as the weary morning lifts her head
her sleepy ***** wakes;
and dreamy eyes will wonder on,
apart from memories she's made.
engulfed by newly realized dreams,
her mind will not capitulate.
in something now she hides her key,
no lock could ever make her stay

breathe the leaves;
harmony with trees
to clear the dust from weary lungs
and plant the ancient seeds.
we cleanse our chest in sacred tongues,
as wood can never bleed;
paint the skys with all our eyes
and let our spirits scurry free.

our bones do ache
and fingers shake,
as we watch death die
where our peace is made

crescendos of light will lead us through the night
astral wings stir winds of flight
amidst the vast celestial light
we own the sky; we run the night.
and with god, we share our sight.

with god we share our sight.

what spawn of madness lies behind the crooked lens
chains tied to the entropy of ends
chaos bound to nothing but ourselves;
now unfolding fate that we’ve propelled.
somehow now, beyond the folds
withholding beyond reach;
the light of every star unknown
will rapture; be unleashed.
so I may bend and break the lines
of all the rules they teach
i’ve made my own,
this world is mine,
no longer shall I sleep.

morning, evening, noon and night
i want you always in my light,
always you are in my sight,
always right
here

sunday monday, through the week
i need you next to me to sleep.
because of all the dreams we keep,
its easy to breathe
here

i'd wait forever for your kiss
for an embrace that curiously fits,
i never thought it'd be like this,
i need your lips
here.

you are sunlight through the clouds,
the rays envelop, the light unbounds
and they sink into my skin and chest
they come to rest
here.

you’re stuck inside the web;
theres too much tangled in my head.
im wrapped up in my thoughts again,
left dusting all the old cobwebs
from every subtle angle that
i hadn’t noticed you leave your caress;
you left your fingerprints in black
and pressed all up and down my chest,
where they might fill the empty space
and replace all that i had left,
but that’d been carved of replete stone
and so it can’t ever come back.

but somehow still my arms outstretch,
just waiting for your blood red hands
to come devour the last of it,
to sink your teeth
because you can.

pushing out the centric whole,
this vacuum pulls my soul inside;
stitching rags with threads of gold
laid over bones too old to hide;
inside myself this vessel holds
a sense of me i’ve not contrived
made into being by the hands
that work this living threaded bind

that ghostly hand binds ribs to lung
now thickening the air i breathe,
the specters have stirred up the dust
that clouds the halo over me.
a mist of dust from the chiseled stone,
or the rust of ancient foreign locks -
concealing rooms where all is filed;
time, reason, risk and cost.

the dust will settle, still until then
i’ve solder’d soul onto my skin
there are no shadows, we’ve bathed in light
new magnet pulls through, spectrum shift turns to white.
as howls ring out, carving through stormy dune,
the sun is eclipsed by the pivotal moon.

i cant seem to find
the source of this weight.

thought i heard her slip
"i love you"
from her tongue into my ear.
couldn't catch it in the silence,
it was much too loud to hear
the warm vibrations of her hands
passing goosebumps on to me;
but i awoke alone to find
these things were only
of a dream

I sink too deeply
into the reflections of my being
and in this pithy mirror I see
all that has become me.

tracing the fibers in reverse
every memory dispersed
churning out the eldest curse
loosely piled unspoken words

thoughts become, ubiquitously
a visual soliloquy
entwined with all the subtle dreams
that shape present realities
entrancing eyes toward morphing scenes
the air has now become a sea
of every possibility
that ever could have been

and I swim so gracefully
in the ocean of could-be's
holding onto this pristine
moment ever so closely
close enough that 
I can see
clearly

carry me through lands of dreams
sleepy shamans oaths perceived
the new humans rewrite their creed
to reconstruct the codes beneath.
as sands of time brush through my lungs,
beneath where silver moons once hung,
the catalyst for earths progressions,
tantric winds of gods procession
are pulled to fuel the fires in our chest.
to fuel the fires in us.

ride the colors of the wind, my friend;
dance with death until your end.
the serpentine son rises to speak eternal truths
and soon his weary eyes will rest upon you.

the deepest shades of blue green hue
from the swoon of palaces
dreamt of once, so long ago
where trees from ancient soils will grow
and we, collect their morning dew.

I've been tripping over my own two feet since I got here,
and even in my thoughts these situations still somehow seem to appear
but I've gotten here
despite my fears and weary arms
spent from balancing myself between
the life I live
and who you need me to be
and from what I've seen, it's
quite a close call, as we have both been miserably mistaken many times before our hearts would collide.

it's your tenderness that keeps me here,
the heat of your breath warming my ear
as your whispers of love tickle behind my eyes,
you've climbed through my heart into my mind.

i wanna know the feeling of your hand inside of mine
i wanna whisper in your ear, send cold shivers down your spine.
and when i lay beside you, put my hands right on your thighs
and tickle you until you can’t breath, so you punch me in the eye.
i dont wanna think anymore, it’s just a waste of time
because theres nothing there but you inside my lonely mind.

i wanna take a train with you and ride into the night
and when morning comes, and we’re outside just standing in the light,
you’ll dig your head into my shoulder, as the sun will shine so bright
and i’ll tell you, dear, don’t worry, everything will be alright.

