Slivers
of
white
thumbnail
moon

slinking through stripped
winter branches

a beautiful lonely stalker
lighting up dark
best it can

an unexplainable cloud
rolling over
in my head

a hooded bearded warrior
shivering in doorway
across the street
wishing somewhere warm.

A hundred people walk by him
without looking once.

He slipped
into
invisible man.

I'm the only who sees him.

The strange cloud
begins to speak.

I wake up in
lonely wet slivers
of shine

disturbed by millions
like him/her/we/me/us.


****.

I love you.

I breathe benevolence in wild dust of tumbleweed.

I store a thousand miles of moonlight in my crunched up tangle.

My scented hair holds the essence of night diamond winds.

I gather my life, curl by curl
  twist by twist, rolling through like knotted midnights-

A bruising ball of spike and thorn.

  I will sweep through deserts like a wild thing.

I come out of nephilim scars.

Weep the outcasted country of fallen angels.

Tortured rambler of ghost war roar.

I am torn loose
my thistles flow rapid
   like a giant ball of desert song
     haunting the darkness in
          moonlight wind.

They are crawling in violet sands of silence. Hours jet by like nothing. They are stinging you all over. Powerful burning, moon spackled in every grain. An inner Sun dawns, hits  water, nobody knows. Or do they?

I once fed my hostility into the jaws of intensity in hopes to be rid of it.

Now. It is done. Paper swallowed
pain. Painted bars the mind brushes to trick you into prison. I learned to let go.

Mother tells you it's illegal to cry. Keep it locked up for decades, a child who discovers Houdini's secret window.

He crawls out. Night and day embrace. Rainfall of stars.

Peace at last.

Now they are stinging in violet sands of silence.

Long letters swirling beyond your reach but dazzling the water's edge close enough to jolt the aching valve to a pipeline your spirit raced through.

They come.

Scorpions of powerful, needle fire stings.

The pressure to release them builds like a secret ocean as you sprawl out on violet sand wondering how to express the Eternal diamonds following you in the waters of your
inner world.

Long letters swirling from beyond.
Only in deep calm can I catch them.

Most times I am frantic clawing at night's window, diamonds falling out from my eyes replacing the words I need to trace them.

They are not mine.
They are everybody's natural heritage.

Majestic stars of eternal love
  streaking into our secret ocean.

We just have to open the door
to the private shore and give it surrendering permission to love us.

In order to survive the apocalypse
your eyes must travel down long rails.

Eyes haunted by lead pipes, swinging down, ruthless.

In order to survive the apocalypse
you must live in the streets,
wear the same grey sweater for one year.

Dig through garbage for cool ranch Doritos, scream to the ***** ******* who killed your husband
on a train named Fire,

they live in the air, possess your dreams, controlling your need for dope.

In order to hit rock bottom
you must be ignored by everyone,
injustice is a needle plunging into
stars,

lethal juice taking away shine.

In order for you to survive you will memorize every erupted sidewalk,
learn the ways of a wayward leaf,

float emptiness
hoping to land
somewhere safe

you must patrol grubby alleyways
speaking to dumpsters
hoping for the same men
who killed your beloved
to **** you too.

In order to get relief
she will cry in my arms
a stupid hot dog and some ginger ale will seem like gourmet food
in a Oakland 7-11 you have been ousted from.

Do they know your story?

She will break your heart.

But for one hour,
as we talked,

her ***** beaten vengeful eyes
melted down to sweet butter
and I know Heaven and kindness still lived inside her,

as I noticed an angel
screaming from the throat
of an apocalyptic survivor
whose love got murdered for no reason on a train named Fire

and nobody gave a ****.

Her african eyes
burning me,
forever.

It felt good
when switchblades
opened up
in the bite of a wolf.

Knocking on your door
I should have known
your response.

Wandering away from home
so young,

what did I know?

Other than a million magic breezes,
or a haunted taste of beauty without claws.

What could I see skipping
through the dark?

Fireflies like stars with wings glittering all of night, enthralling
my wonder, making it grow.

How did I feel when they circled all around me?

Choking on tears,
swallowed by hate
not knowing blood would follow.

What did I learn from your ruthless run?

