if I could fly
upon the sky

into the silence and the cold

I'd write your name across the Moon
as it is written on my soul

held by the tide
that does not turn
showing the same side
day by day

no wind to blow

no fire to burn

no ocean to
wash you
away

I am
the Moon
you sing to me
I am the Sun
you look away in fear
I am the Earth
I feel your footprints in my soul
I am the sky
I see you search for all your gods in me
I am the sea
in dreams you follow music to my hidden shore

there  ✧  is  ✧  a  ✧  star
will sleep until             it is destroyed
what we are                          and spills out life
       where our essence                                    into the void       
      become a part of the sky                   and what wise hand      
      you and I                                                             may­ fabricate      
moons and planets                                           the many things  
melting out into the night                                     that it creates  
      incandescent searing light                          moons and planets        
till the Sun begins to turn                                stone and metal  
burn whatever they can burn                           running water  
until only monsters remain                            flower petals  
     and up the chain                                       moving round      
  on and on                                   by their own power    
      to eat the bees                                    little bees          
       little birds                 to eat the flowers        
singing sweetly in the trees

how translucent
existence seems
like a memory
of a dream

echoes of echoes
that become
an inarticulable hum

the time it takes
until we know
reality
moments ago

feels like thunder
and makes me wonder

is it ever really now?

they each think I
am on the other side
not anymore

here in the center
all I see
is two long rows of swords

out in the open
with the others
I could stay forever

this will not be a gauntlet
till you learn to come together

hate
reject
don't know

   I             ?           U  

understand
want
love

I want to be loved
really truly
for me

If you love me for something else
what does that mean?

Do you love the illusion
you are thinking of?
That is not who I am.

Who do you love?

we see how seeing seems
and we feel how we feel
how much is a dream
how much is real
ॐ
lost in illusion
to deep to be found
dreams within dreams
turtles all the way down

no sunlight falls
on this path I have chosen
my heart is not broken at all
it is frozen

I wander the darkness
in search of your light
you are the shadow
and I am the night

I love and I hate you
with all of my heart
and when I think about you
I am torn apart

once more at the crossroads
the lines seem to vanish
but it doesn't matter
all roads lead to madness

the mind is a kaleidoscope
that makes the whole world bright
so full of shapes and colors
like a wonderland of light

the patterns are so beautiful
symmetrical and strange
when I turn the kaleidoscope
I see the patterns change

I watch existence tessellate
and open like a flower
perception means so much to me
I give it so much power

but when the mirrors melt
and let my mind into the night
I hope that
for one moment
I will truly see the light

for you I would do anything
anywhere

the others can think what they want
I don't care

if I wrote this for them they would
like it more

but I don't want a dozen hearts
I want yours

it is not a poem
the way you make me feel

it is something stranger
much more sinister
more real

written far beneath the mind
far too deep to be heard

in a dark and secret place
where there are no words

  primal  
feral            
powerful              
passion stripped of prose

we are naked animals
underneath our clothes

no meter or pentameter
no semblance of control

not a poem

but obscene graffiti
scrawled across my soul

be silent

words are dangerous

this is no time to speak


a little censorship

is what keeps everybody free


and if you disagree

then you will see

your star shall fall


say what we tell you to

or don't say anything at all

what are the odds?
just a number
between 0 and 1

how many versions of the Universe
contain our Sun?

how many where the world has oceans?
where humans have legs?

I am here
but my mother had so many other eggs

there would be no America
if there had been no Britain

what are the odds
that we can read
that our language was written?

sometimes it makes me wonder
and sometimes it make me shiver

what is life
outside our slice
our tiny little sliver?

ever multiplying
exponential beyond knowing

reality the fractal
like a tree
forever growing

one in infinity
so astronomically small

what are the odds of any of this
happening at all?

as darkness falls upon the Sun
the day is upside down

the Hunter holds the halo
in his right hand
like a crown


a ring of fire

hidden in the light

a shadow sign


draws down the night
into the sky
so darker stars may shine

we have done inhuman things
every single day
even as we sang our songs
even as we prayed

we have always put up walls
to keep them at bay
and built a system to take
their humanity away

we all know the stories so
why are we so surprised
to see all these inhuman deeds
happen before our eyes

but perhaps the part of this
that scares us most of all
that all of these inhuman things are
human after all

everybody has an other
every other one
everyone pretends to wonder
what their other's done

every other does the things
that you would never do
when you are not yourself at all
the other one
is you

every other day I wonder
which way I should go
but when I become the other
I already know

all the million little things
that we would never do
not knowing that
the other me
has seen
the other you

