Your night is the day's embryo,
You wake,
You're  a parent to a new day.
You have responsibilities!
No time to do a zombie walk 'til noon.
Time for two, three, lines of finity;
It will jack y0u high on impermanence.
Certainty has never insured tomorrow.
This day is your last banquet?
Fill your plate, but not full.
Do not dine alone.
Say grace, for you are the Pope of the hour,
Your awareness is a sacrament
That blesses everything you see and touch.
Soon your day will die in a ****** cloud
Leaving you with both less and a little more.

Yours is the haze my friend
& all that is within it confined.
Yours is a lush pink haze
leaden with rotting hope,
with amethysts and emeralds
of fear and caution encrusted.
Damp to the feel and on your face
Nurturing your peace and surrender
as they grow and colonize like fungi
parasitic and spore forming... contagious
they gnaw at your spirit with false contentment, my friend.
Yours is the haze and all it harbors
of lush stupidity and gullible naive comfort.
yours is a web of intrigue, woven by your senses
and calcified by your precious mind.
but blame not your mind, it was merely following orders
obeying authority, your Ego's authority
for your ego is your shepherd and you my friend
you are the one sheep in his flock.
A sheep, lowly, & sickly but this sickness is subclinical
and it comes with an insidious onset.
And you my friend,
you are doomed to relapse again and again.
Be assured, it is a sickness
and it spews from your gentle mouth
with a painstaking stink.

Not long ago your ego was just like you.
not a shepherd, you were both young
smooth skinned and pampered,
breathing in knowledge and breathing out gaiety.
Cubs, equal in status and in innocence;
your paws were smaller then and your claws were blunt
and the sweetest taste was of your mother's milk.
Now power seems much more tempting
safety and stability are all the more precious
and your ego gorges on all...
It grows and swells with the blood and guts of its prey.
Thus trapped you shall remain my friend
so long as your ego's web comforts your spirit
and change startles it, makes it run, flee
it scatters and cowers behind cardboard walls
drapes, silk curtains and the smoke of a burning life.
Stay there my friend, for as long as you find comfort
but when it bores you or numbs you,
don't delay and don't hesitate
Ask for my help, For I am your true Self.

at a stressed airport,
people passing time.
wondering if tonight,
some of them might
redeem themselves
cheaply, for a dime.

at a stressed airport,
time holds the mind.
clouds over thoughts,
like a mountain sunrise.
when will we wake,
and suddenly find,
that midnight had passed,
and we lost our sight?

at a stressed airport,
numbness rules supreme.
who can tell heartbeats
of those who hope,
love, yearn or hate?
all regret their choice,
of watery coffees
and homogenized cream.

at a numb airport,
drifting thoughts
of what's gone,
certainly.
of what could be,
perhaps, happily?
avoiding now
without a raised brow.

at a numb airport,
comfortably void,
filling this emptiness.
and trying to avoid,
inevitable solitude.

ah....baby baby..
the thought of you is easy on my mind.
I see you in the morning
in the subdued shadows of my bed;
all unaware and still asleep in bliss-
your hair tousled on red pillow.
I see your arms abandoned where you left them
when you, suffused with happiness,
slept in my love.

I love to look at you
when you are unaware.
I memorize the arches of
your eyebrows.
The shine of your eyelids.
If I am careful,
I may touch that soft cheek..
See the coral lips.

Gently, and with great tenderness
I think of you,
of drawing you into my arms.
Of soft morning coos and sighs
of kisses sweet and slow.
the thought of you is easy on my mind
Ah... baby, baby..

People tell me daily my love,
Our love will never make it,

Their endless taunts dig deep my love,
Sometimes i just can't take it.

But then i hear your voice my sweet,
And the love comes flooding back,

You tell me of their jealousy, my sweet,
And of the true love they lack.

I ache for you at  night,dear lover,
Smelling you in my dreams,

I see the love we make, my lover,
And the mingling of our creams.

What i'm trying to say to you, soul mate,
Is please wait for us to become one,

They may not let you go soon, soul mate,
But i'll be here, when you come home....

                                       I Love You

I'm not into sappy
love songs or online
requests to be mine
but you make me happy.

I will be leaving
and so will you
(unfortunate, but true).
We'll both be grieving.

I hope you see
that cubism dreams
will tear at the seams.
Just don't forget me.

No more
In love
No more fallen
Rather falling
We are brushed finger tips
Waving goodbye
Choked,
Air stuck
Tight lipped
I feel sick
And tired
Raw flesh
And cut deep
Straight through
To already
Brittle and broken
Bone.
Alone
And tripping
Over the
Falling sky.
Red eyes
Disguise
Roll the dice
Snake eyes
And the next roll
Is in your hands.