Leaping wild through branch, drinking from a poison lake,

using the fang,
licking my claws clean
for another night hunt.

Taming you took practice,
I had to search with
everything I had
in order to bless you
and set you free.

Tell me wolf.

How does it feel now knowing I am hunting you?

This is limbo
on nights when her tongue is rain
memory induced Fantasia

she slides down
her bare hands
two trained ghosts

handed degress in art of haunting.

She is a distant meadow for
mind retreat
dying delicious between
weeping willow hills

our intuition convinced
enigma lives everywhere
feathers promising flight
catching luminous traces in
packed corners of range

a hollow safety excited with light

grasping for retrieval
her ignited touch
made shadows doubt
(after sunburns healed)
if she ever existed.

Now all they eat are enormous
plates of lie
full of skeptical speculation
cynical as Wall Street

consumed by slot machine numbers

horrible distant fade out
one drop of rain
holding secrets of her laughter.

I lean against twilight
animated smiles
hiding behind far away colors
we watch them slip down too fast.

A planet full of invisible ice crystals
glowing around something intangible.

A forest of kiss
reaching starlight scents.

Tell me how it felt to you
when sirens blasted loud inside but no help came?


Out of breath
chasm falling
asylum stained
pushed out by trust.

When we had to sort through
the tumbled steel debree alone
divided far by death of angels
before first grade ever started.

Wordless, she sat
thinking of her murdered son
as she watched the black and white cruiser go by.

No Protect and Serve about it.

A black crow flies above good and evil, impervious to it all.

The words of the master like an echo in her mind whispering across space and time.

"Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do."

Meanwhile, she could not keep her hand from caressing the hand cannon sitting like a black shark on her dining room table.

Her skin leaking out a hidden volcano pouring on the steps of injustice.

The friendly hand of mercy arm wrestling with another kind of hand.

Every breath she drew in shook  because she didn't know which hand
would win.

Fire or water.
Which one do you choose?

I will spend my last dime on you my friend as we sit side by side eating lobster on the shoreline plucking out golden coins from mid afternoon tides, our voices rising and falling into laughter to silence.

You will have a certain shine in your eyes I will recognize from a soft spoken pocket adored in the Sun.

I will swim inside it when we depart for years remembering what your soul said without any words.

I will comb through humility gently as if your friendship is baby hair.

My internal eyes knowing who you are, reflecting on everything we both have been through.

I will spill dimes from my hands to watch them roll across black asphalt and think of your one thousand smiles glinting in rolling silver.

I will dance with your ghost in my room listening to candlelight music
as Mountain wind screams through my open window bringing me the scented garden of your memories.

I will drive down moonlight hallways alone in a forest as the violet ghost of your light reassures every tree how much they are treasured.

I will speak your name.
A whisper of music in my clear mind and count the seconds your eyes cannon blast back into mine.

***** meteors on a desert floor
I invited you to impact me.

Every sharp edge crush
softening my sand.

I walk blades of sky
woke up blooming
full of clear blue crystals
feeding on sea breeze mist-

wondering how to speak abstract
reality where visions burn
into criminal aches for such splendid, lashing colors

for a sunset masterpiece gazed upon behind bars.

Night is a blade
at my jugular
falling for a taste
of itself.

***** pieces of light from
every star, watch my silence
capture a long lost lover.

Invisible ink printed nowhere
behind the covers of a book called Infinity.

Walls tumbling as I tunneled
inch by gruelling inch
drinking dust.

Walls tumbling as I tunneled
day after day
eating dust.

Walls tumbling as I tunneled
month by month
wearing garments of dust.

Walls tumbling as I tunneled
year by year,
no love.

Now,

finally out
and this grey black dust
taken off by sweet silver God rain.

It stirs within

barely a leaf scrape
swimming asphalt street
where first glimpse
skipped away free.

It stirs within
begs with Alcatraz prayers
for release.

It sits
tiger crouched
flexing claws
waiting to savage you
with stripes.

It talks with no lips
plants trees
using wind

it builds up

merging puddles
into lakes

owl dashing
water ripples
on the surface

its wing touches
you in perfect glide

mind hysteria
running mazes
in search for longing words
that leaves your tongue hanging in moonlight ivy

vibrant pieces of beer bottles
glittering in your eye sweep
struggling to speak full light.