i wanna step into a balloon with you and start to fly
and we’ll float across the vastness of the open morning sky.
dont bother looking at your watch, we’ll live outside of time
and towards the moon, we’ll get there soon,
if not, at least we tried.

i wanna melt into your ears, and get inside your brain.
i wanna feel your tongue reach out and try to catch the rain.
i want to shield your heart from anything that causes pain.
i wanna scream and shout with you as we both go insane.

i wanna scream to all the world how cool i think you are.
that everything i’ve done has been in search of you this far.
i wanna crown you queen and take you up into the stars
ill come to you and take you there no matter where you are.

ive taken every measure just to show you the way inside,
so come and make even more of a mess of my silly childish mind.
i know its strange as strange can be and that this might not be the time,
but im behind your eyelids girl,
so come and get behind mine.

At the end of the day,
even if you walk away
you've called my tenderness to wake
bringing love to every day.
and it will never dissipate,
the love you've set inside my veins,
and I won't let it escape
as long as your light never fades.
you've taken me and rearranged
the empty spaces in my brain
making me forever changed,
leaving my aggressions tamed.
maybe it's been hard to say
all of the things we need to say,
but even if you walk away,
you've called my tenderness to wake,
I am forever changed.

if you don’t have the map
then what is it i’m trying to find?
you’ve left me deep within
the corridors of your uncharted mind.

without a single room unlocked,
engulfed by boldly ticking clocks
your shadows come to strangle me
and cover every step i walk.
...
i’m choking; as i gasp to breathe
these demons tower over me,
your mind is locked from the inside;
no doorway out, no way to flee

these moving walls are closing in
they’ve got to swallow me up whole.
the sacrifice that must be made
shall claim my body as it’s toll.

yet even still i’m in your head
the lucid harbinger of dreams;
a watchmen over blackened hearts;
the life within the planted seed.

if i were you,
how could it be,
that we would stand as enemies?
if you were me,
we’d clearly see
the roots of every
selfish deed.

there are no walls
inside your mind.
there are no lines
to walk beside;
in counting days
or tracing time
these lines are made
to seem defined,
but no such thing
could ever be
in minds that
furrow infinitely

when hope has a chance
i will soften my heart

im sorry darling, it’s time to go.
i’ve packed my things for heading home
i’ve left the water atop the stove
to boil until i’m back.
so watch it very carefully
as all of my insecurities
are bubbling ferociously
in attempt to gain the integrity they lack.
i hope that when i do return
you haven’t smashed my precious urn
for ashes are ashes, already burned
but still, they’ve been much more than that

before.

can one honestly apologize
for misery
that isn’t fully understood

by the gleam of idols,
governed,
minds’ defied;
no sanctuary
untouched
by their guise

disguising love as god;
a masquerading truth,
entailed with
the cycle
of the moon.

around and around
the shepherds lead
lost souls,
hung on hooks
by fishers of men

Oh pretender,
actions expose the weakness
as cold November slowly sickles
it's gangly fingers to your ribs.
your bitterness invites it in, 
the ornate facade of skin 
only hides the truth from yourself,
no one else.

with tinfoil teeth and steel wool hair
silver feet and iron stare
the coldest one, the coldest one here
conducting light from the horizon into my bed.
i need the sun to feed my head.

but you know me so well for
bolting shut that iron door.
i never leave it exposed,
my mechanical heartbeat
nobody has to know.

my metallic heart is the satellite
my metallic heart
reflecting the dimmest of lights.

for once,
no words.
only feelings,
and their intimate
communications

there are blacker shadows still
than those you’ve made your way inside.
in every corner, dressed to ****
lurks every demon that you hide;
and you may walk quite a fine line
but how dense is your great divide,
and is your gravity enough to take from me
what has so long been mine?

concurrently, the thorny rose has made its cuts run deep
and while it cannot be uprooted, still it must submit to sleep;
and in its sleepy daze the only truth that blossoms from its stem
is that the truth is but a tool that’s forged by us and used by them.

a gallery of faces now to choose that hazy mask,
wherein the mystery supplied will quickly shift and never last.
and though i’ve gathered it up once,
it seems a necessary place
inside this junction between where your heart once was,
and empty space

i have lost my faith in love
when i lost my favorite one
no kiss, no kiss, no kiss.

october is over,
and our hearts are tied like knots.
into each others beats we fall,
oh how easily we can get lost.
a new rhythm to march to,
gives us step’s we’re unsure how to take
but each footprint we leave,
is evidence to believe
not one step has been taken in vain.

