Dear: Poems

Nov 2014 · 821

Reunion

Dear Nov 2014

Reunion

You are like mid week pandemonium
I know you're coming
I can't deny you
And there's no point in regretting you

Nov 2014 · 2.3k

Weekend

Dear Nov 2014

Weekend

Gold saturation in bed under blankets/Silver saliva /The hue of your iris /It's gaudy not quiet /Deliver your brightest /And best/Your dingiest vest /Is still so crisp and clean/Stomp a few times/Laugh at our voices /Curve of your hand/Can't catch my inertia/Quiver imagine /Exaggerated action/You're tongue somehow fits in my mouth.

Nov 2014 · 449

Silver

Dear Nov 2014

Silver

Saccharine sheen I once saw in a dream more silver than a movie screen.
Blues inflates your pouty mouth
rock n roll shouts in your hip bones crooners sway as easy as your tongue mountains made and crumble as bodies repeat slide into one.
Move over
slide your hand across my shoulders. Brush off those boulders

May 2014 · 589

this is not romantic

Dear May 2014

this is not romantic

defused into dumbfounded speed kicked eternal dream
almost sleep state
we never took off.
stuck in rest.
i rub your head, you lay on my breast.
unrest.
brush away webs.
your skin, it's just fine.
It'll pass.
It does every time.
Hours upon hours
Our bubblegum brains, they turn sour.

We knew better
You relearned all your vowels, all your letters.
oh, but your jaw and your lips and the spin and that glass
oh the glass..

isnt worth it.

i can't believe we ever had the gumption.
please don't ask..
ill be vague and you make your assumptions.

this is not romantic.

#love #growing #relapse

Mar 2014 · 605

pleas from tunnel vision

Dear Mar 2014

pleas from tunnel vision

rushed out
dirt kicked
asphalt gripped
and i am gaping
open flesh wound
infected with your insensitivity
blame it on
dopamine
bone dry
tongue manages to barely slip out a
goodbye
no hug
no kiss
while my arms are wide
asking where is this coming from?
tripping over cracks in the sidewalk to wander
why?
you don't want to do this right now
you want to run
i want to run after you
you want to drown in black dreams and ******* pupils
i want to barrel out of this tunnel and into the light of our peripherals
because this isn't the worst we've fought through
and we can fight through this if you choose to
ill stand beside you
i hate being behind you
every time you
rush out.

Mar 2014 · 748

what do you even write?

Dear Mar 2014

what do you even write?

she asked
"what do you even write?"
We write
testimonies
pleas
and defenses
our pen, the judge and the jury
we write of the rythymn and the dead space between beats.
our message is the vibrations that barrel out of the belly of the drum
our words encompass the spectrum of light
we write the fuse
we are the piston
we are the face and hands of the clock, the numbers, and the tic tock
we write you.
we write ourselves.
we write strangers and phantoms and projections.
we write wrongs
we write mysteries our reader resolves.
we write eyes, hearts, and minds
tangible soul tales for the deaf and blind.

Feb 2014 · 492

affirmation to myself

Dear Feb 2014

affirmation to myself

sweet saccharine machine
you don't have to be haunted
you don't have to be
sweet saccharine machine
the world's not your problem
go on. get angry

wrap yourself up in the things that you love
get yourself high
leave your mind below
the train wasn't long enough to carry you home
jump off the tracks
get dirt on your toes

don't let them get your best
those you try to impress
the things you control
are the things you regret
loosen your grip
blow smoke from your lips
tire your hands with poems and prose

my

sweet saccharine machine
you don't have to be haunted
you don't have to be
sweet
sweet saccharine machine
the world's not your problem
go on go on
go on go on
my sweeet

Jan 2014 · 550

dreamspeak, drugspeak, i mean, Jesus Pills

Dear Jan 2014

dreamspeak, drugspeak, i mean, Jesus Pills

terrapine trannies on trains going haywire southbound alignments crack in the sidewalk cement smile framed by fake curls the color of old gold
old mold smells the same as new mold
but less abundant
gather here
go there
you didn't stay with me
in that dream i had of the most beautiful place i'd ever seen
you said this is nice, now let's go.
i'd bruised my knees to get to that place
i'd scratched my cheeks and calloused my feet to find that place.
it wasn't like the other dream, that other place with the waterfall and the pond full of oil.
James with his old silvertone telling me of the gaseous things.
it was pure,
nothing with skin had led me there
and i was the only thing that cared to be there
under the tree with the green leaves
like any other
bent down
away from the sun and then back up again
there was no where to hide in this place.
no cotton to lay over your body and face
the ground was uncomfortable and perfect
you are awake in this place
you cannot keep your head tilted anyway but up
but anyway, sometimes beauty is less intriguing than something grotesque.
there is much less place for mystery in a clean place than there is in the depths of a mess.
your voice gets more viscous as your words fall out of place
but the feeling..
it translates through the angles of your knuckles
the nothingness your hands grasp onto
it's something big
your fingers are wide
like your mouth that stutters over your domino mind
you know what i mean.
dont you?
we want you to.
i mean,
come on.