I have roots inside
escaping ink

help me to explain
my knees bleed
your Throne.

Eyes too bright to stare into
My shield stands no chance
to block YOU.


It rises within
a cascade mountain range
where a hidden trail is waiting.

It listens to your heart
shapes fortune by intention

It responds to good will

brushes forest
with no fingers

It calls down
an echo
that shatters illusion

that you are all alone.

Influenced by twilight
  mesmerizing eyes
digging further into Fall.

Giants in the sky
circling dark to white,
  now orange to pink.

Double rainbow slashing
up, disappearing into hill.

Orphans of leaves following you.

Head full of reflections
sunk into grass.

Her movements wave hypnotic wands in front of me.

Turbulent strings quivering from
  invisible fingers recklessly playing
blue thunder.

Nameless now as ever before
  her excellent ghost which
    lights me.

Why do you rage inside me
  when the flames have lost
all sound?

fiery arrows like words
slicing  air
fell down
on our straw hut roofs

blazed us
our peaceful village, destroyed.

Uprooted, we wandered
refugees of light
trapped in darkness.

Our minds hunted by fire,
night bled stars
pierced fragile shells

we had to face
a million stranger's of fragmentation,

we carried other people's words
inside our torn identity,

we grew wild weeds on lost highways,

my vengeance traveling to far places scarring country sides
with black roads.

We searched in wrong places, a field of switch blades calling out our names.

We moved away, found an inner eye opening in a world that holds our dreams.

We went back to the burnt village, forgave every arrow that pierced us.

The Angel of the One
came back and showed us
who we really are.

Now our cageless light
is no longer seeking
what almost completely destroyed everything.

We still roam, troubled in a new way, free from fiery arrows unleashed by family we still love.

Our new eyes no longer seeking
salvation from this world.

Part of the shape you hold
hidden deep in pine grain

split open by an axe of light
reveals intricate textures

a secret color
whispering to dawn
choose me.

Stealing into woods
an exiled poem
unable to write

a stealthy dynamite light speaks
without words

there is depth unsung

a bruised peach leaked to faraway sunsets
if buckets or ropes could reach
a silent explosion

how this small mouth
downpoured secret rain.


**

Ripe enough to remember
pearls hidden in clover

nameless as the feeling
when someone you love
swallows suicide

only to come back to tell you
how to cultivate explosions of frequency
planted deep in rich patterns.

"All you have to do is let light axe you wide open and surrender to gravity."

How they danced
behind tall walls of Pine,
dripped in clear blue
wishing to be seen
like children
pent up in a cage
their eager eyes drooling for sky
small fingers clasped around
chain-link,

their throats held rivers of song
behind steel-

it grew out, touched the invisible compassionate ocean of being,

crying for release
all these bright words
jumping up and down
behind the great wall of Silence.

I looked everywhere for the gatekeeper to free them
but only the blank page laughed
cruelly in my face.

How the star spoke crisp
threading gossamer between us.

What we couldn't say
baked in ovens
until silence was ripe to speak.

Bold and true
Blazed our tongues
dew like beneath moonlight.

We ate frost until we knew what it was like to courageously shine our gentle nature back from madness.

When it spoke to us
We exploded into It.

Intricate webs of starlight became known.

Light spoke in the golden center of Awe where our love struggled fanatically to break free.

Our love deepened into the Earth
and flew to far reaches.

We crossed over aware of where we really come from.

Infinite Radiant Palace

Our Divine Heritage revealed by the simple merger of ALL Shine.

Silently still
rock of a million ages
born in fire
emerald enchanted
flair of glisten
marked by Sun
building momentum

the puppet of words
siently still
listening to science of music

the next move
prays to bite
an inner tide
so clean

the tube is clear
for laughter of light
to calmy pass through
and be its illuminating self.

Every liquid drop of you falling
is a song of departure
my scooped out ground won't forget.

I see you spill but you can't reach me. I bleed back into myself the last memory of our dance.

When Spring launched after you soaked me.

Touch the thirst
sandy throat
  nomad drifter

remembering rain
  when all the August grains
    cry out
  
inside a fiery tornado
  lit up in the center

with a bolt
  scorching,
    hotter than Sun.

