fearless flame
dance entrance me
jump on the bullet train
fairy dust torrid
gutsy love
whirl around me
telepathic, high speed
multiplied by multiples
from underground, all over town
punch drunk carpet ride
organized, cartel sized
cat got your tongue
caramelized, cinnamon slide

Full Pisces moon
Equipped with eclipse
Perceptions swoon
Brain waves tip
I begin to ride
Beat of the drum
Ancestors appear
Body succumbed
Questions answered
In high gear
The veil is thin
Hawk spirit within
Two world trance
Sacred dance
Drumbeats quicken
Time to return
Point of entry
The journey is done

The heat is relentless
I wait around for dusk to arrive
While waiting for
Reprieve to arrive
While my father is fading
We are waiting
He is wading in
Still waters
Between the worlds
He says the words
Of peyote guides
In the crystalline skies
I saw in your soul
That time at the crossroads
And there are blue auras
About the land
I know not who
Heard echos spoken
They didn't see
How many are broken

Time to go
Slowly now... woe
Easy goes into
Walk with me
Tread carefully on the road
Take note of
Cautious abandon
Know

Know

Know
It to be confirmed
Time to go
Slowly now... woe
Step with me
Close your eyes child
Be watchful now
Of the way of all things
Know

Know

Know

multi directional flux
between minds eyes
and source form energy
bridged synergy
constant visceral graze
the throat sacral route
monochrome skim
internal skin
unidentified yet discerned
subterranean tremor
cataclysmic shimmer

Why don't you look right
In front of you..
Is it so hard?

  Quite the little shard
   Of annoying glass
    That wedged itself
     Into the most
      Ridiculous uncomfortable spot
      
       Right beneath
        The chemical burn
        On your minds eye
        That happened
        From the
        Battery acid leak
        On the night
        You touched it
        To your tongue
        One too many times
        And you felt
        
        Spiders
        
        Up your spine
        There is no going back
        To a conscious
        Decision landlocked
        
Within the

        Inner space
        And time
        
        Before ---you threw
        The dime
        Onto the ground
        With no rebound
        No rebound
        No
        Rebound

I once wanted to know how I was viewed through your eyes
yet
could only imagine a transient apparition
in
clouded visions of denial.

It was dark in your house
It felt dark, and it was dark
You scuttled about everywhere
No one could hear
No one would wake
There is a common walkway
There is a light
It is dim yet lively like fireflies
You ease up to the light
Ever so wistfully
You stand with a confident posture
Once satisfied with the distance
A sedge of paper cranes
Fly out from the light
And dissolve into the night

i look at all of the pieces of nothing
laying around
i walk by them each day
and wonder if i should throw them away

Transient action
I wonder if he wanted to
Geometrically pinpoint constellations
Pastel hues in a camouflage fashion
Springtime daisy blooms
What wicked way comes
If she thought she could auto not
It was a choir singing harpsichord
In street trash gutter subterfuge
The tops of trees swayed in the winds
With the gated cage striations

The raven came to show me the way

We flew above the simplistic rotating animation
of the charcoal pencil drawn globe,
while a stitched together familiar
held space by trotting the surface

Santa Muerte arrives shortly after viewing
a dark brown leather bound book with 4
black half circles on the cover
that are decorated by intricate chain

A page in the book reveals a gleaming seal

I face Santa Muerte and speak
“I called you to put death to my fear. I know
that’s what you love to hear.”

you're in my head
i can feel you coming on

you're in the blood
that rushes to my lips

i know when you're near
i smell you in thin air

and did you know

the connection is
Inherently like trance

when

you say something profound
and it falls through the air like
a poetic dance

of
mental happenstance

i'm captivated

you are
what the sound of a
beautiful prophetic whisper
would look like in my dreams

it's enough wonder
to ignite sparks

that would
uncover hidden
sequentially driven

unparalleled stories
of infinite wisdom
universe has written

listen

When men are from mercury and not from mars
It means women are from unmentioned galaxy stars

