wait long enough
for whispers to slide
behind trapped colors
remember how to burst out from chainlink

a pebble speaks silence perfect
dislodged from the angel's ****** throat

paragraphs of rain
pages of grey winters
a shrewd plea sneaks in
restless like a sincere nightwatch

written by furtive moons
waiting for the next swift eclipse
to sun stain alien sand
everything dead waits to be hit by shine.

This is it
a misprisoned child
escaping wisdom's dark house
on the deep face of silence

I stole expressions from Buddha's still pond.

Forest green eyes
curls around his ribs
forces him to listen
long vines of prose

jail cells can never take away
feel it rip puzzles to jigsaw
slice me like a spiked saw
tainting midnight's first sun born child.

Meet me in a meadow of new fresh colors
so we can reinvent ourselves on carousel of wonders dripping bright sparks into sink holes.

In wild quiet soil
brightness cannot conceal its majesty
be harmless as summer darts
beaming across a doorway.

Open like switchblade
nothing to hide
some still look at you
suspicious hunted curious

walk through darkness
watch broken fangs from sharp bulbs
light up anyway.

Down corridors of lightning
whiffs of burnt Eden
a bright companion dragged through
broken nail sands

dressed in white rags
when you look close enough:

Everybody cut in half
like confused air

haunted in twilight

nail biting silence
hoping for peace to land

Eat pavement.
drift, no home,
he squints into smoggy sun,
remembers when laughter
shined on this abadoned corner
of Litter and Drugs-

where his climbing prayers
brave up a sunlit corridor asking for help, knowing how forgiveness
drives him in, pressed, open,
pushed out, vulnerable, no armour
his eyes stung back to home-
  
wondering if this drive-by-night city
will remember God's undying love?

Do they know He remembers every face as apart of his own?

Bleed me in the night
I feel tears remember the unborn place,

coming back to listen
on Sunrise Road

nothing but light
peaking cold stone

where your ghost
sneaks out of a window memory

your infinite face
caressing glass

in the most
  brightest place

You can imagine.

Imagine moth wings fluttering inside her eyelids, restless tapping on clear pane knocking to get out.

Imagine dipping down like a blue jay swooping above a blackberry briar.

No thorn could touch you.

Imagine her memories pulling out some vital root displacing her voice on a stage with no Mic.

She sits alone staring at mountains wondering how to close the distance between herself and freedom.

Dying to get out, an inexplicable letter she can't understand written by a stranger living within.

Her dreams bloom lotus petals in a smile she almost remembers.

Something dire in the air turns birdsong electric.

Steady barking drives her stranger to forceful writing.

His hand in her bones cascade her cells over Niagara Falls.

Her thoughts thorn ivy, she pulls misery from the roots and discovers a hidden utopia only the stranger knows how to pen.

Her voice travels in silence driving through hard blizzard highways searching for a Mic.

She can taste his words like frozen fog hanging from clusters of pine.

Her restless moth scatters out of her eyelids knowing where the greater light is located.

Etheric tingling intrigues her flight, she rises higher, every breath a drum beat invoking higher understanding.

Her sense of freedom expands when starlight hits her wings.

Ecstasy swims her veins, the mysterious letter sinking further in.

She can see the stranger scribbling, his face lit up, a remembered smile frees the entire universe, his words produce a funnel web unlocking her voice into rainbow silk elimanating her search for a Mic.

Her silk stretches through eternity.

No thorn can touch her.

Five minutes away from snowing
invigorating perfumed winds
dance the solitary trees.

Battleship clouds move in.
Crisp goes the air.
Light flakes swirling to the beat of their own drum.

Heavenly white I almost can
hear an angelic band play electric on their castle of smoothness.

Hands numb.
Mind blank.
Heart washed.
Soul clear.

I think of you and I picture the entire
Light of the Universe showering us
as we dance on a tropical shore.

Our hearbeats collected in a treasured book stored beneath the arm of God.

Soft waves crash.
The curtain lifts.
We see each other as we truly are as if we never knew judgment at all.

She told me not to forget
about wild flowers in the wind

Her voice trailed my dreams
followed me across country
remembered my name
when I could not.

Her mysterious face
hidden by dream fog.

