I've seen it in your eyes
Unable move thru recent years
the way you imagined
Afraid to take a leap into
the unknown
I've seen it in your eyes
Blurry crystal orbs
filled with dreams
Always somewhere else
Unable to let go
I've seen it in your eyes
Defeated, haze-dwelling
perma-goner
Sleep alone and wake removed
Feeling lost but remember how far
you've come to be here in this impossible moment
There is something to be said
for those of us that keep going
So continue riding toward
your shining sea
Beyond

waiting,
the sun drops below the highway
under the petrol station
beneath the parking lot
the man next to me keeps scratching himself
making small talk
I oblige him
the moon hangs above the strip mall
over the hillside
by the light post
I think about my whole life
in these moments
then the bus comes

where no man met
but all come together
where wisdom spreads
but nothing matters
where everything is written
but nothing happens

hell yeah on the internet
where no man met

the place for anonymous hate
for undiscovered blemishes
abnormous self-gratification rates
the place for dreams or fetishes
where everybody talks
but no one listens

hell yeah on the internet
where no man met

My father is a lion with his mane cut
                               and slicked back, learning to walk
                   on hind legs, back arched high.

                                          ~

             ­         My mother has a wolf in her chest
             howling for light, for the
                                          lantern hanging in the sky.

                                          ~

                   ­                            My brother has a cage
                                                            ­        for ribs
                                                        but so do I.

                                          ~

I am a wild safari:
             a bathing elephant, a sleeping
                                               tiger, a brilliant peacock fanning its
                                  feathers, waiting to
     **** its head and release
          a warrior cry.

I have a habit of kissing his palms
like I’m worshipping at the statue
of St. Joan of Arc, praying for strength.

I like kissing the inside of his elbows
to taste the hot, salty life resting
just below delicate skin.  I bite him here.

Too often, I find myself kissing his neck
like Dracula going in for the **** except
I bring no death only big purple black holes.

I love kissing just below his bellybutton
to pay homage to his mother who lived connected
to him right above where I am connected to him.

My lips are always kissing his feet
like I am Mary Magdalene and he is
Christ, anointed oils spilled on the carpet.

I stood within the circle of the Sun
and beheld you there solid as stone, and
fragile as summer snow drifting on the wind
you went your way to the spirit world

Aligned to unite
With others who lost their way
It’s a mess we perceived
To those in dismay
These lines create dreams 
For the broken
For the ones never spoken-
Of Love & Courage

Conjuring up notions of time
Structuring of desires preludes
To pursue what’s lost 
To preach and beseech truth
Faith denotes eternally
Surviving pain and deceit
What speaks only bleeds
To fabricate amity

Not fazed by power
But to denote greed
Greed of Love & Passion
Exhaling Hate & Deception
To succor the pillar of fate
To exist in this factual state

Your heart's a fragile thing. 
Everyone’s heart is. 
Don’t ever contaminate hatred
Contaminate love instead.