Jan 2014 · 767

Cherry Complex

Dear Jan 2014

Cherry Complex

https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/meta-4-4-time

meet me at the morphosis
suckin on our cherry pits
sun melted away our icycled veins
clorphylled up minds
unconcerned with measurement
leave our woes behind
to wither with our precedents

our guards are on vacation
changing of a nation
through the power of
this entity of love
my love
it's not for me it seems
not to guide me to prosperity
not to satisfy my wants

give yours away and you'll get more of

the winds of change are blowing here
tell your girl she's not to fear
the ending of a page
the boggling of brains

london bridge is falling down
but we'll make a louder sound
to create a wave

we'll struggle a lot but they'll wash away

we will be the living dream
forever to grow
already blossoming
our hunger will sustain the changing of this game

explode implode cause a scene
ignorance is all they're conducting
the pyramid design was fine
8 billion sheep all fed with lies

but the winds of change are blowing here
tell your girl she's not to fear
the ending of a page
the boggling of brains

london bridge is falling down
but we'll make a louder sound
to create a wave
we'll struggle a lot
but they'll wash away

all the greatest songs start as a great poem
https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/meta-4-4-time

Dec 2013 · 924

Untitled

Dear Dec 2013

Untitled

You're living out a death wish
And I am too
With every cigarette we smoke
Every sip of poison that runs us thru

And life plays this ruse
Where it pretends to be big
But it's all bark and no bite when we remember our future in the clouds

We're excited to live and even more
so to die
The road to awe
The greatest surprise
Wonder we might
About what's upon the other side
I feel we already know
We already see a meager slice

i theorize what we'll find
Is the rest of the whites in our eyes
That ****** mother type white hidden beneath our iris
The teacher of our pupil
Blue vines intertwined with immaculate prospects
Having never kissed oxygen

This is not a love story
This is death
This is the illusion of an end
This life is the speck of gold in a deep brown eye
Small and obnoxious
Beautiful and important

I am speaking of the gateway
To behold our unbloomed glory

Dec 2013 · 454

common bound father

Dear Dec 2013

common bound father

stop    underneath    longing
  nuclear   water
  ripe    glory
ghost    wonder
   wild    turned    bones    makes    gold    honey    cold
  rays    fix    bright   veins
  pillow    tight
experience    holds    fantasies
  spine    notes    falling   breaking    young   brother
  beaten    trees    bow    reach    shoes
   *******    scream
panic    dug    beats    goodbye
  asking   fallen    broke    spite    common    bound    father

Dec 2013 · 672

Love like none other

Dear Dec 2013

Love like none other

LOVE
like
none other
like
KNOW
one another.
More magical than anything that could happen under sheets
or covers.
Tangible connection collecting energy
until it's as heavy as
a brick of gold.
WE WILL
RESHAPE THE FUTURE
make stoney hearts lighter
Infect the defects
with a
revolutionary virus.
WE WILL
make the boxes we're shoved into
castles for the ecletic.
THE UNUSUAL BECOMES USUAL.
Our ballads of
sadness
depression
oppression
misunderstandings
become our
MANTRAS
for growth and change
into the grandeur
WE WILL
hold the wealthy hands
so poor in soul
WE WILL
feed the mouths that never stopped yelling how
THEY WON'T LET THE ******* GET THEM DOWN
WE WILL
COME TOGETHER
despite
IN spite
of our colourful backgrounds
WE WILL
SHOW THE SUICIDAL A HOME
IN THE VERY SKIN THEY OWN
how to love it so
OFF WITH THE HEARTLESS HEADS!
We will not stand to leave
to leave this life
having already
been dead.