What did she mean?

Purple hills grow strong
when ravaged?

Bruised until strength holds them so still they bleed out beauty?

How do you view a wind trying to shake out color from its core?

Whispering voices
Don't forget
Wildflowers in wind
strength of mountain
providing room for roots
cut it in
expand
hidden zigzag patterns
mind boggling designs
your pen aches to trace them
follow until they
tilt off earth
eyes seek
for pure luminescence
aching to touch
desiring to merge
burning to paint.

Leave behind judgment
roll in
the maddening roar of truth
spiked down
in the ground
purple gladiators
singing
perfect
together
when land is combed
by a blasting Gale
your shine stems from.

Blaze a desert into me
  carve a flood of words
in this dry terrain
where any flood is welcomed.

Evaporate into me
I remember when we
soared together
high in this misted utopia.

It seems cruel to
remember us
like that,
after burning alive
in unforgiving sand,

suddenly forgetting
what a river feels like.

Every step is hushed between tall hedges as if your whisper intertwined morning dew onto every green leaf spoken into me.

Every step wished for her hand on my August Face hoping to cool a brutal burn as I scaled twelve thousand rungs

in two months thinking her name and every day

persistent drops pooling as puddle transformed to lake,

no telling her depth
no longer knowing certainty
only mystery marked as X.

Every step sliding with full moonlight lips daring to kiss an ache for full stretched wings.

Every pane of glass relecting calm sea as Seagulls floating free
let wind do its

perfect gliding thing.

If it were up to me
I would make her my ocean front property,

not owning anything

she is a feather writing hidden
poems to under currents,

her blast swirling gracefully around Iron,

steel men imprisoned on rooftops
every inferno step
driving nomadic thoughts
closer to Sea.

Every step branding their sweat to red clay tiles, arms bulging through iron.

Every thought holding flames
stronger than what
anyone can lift

except a feather driven from wing

gloating to steel
how easy it is
to let go

and fly

standing out

to callous eyes

what a solemn heart
burns to describe
when it's finally lifted above itself

understanding it is more
than all of this.

dark horizon

blew in

strong

and down
came the rooftops

soft

heart

got

hit

so

hard



bleed into

the floor



flooded rooms

became the norm



we swim in blood



Icy water

saturates

the soul



we burn in tears



I moved slowly into the open

ran blind into the briar



I bled forth across the trail

and was punished in the storm



your abuse made me collect rain drops



I tried to study their design



I tortured myself

rammed my ******* head into it all!!!



told myself every horrible thing you could possibly imagine



I put my fury in a box

sealed it up and buried it.



Later on I went back and dug it up

when I opened it up



I felt it nuke my ******* face off



I ran around lost in notebooks

my skeleton laid bare....



I tried to overcome my defeat with words

soft heart gets hit so hard



my hostility could have blown the world apart

a thousand times over



dark

horizon

blew

in

strong



and



became

my

voice

of

war!!!



I struggled to maintain it
found outlets
for brutality



I reasoned through the madness

until

dark

horizon

blew

away......



light horizon opened up

and

showed

the

way



found strength

in

dark

horizon



drew steel

from yesterday's tears

and leaned them around my heart



protect and fortify the palace



There's no way you can hurt me now
place your hand upon a friend,
pick your broken heart up off the floor,



   trace your deepest scars with a finger in the dark- remember what it gave you?

  iron strength to face the world.
solid courage to endure it all.



go ahead and attack me with your ****** up words

and I'll head ****

  you back to God.

When we were starlight tap dancing
on a roof in the country,

knowing more
than now.

Seeing further then,
able to shine anywhere we wanted.

Now we are bottled in skin
   searching for the opening

I have felt it blast inside me,
  keeping me starving,

threading its magic
  drops from Oceania
   moonlight drip my haunted eyes.

I have glimpsed your
  Majestic Kingdom
King of Kings.

I am only one of many openings
when I empty my trench
   You pass through.

When sorrows become
too heavy
and
my back is cracked
in half.

Now I know
to give it all to You

even when all I want
is to go back
and never return again.

I've decided to burn my clothes
  drop my skin off

in a patch of tranlucent snow
  that steals my tongue

rip it out
   toss it up to the
Lavender God of Moonlight.

