bodies buzzzzz
bliss smiles radiate from hearts
while the scent of sweat and drooling lips
caress the air around....

We lay,
hands and legs entangled
blood beats to the rest of our bodies now...

Panting subsides,
afternoon sunlight beckons us
from the windows,
while waves of indigo blue dragon ecstasy skip and zip around
our cinnamon and milky skins
like electric pleasure tides.

Here... we lay in the emerald river,
our bodies float,
we whisper sacred love words into
each other's mouths--
the foamy fig cream jazz lavender waters
tickle our bellies,
we giggle when it tickles our armpits...

Content glazed eyes flash pink
rose petals, the spirit flower grows in us,
and we sigh in wonderful unison,
hoping to spend at least eternity into each other.

There is hope
hope of finding the right one
in a storybook nirvana the ancients
who built the world
wished they thought of....

There is hope
that a story written
a phrase turned
or word uttered
would influence a
change so great--
like Kaufman, Ginsburg, Burroughs, Kerouac & Smith...

Hope still exists
that light will never go out
the stars will still shine and
life will still be around
thousands of millions of years

There is hope
still left
my friends,
beating
beating in my heart--
ready to carry with me--
--solo until the day I'm the last
one standing--
ready to be executed
for my views.

And a thought slides
into my brain,
like someone whispered into my third eye.

And this thought enlightens
my body, yellow radiates from within...
I'm warm.....

The light continues--
throughout my conscious,
into my timeline, illuminating
moments of evidence.......

I am a harbinger of radical change
from within you.
Your mind will break--crack--melt/ripple
and so shall your life seemingly crumble--
your pandoras box of history will shatter,
leaving you in a lonely/scary dull crater
in cold/moonlight............
only then shall you discover what you've been seeking.

Delicious midnight,
kyanite and citrine crystal bells buzz
& haummm....
Piano notes dance around the room,
some sing silent eurythmy patterns.

An amalgam of pinball gypsy
time travelers colliding--
the timing couldn't have been more perfect
as we rest in the sacred loft
under the metallic ear.

Full Flower Moon
whispers persimmon kisses at 2am.

Here we rest,
a space for the timeless animals,
wounded healers,
soldiers of peace
all seeking a brief respite....
collecting energetic auric heart fire fuel
before we slingshot off in our kaleidoscopic time machines,
candles navigating to the darkest reaches
of outer and inner space.

Here, fear dissolves....

Here, light evolves....

I am a 27 year old misfit artist diving deeper into a profound, glistening amethyst molten ocean of love with a soul older than mine yet struggling to allow love in my heart for lazy, apathetic family afraid to rock the boat  yet wallows and wades in frigid desert dunes of dried ice where water no longer exists.

I am thirteen years old and encouraged to read a poem I wrote in front of the class by my English teacher, my heart glows as a new buzzing azure jazz saxophone sound emerges in my mind as this is the first time any educator has encouraged me.

I am two or three years old running around this humongous place called apartment while my dad is chasing me with this giant eye that captures movement and sound on tapes and I'm having trouble seeing the rest of his hairy face.

I am twenty-five and holding my best friend as that rich radiant  poetic tragicomedic light fades away from his irises for several seconds of lifetimes while the seizure scrambles and mangles and tangles his mind until he suddenly blinks yet cannot think of my name.

I am twelve and at four in the morning suddenly develop this tingling vibration in my pants after I stopped flipping channels on my grandparents cable television as it landed on this inappropriate movie about a lady with huge ******* giving this guy a blowie.

I am eight or nine and scared, some six or seven kids from third grade are hitting me, kicking me, dragging me while teachers watch for a few then turn away and I feel so powerless when they spit on me and hurl my body against the tree.

I am eighteen and ready to tackle the world after graduating high school and performing two different parts in the musical after replacing a guy and taking 'the girl' to prom after she chose me and not the other guy I had to replace only to find myself dating her and another at the same time! Oh what folly and foolish revelry is this!?

I am all of these,
embracing the choices
and voices and being
knowing every breath and heartbeat
every fluttering eye and handshake
and kiss has catapulted, imploded
and cuckoo capitulated and molten molded me
into the being I am right now!

One moment,
I'm held in a sensuous tango embrace,
our lips a tongue's width apart.
Passional, honey lavender breath
melts me, caressing my cheeks,
licking my ear
When suddenly I'm smacked on the ***.

God is a terribly cheeking dancer partner,
likes to keep me on my toes.

**** it
in life.

and frank.

You're adorable.
You are the epitome of "spunky."

I can only hope to one day,
bring a room such infectious joy!

I only wish
you didn't sound
like you were talking to five year olds
everyday.

I don't care what anyone else says,
you're still one of the most honest human beings
on the planet.

You remind me of the living,
breathing.....  
    (  (  (s t r u g g l e)  )   )
within my mind constantly.

I can relate to your questions
and fears, outcasts' s ' sss tearss' s''s'' ' '

But there is a light,
oh man,
there is a light
so bright that will release so much energy
into this universe one day we may find ourselves
in a similar utopia. I promise you
it's there, inside you.

The answers are out there,
you're very close.
Much closer than I was at your age.

Simply believe in yourself......