I need an acid wash and a raku fire
Roll me in leaves and set me on fire
Glaze me brilliant pink, gold-silver metallics
Turquoise tones...
I looked into the eyes of a lizard today
Saw evolution pass before me in a flash
I dreamed of you last night it was of lust not love
For I do not know you...Just a dream
Is this for love or lust?
I gotta know
Wanna be in love and have it feel like lust

I need an Acid Wash and a Raku Fire
Roll me in leaves, set me on fire
Glaze me brilliant pink, gold, silver metallic…turquoise tones
I looked into the eyes of a lizard today
Saw evolution pass before me in a flash…
I dreamed of you last night, it was of lust and love
But I do not know you
Just a dream...
Is this for love or lust?
I gotta know…
I wanna be in love and have it feel like lust…

Patches of fur,
Ironed onto the highway
Like patches sewn,
Onto a girls jean skirt
Nature and Man
Joining skin to skin
Dirt paths licked up
Black top fingers spread

Here come those drafty air follicles of madness
That makes me want you again
Like a drug seduced elixir
Oh tie me up with your insanity
So we can do it all again
Unwrap me from this loneliness
To melt in peace sustained
Like a drug seduced elixir
Won’t you tie me up again?
I want love to be a seed of invisibility
To wash me dry and clean
Like glistening oil on suntan skin
Let it heat me up and soak all in
Oh tie me up with your insanity
So we can do it all again
Unwrap me from this loneliness
To melt in peace sustained
Like a drug seduced elixir
Won’t you tie me up again?

I feel like a statue
Dissolving and disintegrating from the elements.  
Maybe that is what statues are,
Frozen sadness that is not heard but only spoken to  
A cloak of frozen smoke that eventually crumbles
Loneliness turned into powdery dust.  
Maybe dirt and sand are really lost and lonely souls
Surrendered to the harsh elements of humanness,
Becoming the support for others to find their footing
Crying statues
A petting zoo of statues
Lonely souls that finally get touched and stroked, picked up and spoken to
By other sad and lonely ones
Who have not yet turned to stone

Her melancholy had a circadian rhythm
Spoken in twisted tongues
Reasoning blind sighted by emotional revenue
Reveries of long lost memories
Testimonies of the heart
How does one escape the kinship of hearts?
When longings derail sensibilities?
There is a raft at the shoreline
It’s sail, luminous and large
Beckoning to travel to another shore
Tide water spreads onto the open space
Bridges are no more

Can’t you hear the reverie of trumpet calls?
Lion’s roar inside your blood?
Horse drawn buggys of unrighted wrongs
Jack Hammers
Carving another niche in their belt
Of brawn and steel
Daggers
Driven into hearts of man
Shrapnel
Burning, Stinging
Earth howling in her *******
Blossoming in respite
Man, woman barred from hearts merging
In the forgotten tale of reciprocity…

Gun powder laced with melodic virtuoso
Absorbed as a distant chant
Sound waves meandering into War Zones
Ghostly sounds of the living, the living haunting the soon to be dead
Personal vendettas in the guise of fighting
Man, woman barred from hearts merging
In the forgotten tale of reciprocity…

Maybe I am a runner…
Stretched out as a wet canvas,
waiting for the stroke of the brush
While drops of rain splatter slowly,
spreading me  into a sea,
overflowing off the edges onto the ocean floor…
I rise up swimming,
in a pool of colors, for a breath,
a taste, a lick
Water beaded on my skin…
I am a green lizard climbing into my papaya cave,
Sticky moist and sweet
I wish I could wear all the shades of blue,
in the sea, diluting all that is not me
Onto a canvas, to believe
Blueness of eternity…running

The women see what the men don’t see and
The men will see what the women don’t see
Blessed Be, Blessed Be
The animals sense what the people deny and
The children speak what the parents have to hide
Blessed Be, Blessed Be

I ripple in the presence of time
It passes me silently
Like a lover
A spider
A Butterfly
Bristling up against me
As a wisp of a breeze
A melody unheard
A ripple…In stillness
Time moves on

You crave and yet resist those things; that take you from what's good, 'till something better takes another other and seems again anew
How often times the image thought supreme to it's ideal
Tryin to change one to form another "other" that seems again anew
Are you another one of my symbols?
Is this another one of my images?
Archetypes they tell me and I'm somewhere in between