Make me known
   only to the kindred roar of outcasts.

I am foaming from a invisible wave
    nobody sees take me.

Let me swim insomniacs ocean
   bleed from the howling
       Interstellar whip of Orion's belt.

Let my blood light
dance upon your surface.
    
Make me a pathway
   I've longed to be.

I am flooding ditches
  overpouring the bottom dregs out.

Puzzles of a million mysteries
some day it will all be solved.

Dreams that reveal the buried truth
  tame the jagged edge of turquoise-

Sailing soaked in
   multicolored clouds
passing beneath
   a roaring sun
hiding all the answers.

~

Fall to me wraithlike
  adorned in crowns of underbrush

pick up my shattered vertebrae
  in the hollows.

I already died.
Nothing ends.

Meet me at wood's edge.

In potent corridors rich and alive
with tall towering greenery.

Explain this blossom to us.

In due time.

Accept our flickering Spring flashes
  gushing piping hot within us.

~~

I bear your hunger
curled in crest
when lightning flared me.

Never let me
forget again.

Remember children,  
  this is where a fallen star lives.

~~~

Fear raised me.
I bore its fangs.

Darkness I became.

Pulsing out big bangs  
nothing shattered like us before.

Wrath of fallen angels scorn.

~~~~


My empathy for you stretches through time.

Smouldering ruins of your house infected mine.

