do this and
taste the beauty
in the seascape
and all around..
extricate the tangling
and regard yourself anew
as the luminous whole
which is your birthright..
then look again at the
sea and mountain
and experience
the taste of the
forenamed beauty...!

Hey, can I tell you something, it's something I've been hiding from you...
I do hope you get a chance to know whats hidden beneath my mask...
It's just so less to ask and so much to think, and I'm blinking the tears.....
away.
Hey, can I tell you something, it's something I've been hiding from you...
I wonder do you ever remember the ways I use to look at you, that smile,
that smile that kept me awake for nights on end...
Hey there beautiful, will you remember me when life decides to take me away...
it's been bothering me so, because I don't know how long left I have to go,
but I know , oh I know that I want you to know...

That you...are everything to me, you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.

So if the winds, break us up, and if the towers we build our love, just can't stay up...
I hope you know...

that you are everything to me, you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.

So no matter where I may be or no matter where you may go,
just smile because I know...oh I know...I'll be looking at your smile.

And if the gods won't let us be, and if the sky's decides to drown me,
i hope you know...

I love you every second from the first time I met you.

I could live a thousand years
or a million different lives
but not one of them
would mean anything
if I could not live them by your side.

-- when I have the tenderness of a writhing dragon,
he will paint flowers across my throat

as though to remind me that fires are indelicate,
and that I writhe in a prison made of open space.
-- this man will not smother me with his skin
when we sleep.
-- this man will unhinge the door of my mouth,
and kiss out the bullets stuck under my tongue.
                                                                ­               ---
whatever thousandth day I awaken beside this man,
realizing I have become the flowers he painted
across my throat, by braving my throat,

I will, unchaining myself from the draconic worry,
bring him his coffee in bed, with a smile.

Stars in the sky exploding
Space and time folding
Bombs going off as the galaxy rips
Flashing lights fight to eclipse

Visions full of fluorescence
At the sacrifice of a solar systems essence
Shooting stars cry across the skies
Puncturing planets as they pulverize

Swirls of liberation
Celestial bodies melting in devastation
Swarms collect and deform
Exploding into storms as they transform  

The aura of the aurora bleeding like mascara
As if the planet is crying at the end of an era
Watching as black holes fight over vibrant sights
Pulling it apart as it ignites

What a wonderful curse
To befall the universe
It's so beautiful its cryptic
God bless a life so apocalyptic

Writers are forged from the fires of struggle
made to never crumble under pressure
like treasures embedded with diamonds.
Writers are fighters facing thunder and lightning,
writing the spark, the shock, the rumble
and the calm that comes after.
Writers are like iron forged under fire
burning with desire to be as strong as possible,
as sharp and logical as any thunderstorm.

Writers are roses in a valley of dandelions
aligned with lines as thorns and rhymes as petal,
which settles on paper.

Is there about a completion
as an artist decides it is finished
a losing of interest in the
seeming object remaining..?
Perhaps it is the residue
a residue of objective suggestion
which does not adequately reflect
the soaring subjectivity of
artistic creation..
Or a suggestion of separation
bringing a longing for the
creative origination..
Or a recognition that the
prodigal journey has ended
and that the homelight
is no longer obscured..
Or leaving for others
to report their experience:
a gifted seed of new life
in their perceiving...

As information explodes in our awareness
for which Google names the metaphor..
An image of factual filling of a sea
a sea brim with the stuff of mind..
This modern imprisonment
cries out for freedom..
Might we soon recognize
that ignorance of our true nature
resulted in such storminess
a mind overwhelmed and drowning
as we swim and grasp
at the flotsam of knowledge..
Satisfaction is fleeting within this
creation of ignorance..
Our life raft arrives with our focus
on the ignorance we chose
casting us into an unforgiving sea...*

Knowledge of the world is ignorance.
~Rumi

It hurts —
My body aches for your embrace;
My mouth yearns for your kisses.
God, I really wish we didn't have to…
But you understand.
It’s for the best, right?

It hurts so much
Here in my heart:
Where you should be;
Where traces of you still linger
In the crevices of my brain
And in the chambers of my heart.

I’m sorry.
I know it’s hurting you, too.
I still love you;
And I know you still love me.
But maybe we weren’t supposed to be.
Not now, at least.

But someday,
When we’ll start right;
When we don’t have to hide what we are;
When we can show the whole ******* world
That they were wrong —
That we were, indeed, in love

I believe

That we’ll find our way

Back to each other.


No matter how long


Or how far.



I will wait with you.




I will wait.