Funnel of light
  leveling the expression
    you seek.

Must I start over
  carrying silent debree
    after you stormed through me

leaving this bright residue
   still twisting inside
     my hidden pathway.

Touch my thirst
  sizzle the answers
    into August grains,

flash flood this Mojave
with the echo
    of your flood.

When words go South
who knows how they'll speak.

They could speak the wrath of hobo nation. Run straight toward bullets. Undaunted.

Who knows true conquest?

Long tracks uphill
will test your character.

The Peace speech given by the wounded warrior that erupts with honesty from a hopeless foxhole.

The spinning brodies on your asphalt,
fire digs in
won't let go.

The stain of beauty that marked your eyes with halo Shine.

The cross every human bears
that has to rise with nails still there.

Too immense to comprehend.

You packed your bags
Headed South
To find yourself

Came back
brooding silence

Caress the worst
shine the best

I could not capture you on paper, one day, I only hope.

Redwood wind in my face.
The lost words hunting through a quiet hush in the forest thrush of your secret quest.

Pushing down walls
******* bear traps
escaping executions by the final wave of a merciless hand
ruling your mind with cold Iron.

No one escapes bits of heavy shrapnel, still smoking in the veins like a ghostly Dragon
who speaks from nowhere.

She turned South down the wrong road,
Was Found half naked in a cold ditch
tattered dress
once black
now red.

Barely alive.
She miraculously escaped
savage hands, ran 20 miles through thorns and razor
barely remembers anything.

Her words sprinted South
became that freezing stare
that is not human.

When words go South who knows how long it will take to speak?

Maybe never again.

If my eyes could write the sea
  would it be stilled after the cannonball roar of your
shattering  arctic breeze?

If my hands could tame your waves
with a light that craves your name
  will you show me how to sing
    the burdens off of me?

If my burn reflects the sun
   and seagulls cry my name
would you listen to my pleas
as the entire world will swallow me?

If my eyes could write the sea
and the storm roll over me
would she still remember
  how her hand once set us free?

If my silence could ever speak
  and reflect what I truly mean
will mercy hold a warm room
           meant  for me?

When the sunset cannot be caged
  and visions bloom through sea
will the promise of your return
set every person free?

When darkness stains my tears
and crew is lost at sea
as the Captain navigates in doubt:
  
Do you promise to visit me?

If my eyes could write the sea
  and my love return your breeze
would you remember to sail
the holy mystic three?

When the Captain is completely beat and the madness
of the waves  retreat-

The Angels of the sea will appear
to mend his broken feet.

It slips off the rooftop in sheets of powdered sugar, curls and drifts, shoots out at you, touches briefly before spiralling into darkness.

It moves electric, under skin
claiming ownership of your vessel.

It builds up in heaps
lifts the night up
with invisible arms.

Shadows crawl across the pasted walls asking you where the light has gone.

You say,    it will be right back.

It digs beneath the iron core of fathers, plays the strings where guards have latched tight all the cabinets.

It wrestles through your dreams
sneaks across cobblestones,  
whispers traces of holy songs
you never can remember.

It haunts with mighty winds
spreads its spirit through any mountain.

It sets a thousand ships on fire
and you know that you can't stop it.

Stepping in
  peeling black air back

radiant orange
snoozing edges

attempting to grow
reaching for white

dreaming to merge
both shades

aching inside for the other.

Walking out from the protection of egg shell, your wings exploded on a red-orange horizon.

When the cage came down, your snagged wings bled out sunset fire.

Addictions hung you out to dry.

Slowly over years the noose of their lies scarred the scattered truth and flung it beyond darkening hills.

Monsters kept rising up from the scar that never healed and blasted contempt for All.

Pieces of egg shell glinting on your feet from the bright dream you emerged from.

Nothing makes sense down here until you start to investigate.

When the sunset fire starts to reach out with its long coloured tendrils and the smashed wings begin to repair itself after years of search.

When the insatiable ache for truth starts tapping the distances with its telepathic antenna and the ghost of heaven comes down to heal you.

As the clear path in your heart is pruned and the resurrected star of truth explodes inside your space-

When you leave your body
  and your best friend whispers your name in heaven,

maybe then you'll finally wake up.