Dec 2013 · 574

The Donning of RealEyes

Dear Dec 2013

The Donning of RealEyes

We walk
We talk
We croon.
Engine jaws with a few screws loose
Minds barrelling towards divinity
Grasp purpose in a finite reality
We will create heaven heare
HAND OVER YOUR TRUMPETS TUBAS SAXXOPHONES AND TOOT EACH OTHERS HORNS!
Neurons fire like synchronized rifles @ bravery's memorial
Assurance lied dormant on the roof of your mouth
Taunting your taste buds
Your heart as pensive as your gums are pink
and
You let it out
Your cup poured over and you told me
I am home
WE ARE HOME
and we'll help each other see
that home is much more
than a person
place or
thing.

Dec 2013 · 459

you want a

Dear Dec 2013

you want ***

you want love. you want a
a sense of self
you want
to sense something else
i need you
i need you to know
you've got it all
and we can thank God it's alright
it's alright to be out of control

Dec 2013 · 1.2k

Death of Love

Dear Dec 2013

Death of Love

oh oh my love
I was crushed by your velvet glove
Swallowed whole by the tombs in your marrow
6 feet under with insatiable hunger
I tend to wonder..
Where do you ghostly things go in your lifelong slumber?
The unknown holds the needle that contains the anesthesia
23 doses and the mystery lingers
Father turned my soul into a succubus
Dropped me from the precipice
Grew wings on my way down
Now I haunt your home town
Sinking in spacetime
Getting drunk
Wine and jazzy bass lines
Resonate from the street
Into ya feet
Until you CANNOT accept defeat
My weapon of choice is a voice that haunts the spirit in whispers
Ten fold
Leaking through the vents in your house
You're chest is a ghost town.

Dec 2013 · 3.5k

Dream, Night of December 9th, 2013

Dear Dec 2013

Dream, Night of December 9th, 2013

dystopian dream filled with wilhelm screams, in his head, perfection is bursting at it's seems. I the adviser, broke a glass over his head, blood all over the handsome head, my knuckles as hard as stonehenge, and we made love?

Dec 2013 · 3.0k

The Living Instrument

Dear Dec 2013

The Living Instrument

Listen to this @ https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/the-living-instrument

PRESSURE - like animal skin stretched over the head of a drum,
my heart,
BEATING, like ancient hands, BEATING
an even more ancient rhythm, BEATING. BEATING.
tribal eyes wide, pupils bare, BEATING
with ayahausca or psilocybin, ibogain or some sort of villlage speed
BEATEN. BEATEN.
with dirt and herbs, a lion's adrenal gland to make the Super Amphetamine,
royal in it's derivatives
and it makes the heart BEAT BEAT BEAT
like a prisoner in the straight jacket of lungs it BEATS and screams blood into bursting vessels
it BEATS like the misunderstood youth of the 20th Century, the frenetic spirit HOT and LOUD
and lost...
POUNDING HEART BEAT NO MORE FOR THE NON-**** GIVERS!
leave it to the liver to filter out those toxic connections that evoke those dire emotions
arresting both the heart and the breath
IF I AM TO FEEL CLOSE TO DEATH
let it be because if I were to live any longer in a happiness, it would just be unfair to the rest
that if I were to live any longer in a happiness
the whole of my being would fold into the openness of my chest
IF I AM TO FEEL CLOSE TO DEATH
it will not be caused by a PANIC, a PANIC caused by a PUSH, a PUSH caused by discontentment, discontentment caused by impatience, and impatience caused
by the resounding WUBwubWUBwubWUBwub of a beating heart.
THE LIVING INSTRUMENT.
living instrument, sing to me what is meant
living instrument, can you forget
what once made your strings as heavy as led?
what once made you wrench?
living instrument, twice as large as the machine in the skull, why do we bother with loving?
living instrument, are you solid enough to take this fall?

Nov 2013 · 843

poAUMS on the flEYE

Dear Nov 2013

poAUMS on the flEYE

Feelings stray in far off ways
Bursting through streams of rain
Talking about our fantasies of choruses and refrains
Sleep versus the sunrise in our eyes
Stop our tongues
Chins picked up by the hands of the wind
Winding down with turned up lips and our gazes of bliss
Contented.
The pink of the tree blossoms saturated the night sky bright
Peach and ripe like our lives
Prime time
Silhouettes
The leaves dancing piroughettes
And welcome once more divinitys sweet wavering hellos made by the winds adoring cries

wrote this on the fly round this time last year. still rings so true

Nov 2013 · 976

a seed in the tummy...