Shall we not return as brothers
  stronger now
brighter than before?

~~~~~

I left my letter on your broken doorstep.

I will be waiting for your response.

It is my advice for you to accept the path of least resistance.

If it's not sizzling
you took it out too soon
brother

cheese must
dissolve into
your taste buds

root bound for leather.


Imagination stopped him in his tracks
decided to write her letters he never sent

why bother another locked door?
It froze him like Hans Solo trapped in carbonite.

Her hands are
already up if you decide to shoot
her foxy eyes said to them,

I saw myself glow deathless one day five years ago. She still cannot contact the local papers.

Imagination made her hands react by throwing all her law books out her three story Life Window


.
She cut out early
broke rank and predictions

her wild burst for adventure
followed a pathless trail
tracking down Emerald Falls
on stunning summit view

We saw everything turn brighter there.
She wears Forest Eyes at all times in her cleaner vision for everyone.

Is this entire lush range our playground?

Process that one.
Die.
Get reborn.

Pick me up if my spine is dragging truck wrecks on coral reef tarmac.

I appreciate you.

Music drifted out a stranger's window
after I picked myself back up
I limped into perfect no drama hideouts
regardless of your shapeless face
I consider you my best friend.


Bucking 10, 000 bales of hay
is a training manuel for life:
a) never give up
b) believe
c) be stronger
d) be better
e) all of the above

The Mountain Lion living in his garden
licked his face that morning

shape shift into robin
glide up
to touch his favorite Indigo


her flawless smile
roped around the Milky Way
we both fell harder than unpredictable comets

she snaked through our skin
like the starry way lived inside us

decided to win us over
no better choice than to ride it like a motorcycle rider trying to reach love on 3 a.m. back roads drunk on vines

always following the river
even if she rejected him

his letter burned right through his brand new black pocket of August Leather

and
set
the speedometer
on fire,




forever.

I saw the worst get hurled down upon you-
bringing out the best I've ever seen.

I forgot to tell you how she
cruises my Pacific
like a slick shark fin.

Uninhibited. Prominent.

Then.

Dipping down.

Restless teeth stalking through forever sea blue.

Boundless.

Swift.

Pulverizing hearts.

Her shrewd cold eyes
forgotten by Sun.

My Iron will driven mad,
desperate to escape
I had to cut my way out of her.

Now I can swim in the deepest part of the ocean, alone.

She would love to vacuum up
  all the light
from the forever clean sun
and shine it out
into all those    
  hollow places
littered with not good enoughs, belligerent back slaps,
held tight in a corner,
against the ropes
boxing The Hand of Stone.

She would love to
pull the violet sheets of the full moon off and gracefully flit them across the violent whispers of her nail ridden bed hoping to take sharp points out completely.

She could learn to reanimate junkyard cartoons hiding in the dusty hallways of humour.

She could steal garden web gardenias and spiral them into a hidden window that hasn't felt a soft shine hit in two decades.

She could dance around the rim of sunrise and sunset
soaking in the sonorous orbits of smiles' melody.

After that she would soak her aching feet in warm Epson Salt water, glass of wine in hand, not having to think about cleaning hotel rooms.

Lurching forward like a spasm of fluttering light,

veins
   whisper
Sun
through
  leaves

  transparent rivers
crisply speaking
golden sand intently listening

to the hidden sound of a mountain
  spilling melted snowflake secrets.

Will you always be an ocean I cannot fully understand?

You will go in blind
without tools
and be forced to dig in
with bare hands
nothing will be easy
there will be extreme obstacles in front of You.

A black death hatred will be surrounding YOU, change will be compounded into You.

You may go mad.

You will go in with a burning ache to change things
and to help people even if they betray You.

You will have my heart
and spirit with You
but sometimes You may not feel it or even know I am there but I will be, You may not even believe in Me but that does not matter either.

I believe in You.

Doubt will wrestle with your mind like a swamp full of crocodiles and You will question: Is this Real?

You will walk the heartbreaking alleyways and low valleys of the world and grow cynical and bitter.

You will be abused and may want to give up.

You will see senseless killing done in the name of freedom and all kinds of justification for ******.

You will see through this and it will not be easy.

You may feel a million miles away from home.

There's No distance I can't find You from.

I will be a silent stone
sitting in your heart
whispering echoes from an eternal Ocean that You came from too.

We are the same but You don't remember anything.

You will go in blind
without guidance
You will be hated and condemned.

Some people will damage You so bad that You will walk to the edge of hopelessness and ponder Your Demise.

You will lose friends and family.

You will endure chains of torment and
claws of
suffering to the point of absolute agony.