My eyes and heart are open.
How bout you?

Taking time to paint the pondering
leaves like you did just before sunset when the silent eyes of knowing relaxed on a slice of shady lawn and your persevering love burning across the street from heaven shimmered the entire galaxy
just before night opened up her billion starry eyes to hold us with
as we felt the brush strokes sliding across the nameless space that tingles with phantom fingers somewhere inside a corner of sacredness-

I have reserved just for you.

Spill
the
unspoken
wish
of
candle fire
on a
ledge
at your window
flickering
in night's breeze
the bars in the
heart, uncaged
waiting for the signal
from a higher blaze
to storm in
and ignite it all
back to the single point
of bliss.

rippling toward shore
tiny suns and wind
flood waves with a
faceless author,
leaving the dazzling white crowd sizzling on
the
shore
disappointed
as they bite their pens for a autograph they'll never get until they die.

The fast descent of snow
covered Reno like a legion of white angels

furious flakes gliding and collecting in mass

it was late
around 2 a.m.
or so.

I was stranded like an alien in another world whose ship had crash landed in a strange, hostile city.

I remember turning the corner,
a body was sleeping in the door way.

I felt my heart leap out from its chest as if some wild boar lived in there.

I felt a warm wave of compassion engulf me for this person who could have been anybody. I could see no face. Man or woman I could not tell.

Just a body.

Who are you huddling in unforgiving cracks of a broken down society?

This reflected so much to me in that moment that I stood, half paralysed, gawking at the stranger, wishing I could do something. Being broke I could offer no money otherwise I would have laid down a 20 beneath his back pack.

What a brave soul, daring to sleep out here. -10 below. Just a sleeping bag.

Was it a veteran?

All I know is that he or she was a member of the human race.

No face. No food. No shield to protect him.

I wanted to call someone but I knew nobody here.

How could society so eagerly throw away people as if they are just inconvenient trash?

It spoke a lot about our system. How could anyone trust it?
Not me.
Not ever.

They will only lie, imprison or **** you with no regard for anything humane.
No heart.
Soul-less.

12 days stranded and there were so many homeless people that it felt like a 3rd world country.

Except for the lights beaming from Casinos which 3rd world countries do not have.

My friend just committed suicide two weeks ago. He visited me in my dreams. I could feel him walking next to me.

A 12 year friendship, gone like that. Tears were trapped within me. I could feel them but I couldn't let them spill until I got through this. I willed myself to be only IRON.

Let the softness collect and build. No time to cry.

The heart was like this sleeping body, left exposed and vulnerable in a doorway,
no shield from the way they talk to you, convince you its fair and normal to leave people in snowy streets with nothing.

They'll turn you cynical in a flash, saying that he deserves it but who knows this person's thoughts, the texture of his life spreading over walls that I couldn't see.

I pictured this person like a brother.

He could have been through anything.

He slipped from the top of a dream, landed here in a doorway, snow fall whispering ten million white pages through his beaten life.

His key to love buried and burning beneath 10 feet of snow.

I walked away, ashamed, tired,
trying not to let my heart leak out from my eyes and freeze against my stinging face. It was not easy trying to suppress a sea from spilling.

All I could think about was home.

No shield around my heart as it opened up
to let in every white Angel of love landing there, growing huge with mounds of feelings;

still,

it broke my heart with flakes of falling silence that a pen could never trace.

Opening in silence to your neon yellow petal,

I found your voice to be the sun beam to every garden.

My blood poured into this moist, fertilized soil.

Scars and burns settled, grew over time to be priceless teachers
in a school for rising angels.

Opening in the space inside me I have carried your cherished color
as it bled its dreams into my skin.

You are change less.

I am the broken circle
  made whole in the forgiveness
  of perfect light.

When your mysterious eyes opened up like a full moon sneaking past a gigantic dark cloud,

every stream of You
  blossomed me

not even the rigid concrete
  could stop the growth
   of our immortal connection.

You are everywhere
  burning for every eye
    to know you.

You spoke and said,
Everyone is my precious family.
Some have just forgotten
their neon yellow petals
all connect to me.

