the rain from washing them away and the wind from uprooting them from the dirt.
They sprout out of us
as we nurture them
until they blossom
into another.

her warm eyes of
wonder and kind skin
kindle
a crackling aortic inferno
further fed
by a voice that feels
like water going down
but like a fireman
from Fahrenheit 451
sets my words aflame
with kerosine kisses
I can't and
I won't try
to ever tell you
what this is exactly
because we never really know
where we're growing
but this is different
this is painless
and it tastes like
nothing my tongue
has ever known
and it takes me to places
I've never been

I hadn't realized
just how parched I was
until she filled up my cup
as she poured out her heart
and I drank it down

I wish I was as decisive
as the deciduous trees
they know when to let go
of their dying leaves

after a beautiful summer

intangible evidence
of the divine
intensified
by
the tears of the earth
flowing and fearing
growing
and destroying
birthing
and dying
becoming a new land
and a new world
a new language is born
as a sun collapses
Love

I see
you're sick,
sad Sunflower...
It seems Sunshine
left a fiery footprint
on your face,

now you're
downtrodden
with rough petals
burned rotten,

wilted wills
swaying
silently to the
long lost thrills
of the fickle breeze

half dead
lazy lung
head hung low
a dumb tongue, stung

eyes staked
to the ground
words unsung,
nothing left to grow
crispy leaves crunching
You know where to go but
there's nowhere to go

stem frail, curled,
and crumbling  
a sad spirit stumbling.

I found the seeds
that were stolen from your eyes
like dreams from a child
and I planted them

deflated dimples
frosted frowns
crusty clowns
and crispy crowns
boiled biddings
cuddle puddles
and fearful fillings
spoiled spillings
double trouble
secret spitting
crepuscular vapor
nicotine taper
look in the mirror
meet your maker
long walk faker
tick tock taker

For the longest time
I wanted to thank you, thief
for stealing my heart.
I thought it'd be better off
in someone else's hands anyway,
because I sure as hell
didn't take good care of it.

Can you tell me about the time
you carefully held it close?
because I'm sure
that you can remember that
because that's all you want
to remember.

It was your
little pet.
and I can't tell you
how much it meant to me
that you found it so
intriguing...
but I can't tell you
how much it hurt when
it stopped being something special
and started being
just another animal

Don't you remember
how much fun you
had with it?
Mm..

But you don't remember
watching it struggle
to breathe in
and out?

Because it seems like
despite that
all I can remember now
is your tightening grip
suffocating it
carelessly
and your acidic lip
spouting seemingly
ceaseless
abuse

Tell me about the time
you played with it
until it was broken
and it bored you

Because I can sure
remember that.
But can you?

In just one moment
We exchanged a glance
My words stolen, by her
striking beauty, I was struck
left stuttering with a mind
put-puttering and a heart
flut-fluttering

There is magic in her eyes
filled with love,
effervescing skies
of scintillating stars

There is mystery in the heart
of her, like an infinitely
blossoming flower

we can only
take each other in
if we can turn ourselves inside out

and we can only
turn ourselves inside out
if we can take each other in

You are a creation
of a creation
creating creations
that create creations

A plant begins to wither
its leaves fall to the ground
and it drops its seeds

To some this may look
in its entirety, like death
but to others it is birth

A seed's shell cracks
its insides come out
and everything changes

To some this may look
like complete destruction
but to others it is growth

Breathe in
Breathe out

Life is a coalescence of
the Surround into the Self

It is a turning outside in

Breathe out
Breathe in

Death is a dissolution of
the Self into the Surround

it is a turning inside out

happiness surrounds the
cries of the newborn

Breathe in

cries surround the
happiness of the dead

Breathe out

Every time I look in their eyes, I see pain. I see hopelessness. I see excuses. I see addiction. I see broken beer bottles and broken promises. I see empty baggies and empty words. I see crushed up little pills and crushed emotions. I see rolled up dollar bills and sweats and chills. I see powder, white powder, and all I hear is their voice getting louder, and louder, and **** it, it’s just too ******* loud and I see smoke in a cloud and their head's up there in it and they can’t, they won’t see, not even for a minute.

(it's not wrong to be blue, however, it won't help you much for long)
Think positive.
Give an animal some love.
Believe in your dreams. Look forward to them.
Swim.
Sing. Loud!
Hug.
Know that you're beautiful, loved, and important.
Eat something delicious!
Don't get hung up on being perfect (or having something be perfect)!
Watch a movie you haven't seen in years.
Learn a new skill.
Draw something silly!
Exercise - 100 sit ups. Now! Well, maybe not that many...
Go for a bike ride.
Spend time on yourself.
Say thank you to someone for something you may have taken for granted.
Make something for someone else.
Watch the clouds go by. Try to pick out shapes and animals!
Clean your room up a bit. Or more than a bit, because it probably needs it.
SNAP OUT OF IT, DOOD!
Drink some chamomile tea with honey and milk.
Listen to some smooth jazz or something!
Call a friend :-)

I think I just needed
some Space to myself
so I snatched up the Telescope
off of the shelf

Fogbound, an Envelope
Packed with Parched Paper
Periwinkle Periscope
Crepuscular Vapor

permanent figures
a vial and dropper
kaleidoscope lens
a beaker and stopper

were my anchor to reality
but you broke the chain
and left me drifting
into the storm

The "United" States of America
is a new kind of concentration camp.

It is filled with humans that can no longer feel any pain.
Humans that have their freedoms taken from them,
but they enjoy it.

They are shackled to their chairs.
Their gazes are trapped in the screens of their televisions.
This is their only Window.

A snarl of words
Vex my thoughts

rain
    rain
drops from the tips
of eyelashes
        and drips
onto quivering lips

Plaguing my thoughts
is that which had become
my own meaning
but love has now made me
into what I am
and what I will remain

You are
to me
much like
the ten—
der glow

that em—
anates
out from
the dis—
tant moon

Love like
the sea's
eter—
nal breeze
does blow

two hearts
sing notes,
imparts
a love—
ly tune

in darkness
i feel light
in eclipse
i see light
in midnight
i am light
O, darkness
you are everywhere
but O, light
you are in my heart