You will forget I am You,
but I will leave an indigo star in your heart and when the time is right a certain rising feeling will ignite it and You will know the truth of Me.

There will be lots of talk about Me but pay it no mind. It is only a box. I do not live there. I am free.

People will worship Me but I do not require Worship.

People will start Wars in my Name but I detest War because Everyone is Me too but they have also forgotten.

You will feel abandoned but it will pass.

You will face a mountain full of hard climbing and lots of blood loss.

Storms will try to **** You.

I will send You signs and many Angels.

If You cry out to Me
I will answer.

IF YOU hold steadfast and become resilient
everything will make sense later
when wisdom trickles down the rocks I will be whispering to You-
connecting puzzle pieces in your heart.

You will Love so deeply
that the whole Cosmos will feel it.

You will be opened up
and we will start to sing to You.

Your star glowing cosmic
inside You.

You will shine it
in the darkness
some may see
and some will not.

Some will berate and talk down to You and make You feel small, they will plague You so much that You will learn to
talk down to Yourself.

A General will spring up in Your mind and tell You awful things about yourself.

It is up to You to silence Him.
He will give You strength later on in Your life but it will be a personal boot camp so that people won't be able to hurt You as You travel down dark corridors of Life.

Please Do Not Give Up.
The world needs our Love, desperately.

You will go in blind
but one day You'll remember Everything.

Remember Your heart is a Star that can connect You to a wealth beyond the riches of the world.

Learn to silence Your busy mind. There is no judgment.

You are loved beyond measure.

Go and resurrect magic.

Remember Your soul is Me.
I am always with You and I will always Love You.

Remember There is no distance I can't find You from.

Go now but bring it all back to Me.

always easy to hydroplane
the back roads

hungry for anything
hunted by the one assassin

torturing you
with illuminated leaves

every glow
  a haunted
sneeze away

from lift off.

Rainbow rain
  splattering lawn

jump into the pile
  of your best memory,

laugh it off

before the fury
  steals in

and

fists fly hard

and

cries go wild.

Never seen you like this
floating down there

while I hold you up here
a masterpiece of cloud

able to reflect spilling light
how it all goes friendship grateful
or suddenly dark

as the shift in your eyes
  brighten when you watch her
walk in,

8 years later

letters written silently at
solitary windows

flash Gordon cursive
taking down page after page

with One Golden Smile.

Rising ivy crawling up
castle wall,

surreal in night sun-

I recognized my love for you
no rhyme or reason to it,
just resilient green storming in
violet shades,

unstoppable climbers

rising,

in hopes to reach the highest window of mysterious eyes,

enflamed in a Palace gleam  
torching through humanity's
secret night,

praying they remember You in themselves.

Night spreads out
subtle like a child's steps
on sand

small feet
walking on star shine

Kingdom's of majesty
sprawled out above him

a young soul
feeling something tingle
in the pit of knowing

deeper than the Pacific Ocean
a whisper body surfing tides of wisdom

glints of another life
rattle down his spine

vibrates like another universe
opening it's eyes for the first time.

Dune ants scrambling after rains
soaked every grain of their stock pile dinner.

It takes a team to dry out each piece.

Across the shores of time
love is working on another poem
in secret.

The child stops in his tracks
a teardrop falls
like an ancient memory
he just can't place.

Light cuts inside him
an entire ocean listens,
quietly smiling.

Never softest as dropping down, seeping in, mingling in quiet dust, knowing wind will make it all rise.

Never softest as her smile after crying,
stilling hummingbird
in eye of storm.

Only God's love can heal the world.

Infatuated melt
gracious bones
liquid rush

alphabet drained
  spinning letters
washbowl twirl

take my unsaid stanzas
down into stone
emblazon them

I am hungry eyes
in desperate need
to be consumed
in hidden blaze
of everything I do not know
how to say.

Find me
before I fall demolished
in  silent well

trapped in depth
with no voice to articulate
her awe inspired rays

stuck inside
my motionless hand
burning to cursive desire
waiting on her return-

void of flow
thirsty to speak
intricate nautilius
echoing ocean.

I admire you
  like a bluff
gazes out at sea

wondering in stillness
enamored by commotion

a high place


  dreaming to crumble

held captive by pressure
  broken free by ancient connection

dreaming to crumble
for a splash inside a

rowdy,
calm,
devouring
dream,

unpredictable like music
inside her introverted, mysterious
  silence,

only tides know
  before they crash.

Moccasin slippers
tip toe down
a silent corridor

finds an angel weeping
at a closed door

she lived off crumbs
walked a million miles through flame and volcanic rock

tornado in her voice
hungry man sobbing
in her eyes

she still likes to watch butterflies
at the Park, downtown

hoping one day her love
will come back with the keys

