at most we are
the cosmos.
humming in hi and lo.
to the vibes you cannot see
but feeling with your soul
your feet
moving to the rhythm of notes
that we are together
in unison and out.
but even in our dissonance
We are in harmony
in sync
with something
beyond us.

They said my love
would unravel you
then like cat's nip
would make you
chase me forever

We let
them induce
trauma to babies and
feed children to cages
mean gestures
felt across the divide
We are the monsters
in Grimm's Fairy Tales
the beasts of nightmares
and bad dreams

These days are dark days
filled with the empty
promise of light
somewhere the Sun
is unemcumbered
and it is clear as crystal sheets
but over here the Sun
dodges in and out
of the clouds even
the sky worries
will these slick movements
rest or will they
get the best of us

Shadows are fair-weathered
friends that mimic
you in clear sight

They are fickle things
-remnants of sin
mocking the
physicality of you
-the insufferable notion

Shadows are
keen things driven by
the rain and the
blues with its inevitable
silver lining...

You were wrong again, mistress.
How many times the delusion
Oh, Queen of the Universe.

With your forgotten
bag of stars
left somewhere
on the train to Utah.

They'll never know
you lived on Venus and
loved for eternities.

But now here you are
feigning mortal on
a big blue ball.

Rolling your eyes at
white bread and to a man
called Jesus.

Men drove the sun away
then they blamed it
on the moon

We have become
endangered

Will they take our fire
if we sit here exiled
consuming each other

Let's not brine our wounds
like we have nothing left
Hoard the fire...

“Once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.”* -Margery Williams, Velveteen Rabbit

You aren’t real yet.
You are not alive
Until you’ve felt
Them circling you.

Not until you’ve seen
Them laughing at you
And your shabby facade.

Not until you’ve experienced
The fright of waning.
Of what it
Means to be yourself
and still worthy.

Love is the crucifixion
and the resurrection.

It is the gift from the Cosmos
to pick you back up
despite who you were.

Love is what will
make you real
And alive and forever.

We have seen
those who have stolen
and like cycles do
pass down their lowly ways

Is there a price
for every gesture?

A karmic bank
of rain checks
for the next debter

Men trying to buy
their way into the
eye of the needle
But we see you

While we make
a pittance
for our graces

But we'll continue to knead
the love in our
bread

And bleed
compassion for
the masses that need it

Don't give in to what
hate brought in

Don't let them breed
you into a vicious sin

know that we are not
tainted from within

We are born
from the Sun
Now let's be one

When your voice cracks.
When you are telling the truth.
Say it
over and over again
to them and to yourself.
Until you remember
what is real.
until the truth shakes
the room and they feel
it coming before
you do.

The beautiful things are
always written in black
The swan may she overwhelm
you with her delicate charm
is brought to you in obsidian grace
Or how about the crow
brings us the message of tomorrow
soothsayer with black wings
Black is tenderness
and camouflage
our protection
fiercely rejected by some
While others surrender to
its potency
Wherever it is you stand
with or with out it
know that black stands on its own
thru out the Universe
pulling us like gravity
commanding a deep reverence
for it
rearranging our skies

Lately, there is always
this man trying to
take something away
from me.
Big sparkly things
like my soul.
They say it has
magic in it.
Real magic
I can feel
and see with my body.
The good kind of magic
that could tip the whole wide
world in my favor.

I am merely the
space between darkness.
and apart WE are unstable
until WE meet.
Like atoms completing each other
WE are so beautiful
WE light
up the cosmos
and the Nebulae
take envy.

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Time does not exist
For you are the perfect storm
in the center of it all

The vacuum
ripping thru space to sacred
birth new skies
in the deep horizon

the never-ending
sound of you permeates
thru the wall of eternity

the sacred embodiment
of energy, breathing
on a living planet, is you.

I am lost
in the tide
of you.
The ebb and flow
of you,
will be
the death
of me, yet.

I propose a toast
to you
a drink
from the top of your
delicate head
to the base of your
soulful feet

I found you
right in the center of the eye
the deluge of you
carried me higher clear across
the barren sky
as if we were supposed to
crash into each other

But
Only material
things get ugly aging
while we become this strange
phenomena wanton and as wild
as the naked wind upon
the thirst of our eager 
chapped lips

Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong. *

― Quote by Lao Tzu

You touch me
from the depths
of my broken
spirit

You move me
gently to mend

what bold
alchemy is this

Turning my skin into
fine silk

I am renewed
by your fingers that
lightly tickle me into
submission

You are water
I am the stone

I hope to leave you
some meaning
from the clutter of this madness
something with a somber bite
to bring you out of your slumber
pssst
you know you've been asleep
for far too long, my love
It's in the song you've
heard a million times
the answer is in the melting
and to never hold on hard
Don't listen to them
with their ceaseless chatter
You are beyond the
veil of reality
You are nowhere
but here now
like I am.

You follow me
faded dream after
faded dream

Your face was
not your own
perhaps you keep your
secrets away from me

Perhaps you want some
part of me
the freedom of being alive
hand in hand
lips to lips

Like lovers do
how they feign
the loyalty of dogs

they betray each other
they always do

But in the after life
there is no pretending
just the abyss, god and
the cold living nothing

Keep filling
the sky with
the pure laughter
of your soul
then rise
my dear
rise

The black moon has risen
and it's in the parting
that keep the dead away

Say you won't hang
them from the bough of
your lips

The dead
seeking you
with your light
bearing body

Soon you will join the
leagues of ghosts
and we will put your
worries to slaughter
upon the black risen moon

“You wander from room to room
Hunting for the diamond necklace
That is already around your neck!”* -Rumi

You didn't ask to
be the center of
the Universe
and yet you are here
a radar at the center
of the cosmos
revealing itself over
and over again.

You think you are sane
but you dream in songs
the colors come dancing from
a myriad of crazy

You think you are no one
yet you have the
voice of antquity like
a thousand sybils
bearing prophecy

You are not the drop of tear
from sullen eyes that
has forgotten

You are celestial and
raging with divinity

May you remember
that you are holy
and immaculate

Come, and take your place

Distill me
from this
broken body
until you've
captured the
unholy parts
of me

For i will be
the meat
for plants
one day...
And
soul bound

She is talk
dreaming in him

Her spit  
bone dry

parched from the daily
Sun of him

she is ill
with his phony grins

he spins in
her head

sexting other
girls again

She is not
the priority

and it is
way too **** hot

on his
broken back burner again

his love
is safe and dry

her words
arid syllables

that sit dank
in her mouth

She lives in an
abundance of time
lucky for her
her heart
broken to bits and pieces
like the good ole china
your mother warned
you to be mindful about
She weeps looking
here and there
for the remedy to
stop the stabbing
pain of betrayal
but finally she comes
to realize
the cut that wounded
her so deep
will only mend
by the lonely
delicate hand
of time...