How must that first sunflower feel
To look out on that sea of leaves

All slumbering
Asleep in green

And be the only one
The One
Awake to look back at the Sun

a summer song you hummed to me
remembering the melody

I miss you

the wicked way you came to me
I'd best repress the memory

I want you

entangled in causality
and underneath the mystery

I know you

iniquitous soliloquy
and hidden in the litany

I love you

choose the one who you will follow
sell your will to them forever
different tunes
but all the pipers
lead us into the same river

I do not belong to you
It is not your choice
You don't get to speak for me
I have my own voice

If I stand up and speak my mind
Do not be surprised
This is not under your control
I get to decide

speak or write or walk or kneel
they will never learn
silence is not made of steel
silence can be burned

sun spider
weaves her pattern on the sky
the world in her web

my thoughts about you do not rhyme
they are too twisted to repeat
the part of me that wants you
is a part of me that cannot speak

in the still air
grain fields shimmer
pale blue green
a silent sea

what force or what pressure
could ever
compress you

enough to force you
to transform

deep down in your core
may be one filthy diamond

waiting in the grime
and the coal

.                  black and white                            I am twilight                  
    and night and day                            I am grey          



  ?



  heaven and hell                       shells within shells
                   earth and sky                                who am I?                       .

I hide my pain from a lot of people

I don't want to add to their problems

I am afraid to cry in front of my friends

I don't want them to see

the ways that I am broken

I want to be strong for them

So when they ask me how I am

I smile and say


"Everything is OK"


"Everything is OK"


"Everything is OK"



I tell the same lie

every day

sparrows and crows
what do they know?

the stars above
the world below

and through their eyes
what do they see

when they fly through the sky
like we do in our dreams?

tomorrow we will draw
---------------a different line--------------
in the same sand

I see my own mind from within
it makes me feel so different

but if I look outside myself
I see I'm like everyone else

I know a million little things
the little ways
that make me strange

but everyone has something strange
that's one way
we are all the same

I never say your name
I am afraid
my voice will break

trip on a trill
stammer and still

skip

a beat and spill
repeated syllables
from trembling lips
I know that if I

slip

I'll show the whole world
how I feel

by day I am a memory of night
in dreams I am the moon that draws your sea
I want to chase the fire across your sky
and change the shape of your reality

ηλεκτρική ελπίδα
ήρθα
είδα
είσαι καταιγίδα

είσαι μια βολίδα
και θα λιώσεις
απαλά
τη Γη

φοβάσαι
ο φόβος φέρνει φωτιά
φως που τυφλώνει

imagine
the sun in a deep black sky
just another star

the heat of the day
blew the ashes away
the sparks and the flames
have returned

keeping fire deep inside
my silence was a lie
I can no longer hide
how I burn

words are wanderers
where do they come from?
seeds on the wind
was there ever just one?

a spell of wisdom
madness and love
words cast no shadow
what are they made of?

I am an enigma
that's what they all say
they read it correctly
I wrote it that way

some people don't want
to be figured out
weaving walls like vague waves
a labyrinth of doubt

every once in a while
you say something to me
that shows you may have seen
what not everyone sees

and I'm still a little
surprised at it all
that you of all people
have seen through my walls

.                                                                ­                    
            the twisted patterns                        
                                ­       𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦          interlace  
                                𝘵𝘩𝘦          𝘢𝘯𝘥        
                  𝘴𝘬𝘺          𝘵𝘩𝘦
                     the mysteries          𝘴𝘶𝘯                          
                ­                          fall into place
          𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺                                           
                           ­ 
              𝘰𝘯𝘦                  𝘣𝘺                   one    
                                                                ­                                        .

drops of dew
shine like diamonds in the dawn
a world full of stars

Would you be so
surprised to find
what I am hiding
in my mind

or would that light
shine through to show
that same shadow
on your own soul?

on the shrieking storming sky
a sailing bird of prey
rides the singing wind like hidden waves
to blow the crows away

do we
collide

or

 fling             each            other

far

beyond
the Sun

apple tree
glimmering white as the Sun
shimmering with hope

................
.......................
emotional mosaic
a different kind of art
you didn't break my heart
you only rearranged the shards

we change our plans
hold back our hands

with all our strength
and force of will

we hide away
another day

we tremble
and the Earth stands still

if this is a message
then what does it say?

nobody seems to have answers today
nobody knows who to turn to or trust

if this is a message
who sent it to us?

patiently
on my own little island
gaze into the sea