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Jun 2018 · 214
High Noon
Sometimes
I feel like those milliseconds
Before a hanging death
Where you stop struggling
But aren’t dead yet either
The frantic clawing
Burning fight for life
No longer visible on the body
But inside still raging.
Locked in a torture
That looks serenely peaceful
Sometimes
Its like my emotions are
Suspended
In that choke of death
On the brink of a black hole
Where it crushes you
In the timelessness
Of forever
Like universal roadkill
Jun 2018 · 123
Untitled
Money will never satisfy me
As much as cultural expansion
May 2018 · 185
7:41 pm Summer Nights
The sky fills with pink as the last yellow blinks beyond the horizon.
The sounds of children getting in the last frenzied half hour of it-tag and hide and seek trail through the air as little eddies of laughter and secrets.
The birds full throatily serenading the last vestiges of sunlight and the hum of the crickets growing clear as sunsets final stretch relaxes.
And the breeze.... oh the breeze! It comforts like a mothers hands. It is just a touch cooler than the overall temperature and it is blowing like a playful lover.
I stopped mid stride and stood for 15 minutes just listening to the music of twilight and feeling the caress of it all across my entire being.
7:41 pm on a summer night, I succumbed
May 2018 · 439
Give me more
Your hands upon my hips
My sway felt in your grip
My name upon your lips
Give me more

Your lips upon my skin
The world begins to spin
Dripping on your chin
Give me more

Your eyes holding mine
Desires out to dine
Arching of my spine
Give me more
May 2018 · 183
Clue
A clue
Is a cue
For you
To view
Something new
May 2018 · 199
Con man
He has a con mans likability
A cunning sly agility
Disguised as civility
With an ego of nobility
He has a con mans likability
A shallow loud tranquility
Illusioned vulnerability
To hide his own futility
May 2018 · 393
Chance
Choose your own adventure
Make your own imprint
To some I am a warning
To others I’m a hint

I am an innuendo
An oblique shaded tint
I’m exactly the kind of thing
That makes you bite your lip

I am constant happening
Susurrations in the breeze
Prodding notions raw emotions
To see what you believe

I am chance. Care to take one?
Do you like the odds?
I’m a clue. Care to buy one?
To pull back my facade

I’m a coin. Care to flip me?
Is it heads or is it tails?
I am choice. Care to make one?
Which of these two trails?

A wink, a tinge, felt on the fringe
Like cobwebs in the woods
I’m an omen still unchosen
Am I bad or am I good?
May 2018 · 158
Stalked
There’s a set of footprints following me
Over the hills and under the trees
Everywhere I turn they’re right behind
I’m pretty **** sure I’m loosing my mind
No matter my speed. No matter my gait
Keeping right up like my heart rate
I make a hard left and then a soft right
And still they persist, no peace in sight
I lower my gaze down to the street
And what do I find? The prints match MY feet
May 2018 · 95
Bubble Patch
After the rain when the weathers just right
You might get to behold a wondrous sight
Little round orbs of swirly WOW! color
Across a surface so thin none do discover
Except magical creatures like me and you
In just the right light, just the right view
Bubbles emerging, delicate alllure
Vividly bright soft magic coture
They start as dew drops all itty-bitty
Expanding out all big and pretty
When growing is done they lift off the ground
And float on up with a delicate bound
I danced and I laughed tip-toeing along
Finally finding the place I belong
May 2018 · 104
Fugue
A fifth above
A fourth below
Dreamlike state
In the know

Voices dancing
Repetition
Different pitches
Composition
May 2018 · 140
STOCKINGS
Starting with pointed toe
Taking time, going slow
Over supple calves all flexed
Coyly bending, waist reflexed
Keep on going, rising high
Inclining next to the thigh
Now it’s time to clip them in
Gently rubbing upon the skin
Seam all straight, let’s begin
May 2018 · 96
Starve the stars
She devours the night
To starve the stars
Of the beauty the darkness shows