Dear Nov 2013

a seed in the tummy...

a seed in the tummy
you feel something funny
stems from that smile you smile so cunning
your arms reach under pillows
for something lucid and killer
the death of waking reality
makes your soul feel familiar
the water in your eyes feeds the vines that hold you tight
you're nauseous from the stillness
you can't feel the world reeling
doubled over with the feeling
and out of my mouth comes the living dream you've been cultivating
with the love that's been brewing in your eyes, your hands, your heart. That love is mine. That love is mine.
And you won't forget it, not even with time.
**That love is mine.

Nov 2013 · 901

A Thousand Curses, November 4th, 3:23AM

Dear Nov 2013

A Thousand Curses, November 4th, 3:23AM

tears well when i think of your hand arms under the pillow head above eyelids closed and flickering with dreams i hold the tense muscle of your forearm the skeletal hand with botanic veins green skin purpley grey i miss your gentle kiss tongue sliding underneath my top lip back and forth across my teeth until my jaw and eyeballs are loose. i wish your lips on my shoulder. i wish you well. well i wish i could’ve kept you under my spell. am i the only one who drank the potion? only fools rush in so is a fool who rushed in made clever if he runs back the way he came? ….or just an *******? excuse my french but you turn me into a *****. i’d fix you whole without the use of even a wrench but none of my tools could fix your desire for loneliness. and that’s not even a wound, not even anything broken for you, only me, one who needs you to feel complete. I’m such a romantic. why am i, seventeen and lovely, fresh, talented, fairly intelligent, and all around endearing so..so frantic? you said yourself you aren't worth it, all this, this ******* trouble. why is that so hard for me to believe? i sound ******* silly. this isn’t even poetic.

Nov 2013 · 1.4k

NUCLEAR FISSION & A PISTON

Dear Nov 2013

NUCLEAR FISSION & A PISTON

NUCLEAR FISSION & A PISTON
distracted by the shine
rebounding resounding wave of care
hit in the chest, square
I am the cylinder and you are the tube
and the way you always move against this liquid love
well, darling you're bound to combust.
it's science.

Oct 2013 · 470

Draft

Dear Oct 2013

Draft

when the moment is right and our hearts are on fire i know we'll see the light
theres a hand on my head and im under their thumb
but i wont love you out of spite
ten thousand loves but your the one from above
when im blind you'll be my sight

oh significant other
you make me wonder
oh significant other
is there another one?
I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna
know what you've become
I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna
be your only sun

so many to consider
i start to wither
waining with the moon
howling with the wolf when youre full again
everyday i think of some way we could begin again

Oct 2013 · 855

JUST

Dear Oct 2013

JUST

WILL YOU JUST TELL ME YOU DON'T LOVE ME?
Don't beat around the bush.
I'm tired of asking flower petals if you've truly fallen for me.

My garden is bare and these flowers, they were RARE
and YOU, well you just
you just..
stand there....

I'm ****** and your hollow and I'm flooding the streets
oh won't you follow my feet and walk in love and bravery?

I'm tired of asking flowers if we've truly fallen
OH BUTTERFLY TONGUE, DRINK EVERY OUNCE OF MY POLLEN.
My being is bare and you
you're still standing there..

YOU MAKE ME MOVE YOU MAKE ME MASSIVE
as the EARTH
YOU ARE THE AXIS
so I am BOLD AS LOVE as I ask this.....
Do you feel me?
Do you feel this too?

Cause it's cold and bitter and the petals are rotting and we..
Well, we're still just standing here...

We might walk away
split in two until the month of May..
but when we finally feel fine and the "how are you?"s end with "doing okay"s
we'll say
I've missed you
I still love you
you won't reject me when i ask to kiss you....

I leave things behind everytime and I find, my heart,
I've lost it within you..
and it's just bleeding there
beating against your ribs like a xylophone
while you
well you're just standing there
and i'm just bleeding there
and you're still just standing there.......

Oct 2013 · 877

Metronome Heart

Dear Oct 2013

Metronome Heart

Too surreal, too sweet
metronome heart couldn't keep the beat
fell off the piano, onto the feet
cried a D minor
fell sound asleep

Somewhere there in the dreamy night air
sustained a note that rose from the petals in your hair
broke one toe,
well there's nine more to spare
in the will of the moment, you didn't give a care

You said,

**** what's right, who's to say what's wrong?
Young or old, we're all dying after all
The ride of your life begins at the fall
Keep your mouth open, your shoulders tall

Sentimental minds, they wander in time
The ghost of his love will freeze in the snow
love me now
you'll have fever in the cold
and when spring time comes,
I'll be the one to call

