here we are again
midnight.

as we count the new day away/
one, two, three
in the morning.


four, five, ***
seven days in a week.

playing on our words.
we're weak.
i'm weak.
so weak.

here we are again.

Prancing rays of sun,
eager to touch and tickle
wake everything up
from slumber,
filter through
swaying bamboo groves
singing in a divine madness
a love song,
in honor of the couple
lost in sensual yearning,
in their lovely garden,
wrapped head to toe in morning mist.
Lust is far from their mind
and nature through them expresses
its sublime zeitgeist.
Gently the wind pulls her bodice,
exposes one breast, frozen snow like.
Swimming in the waters of
aesthetic languor, she lets
the fingers of sun caress,
turning it to pink.
A glowing wave of zen hits him-
a waterfall from above,
simultaneously  a tornado from within
shaking him for an indefinite time.

I don't care if you don't like me
if you insult me and criticize me
if you send me hate mail
because I always fail
if you try to push me around
I will stand my ground
so don't act like you're better than me
because all you are is a sad little bully.

She smiles
Sparkles in her eyes
Dimples on her cheeks
Aspects of an angel
Wretched and divine

Look in her eyes
Deep down
The chill of death
Her skin so riddled with flaws
A study of the being inside

She walks through the hall
Surrounded by followers
Known and loved by all
But known?
They don't know her

She is full of bitterness
Judgement
Deception
Cruelty
Abundantly flow

Her clothes change frequently
Every hour she is different
She changes her face
And her feelings
Her words constantly lie

This was my closest friend
She shut me out
Humiliated me
Lied to me and about me
Turned my friends against me

I helped her
Befriended her
She was my closest friend
Kindred
Or so I thought

Now I sit in the shadows
My light is a comfort
Hers a blazing fire
She will burn you
Her flames consume you

Do not trust so easy
Do not put your faith in the unknown
Keep your spirit to yourself
Or you will give someone else
The means to break you

My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
     universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
     reach my hands and play with pebbles of
     destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
     reading "Keep Off."

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
     in the universe.