I saw marks where the beast left its claw tracks in her vengeful eyes.

Heavy traffic filling her lanes, left hand holding her tired, sweaty head.

I felt gracious fingers graze outside her walls in which tenderness was denied access.

Follow the claw,
watch it divide.

Dollar signs in her eyes made her Insanely blind.

She broke free, a mechanic bull when day closed his burning eyes letting the lead foot do its speedy dance.

I felt the ****** fingers of compassion cruising down her rough exterior never giving up.

I witnessed the wide pool of love
quaking outside her gates.

I dove in and prayed for everyone.

How to harbor a bay with no moon?
To navigate without light.

What it takes to bleed frost?
Cling to who you aren’t.

Test bullets with hate until empty.
What it takes to roam sullen hills
To move slow, weighed down by punish and neglect.

What it takes to rise slowly
Run and chase something already there.

Hiding, waiting for anger’s mist to burn away.

How it feels when Sun cries.
Leaves your eyes swollen and full of sting.

When a friend believes in you again.
Invites you to live somewhere clean
After dying in drug induced streets.

What it takes to live with words
That cut your life,
To turn them over year after year
Watching them take you away from Paradise.

What it means to silence lies?

Pull out nails that don’t belong
Or got hammered in wrong
It requires lots of work.
Takes courage and a willingness to step out
Into air,
Not knowing
Whether or not anything will catch you.

What it means to return to love?

To endure
What almost killed YOU.

grazing long hours
in a maze

I run

just to chew the fat

from a missing piece

of understanding

that fits

in the

crystal blue room

of your sky.
  
  she opens the door
  night after night

checking to see if someone is there

arrows rapid fire from her belligerent mouth

they stick to anything male

wears her denial like a crown

but the love of her life killed himself when she was 19

she never told my half brother
how his dad died until high school.

it's complicated

stop asking me ******* questions

I don't have all the answers.

all I know is that moment changed everything

You have no idea

neither do I

why black rain puddles
to drown dreams

or how tentacles slither out
from all the cracks that never heal

impact like a meteor

dents so wide
they'll swallow your whole family

and cruel fire will speak
  from the missing pieces
   of love

to teach you how to forgive
or to become another lunatic
driven by rage.

I have smiled at both your faces and earned my right to graze in the meadows of tears and fire,

after this
only
wisdom
will walk with a limp.

It hits
knuckle flamed
on a street
that took your fascination
gave it wheels
a blurred rush
testing speed
squealing tires
craving to scar road
smoke lingered
processed itself through trees.

Red iron eyes absorbing
It Spoke desire
lit up dark corners
opened up stalls to wonders
grew outside of time
became more
than just a feeling
knocking away sleep
or
stalking dream.

It left signs
guided your blindness
left unexplained footprints
on a snowy trail
leading you to what lies behind
rainbow promise.

It spoke calmly
wished itself upon you
begged me to hear
wanted to be known
a invisible magician
speaking gold rush scripture
fluid and loose
pages torn loose
from a safe in spirit room.

It engraved you
with its miracle
whispered I Love You
when everybody hated You.

It grew lush
flew crisp
a new leaf
defying all logic
tapping at doors
that left you wondering
about empty spaces
and
memories
before
this life
crinkled hope
before skin
when everything
circled perfect
and
the best
Father lived in every house.

Think of tenderness
as moon

bright coin
rolling tricks in space

7 billion eyes
roaming her love,

Given by Sun-
Even She by distance feels bruised.

Magnetic pulling
effecting entire oceans.

Tides inside us
responding, rising

leaving heavenly echoes
spread out

among lavender sand.

They say hell is a moonless night
with ferocious gusts breaking boughs off a gentle man's good nature.

Snapping blooms off tenderness
crushing down what God has given to shine.

I say love is a mysterious master
magnetically bound to follow his light encoded heart.

Thrown into fire, he comes out clean,  intact,  standing true in
violet fields of heaven.

They spread rumours like a vicious record, spinning around broken leaves on a hurricane of crown and power.

The only way to change it all
is to change yourself,

and

burrow deep into God's love
for sword of truth and
spirit power.

her fragility lie tender
nectarine skin
beneath a knife

slitting open intense red
her blood voice
commanded General's.

bursting auspicious
something twilight
on her green surface

reflecting all the promise
of a good harvest
on a summer night

when all the juice
in the stars
tasted like God.

Does the hardest ground not soften when rain storms soak

Does a shovel slice
lighten the load?

Make it easier to lift mountains.

Are your hard boiled guts
immune to this view of total heaven?

I know a harsh voice
that made me seek the rain

caught rough edges by surprise threw me for a loop
softening this shell

allowing it to break
I fell away
crumbling through your touch
I let you take me.

Turns out we can fly.

We forgot so much.

Somebody aims a crossbow in your face but you do not flinch now that death's secrets has revealed itself to you.

Dead of night is a hangman creaking from a ceiling, stealing words.

