love wears a blue dress tonight
she moves wispily, glides even.
skin like clouds, hair that
touches her smile on each side.
hazed green rays from her wise eyes
i feel her in my chest, in my head
shes in there, like my own thoughts
in control.
its lust, the inhalation of scents, flickering dance
of my soul
it travels time, in the eyes
of primitive mind
it dances around the fire
the fire in our souls knew each other
before,
before this, before any encounter ever
our systems share experience and imagination
she is gone for now

beeps are rattling the brain tonight
jewels and flashing lights yellow, then red
caution, red, heart rate has risen, blood pressure
too pressurized
wheres the salvation
in certain death and certain pain
it lies in the seemingly empty moments
car rides so short they feel as if they
didn’t happen at all
filled with the sounds of music
or conversation
siamese connection at the mid section
your lover is on your skin
savoring the seemingly empty moments
in sitting with your creator the only
immediate god you have
and the other version of yourself
right there with you
you do not get to be bored
or discontented, for you are alive
and the beeps that rattle the brain
like jewels, and the seams temporarily
holding the guts that you are together
and exterior organs, they are transient
temporary scratches on the eyes of life
blinding you too its truest potential
you are alive and every moment kills you

There they are again, depraved and craving
Sweet water down their little tubes its like
The tentative guise is paid and waving,
Rearing its blackened
filthy
*******
face
Spitting down my spine
All it can be is
The Certain Death, where there is no glory
and there is no day
Here its
Just the microseconds
To catch your breath.
To **** those ***** children that play
Fill their skulls with air and there lungs
With mud, they’ll become gasoline
And we’ll capitalize on their blood
Cement their eyes encrusted with sludge
Birthed in the bacteria, the animal’s flesh,
And all that there never was;
A time, a reason, or an infinite Sun,
All eyes on this fleeting speck of dust
Feel it in your bones
And only come
if you must.

Frantic insects wait to die,
By this limitless Hand,
putting youth in a box,
With all the twisting shapes,
And  mysteries.

The second by second,
Unfolding of tiny events,
Collected in the labyrinth,
Between your ears,
Speaks warmth and meaning.

Holding hands under creaking trees,
Puts my spirit at ease,
To overlap and forget,
As these insects wait to die.

Waves traveling uniformly in the culmination of reality
Elusive perfection never meets our eyes
It is carried
In the messenger of colors
Reflecting within these portals
Directed towards the medium of awareness.

I am within the vast expanse of harmonious order
Breathing in the cosmic bonds
As a composition of ancient dust
Experiencing the mystery of happen
And the equivocal breadth of our surroundings.

i am humbled before the Sun,
it knows i am here, it helped
create me.  soak its essence
into each of my narrow minded
cells.  i was once the molten Earth,
recycled matter through ancient time.
i am the ancient decaying matter that
passed on its life through the soil
i am the proto-primitive primate,
the smoker of god's green Earth,
inhaling Gaian knowledge.
i too will join the soil of time,
the molten cycle will rebirth me
when the time is right,
we will live forever.

Yea
Maybe I am

The short days
And a shorter temper
Or

Maybe I am
a sucker
a servile infant
clearing the scraps of
the undeserved

I guess
I could be
Or
maybe
I am just
gasoline and cash

or at least
I will be

one day.

Maybe I am
a host
a host for life
and that’s all

Or maybe
I am a universe
the
Universe.

Maybe I am
a persistent memory
for few
an empty vessel
to many

Or maybe I am
the diluted pieces
of potential

Maybe I should
have left

that corner

where I was not
alone but not quite
Together

Maybe I am
alive

There is no such word for it
But it can be seen
in the position of the eyes
and the broken
symmetry of the mind
The relentless upheaval
and affirmation
of all things beautiful
I witness the vibrations
of my soul and of time
It is the empty space that
All matter
occupies
It is  the blinding white light
explosion
And the chemistry of flies
It is in your hands
as they connect to your thoughts
The consistent stream
of impulses
smothering your senses
It is the quivering mountain tops
with mossy green lovers
undulating to the pulse
of her heart
It is in the eyes
that connect you
to Life
A system
with an unknown source
Evolving and persisting
an invisible force
For a reason
We cannot
know why.

shamans wearing labcoats
god uses google earth
to spy on his son
jesus christ
a fashion designer
who might be gay

develop your own style
and stick with it
because its all you've got
live life with a burning eye
and a burning mind
questioning everything

i learned of the human race
in common traffic patterns
and merging lanes
complex societies, civilizations
manifest in the everyday citizen
reduced to riding their machines

catatonic bon fires
nights lived with mystery and
misery and drunken foot steps
hauling yourself down the stairs

broken but seamlessly designed
lively living style
cannabis canopy in my mind
swaying back and forth

its burns with desire
i saw the eyes of god
in a bud light bottle
divine love
in a **** rip
make your choices
or the art dies

first,
a raccoon wrapped within its own intestine.
the asphalt is its grave; i swerve to miss it.
we shared the same air, maybe even a
common ancestor.
someone moved too fast to care.
its the ones with
fast cars and slow minds
pretty faces and ugly intent
artificial kindness but genuine hate
i'm not your friend
just a similar sense of self
it is
fat priests playing golf
lottery ticket paradises
restaurants
embellished mechanized slaughter
fake laughter and even faker love
shopping mall environmentalists
lexus-driving christians
paychecks, TV, lawn mowing sundays
drink yourself to death
please.
the least among us in control
deprived of the mind
the stench of their egos
and their hypocrisy
the gasoline, the cash, and the forced smiles
as i write people die
children die
i'm like many
the fool who knows
but does nothing
the one who doesn't know
that's the good person
the moral person.

second,
a rant, a ******* rage
the days are stale, self-actualize, the Earth remains the same
dry and motionless
middle-class frustration, planetary confusion,
the ***** of the Earth,
capsized like dying branches
in a wal-mart state of mind,
stupid slobs, rodent minded social egoists
over-organized, clean freak object fetishists
the evolutionary dollar sign
they bay at the moon, it's made of cheesecake
phase transitioning,
you blood clot, Earthly blood clot,
you don't know art
now there's ancient blood on my hands
smokeless, plantless, Earthless blood
detached from Gaian consciousness
stain on the mind
confused, clogged pathways,
clogged with
self-righteous mind flood
piles of ***** tissue,
waning and waxing
force feed me your ******* please
because i have no idea how to answer
in this cultural blood bath
it is the
end of time
the end of mind.

:aaphi

I heard your voice with the setting sun
I answered back but
There was
No one
Waiting for me too

I saw the world
When I was
Next to you
Eyes filled
With
red glass
like the smoke
You too, will soon pass

I felt your face
In the rising moon
Over the mountains
It came
Too soon
Cigarette and a glass of wine
Collectively
Swallow,
inhale,
The time
Because you too
Will soon pass

Nights intoxicated
with Stars and
Bottles
The faces are content
But their minds
Are startled
Shown the path
But never the Way

That doesn't matter
Now
We’ll breathe the same air
And I’ll never forget
The smell,
The touch,
Your hair,
We shared the earth
For as long as
We could
For whatever its worth
Under this sky
Together
We've stood
And you too,
Will soon pass.