She hunts the shadows
Of slanted light
To keep as her mementos

People and places
Whispers and traces
Pages torn from books

Magic she seeks
Magic she finds
Missing no crannies or nooks
May 2018 · 198
Lusty Bird
The ***** bird hums
And sings a light tune
Declaring and sharing
The incoming June

The ***** bird hums
And sings a bright song
Whistling quite loudy
Her noted throng

The ***** bird hums
And sings her gay ditty
Making my heart
Go all a flitty

The ***** bird hums
And sings never more
As her bones are now piled
By my front door
May 2018 · 197
Tattle-Tale Bird
I know you’ve heard tales
Of the Tattle-Tale bird
Whispering to others
All that he’s heard

He tells on your sisters
He tells on your brothers
He loves to tell all
Especially to mothers

With small shifty eyes
And a voice oh so quiet
He eagerly thrives
On starting a riot

No secrets to tell
Not when he’s near
For you can be sure
Your name he will smear

But if you can catch him
I’ll tell you right now
He tastes so much better
Than a fat grass fed cow

Cook him in the over
Or over a fire
‘Cause that’s what you do
WIth Tattle-Tale flyers
May 2018 · 95
Louise
Oh how I love my little dead bird
Who sits so still for me
You may think that it’s a tad bit absurd
But she sings the most faint melody
A whisper, a wheeze, dust on the breeze
That haunts like All Hallows’ Eve
Oh how I love my little dead bird
My dead little bird Louise

Oh how I love my little dead bird
Who stares so vacantly
Two eyes long gone but still has a third
Which she uses to watch over me
She looks and she sees whatever she please
And guides me along with ease
Oh how I love my little dead bird
My dead little bird Louise
May 2018 · 406
Aching
I have this aching need to consume you
To wrap myself around you like a vine climbing lattice. Entwining.
I have this aching need to consume you
To let my eyes drink you in like a swig of whiskey swirled and rolled on the tongue. Savored.
I have this aching need to consume you
To become your personal space. A hairs breath apart. Enticing
I have this aching need to consume you
To let your voice tease my ears making my body stutter as it races down my spine like a lightning strike. Smoldering
I have this aching need to consume you
May 2018 · 411
Surrender
All men want is to witness a woman in full genuine pleasure. To hold lightning in their hands. Pure, raw energy.
Women, *** really is all about you. You aren’t there to please your man. If you really want to please him then please yourself. Rock those hips, undulate and grind. Whatever it is that gets you there do THAT! You are the divine feminine. Tap into that **** and be the conduit. It makes all the difference. You become a shooting star, rocketing to heights outside of visible distance into the ethers of all that is and skinny dip through that magic. Ladies it does not matter how you look. If you can genuinely enjoy the pleasure of yourself for yourself it’s spellbinding.
The men. They just want to hold on for the ride. They feel it through you. They consume it with their eyes in our every little movement. Their hands feel it through the rhythm of our stutters and spasms. Their ears hear it through our moans and uncontrollable purrs. Their ***** feel it as you make him your own private slip-n-slide. What are you waiting for? Bathe him in your surrender.
May 2018 · 158
A little something
I am not a lost thing
and neither am I found.  
I am mostly the kind of thing
that goes up instead of down

A quirky little something
And yet nothing all the same
Wild and unfettered
A flame that can’t be tamed

A fish that flys up in the sky
A bird that swims the sea
I am the odd one
In the middle of the three

A tiny little something
Like a freckle or a spot
Upon a field so clean
Ignore me you can not
Honestly I don’t know why you even try
May 2018 · 112
Bonus
All it would take is a simple fingertip
Sliding along the top of your shoulder
Moving slowly towards your neck