she needs to open it
before solitary madness
repeats old tapes

and the shrewd air
is screaming back
at her

punishing her
for being innocent.

You started out a trickle
Ran down
Turned dirt into mud
played in shadow
warmed in Sun

You gathered speed downhill
eager to see further
dying to know
what strummed hidden strings
inside to make music in silence.

A burn to know
why fires raged the world

A burn to know
what lie hidden behind it all

You traveled
met other trickling streams

joined together
shared a course
became pathways
turned corners
sprinted free
fell from heights
exhilarated drops
falling from peaks

something inside echoed to you

words dashed and skated from trees

glanced through tiger stripes
danced free in meadow
you strained to catch as many as you could flow out

intuition glistened
you learned a lot every time you didn't listen to it.

Something always seemed to try and interrupt your flow

Continuing down you heard a mighty rush.

Exploration carving mountain veins in something bigger than yourself.

When you merged in river
you were astounded by its width, marveled at its sheer power, respected its speed, drop by drop you grew.

Beneath a canyon
moonlight draped its magic
upon everything.

Sizzling violet freeze
sneaking through yourself

Indestructible light
hitting you
shuttering thought
opening knowing

lit up and transfixed
you ran

gathering momentum
you knew this body as one vessel

leaves drifted down
you floated them
to where they wanted to go.

Salmon flew up from below
trying to spawn
bruised and thrashed
they kept going

Resilience against the stream
crept into you, beckoned, turned a string, made a different sound, grew loud with change, something wild clawed your shine, drew you in, reversed the course, another tunnel underground opened up, you dove down, lost control, grew savage, turned hostile, lost speed, sat stagnant, began to stink, begged to feel light.

You ached to get back.
Searching for escape you evaporated.

Dissolved in air.

Dreams carried you high
white cloud absorption
floating through blue
waiting to cry

grey stained you
left you stranded
sky drift
years passed
lies became truth
questions exploded
wild wonder lost
hope for river
burning golden ropes
through your heart

Dreams smashed October
left it fluttering in bright annihilation.

Different strings played
other tunes surprisingly rash and full of contempt,
mashed you down.

A thousand feet of trample.

Distrust turned the world upside down

The moon disappeared
left you incomplete and full of absence.

Melancholy meltdown

Wars raged within
Love turned to hate
spikes grew and twisted cold metal reflecting everything back to you

Mean chill bite
crimson boiling
scarred visions
Lost friends

Until

One night an angel came to you
Spoke softly in a dream
her radiated voice
cradling your hope
for what lie beyond

A flash of remembrance
sizzles
cuts shadows off your night
full moon returns
captures the sky
You remember
how to cry
You fall
Exhilarated

Knowing the river waits your return. One body moving fresh.

Pure shine of power
Is yours again
she will float you down
the brilliant expanse of ocean
patiently waiting to embrace you.

I will pick this black bullet night apart with wandering eyes,

I'm bending down pulling dead weeds from winter's throat.

Pitch black at 5 p.m. and this blackbird still crows out his love torn blues somewhere on a Hawthorne limb.

His agitated cry gurgling rat guts.

He inspires worms to crawl out and bathe in bone chilling rain.

He dumps his misery down
a thorny cry, spider webbing glass
maybe he lost his girl.

Now he assails rain beaten dark with all he has left.

His wings will still climb a dagger driven night.

Dusting off loss, his eye level disaster insisted for a winter song.

Death of sunshine.
Age of only Fog.
Three days and nights of rain and frost.

His bent temper rides a campaign trail with no rules.

He is a black jet project that defies earth schools.

Intimate with cloud.
Kissing both world's of sky.
His nest is unknown and nothing will rule over him.

He will perch on scraggly fairytales and spit his venomous woe to forest storm.

His cold passage offers no warmth but he will bolt like a stealthy warrior
and blaze his crown of thorns from winter's rough, entangled throat.

You will never hear him apologize.

Transparent sky
tickling clouds
laughing light

angelic angles
mysterious views
  once dark, now bright

sliding clarity
ladder of hope
strength of twilight

blending the blessing
of gentle blue stretching
through black,

blizzard in Spring

two world's meet
  snow falling in Pure Sunlight

meet me out back
of the store
where entanglement

unlocks the golden door
  with hidden keys
from God's tears

sliding unbelievably
  down my face.

her eyelashes swept me
  a constant drag

down a long Saloon corridor
  a scarlet oak leaf

trapped in a fan
  her wind changed me completely

left me hanging
  half dead humbled

off destruction's cliff
  every nail obliterated

bleed the name
  hear her echo

checking daily
  for a ******* heartbeat,

bled the forest
into creek

watched my favorite colours
  sail away,

every day
  ignore the gun
gaze the rope.


Burn the swing sets
  chug desolation

and

disappear into what almost was,
