He was an alchemist of the night,
for he transmuted my darkness into light

Alchemical Daydreams,
transmutation of impure energies
into sunshine, golden liquid
dripping from my veins, leaking
onto the page, like vermillion
drops of blood smearing into one another,
yearning to speak some universal truth
Time is an illusion, an illusion which
rocks my world sideways into the ocean
of vast nightmares, deja vu, and
harsh daydreams turned into sweet nothings
there's so much beauty all around,
sadness too, yet the downturned smile
still transmutes an energetic truth, I drink it all up
I soak it all in- like strawberry lemonade
sweet and sour cascading around my plush
lips, red like cherry pie
oh, these alchemical daydreams
in which I sway between earth and ethers,
the light and the dark
the shriveled cigarette is lit once more,
yearning to eradicate the natural state of what is,
just like I,
a wildfire
burning,
yearning,
yearning,
burning
for change

Atlantic Sea
treads upon my eyes
kept level to the horizon

I gaze across as
the plane
flies high
transcending
space, and time
as am I

the azure sea keeps
us apart, for when
the clock ticks
here in dusk
over yonder,
it is a sunshine
brimming day

Daydreams of pale
hands intertwined
underneath the moonlit
abyss

In a transient moment,
we loved
one another

in a transient town,
we guided one another
towards a better
tomorrow

all there is is now,
so I keep my eyes
level to the horizon
and breathe in the now

There's a door,
it opens.

There's a light,
it always flickers sideways.

There's a moon,
it taunts the day,
bids it goodbye.

there's a sun,
it shines into eternal truth,
lighting up the eyes,
daring them to explode
into a mountain of creation.

There's a light,
it always flickers sideways.

There's a dream,
it waits for you by the bedside.

There's a you,
we just haven't crossed paths yet.

Over the cascading hills
I dreamed of Egyptian blue waves
crashing down through the
azure sky to part the sea
of our broken minds

When the wildflowers
dance violently amidst
the golden light,
I seek the road
in the dreary night

I ride the waves, and part
the sea
hoping it'll bring
universal love and ancient
truths closer to me

Any road could take you there
you and I,
the 405,
the sunshine of our rain
the storm of our own disaster
the never ending paths
the electric blue skies
the prophetic visions
you and I,
the 405
the clouds are high
Any road could take you there
you and I,
take the ride

You- awake,
ghastly at the unholy
hour beneath my
crescent and waning moon.

I dreamt of your deja
vu, and spoke to you
through the distant,
unwavering monsoon.

you are awake and
ghastly at this
hour - eyes lit up
with desires.

kerosene drenched
fires- only you,
awake and unghastly
can take me
higher.

Drenched in dirt
and kerosene ,
I'm becoming

Drowning in
erratic waves
and deep breathes,
as I reach the
tides at sun down,
I'm becoming

Climbing the peaks,
riding the waves,
answering the
call,
searching
in the void,
I'm becoming

Bridging the gap, opening the door
between what isn't known
nor said,
but purely felt
in the heart of hearts
sepia tones & enriched shades
of bronze & gold
speak the truth louder
than the quivering lip
could ever grasp
for when the ears are open
the mouth is closed
& when the eyes are closed
the mind
is open

Reverberation
of  bells echo
Distance and lucid
Lulling to me ,
A familiar
unknown
Church on the other
Side of town

I am less holy
Tonight, Getting darker
By the hour.

I dreamed

of you once
On a cold barren night
& here you are
Wavering, languid,
never remaining the same.


Cold Santa Barbara Air
Blowing
Into the small top floor
Apartment

Needle in my green vein
Bleeding , eyes closed
& consciousness vast-
Fading in
And out,\

His breathing louder, rising
Like the waves, crashing,
into me
Like the waves.  

I am lucid tonight.
born to escape
This life, for
We watch the distant
Sea in awe
And sing lyrical tunes in a vacant
Apartment at dawn and we leave our homes
Only to miss them.

We never belonged here in the first place,
It never felt like home.

My limbs are long and sore
From a falling unto the earth



we were born to escape

The river of time flows,
the molasses slows, while eternal
light glows.
The waves rise above
my mind, where amethyst
resides bestowed from the divine.
Eyes open, and mouth shut tight
sunken, escaping the dreary
day to day chatter.
Seek the road when the white birds
call , for freedom
is rewarded to those
whom meet by the bend.

I live by the rocks,
under the willow trees
wading in the waves,
on helena street
I sing my songs,
and dream in black
and white
I grasp withering stems,
and live for the nights
The clouds are bleak,
my mind is electric
the shapes in my mind
are geometric, for I live by the rocks,
under the willow trees
I wade in the cobalt sea,
and wait for the man to
come set me free

The beach boys make it feel all right,
Ed Ruscha is tellin me to keep it light,
Fleetwood Mac playin
The doors on those old blue records
when my mind feels like the dreariest night
The ocean gets me high,
The californian sun makes it all right
the stars sparkle so bright
As of lately, I've been California day dreaming
all night

My chambers of gold
aren’t so stable anymore
The oasis in which I used to escape
has crumbled to the floor
Those fallen hopes, desires, and dreams
Have taken an immense toll
I’m torn at the seams
I have fallen into the depths
of the black ocean
Waves pulls me under
causes quite a commotion

This chaotic turmoil feels comfortable to me
Peaceful times have yet to set me free
I drift deeper into the other realms
These alternative realities overwhelm
My mind and soul
but reality is far far away
It’s a distant galaxy so here I will stay

What is fated to be will always come around
The cosmic understanding can always be found
Duality of the light and the dark
Here I discover newfound desires and dreams
Which aren’t so stark

Clocks tick in dusk eerily slow,
when midnight comes to pass
my baby and I get down low
we race through the red lights, sipping slow
High by the shore, the tide is low
Daydreams of amphetamines
china white, and our hearts beat black
I fill the silver spoons, he licks my wounds
Motel six, sunday gloom
Cause clocks tick eerily slow
And when morning comes, I put on a show
so the deafening silence shall not grow
like the poison ivy rooted on our floor