His swaying motion distracting flow into stagnation.

Blizzard at the window capturing a white wizard of song.

Nothing can shut him up lately.
He mocks you through glass.
You feel with your fist,
lick the jagged crimson from every knuckle.


Slow to die,

this night freeze
stake in the bones
aching to flame
Nile flow into Red.

The ghostly arrival
speaks your name
crisp as the friend
you thought left you,

  so cold the entire country of hell
blindly shivered on your floor.

When you wake up:
Darkness is a rope around
your neck telling you
it ******* hates you
as it scars your breath
with memory.

leaking from cracks
I watch it bubble up

before form
has a chance
to root in,
or
twist the twilight

curiosity will spring down
her thoughts pool
  shift reflective

night skies seasoned with
ancient  stars
cut loose

shoot down
for a closer peek

she will streak
her statement-
    a flash of independence
   raiding enslavement.

A compassionate observer  circles the vast perimeter of damage and self punishment, he gets intrigued, settles closer, peers inside pools, sinks, learns to see anew, gets ***** by overwhelming body guards living inside her gates.

He floats up, a invisible helium balloon, wonders if she knows he was ever there.  

Next time

He will twist the twilight so she will know His love for her.

He will use the entire Universe to reach her.

eyes like a shore

see what you want to see

spirals hidden in sand
know our mystery

a translucent tide
crashes inside

unique
clean

something beyond understanding

shows itself

her eyes press tight
against the armor of her
protection

her pupils

no longer hiding the sea

If I could zoom in to the core of You
snap a photo off:
Infinite Everything,
shattering my eyes
like a bag of marbles spilling
across otherworldly pier,

Your waves will bash,
my barnacles clinging -
a tiny fraction of understanding  
holding strong.

All my hope is sullen joy
sea tossed and spiked with salty clarity.

If I could interrogate your saints of suspect, dangerous speakers of love, dive head strong into every star, break the international silence of borders, curl mist like into lacy starry terrace;

Evaporate into Atoms spinning madness,

Would I end up knowing secrets of your separation and key to your reunion?

If I could splash your sea with crimson army fire,
shoot out rays so intense
all the ceaseless marching
of alluring striking war:

Is stilled by your one reflection?

If I could give voice
to every wing,
design a secret language
for murdered snowflake redemption:

Would glory form a tear drop
in your eye and remembrance bless us-

Back into original making.

Prowling night,
  moon priest
hooking sermons
     to stars,

a yellow crescent lecture
bending light
  in a way
     out of time.

Ditch it all
  to link up to
serenity's  field.

     Pull out
       a dream

attach it on
  this invisible kite
      
full sail rip
    surrendering to open violet

     sky bloom
        cloud burst

        let go,

find the sermon inside
  listen to it glow.

At first glance
skin, eyes, hair.

Terrible sweat patrolling
for a Sun wearing your name.

Face of perpetual reflections-
Nameless one
Illuminating canopy
on a street no one can see.

Help me
float there again
and rest in the great Light
OF I AM.

What is this inferno blaze
taking every petty word?

This hysterical laugh echoing
from hidden attic?

This Soul penetrating every
Dark Night.

Angels of mercy visiting me
as I silently cry in hell.

You are the greatest mystery to this ancient riddle I am trying to solve.

I am learning how to capture green,
obvious signs keep leading
me on.

I hear you but I cannot see you.

Inside my body, light is flashing wild.

Up and down,
hard to describe this angelic burning,
sweet summer hopes broken out, hunting you down
my soul of eternal mysteries.

There is no need to speak.

All this green shelter
speaks for itself.

All this light
still teases me,

like rays
miss the Sun,

knowing your full capacity
is more glorious than my ability to write it.

Job is back *****
I saw him on stage
singing like a wild man,

destruction's wings

flew out of his
broken home throat
like a village of spears
impaling faith,

stop to listen
wilderness has a voice
deeper than moonlight reach

strength has an outlet now
listen, listen, stop it all and
******* listen to it shatter
devil cage.

Job is back *******
and his army of gypsies
have gone black blood
warrior hanging upside down

on a skyscraper about to rise!!

one hand
gripping the Sword of Truth
eyes gone clear from talking with God.

I heard him wail,
back up against the wall
ready to thrown down
a hidden suprise.

Everyone who saw him
leap up
got out of his way.

Job is back
His ****** hand
holding the devil's head.

I saw him cross the street
His spears taken out,
Faith was all he could see.

Knocked out by awe
beauty is a fist
crackling bold,

a ruthless scattering of us
your promise raining hidden letters in the enormity of endless imaginings,

my love is up there waiting,
looking at me with such patient eyes.

I am growing stronger inside.

Everyday another letter
without one word scrawled.

How do you do it?
Please teach me such mastery.
I have forgotten.

Only You can help me remember how to fire this skyline to save the lost Angels from themselves.