Leave my eyes
  walking through a solo
    forest alleyway

elegant fire
  zooming in your
    Hot white spotlight,

Leave me flapping
  on her gentle take off-
     plastered delicately
         on feathered flight-

cool night breeze
  mingling with awestruck limbs-

Needle's eye shedding experience
  from a wizard
    growing stronger and brighter
      Inside You.

Leave my jaw
   walking away
     bolting for a intuitive sunset

where your hand holds all the colors
  my mortality has forgotten.

If every word
from all the stars
fell down all at once
it still would not be enough
to show you
how I feel.

If all the words
that ever moved us
began to speak
from four directions
they still would not capture
what it is I need to say.

If all the gold from heaven's domain began to melt in my eyes when you said what you said I would not have the ability to show you what I mean.

If all the yellow grass is hungry to stay green and all the captive elephants break their cruel and inhumane chains I still could not tell you how freedom sings.

If the cricket chorus lays me down to sleep and the heart is opening again for God with a light so bright
all my secrets sneak away from me,

then maybe you would know this is what I mean when I tell you that I love you.

I swim in a penitent pool
blessed with calm
my final dream
the perfect water;

where all words are slashed to ribbons.

This pool is my treasured green bliss.

I will not forget my broken parts
flying out of the machine mouth scream.

Machine gun scattered,
eating hard shells of paradise lost.

This pool of calm green peace doubles in strength when you surrender your guns on its shore.

In order to enter the vast glass of tranquility, there can be no fear.

It will always wait for you until you are ready.

You must do the inner work before you can swim. Anger blocks it. Victomhood hides it.  The blame game pushes it away.

Every soul is a drop from its perfect silent pool. All you have to do to get there is get out the way.

Drop every wall.
Walk out of the cave.

Open your soul
to the vast pool of bliss.

How thirsty is your desire?

This is how it zigzags
a thousand bolts of you
rippling night glass
speaking razor blades
through humbling lips.

Following the flash

one spark

is all it takes
to make the forest
write fire.

Crackling mean,
tornadoes of flame
orange red green

caught up
in a blaze
from inside eyes

praying for pools
delivering amens
sharp sun
razor blading library lawns,

prophetic writing
trapped on a bathroom stall
craving blood from understanding eyes,

jaws opening in the ocean of her heart made swimmers fear her depths.

Truth is a ruthless wanderer
  a scar littered bolt of invincible storm living inside rooms of skin.

Watch out
when it speaks.

Razor blades swimming
through water
will cut you open
and force the bottom
to shed its colorful secrets.

You are a cool breeze in August twilight pushing off from green misted river,
that flows through all my dreams,

saving me from disconnected illusions.

Loose paperclip on the table
signaling for order
waiting for words
to manifest on paper
and
hold it all together.

The overheating radiator
in his mind spews out
ancient cruel riddles
of self torture
over and over

anxious-

to boil his sleeping hand
that hasn't touched a pen for weeks, even though the emotional impulse flies with lightning tips through his storm scandal eyes...

Scorched by green antifreeze
all he can do is bury himself in
passing clouds of inarticulated patterns as they flow beneath a blazing moon-

hoping for the invisible, wayward prophet to return
and interpret them
in such a way-

He hears a otherworldly voice become his own.

When you find the master key in a secret hideaway make sure to polish it.

After awe is done drying on your cheeks and faith has repaired the sword of truth, hold heaven's love in silence for at least 6 months.

Get to know it.
Remember everything you can.
Learn every trick of the key.
Forgiveness is the answer,
harsh Judgment, a limiting beast.

Every path is unique.
Everyone secretly connected.

**** all selfish agenda's.
Take the over pouring trash cans filled with negativity to the curb and feel only strength bless you.

Walk down the street.
Hear silent sirens erupting from
the voice of darkness.

Dispel it by using kindness.
If rage confronts you, walk away with prayers hoping it transforms.

If an enemy disguised as a friend comes to break your windows
go to the silent key,
tell it everything,
listen to its soft turning.

Magic shine of a million hideaways,
opening inside,
tell the windows not to worry-

the master key
can fix it all.

You let the imagination of your voice hunt me in the Black Forest after you teased me with magical letters you wrote with leaf risen wind.