  some parallel universe

where the haunted trail
  wakes up

in a place
  I cannot name.

Sometimes I have no words to explain anything to anyone especially me.

Sometimes every word disappears
I can see them marching off a suicidal cliff everyone dropping to its death.

Sometimes this world carries a silence so thick the words just scramble away like little kids in a field of rye with nobody to protect them.

There is a place inside beyond the scribbling dilly dally dance of my pen that the heart just gets too tired to try to ride.

No more words sliding through the rye.

I have been defeated in a thick, steep silence

my legs dragging logs in unknown territory.

I have been smashed through walls trying to deem it worthy.

I hung on with less than a thread for a right expression.

My fingers clutching air
my eyes burrowed in
my thoughts scraped clean
my words all dead
but why do I come back here?

I must love this game.

This battle to try and save the heart from dying in the quicksand of a silence so great that only tears would hit the pages if no words were there to build me.

His dream desk
hides in vast field,

plump with 8 seasons
balanced on  
tightrope lavender skylines.

His careful slow gaze carves itself methodically into each shade.

Stuck inside like soul whispers tied to infinity.

Deeper than space.

Lions thump through his drawers
promising escape.

Ink snakes out of lucid pens,

slick crystal sun rivers
run through rolling wheat.

Red golden stalks of ideas
gleam high,

  everywhere butterflies carousel  whale blue air,

endless blue,

her memory
replaced with
smiling visions,

another version
of delphiniums
tantalizing fire.

Dandelion Sunlight erupting
  petal after petal,

a plethora of garden beds
  sting in country winds.

Chamomile hair drapes down
  in weeping willow solace.

Pages write themselves in ruby rivulets. They sneak past undetected by anyone.

8 seasons raining fire
on stone step eyes.

Lion's paw tingling on sea of green.
They have returned for protection.
God's Love promised to Humanity.

New shapes emerge from unknown
space.

  
Something wonderful is happening.

  A new star is being born inside us.

  It's light I cannot tame.


  Teach me.


Control.
      
          
       Balance.


Temperance.


Return.


     Roar.


          Rest.


Melt.

I can tell somebody beat
him badly as a kid.

They used nasty words like
"I wish you were never born."

They put razors in his skin, rubbed his face in gasoline, lit a match.

His name is Greg.

He wears glasses.

Smart. I can tell.

He has a way about him.

Shy. Nervous. Timid.

Modest eyes.

He hasn't let his hurt turn him into them. He wears his badge of scars like a silent hero.

His voice is a soft spoken child, every time I see him I wanna tell him;

Whatever they did to you I am sorry.
You deserve the highest love.

I want to find him a soft girl with the valley wind in her arms so she can take him down to the place where Lions rest.

Drifting long scents
fierce delicious sugar maples
quake to powdery snow echoes.

Inside no time zone
my thunder eye awe.

Razor feelings
lit electric,

intense nails
slicing up old disgusting letters.

"Breathe easy."
My dead friend says.

"The Canyon Palace is no longer Frozen."

All I know are hungry screams
  begging for
another angelic visitation.

Emerald streams into vast pools.
Her dreams swim there.
Mine are reborn.

Let us touch at least once
  before we turn back into stars.

I never felt compassion like you before, until your breeze swept it back into my pages.

All words died.

One Golden tear from your eyes
blazed my name with yours.

My quaking meadow scream
mellowed into pure
moonlight silence.

Everything I knew
throw it away.

Bring to me
  clean wonder,

oceans full of violet knives
  stabbing my haunted head.

How did I ever doubt it?

Grow more shores.
Talk clouds.
Scream rain.

Blaze into One Final Ripple
where a million frantic words

rise up
at once,

not to be written
but known and felt
in radiant light,

when alignment hits
  and thunder awes
into whispers.

Stretching out
  chopping across air
stealth mode on

logic executed
  down on knees
shot 3 times, point blank range.

I left it bleeding
  to peek beneath your velvet covers
hoping to understand
our connection.

I dropped my shield

hoped at least
  for one glimmer of insight
before you threw me

out amongst
  the bloodthirsty wolves
good thing I kept my blade.

Exploding in skin
this light grows
in crescendo, swelling up
to cascade in auditorium ears,

violen strings cutting the hidden ache making it leak symphonies.

Silent storms breaking cliffs,
sections of you cannonball to water.

Underwater music brings out electric eels to zap and dance.

You slowly sink down
  staring breathless at sun lasers
slicing through sea blue water
  

You marvel at their
resiliency to reach
the rock bottom depths
  
where even the darkness dwelling
  creatures hear the music of the sun.

walks through walls
sews silence into
broken flower smiles

tameless as mist
shivering her forest canopies

sits like Himalayan awe
on swollen shoulders

performs snowflake dances
in solitary rooms
leaves your jaw stranded on desert planes
you cannot define

cuts tainted lips
dies a thousand times
