like the carvings of ignorant man
we dance
strange colours
words uttered
beyond recall
we seek strong shelter in weak arms
and breathe turquoise sin
against red skin.
i look into deep wells that speak
of him
of her,
they
them
i wonder

my hands melt
your features blur
into soft nothing
into cloud brilliance
inside soft nothing
we weep willow
of sadness conquer
of past that bleeds
and present exceeds
all of the wilted
promise' of old

they sing for a soul
without ears
without capacity
to ever hear

listen

the dull hum

of life,

who gave you wings

has forever come

forever undone.

i fell in love
with the ribbons of gold
in a strangers soul
as we brush shoulders
i forget my own name
and stare deep
into eyes insane
like an innocent wonder
that seeks beauties touch
who’s yet to be broken
to just be, is enough.
i followed the sound
of battered feet
and found in myself
something so sacred
so sweet.
like audible honey
in sound we bathe
jumping through fire
a cosmic parade
these beautiful people
i drink them up
fall in love a thousand times
its never enough.

the great hedonist
i tore rabbit fur for my coat
from the fleeing children
of widowed hare
i drained the grapes of every vinyard
juniper berry kiss
i found nothing but bliss
i cackled in excess
bleeding from glass addled feet
with strange women
like ghosts
who shared my bed
i smoked the stars and ate the sun
until Zeus
the beast himself
shot lightning into my heart
his voice boomed judgment
and as i rose
the petals fell from my shoulders
my teeth stained with wine
i stared him straight in the eyes
he boomed again
"why do you mock me?"
i could only smile
i fell from my clothes
and pulled a spear from mother earth herself
i charged him
the great Zeus
was nothing
against the endless pit
of my desire.

they tried to protect
that which made them real
yet a small stone
thrown a million times
by a million hands
will break even the leather skin
that cages the heart
a mighty man may fall
at the whim of a poison dart
weakness within strength
strength in vulnerability
for this
we stain the soul

time will tell
only the stories
worth passing from lip to lip
but it is those forgotten fables
around which i wrap my kiss

i seek only
the sold soul
who traded the promise
of life beyond
for the simple taste
of sacred sanskrit beauty

falling like rings

soundless clatter
from cool jet black
ringlets.
there were no words
in the time before
only mindless grunts
and sighs
oh so full of meaning
i can still hear the stirring
the gentle click of rhythm
man mimics nature
nature mimics music
music shall always mimic the gods
yet we still sharpen our knives
and dampen our odds.

at the precipice
we seal ***** envelopes
with dry tongues
and hurl them into the abyss,
in the hope that some strange soul,
on estranged tides,
will find solace and smiles in lost letters of love.

x

we **** wisps of meaning down spines like beads of sweat
we send them south
across the border
between the trees
i lay my head
the ground beneath me quivers
the grass becomes damp
and the quake can be heard
like a long gentle sigh
and for a moment
the mind turns black

my body is simply a conduit for my will.
it is bound to get bruised
battered
scarred.
with each mark
i get a little closer
to having lived a life
worthy of dying.

the past is dead
like a limb
amputate
the past is dead
like a husk
cut it loose
it is done
now is yours
to hold for a moment
and let go
like ashes
fleeing the constructs of time
chasing shadows down secret shores.

i ingest these poisons
so i may grasp the nature
of the impermanent.
i gather up broken pieces
of broken people
so i may see beauty
despite hopelessness
i become the strength
where others have none
yet it is this paradigm
that will tear me undone.
for a bridge to brighter shores
is useless
if it breaks under the weight
of a thousand bare feet
a mirror will only reflect
what the eyes long to see.

i ingest these poisons
so i may grasp the nature
of the impermanent.
i gather up broken pieces
of broken people
so i may see beauty
despite hopelessness
i become the strength
where others have none
yet it is this paradigm
that will tear me undone.
for a bridge to brighter shores
is useless
if it breaks under the weight
of a thousand bare feet
a mirror will only reflect
what the eyes long to see.

i watch her dance
sweet joy fresh upon the brow
like tiny beads of sweat that fall
and softly kiss the ground
when i am low
i crawl into her cocoon
and a tired pirate
will finally sleep
only to awake
to the tendrils of touch
creeping like vines
across weathered flesh
a trickle sensation
giving life, and taking it away
in lieu of sadness jest.

your intelligence is gentle
beautiful
and it moves through you
as you move through all things
i have counted countless halos
dancing around your fingertips
each more intricately woven
in to everything you ever said
there are diamonds in your smile
and blue fire in your eyes
i am lost in them
in you
in everything you do
in all that you are
a whirlwind of feather
across my skin
leaving light like footprints
around you, i spin.

i love you

my hands are stained
dyed red and blue
with the memory of you