It circled around my head
brown and red characters
with a dialogue so rich and unique-

It was the best performance I've ever seen.

When I was 12,
I remember staring down from a hundred foot ledge.

I stood right at the edge for 3 hours looking down.

Filled with things I couldn't speak of all I could think about was jumping.

I don't know why I didn't.

Everything black burned inside
like the devil stormed your castle and killed everyone
but left you alive to suffer.

Now I understand.

There is a conspiracy against the light.

We must hold on with everything we got.

We are the ones,
spirit will use to help heal the darkness.


There is more going on than meets the eye.

Use your light.

Don't jump.

I believe in you.
We have legions of angels on our side.

Ask them for help.
They will come.
Use your heart.
Heaven lives inside it.

Dying to reach
reaching since I remember

small hands toward grasshopper

in search for something
grander than what words can say.

Bigger than any thought.

A dynamic pulse between flesh and spirit.

Co-creation with a invisible magician.

Something mingling between dreams,

a tumbleweed racing through blue sand searching to speak with your lips.

A feeling wondering how to escape
prison.

Captive sunset waiting to reflect in
  still sea,

your hands reaching for paint but
  the ache of it stops you before
     fingers can clutch it.

Yellow lanes of rays drive beyond
   ordinary confines.

Deep blue heart
indigo soaked with promise
    submerge and reset.


     Rise and float
       weightless thorns
          lifted by pure sea.

  Merging silent

with a invisible brush
   no hands

    IT shows off
      paints your face with sacred
            perfection.

It levels you.

You elevate beyond all peaks.
     Immortality smiles without a
          face.

     Next level is engaged
       awe becomes an everyday river
          including you in it's priceless
             sweep.

All of a sudden you know exactly how to proceed.

Only up from here.

Tow the ache
  simmering magnetic
    slivers of sunset awe
  
         streaking unnamed things
           holding it inside
              unleashing rivers of
       clean starlight

giving itself
      to the earth.

    Loneliness smells like curling
        smoke drifting on a crisp night
           when a thousand howls
               plead to the Harvest Moon

                    for something
                       buried inside
                          sprouting to get out.

Call it the invisible field of yourself
  where nobody can see what
     grows there, except the One
        who flies through it,    

        
   monitoring it all
       with unconditional love          listening to the ache
  of diversity yearn for itself

on another level
where two becomes One.

When I found myself frozen in that **** Hole place,
wishing only for music
I drifted down to find quiet waters.

Leaves rustled
birds glided
Perfect Sun
broke through miles and miles
of stone cold grey.

Something wonderful still engaged with fire, roasted me within my lonely hut and my eyes wanted to finally see it.

I knew if I couldn't free her from my heart she would lay me down face first,

my blood all running out
she would wear an icy smirk
walking away dropping me off
from that abandoned ledge.

I knew I had to climb out of the bottle and go find that misunderstood Legend responsible for Every Magic
trick that saved my life from myself.

I knew I had to climb far.

Who knows how long it would take on a shadowy street
where Truth is a dangerous commodity in a world soaked with lies?

No matter

At least now
I could follow the music
Of my Soul
and wipe that ***** smirk
right off her cold cold face.

I am building you back
piece by piece
my granite child

who ran below fire

to feel

a slow
crystallization
of minerals embed you.

I am going deep down
to tame your fire.

I will speak to you calmly now
since nobody else would.

I am circling your rage
water flowing from my hand.

I do not expect you to trust anything.

Your crucified eyes scream nails.

I will catch them with my heart.

I will not run away.

I am here to let your fury put their deeds on trial until you are ready to **** or cry.

I am building you back
piece by piece

after this sentence
we will walk down
the street
free of everyone
who told us who we are.

We will know
on our own,

finally calm.

River I
leaf floating on
against what would **** us,

Careless still,
twirling  between  mountains
we came from the sky,


drop by  drop
our patience is a rush,
listening for You.

River I,
lullabies and thorns
caught up,

jagged movement's
take your scars
into water

heal the indomitable will
cast off selfishness

cut yourself down
to a rippling star
wondering at majesty
whenever night sheds
its sturdy whispers

gentle as kitten
fierce as jungle
purling away
through all types
of Mountain Mazes.