                                                          ­            october is over
                                                            ­          and my hands have let go of their fists.
                                                          ­            no longer clenching tight to anchors,
                                                        ­              so the weight can find its exit.
                                                           ­           as a new ray permeates
                                                                ­      i’ve stopped the shadows clever games
                                                           ­           and dropped the baggage of distain,
                                                        ­              becoming your light once again.

october is over
and you don’t even know the truth
how i have held your supple heart,
tucked away and hidden from you.
some day you will discover all,
if, that is, i do reveal.
you’re meant for me, there is no other
& our osmosis will slowly congeal.

i am the beginning and the ending,
the king and the peasant,
the victor and the failure,
the restless and the relieved.
i am the liar and the deceiver,
i am the prophet and the believer,
i am the proud and yet the humble,
i am the lion and the lamb.

of me, this is reality
of me, this is the truth.
i am all that shall never be,
of me, I hang this noose.

i am the religion and the believer.
i am the forgotten and the retrieved.
i am the rotten and the beautiful.
i am all that myself has conceived.

i am the only thing controlling this,
i am the blessing, wrapped in loneliness,
i am the center and the circumference.
i am the only book on the shelf;
nothing can get to me if not through myself.

she loves me and my broken heart,
the tattered mess I am,
and she deserves much more
than I can give to her.

maybe it's some kind of game she plays
with placing back the shard remains
of every shattered soul she sees,
and until now she hasn't found
but one soul battered and torn as me.

it's like she's made of flower pedals, 
always coming to full bloom;
and when I hold her in my arms she moves
the monolithic structures inside me;
as if it was a breeze, just placing them aside so I can actually walk free.

or more-so, she could get to me,
it seems. i've
been out of breath for longer than I can remember
but she'll give me hers forever.
so I've got more than I'll ever need.

be still

there is a flicker in your heart.
your wick will not contend,

the binding is secure.

here nothing moves.
where fire, consumes;
subconsciously project the light.
be known, in truth
mountains will move
but there will always be a fight.

so tether not your searing soul;
as only your hands can remove.
hot as the sun on ancient sand
burn brightly,
keep your head held high.

I can feel the weight that is contained within your bones
all packaged up and then delivered right into my home;
a heaviness that carries with you even when you go.
i feel it in my chest where i once thought there'd be a hole.

and i will carry with me all the weight that you have left
for it will be an anchor to the flight within my chest
and it will be the difference between us and all the rest;
when we can bear between us that which weights upon
our best contest.

words are not enough
they always present such skewed connotations.

trust is like a mirror’s lust
to convey only truth;
to portray even clearer views
of what remains astute.
and in its path;
beholder’s eyes
are searching for the roots;
reminded of the innocence
protected by their youth

but left with only what is there
the self observed is unaware
and though reflections seem to move;
at truth you’re made to stare.

I cashed out all my chips
got them exchanged for all their worth,
the tattered rags upon my body
I give back unto the earth
for sacrifice to be accepted,
all my blood turns into dirt.
I don't want to be forgiven,
just loose the weight,
disperse the girth.

I've tried so hard to lift my arms,
but this body's just a curse
I've got the prison of my skin
beneath which all is coded verse 
try as I might, I can't take flight
though my head floats above the clouds
nobody hears the violent storm which springs from out my mind, so loud

convex'd, I'm hexed,
convinced that I will not find rest
the earth must feed from me
and plant it's seeds deep in my chest.

the thickest breaths of smog for me
in endless search for purity
approximate serenity,
a purge from which i cant escape.
my bones do ache
and muscles tear;
the trembling quake
of the heart i bare.

i pray for oxygen
to clear the dust from winded lungs
to cleanse my chest in sacred tongues,
a heart that rings with ancient song.
i pray for us again
to clear the fires from our hearts
to cleanse my motives from the start.
a moment’s calculation off
resets the forward destination
-infinitely

its so humbling,
through the broken glass i see
the endless possibilities
of all that could have been
mad to live
scared to love

I'm so alive.

Maybe I should have picked up my phone
And just called
Instead of thinking about you
from time to time,
As if you were not already
Listening,
Waiting to answer.

Sometimes sh*t don’t make any sense,
It’s all about the way it comes across
Or maybe the way that it doesn’t
even leave my head
half the time.

How should I put it,
perhaps,
other heads don’t always
work like mine does.

furious as the sun,
vibrant as the moon
dancing tantric motions
through a swift magnetic swoon.
our cups are overflowing,
now the spillage will ensue
but ive become alright
with spilling myself into you

penetrating my flesh with your gaze,
soaked into the earth
as the suns brightest rays,
a quite brilliant display
of the spectrum of light
you engulf every day. 
and once passes the light of the late afternoon
you still cut through the dark
as the light of the moon,
your heart shines on strongly
and the night ends so soon,
the hours are only as moments with you.

furious as the sun,
vibrant as the moon,
now I'm  lost for words
as once again it came so soon
we've come here searching the same thing,
the fearless conquerers of truths.
and when even the constants
start changing themselves,
our nature is
clearly
*unmoved.

there's anchors behind every sigh
to hold these bones in place,
and two black holes behind my eyes
that catch all spectral waves.
by faintest glare of candlelight,
I see into the soul;
the concentrated substance,
hidden deep within the folds.

time and space cannot exist,
I've rattled loose the cage.
forged in fire of molten mind
ive broken links within the chain.
tearing open doorways
to objectify my fate;
tethered bindings frayed to string,
still heaving dead hearts weight.

knots have tied my heart to yours;
keep true that steady beat.
percussive steps of progress
to invent a new machine
our blood is but the oil
to turn the gears within our chest
turn back the dial, 
expose the key,
and love congeal the rest