And I'll say,

**** what's right, who's to say what's wrong
Crooked or straight
we're all teeth after all
The bite of the winter melts into cellulose
My girl, you're a flower
been soiled and ******

Lonely cigarettes and scattered notes in your bed
Tawny fantasies of the things he had said
Your rose colored glasses now have a missing lense
My dear, the haze upon you can dissolve in one deep breath

https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/metronome-heart

Oct 2013 · 741

So Long Sorrow

Dear Oct 2013

So Long Sorrow

Rose graves cast shadows on the bed where you lie. Tried and melancholy, lost the twinkle in your eye. The sparrows have gone mute. Telescopes have all gone blind. So tell me, what's the use of boiling brains to find a dime?
So long, sorrow. I must say goodbye.
Until tomorrow, I just don't have the eye.
I'm a lonesome lover chasing delight.
Under covers feeling for a rise.
Girls in summer hues hooked on dope and pesticides saturate in the perfume of decaying quality time.
Daddy, if it's true that clocks are sweet and love is blind, then we're all living with our eyes in our chests and our tongues drooling time.
So long, sorrow. I must say goodbye.
Until tomorrow, I just don't have the eye.
I'm a lonesome lover chasing delight.
Under covers awaiting the rise.

Aug 2013 · 1.1k

Jigsaw Puzzle of Fate, Who is My Peace?

Dear Aug 2013

Jigsaw Puzzle of Fate, Who is My Peace?

What is beautiful?
The sound
The structure
The negative space in bouts of apathy
What is right?
What is meant?
We were learning the reward of struggle
Becoming alive in a dead summer
Jigsaw puzzles in an alcoholic slumber
A cramp in the middle of my palm
Rub me the right way to resolve the qualm
Im not so sure
Im not so pure
Where does ecstasy and reality meet?
We coalesced
I cried
"These hands were made for YOU!"
You held me tight
Is everything we spoke obsolete?
Too much rings true and it’s out of harmony
Am I in love or just being lazy?
I know what I really want
But is it right for me?
Who’s to say?
God, fill me in on this game.

Aug 2013 · 1.6k

Fever Famine and a Lust for Life

Dear Aug 2013

Fever Famine and a Lust for Life

The world burns mild while we burn wild rampant in love and static electric apathy. Tearing pages full of old words to right our own. The world is tired and the young are frustrated. Bombing streets fighting fascist old and fascist youths in teary longing for compassion for understanding that we are all one race. Furrowed brows over three longing eyes that cry we don't want to lose. Our future ******* in boxes and cubes. Trying to find the string to make the knot come loose. Revolting realities deem the devil true. Playing within vulnerable minds soaked in sand that won't sow a seed of love or truth. Awareness wasted on screens and glossy papers stomping pavement to fill our pockets with colored paper. Famished souls haunt spirits depressed without an inkling of insight as to why. The resolution is in love and in light. The love and enlightenment you share in your ever precious care. It spreads like a fever, grows like mold in hearts and the hands start to outstretch. Reaching in glory and happiness in an unseperate solitude. No one is stranger. No one is dead. Only confused and placid waiting for revival. Blind to what lingers behind the moon. The sun has already come and it thrives inside of
you

https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/fever-famine-and-a-lust-for

Feb 2013 · 891

Hunger

Dear Feb 2013

Hunger

WILL THIS HUNGER EVER SUBSIDE?
I don't believe I want it to..
I paint my insides and drown them in ink
Leave them at your door to be smeared on your walls with the hope I have create something you cannot forget.
Something that will craze you in manic love once again.

I like it.

The ache so strong in the depths of my core
Eating away at the lining of my being until there is nothing more.

ARE YOU NOT STARVING?

Indifference is a mechanism of defense
Stowing away only the most intense.

I will play pretend I am whole and free until I actualize it to myself that I am indeed
And I will hate you for making me believe to feel as such, it was you I did need.

WE SHOULD NEVER HAVE LISTENED TO NERUDA!

Tied hearts in the dark get tangled and the knots end up in your stomach
The independence of the sun will make you sick as you realize your worldliness.

Together we are heaven
And therefore I must believe we made an illusion.
Reality brings about things we believe we could have only imagined.

I adore the desire of you.
Only the dreams are screaming it is beyond merely you that I desire so lavishly.
And you are just as those allusive dreams I feel the importance of but cannot quite recall so am endlessly trying to figure
(like the word that escapes you when it is the only and perfect one to translate what is in mind)

We could give each other all our love
A piece of overly buttered bread is what we would end up.

Too rich. Too filling. Too much.