Leaning in and whispering
“I want you. Take me” quietly by your ear,
The breath of those words
Radiating warmth upon your neck
Igniting your skin for me alone to stroke
That.... that is just a bonus
May 2018 · 250
Drunk as a skunk
I’m drunk
Drunk as a skunk
In a black and white funk
A funk so aromatic
I spelunk in the trunk
On my way to my grave
Where I’ll land with a plunk
Funking away in the dirt still alert
People around
Above on the ground
Saying all the smart things
That they thought to have thunk
Like “remember that skunk in the trunk? How it stunk!
That little punk needed a deep cleaning dunk.”
And me? Well I just sunk
In my decomposed funk
Down in the ground not making a sound
As the worms ate my junk
Apr 2018 · 137
Drip
Loving you is a lot like having my arms and legs restrained. Then stood on a block of ice with a noose around my neck just before sunrise.
Apr 2018 · 125
Haiku
Approaching crisis
Flee the enemy within
Let the games begin
Apr 2018 · 125
Bitter pill
A bitter pill to swallow
A pratfall and obstruction
In let down I do wallow
Daily worth reduction
Apr 2018 · 131
What If’s
What if’s are sifty
Grains of sand
Falling from
Beneath
You.
Creating
A pocket of
Terminal velocity
Below the mantle
On which you stand
Apr 2018 · 106
Tilt-a-world
Up is down and down is up
Then given a good spin
Like a giant tea cup
Apr 2018 · 94
Lipless
If i possessed no lips to kiss
Would I even be worth your time?
Would it alter what you miss
And change the paradigm?
Apr 2018 · 109
Let’s play
A sly smiles signals the hunt
I expand and contract
Stretching readiness
Supple and sure
I take notice
Focused
I let the possibilities
Wash over me
Cheeks flush
Slow breaths
Suspended time
A spell of woven movements
Arching
I smile back
Are you willing to be my prey?
Apr 2018 · 104
Inebriate me
I get drunk on
Fingertips
Unfiltered lips
Come hither eyes
And silky ties
Apr 2018 · 92
My truths 4
Everything I do,
I do with grace
Until I don’t
But I do recover
Quickwardly
(quick but awkwardly)
Apr 2018 · 71
Beware
If you only knew
Just what I could do
Want to buy a clue?
Before I collect my due?
Apr 2018 · 91
Keystone
I’m only even when I’m odd
Dead center bullseye squad
I’ve got odd in spades
Apr 2018 · 140
A thing or two
I wish I knew a thing or two
Or even three or four
Of everything and nothing
Between less and more
Apr 2018 · 91
Would it?
If I possessed no vocal chords
Would my actions finally be seen?
Would it help move you towards
A new kind of cuisine?