I stared hard into the Sun
needing to know
a place before the wars
in a simpler time,


when black holes
ejected callous words
speared out from hell.

I stared hard into the Sun,
found a hidden palace of love
in a place waiting for my forgiveness.

My keys were twisted,
my mind mixed up
spears multiplying by themselves.

When the Sun spoke to me,
I vanished from the world
No longer what I was.

Now only veins of light
flowing,

echoes of a language
only tears of remembrance
can write.

My heart carved out for a new star to shine.

All my wounds, dissolved.

Still, nothing is easy in a upside down world.

Even for angels who remember the back door in their hearts lead to the gentle stare pouring forth from The kind and gentle Sun.

Who still remembers
popcorn ceiling busting open,
Starry Stallions galloping curiosity,
all wonders glinting from every direction?

Who still remembers
Fireflies of ignited love
with puzzling flights aglow,
Working magic spells before their eyes?

Who still remembers
Eggshell sensitive
before the stomping?
All curving smooth white
like secret globe orbiting perfect space.

Who still feels quaking aspens
speak God's name on a wind we all travel through?

I can hear it louder than ever before, now that I have returned to you.

Except now,
All your magical spells
bring floods from my humble eyes.

Indistinguishable light
at 5:44 a.m.
pawing my window

forlorn eyes
shattering for voice

like a walk taken when blue July
shows you how to cut open
hillsides by a hand never human.

Breeze of haunted enchantments
stealing all attentive eyes
who know something wonderful
lives behind it.

Instrument of light
grabbing hold of every
dream.

Your skyline bleeds my window
my eyes are fleeting frames
for the masterpiece
always unfolding
before my lens.

Watery missiles escaped from
my underground base,
fled up and out,

your perfect country
waiting to receive them,

You sent your own reply back
and now my shattered voice
will not come back from dreaming.

I am doing my best
to dress you with
right colors but you keep
vanishing.

I am doing my best
not to close anything open
inside me.


Eyes. Heart. Soul.

You rinsed 12 states
of black dirt away.

My clear view.

A perfect place.

My surrender.

Your Love
taking me up
all my tears you felt.

A love I only dreamed
possible

snuck me away
to show me how you feel
toward all beings.

My outlook changed on everyone.
Your eyes in mine
looking clean through me.

Pure.
Soft.
Stronger than anything.

My humility living on yellow hills,
suddenly sprayed by
Emerald Diamonds.

All my life
just to know
if it was real.

All my life
to be healed
by what my inner child
knew so long ago.

Now.

I must follow you
wherever You take me
to help whoever I can.

Please God.

Be with me now and forevermore.

My heart still aches and calls your name   every day.

Maybe I wanted to go down that wrong way street just to experience what it was like, to feel what others saw, to taste their cardboard house, to see how they still smiled in the midst of ugly, to roam with their perspective and feel what others felt without anyone telling me it was wrong or right. I had to melt in their spoons and get injected into perception's veins and flow inside the promise of redemption to remember to appreciate it All.

At the core of you is Iron
lifting up scars
day by day
struggles bringing future gifts,

keep lifting
the dry intense voice
of desolation,

scabs ripped off by
the curiosity for blood,

keep on it
work in the temple
a long awaited gust
taking away 4 decades of dust.

Long overdue for cleaning
all the black marks
trying to stamp you out,

remember this
my brother
you are stronger
and more loved
by Everything than you currently understand.

Think of your heart
as a gateway
to the brightest dream
delivering you
from the tyrannical warden ruling in your mind.

Go inside,
ask for help
learn to silence chatter
there is a hidden Kingdom
waiting to answer.

What stone knows
patiently sitting beneath
the world,
waiting for someone to answer
its cry.

How stone feels being chipped away,
separated by time.

Subatomic wails of unimaginable love, stoning me against
an iron wall.

Pieces of treasures no one can see.
All glinting for the silence of God.

Continents of song crying from a rough place.

Who would have thought how stone could sing?

Posted up in shade
gazing at desert mesa
waiting for my militant van
to be fixed.

Wheels turn, the violent shaking of tears left me clear, a giant spirit of you lifting me from the pit.

The outstretched hand,
a reminder of kindness,
the prayer for rain
came true,

fell like ancient memories
putting out an 80,000 acre fire
from wiping out the rest of me.

a loss of words
following me
stealthily

slyly spying
on me from
some invisible van

parked on abandoned street
where feelings walk alone
but are felt by a
quiet
universal agent
living outside and inside everyone.

Pain at dawn
scattering my wounds
no longer vengeful in wayward thoughts.

Her shine still obstructs me
gives my path detours
around the bitten concrete
from a Dragon named Desire.

Midday flames interrupt me
California is a heartless corrupt King,
whose wages undermine the wounded worker.

No longer silent.

My wrath unsheathed.
I held it close to his throat,
whispering silver from a holy ghost.

Money is your god.
Slavery is your name.
Death is your answer to life.

My patience only goes so far.