Though some would argue there isn't such a
thing.

I AM DISCONTENTED WITH NOT UNDERSTANDING THE MEANING
Sensed as abruptly as the scent of humid bodies and patchouli

I cannot believe you to be but a distraction God threw at me to see if I could deflect that which might hold me from some spiritual duty.

But if so, I'll cut myself loose.
I'll think of you as the pond I once rested against in my travels as a wild goose.
Filled myself with the life that surrounds you an flourishes beneath your surface.

I'll trust I will come upon your easy waters
Or some as tranquil when my wings need rest to further soar.

I always knew you were a challenge to overcome.
And I thought the challenge was to be with you as your greatest lover
When I just got the idea..
Maybe the challenge to overcome is being in love with you at all in this time of mine so ripe

Feb 2013 · 1.9k

CALL TO ARMS

Dear Feb 2013

CALL TO ARMS

THIS IS A CALL TO ARMS TO ENFOLD ANYONE WE CAN REACH
We are malnourished of blankets and binkies
Mother’s breast and meaning
We are earthquake spirit lands rumbling for peace
We are a bright light that plays on squinted eyelids so that you may see
We are the kaleidoscope of what is and what could be
We are
KINGS AND QUEENS
Not worker bees.
We are dry mouths and cracked lips thirsty
Drinking crying eyes and kissing empty hands
THIS IS WHAT I FEEL FROM THE TIED DESOLATION OF A PROMISED LAND
We are seraphim
Selling ourselves on suburban streets
We are cherubs
Peddling angel dust to children’s gums
Slipping LSD under their tongues
HOW FAR WE HAVE STRAYED FROM OUR RIGHTOUS PATH!
We are a fall from grace that knocks the air from chests
So we may realize what it is to BREATH!
IN! OUT!
We are One from within
With or without sorrows or the tedium of tomorrow
We are our crystal innocence and reptilian rigidness
We are a mirror
Reflective of all that surrounds us
We are the lush trees and the desolate land bound by fences and man’s prosperity
We are the lake
Warping realities reflection with ripples and rhombuses that wrinkle our surface with every stone skipped
Galaxies teeming underneath

TAKE OFF!!!!
Become what we didn’t know
Find the eternal reassurance that no matter what will be, is, or was, WE WILL BE!

https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/call-to-arms

Jan 2013 · 1.2k

Walls

Dear Jan 2013

Walls

Brick by brick I built walls in front of my face
Hiding the expanse of the landscape
A taunting haunt when there's boundaries I cannot break
Oh life was laid out
A railroad of systematic plans
And I'd still be looking back the day I ran off that cliff
So I dug deep to find some element of surprise
I found gold I found silver
And gemstones one of a kind
But none of that matched what I needed in my eyes
After a while I'd peer through broken mortar
Conspire harsh realities beyond my border
Uncovered from the shadow I built for my better
Oh I'd suffer as long as I could run
My back to the wall
My eyes to the Sun
I'll be sore for serendipity
If it means I am freed from the nefarious fate of society
Follow me and we'll live as aboriginees

Jan 2013 · 417

Untitled #5

Dear Jan 2013

Untitled #5

I AM LOVE
ALL FORCE IS LOVE.
LOVE
of some possibility particular to an individual whose actions play upon others experiences by expressing love in the manner they have experienced love to be expressed and directing love to where they have experienced love to be directed.
I AM EXPERIENCE
LOVE DIRECTS EXPERIENCE
I AM
A PART OF LOVE
BECAUSE
I
AM
EXPERIENCING.
I AM MADE OF LOVE
I MAKE LOVE
THE SAME LOVE
I AM MADE OF

Jan 2013 · 581

Drowning

Dear Jan 2013

Drowning

I cannot swim in these heavy shoes!
I cannot climb in these platform boots!
It is time to leave behind these dilapidated houses
It is time to let die these dreams of faithful spouses
I need to be freed from the blue hand of emotion
That feigns comfort but
Holds me back with leaden fingers on my shoulder
It is time to break the forms of familiarity
And do something of rarity
Remain allusive and let spirits care for me

Jan 2013 · 1.0k

Morning

Dear Jan 2013

Morning

This morning:
Sun rays chasing clouds away.
Suspended plateus of gray atop the Great Plains.
In between;
The suns yellow scream
Muffled by a gray glove,
Unveling the moon under it's layer of blue.

It is as if the rise has been erased and it is dusk again.

Missing golden face.
HOWLING
Fill my mouth with moon rays.
Violet taste.