If I possessed no lips to kiss
Would I even be worth your time?
Would it alter what you miss
And change the paradigm?
Apr 2018 · 189
Collapse
Together we slip
Folding space and time
A moment unzipped
Paradoxical paradigm
Made and unmade
Surging elapse
A ancient plan laid
Rebirth collapse
Apr 2018 · 117
Times Illusion
Time lies
Faithful, forever
By your side
Whispering linear
Left to right
Eyes forward
Blind sight
Apr 2018 · 112
Skin Hunger
Isolation of sensation causes emotional migration
Apr 2018 · 92
Wake Up
I can't just scream wake up
You don't grow without first having to learn
The pattern repeats ever cycling
The beginning and the end
With adaptation in between
The simple pattern forever repeats
From plants to atoms
To you and me
The layered sky
And the big blue sea
The stories aren't new
They are the same
The only thing different
Are the names
Look from your heart
Instead of your head
Then you can grasp
What I just said
If something resonates with you they say it is your heart telling you it's true. We're slaves to a system we can't abide. These aren't get to it later. These are musts. Stop fracking, controlling, extorting, using and abusing. We are not our just our bodies but also spirit.  Rewrite your program. We are here to learn who we are. We are energy. We are self aware. We need to be self aware as spirit. Energy. It's what allows you to rewrite your code. Stop believing the illusions. You control them not them controlling you.
To create is a gateway. A bridge that allows you to connect emotionally. Feel it. Math shows it. Art shows it. Life shows it. Look from your heart. Break the cycle. Stop hearing it start feeling it. Get deeper than the shallows. Shut up and listen. Take time to observe. Practice periods of not talking but simply watching. What did you see?
That is my truth for the precise moment. Forever expanding like the universe itself because we are it and it is everything. Don't just react to your life. Be aware. Question why you feel the way you do and find out if it is your truth or your program. It is like a darkness that feeds on us. Once you are aware of it. Have witnessed it you can release yourself from it. I won't hurt it and it can no longer hurt me. You don't destroy it. You find balance. For it is just as much part of the process as the light.
Without both there is no in-between. That is where this part of the program resides. It is the 3rd dimension. I accept it for what is is because I want to see more. I want to witness countless wonders. They are everywhere on every level. In acceptance I found freedom to do something else. It is the same story. You just need to find your perspective of it and the words you use to identify and understand it. Whether it's sicence or music or art or religion or spirituality etc.
The heart Is the meter, the thing in which everything gets judged. It knows your truths.
Everything we understand we are witnessing their truths or expression in this dimension. We are only understanding the universe and everything in it at our own levels of understanding not its. We must change to grow. Add perspectives to unlock code.
Apr 2018 · 113
Selkcerf
Golden kisses
Splashed light speckled
Daytime stars
Apr 2018 · 101
Self fulfilling
Scientifically speaking, we are the microcosm of the macrocosm in the universe. As above, so below, and as within, so without. We are the miniature representation, that possesses the characteristics and qualities of the larger macrocosm. This includes our physical body, as it exists within the larger whole of its system.
Apr 2018 · 147
S
S
She
Swallows
Stars
So
Skillfully
She
Shines
Apr 2018 · 105
Shadow
I am with you
Every step
Ever present
Our union
In light
Lincoln Town and Country
There are things I must tell bluntly
I hope you don't feel shame
for being pretty lame
and making me waste money

When I saw you in the lot
I was already quite distraught
because my precious prelude
had tires that were all *******
something new needed bought

It seemed like quite the flip
To be able to take my trip
A three hour jaunt
seemed so nonchalant
until you started to slip

Your transmission seized up first
a hefty 4,000 dollar thirst
Only one month in
the worlds smallest violin
started to hint at your curse

Next came the back gate
hydraulic arm truncate
one more thing that's broken
making it impossible to stay open
why won't you cooperate?

The sliding door fell off next
your parts are all quite hexed
rocking on the ground
oh how you astound
my emotions which are vexed

Windows?! who needs these?
obviously not me
at least your air still works
I'll count it as a perk
Since I can't feel the breeze

Then it was slated
to keep us dehydrated
after your air went on the fritz
sparkling sweaty glitz
leaving us saturated

More problems you did score
making driving a big chore
pretty soon we were left
feeling strong bereft
with just one working door

I set to the task at hand
and devised a simple plan
placing online ads
to other car comrades
and traded you for a conversion van
Apr 2018 · 143
15
15
Awoken by birds
gaily proclaiming spring
for at least a day
Mar 2018 · 131
Sustanance
I dine on wildflowers
Down by the sea
I slurp down sunshine
How it tickles me
Melodic come hithers
Whispered on the breeze
It's times just like this
That invoke Calliope
Mar 2018 · 117
What if.......
For all we know what we see as the universe
Is really just the circulatory system
Of a enormous being
We can not even begin to fathom
Maybe we are molecularly part of a white blood cell
Or part of the neural network that makes up the brain
Perhaps the tiny spark of knowing we call intuition
At some point you just have to say
I know I don't know
And that is enough
HEAVEN
A higher dimension
It's not an eternal place.
It is an eternal vibrational stage
But by no means the last
BEAUTY
Pains byproduct
Pain and discomforts mere existence create the space for beauty and vice versa. A self-fulfilling loop.
Mar 2018 · 101
My Truths 2
I appreciate anyone
who can respond
rather than react.
To say 'This is me”
with accountability
To say this is me without accountability looks like this:
I'm rubber and you're glue. What bounces off of me sticks to you
We are taught at such young ages without even being aware of the message it sends and how it will ripple out.
Mar 2018 · 96
P O E M
Prologue

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Movement
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