Liquid dreams
hatching a million moon stares,

solitary eyes knowing
someone magical is
carefully building Ocean's-

Breaking in a place that wakes me
and moves my love into a wider  place.


River I,

Ocean You,

I am arriving soon.

Night strolls in like a stranger
with a book of stars in its cloak,
takes it out,

begins reading in front of the polished sky,
every stone weeps off its tough exterior.

Night's voice paints the color of deep rememberance,
vivid streaks make the canvas
sing, ancient eyes awake,
use the forest to stir the story up.

Night's light takes the white guard passing  and explodes it into more.

Pines drip envy.
Windows turn to waterfalls of light.

Halos form,
rainbows dance in circles,
tongues drop, thirsty for more.

Night's rhythm dives into blood.
Cuts the icy edge inside with the sound of wonder.

Heart pools into a vast lake.

Gaze into stillness.

Night's reflection wears your mysterious face.

Descend from above.
Bring the above to below,
and shine calmly to reflect where we come from.

Seven secrets glowing,
I felt you Everywhere
my body lit up
soul on fire
giving me more love
than I knew what to do with.

Tangible wish of my broken child.

Invisible blessing from above.

Two dreams meeting on Earth,
all intangible colors bleeding from my eyes.

All I could do was stare at You.
My silence burning in your secrets.

They will tell you that in order to be a man you must turn off your feelings and get icy cold.

They will bark insane orders at you that defy logic, common sense, or any kind of rational explanation.

I say

I will explore my feelings more
because they lead to a place where
whispers are born.

I will turn off TV for eleven years
and listen to what Earth and Heaven are saying.

I will investigate silence.

I will go back to the place I can't remember
and fill up with what is there so I can help spread Love across the face of this world.

extinguished like raindrops
dried on rose bush thorns

every color
pulled up and down

shaking cables in elevator shafts
groaning with memories of you


step away from the ledge
this is all dream play

pebbles thrown down
from ancient majesty

cruel to forget
bliss to remember

each stone thrown away
owns a soft place

in this rich mountain soil
drop the world

a bad tv show
trying to keep you

from stepping into open blue skyway
gather your things

leave your solace
on the mountaintop

head up North
get culture shocked

walk the needle littered streets
step over bad habits

hit the libraries
bookstores
coffee shops

stare out windows
hoping for dead pens
to Lazarus up

take freezing cold showers
in Canada rain

heaven's rainfall
is hiding masterpieces

catch the tempo
in pure light dreams

144 blocks away from
another perfect dream

you almost remember
if only......

crystal clear beats
shattered my streets again

my busy traffic stops
floating us away

river riots in the street
letting us know

who is really in charge
when mother shakes

fumes
vents

lava red
tidal ripped
raw nerves twisting it up

shifting sides
turning evil on its head

exposing corruption
breaking knots

tipping scales
torching blind folds

letting liberty
be seen

across dark waters
she is striding.

Stripped of all defenses
her hand no longer
bled when it ran down
the spike less cactus
as she found the place to
quench her thirst,
my vulnerability
no longer
hiding in
storms of needles.

Using broken nails to build my armor in order to protect myself against anything.

Gathering pieces of 2x4
to survive you.

Rebuilding a shattered tower.

A magic door awaits inside it.

The Magician is behind it, patiently waiting, eternity on its side,

holding secrets of a billion galaxies in its inhuman eyes.

The One residing in All things yet greater than all its parts.

I am reaching my hand through the portal, your golden healing elixir smoothing my broken nails, turning crumble into resurrection.

One eye.
Seeing through everything.

My trench of piles
anticipating more flow,

an ocean of clouds waiting to flood my prepared channel for the
masterpiece  of  Falling Rain.

Following the fracture, I closed two eyes and opened up my 3rd one.

You fashioned me to the oceans elastic patience.

Aching for the masters haven I bled out wind to sing for you.

Following the fracture I dipped down below the surface to surrender to the undertow of Faith.

My one wish returned in the aftermath of break.

Risen up, You enhanced me.
Swelling blooms upon every hill verified what I always knew.

How light infiltrates beneath the skin once you forgive the mangled wounds.

Infiltrate me again.
I have never tasted a sweeter scent than You.