Inhaling hearts and haste
To infiltrate empty space.
I can't wait I can't wait
To feel your form in a quiet place.
Screaming bodies sigh in grace.
Sodden tulip sings pleasure.
Your nose is filled with pollen.

Jan 2013 · 674

Untitled #4

Dear Jan 2013

Untitled #4

Careful steps on a violin bow
I've heard I will reap what I sow
I never had a machine to teach me how to do so
Play under the trees and fantasize of Summer snow.

Are those teers of joy you are weeping, Willow?
I'll sleep under the stars with your dead daughters as my pillow
Reading wiggles everywhere I wander
Soaking in those puddles I ponder

Should I be concerned about these furrows getting deeper?
No, I'll envelope my worries in the folds of each wrinkle
Heavy skin quilts of freckled fuzzy flower pattern

Glistens drop off a window pain
Commencing suicide from their clouds of rain.

In this endless being, nothing else matters.
Lightening rips my quilt to tatters.
I am stripped down to my

PRIME PULSATING PATTERNS

I dance
As the electric currents
Carress my colors
We combine in ONEDER

Now there is another part of me holding the bow
I slide my hand and draw me as a note
Symphonic soap to cleanse murky souls

Jan 2013 · 602

Temple Roots

Dear Jan 2013

Temple Roots

I walk.
My temple roots drag behind me.
Through wet Earth
They trail.
On them,
My thought song.
Major lifts and minor falls.
It follows along.

Singing to the golden Sun
And the blue moon rainbow
Bowing to the light behind it.
Never allowing it's night gift to hide it.

Spirit wind you blow
Ruffling my thought song's notes.
They rush in front of me

WHIRLING RACOUS LAUGHTER.
My temple roots are never-ending,
Now I chase after.

Overall, existence calls for
Intrusive music laughter.

In truth see,
WE ARE LIVE SYMPHONIC SILENCE
ALWAYS MORE AND EVER AFTER.

To die is no disaster.

Jan 2013 · 695

Destiny

Dear Jan 2013

Destiny

We must STOP talk of God in the past tense with a pre-tense

HE IS THE ANSWER TO THE IDEA

'Is he the answer to my prayers'

I see now that i cannot be expecting any answers

Those questions I ask aloud to God..
Where would I find the sign if I was out of the way of the Wind?
Unable to see any wiggling limbs?

I cannot expect an answer yet,
be patient and wait.

I am not to give up
But just know He'll get back?
To me.

I hear he is never finished.

**Destiny is never fulfilled, nor diminished.

Jan 2013 · 1.0k

BAREN RIBBON THIRST

Dear Jan 2013

BAREN RIBBON THIRST

Soft silouhettes creep into my bed
and wrap ribbons around my head
ribbons for the dead.
I am what they could have been instead.
They could have been a frog
They could have been a hazey fog
But they have been all, all along.
I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song.
I'll watch them dance to my sleepy song.

There are butterfly bones stuck in my teeth
I scream!
Bare wings bounce off my boots.
Atleast if it had been spit,
I could have shined my shoes.
The butterfly had nothing to lose.
The butterfly had nothing to lose.

Lizards slither through motions lather
Curve around the edge of the end.
Pulled still by the momentous illusion
Of those fat rat gems dripping juices.

I'll drink a glass with my
Breakfast under evil's gazebo.

* HARD. MAD. SLOW.*
-StrAngel

https://soundcloud.com/spiritbarehear/thirst

Jan 2013 · 435

Untitled #2

Dear Jan 2013

Untitled #2

A whole heart is only half our head.
Brains in skull faces
Hearts and lungs in rib cages.
Breathe deep while thinking is shallow.
Free the light and love will follow.
Never to return where dull eyes wallow
Cast down
Hollow
Unable to weep and release the light that darkness swallowed.

LET GO! LET GO! LET GO!

Free the light and love will follow

Jan 2013 · 647

Death of a Brother

Dear Jan 2013

Death of a Brother

Hold on my lover
To the strings that bind me in your heart
I am bleeding raw without cover
Blank eyes
They won't see us wander.
Starving crystalline structures
Hunger for open minds to see them dancing
Tryptamine, entheogenic wonders
Reveal the frailness of being here
What has passed,
Well it's not gone
Just transferred
Where the stars never fall apart
Rounded rhombuses relieve my worry
Help me feel his spirit sustains the death of his body
Hope of Heaven can blind us from the present
Here he is to still be experienced
Overcome by his lost son's loneliness
But in the light of his death
He'll find the love he couldn't clasp in human hands.
So let go now, my father
To your measured idea of the souls embark
It's infinite in its immanence
Guided by what is always seen but never noticed

Rest in peace, my brother.