revolts against impossible

liberates Marilyn

her soft soul
able to breathe free
without convoluted fame

as if her blue delphinium fields
lived only in her skin

pawning off beauty
with cheap dimestore perspective

Hollywood is a broken tale scandal
built up regime high.

Shards limping away from fallen skyscapers
unwritten poetry floats
like bright houses on hidden continents

lights up foggy shores
when long nights
plague the haunted

The Fall of hush
after rain
emerald sheets landed
when Spring leaped through
and turned us right side up.

Nothing mattered
when her eyes screamed You.

Walking up toward
the peak,
laughter spinning
  in every atom.

Everything matters
when they discover
It's all filled with You.

The rise of dark
kicking in your door
invaded every room
the unwanted fog grew.

Her words threw daggers,
pinned the Sun down
nothing shined,

  you walked away,
made friends
with the spikes
in your back

as you woke up shivering
by the railroad tracks
hoping to die by train.

Skin the night
with everything
you got,
moonlight ribbons
falling through Ponderosa Pines
like returned prayers
that light your way
to the rim of a canyon
yawning like a God
before the intensity of brightness
fills out the blank pages of darkness
with a silence so violet
angels cry for
the lost Eden
hidden in a jungle
somewhere in their warring hearts.

her voice won't stop dancing
between my days

she brings clarity
like a library to the homeless

on a sweltering August day when
cops are trigger happy and water fountains out of order.

I want to pull behind her eyes
and float her hidden dreams.

feather bound on sovereign wind,
gusted up out of cynical cracks
cities wear like so many scabs.

erase the gang signs carved on every window, bridge, wall,

her clean eyes will tell them
how we're all the same thing
at the core.

Soul is colorless.

No red, no blue about it.

I want to sing inside her covers

Autumn splashes
on
extraordinary
  electric air

deer leaping over cruel distances

click mute all the impossibility of
can't from her busy schedule.

I am driving inside her Pacific ocean eyes and they crash my stillness
with blue bliss mystery.

her voice like a sun flare curling
a dragon's nail across a merciless city.

I am just an ember being dragged beneath her scrape leaping up sparks in extraordinary electric air.

Single for seven years
I decided to take the Sun on a date

dynamite verse slid out of my back pocket
even roaring breakers stopped to listen

seagulls approached
slow paced,
small child-like eyes

eager to fly through
a brand new moon

steam rolling lavender
mending another broken side of light

after machine gun Kelly storms
left our town upside down.

I left hidden pools
under your magnetic medallion

one closer look
made sea and river whisper together

under countless nights
when sand begged for her footprints

like a student
whose master was murdered.

Imagine Khan leaving your village in
tatters, pick up your pen,
dedicate every page to Light.

Wine and roses falling graceful
in a place we cannot imagine.

Hard to believe we all came from there
after all this madness stormed our souls
our desire drinking naked from
invisible fountains.

"Come to Me all who have heavily laboured and I will give you rest."

Words pulling our treasures out from
the chest, teach me again,
beyond price jewels dripping from
a unfathomable fall.

Looking back unclouded
tasting strength in her eyes

made his pages come alive
a hidden cave storing our clipped wings

left our sentences flowing
secretly, pageless, nomadic beings

never once human
tossing stars into a battered sea.

Let's Drink Rumi Wine
dash out into tides

and read seraphim masters
reclaiming pieces of shotgun
splattered wings.

I could watch your words
revive an entire ocean
your phantom body walking on
glassy dazzled waters.

Robes of uncountable stars
falling through broken mirrors
healing darkness and fixing cracks.

One look staring back at us from all
things,

her lullaby sand full of brand new moons,

a left over bonfire smouldering in her
morning masterpiece.

Tell me again what you said last night
my memory is wiped out
tides stole our evidence

during high tide.

I have always had extreme difficulty
trying to capture the perfect night

and your spiral shell of echoes
holds the mathematical equation
for all living things.

Can you please come back down again
so I can pen every word?

You've caught more than my attention
but these tides keep on erasing the prints she left when dreams flew into our
reality and carried us away.

Everything is different now
after I felt the Sun kiss me.

Give me the strength to describe it before I head back out into wilderness.

Her smile is a book written by Glade
  showered by May Sun
investigating deep Spring Green
my eyes rolled over in
glimmering glow,

butterflies hovered in trance
even they didn't know what to do.

She peeled back the cover
  and the first line dipped into
every place you ached to be
  all at once.

She was Fire in every Maple
deciding to run through our eyes
and permanently scald us when the wind took it all away.

Her departure twisted nights into
Dracula's twin blades
and our favorite book,   erased.

How long did it take for you to recover?

It took me forever and a day.