Jan 2013 · 576

Dawns Breaking Spine

Dear Jan 2013

Dawns Breaking Spine

RADIANCE!
Lost common sense
Sane mind transcendence.
A romantic disillusion of conscious heart fusion.

Sunlight constructs a blinding white array of possible interpretation.
CONFUSION.
How to attain the pure truth union.

The heat strips the layers of our defense
Like burnt paper they crumble.
The butterfly bellies in our stomachs rumble
Craving the sweetness of the others tongue
Their jeweled eyes wishing to see
Inside royal throats.

Candle wick thighs burn until dawn's breaking spine
SNAPS!
To release the final burst of ecstasy.

The day begins with
RADIANCE
Lost common sense
Sane mind transcendence.

A butterfly trying to create honey.

Jan 2013 · 1.0k

Clocks and Quarters

Dear Jan 2013

Clocks and Quarters

IRIDESCENT CANDIED COMMERCIAL PEASANTS
Showcased from outer space
Robbed of innocence and good taste
A WASTED GRACE
SALVATION'S NEVER TOO LATE!
Keep good faith
You're God sent.
No matter the time,
You're in the right place.

CLOCKS AND QUARTERS
HUMAN BODY HOARDERS
COLLECTIVE UNCONSCIOUS DISORDER!

Are you unaware what is beneath your hair?
I mistook your tongue for a flying saucer
Unbelievable and probably an atmospheric impostor.

DID YOU NOTICE THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE STARS?
DO YOU KNOW THE FRAGILITY OF YOUR BONES?

HAVE YOU REALIZED, THIS EARTH, WE DO NOT OWN?

Jan 2013 · 577

Untitled #1

Dear Jan 2013

Untitled #1

Romantic rhythms resting in your rib cage
Send riddles for your mind to unravel.
Burning eyes, smoking mouths
like the Natives sage
Rosey faces and empty skull spaces dazzle
Brains replaced with bubble gum
Chewed by the teeth of an Argyranthemum
Over your hairy glory ivory vessel
Light hands travel
Over rising ecstasy bellies
Flooded with golden honey and angel eyelash kisses.
Tongues of desire and feeling of fire
Licking at your thighs.
Put out with my body of water
Rising and falling while skin perspires.

Jan 2013 · 1.0k

Haunting Harlequin Hand

Dear Jan 2013

Haunting Harlequin Hand

I've been dreaming of precipitation
Rain, snow, and falling faces
Melting wax that singes skin
Suspended still in the act of the spill.

I've been wandering into ****** graces
Scents of flowers
Hammered
With a mortar and pestle.
Ground finer and finer
Beneath the pressure
Forming liquid with the dew
Cool darkness had drenched them in.

I've been howling during the day
Slicing the serene innocence of songbirds play.

Expelled from my lung the repeating madness
Of the harlequin hand that demands
The openness of my thighs
To jolt me
With feels that
WREAK HAVOC
ALL
OF
THE
TIME

And still I will dream
of wolves and serpents
Bear claws dug into my wrists surface.

Jan 2013 · 1.1k

Naked Crystal Cave

Dear Jan 2013

Naked Crystal Cave

YOU ARE LOVE!
You are the dream
You are reverse raindrops rising.

You are fantasy
Made real by the magnetic pull that guides you to me

You are
Liquid lucidity
Your lips languid
How they speak to me.

You are the wetness of my mouth
You are the blood in my veins
You are the oxygen in my brain.

You are the arched back
the parted mouth
the eyes in the back of the head.
You are
The escaped animal sound
Sending waves of pleasure
And hummingbirds to my bed

You are the Earth beneath my feet
You are my dove
You are all of my love
YOU ARE PEACE!

You are the resurrection of perfection
You are intoxicating liberation.
You are the crystal cave
Humble in your beauty

I WANT TO BE NAKED WITH YOU!

Stripped of this garden of blood, bone, flesh, and muscle.
INTO OUR BODIES OF LIGHT!
The garden of the lucid rise.

But before we are freed
I want to admire every vein on your body.
Follow their faint glow
See where they guide me.

I want you to feel the delight inside of me!
I want to eat this innocence and turn it into love made vulnerably.

I LOVE YOU AS I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOU
NOT SINCE,
BUT ALL ALONG

— The End —