When you give me your messages
In multitudes of melodies & Curious cacophony of cranial codes
Dare I decipher this disconcerted data
In
Massive mainframes of masked mental material
Hidden honeysuckle hints buried deep within
Lust covered lurking lexicons in libraries of linguistic whisper hints
For
Love innuendos in serpentine tongues
Like a brainwave barrage by day & Titanium telepathy attacks by night
You stop at nothing to remain in my sight

I never told you I was from unmentioned galaxy stars  
You’re a man from mercury and not from mars

Just like landscape
Set in stone
Blend right in
Vaperous bones
You didn't see me
I already know

and when you save yourself from the waters
and are filling your lungs with air
all that you knew before you dove in;
grew, died, or changed
while you were patiently waiting to survive

The signs are there
Like a prophetic
Supernova dream
What are signs
Without vigil
Without signal

Pondering ways you've been persecuted
Is
< OR =
Time spent in self judgement

Some of those
Simple fears and
Paper doll dreams

Are merely

Spindly seams
And down a hole
Tunnel screams

From quasi dangerous
Appeal to me schemes
To those scary memory
Ceiling beams

over there is a death practitioner who rides upon a dust covered sheet metal wagon with a squeaky wheel

comes and goes checking in like some kind of manic sales man

he's 6 foot 4 with a bald head that skims the door
heavy footed
eyes like a hawk
drinks a lot of whiskey
talks the **** talk
he's killed so much of me
not much left
but people can't tell
i'm a total wreck

he gives me the potions that are stacked up and poorly arranged in a quasi rusted pharmaceutical despensery and labratory

sometime in the dead of night when i sleep and the cats and crows won't make a peep

sometimes
it doesn’t matter enough
sometimes
it matters but not enough to change it
sometimes
it matters but not enough to admit it
sometimes
it matters but it’s too difficult to change it
sometimes
pride and shame stand in the way
sometimes
fear stops change
sometimes
nothing is done and the paralysis of denial takes over
sometimes
the people you hurt forgive you and move on
sometimes
they want you to do the same

it was on a hill of a clever neighborhood
the errant flow well guised beneath the clay
upon reach of the summit
she is all that can be held
her pull far too magnetic
her skin, akin to milk poured by Luna
her hair is the black of midnight
on the eve of the new moon
she sits facing inquiry with her injured one facing her
on a rounded copper colored chair
placed curbside
Sophia speaks then
a monotone misgiving
that pours out
as a sly pompous
indifference

It’s somewhere in the astral plane
The dwellers there don’t call it by name
The basin is dusty, desolate
Within it a carnival
Where many congregate
Light is dimming when I arrive
I feel an approach
Turn to look, as you appear
I’ve known you
From an earlier time
Yet never seen you
In this life
You’ve arrived there
To bind into my eyes
And take soul prints
Never breaking my stare

Sovereignty
Accept, claim, & take
Sovereignty

When you're ready
When you know

Need I be so bold?

Sovereignty

Will rush every
Crevas of your body
Like luscious
Bathable liquid gold

i went to the marketplace
i and my girl child
who is me and i her
we were drawn
drawn in
there stand a medicine man
he taught the speak
and the spoken
that which is innate
that which was known
all intent is tone

Queen barista ***** on retreat yo
Mobbing fashionista smokin' reefah

Bro

Think you Christo?
Some bueno vista preyista?

goddess garlica antagonista?

I hate oregon
It hates me

Chomp bite chew bleed

Repeat

Chomp bite chew bleed

The darkness sets in
As it always does
No more to do
But remember what was

Perhaps I'll weep
Maybe dive deep
Into my soul
Ask gaia
To
Remember my feet
Where they stood
When I called her in
That time then

Perhaps I'll wait
Maybe escape
Into dimensions
Of altered states
To
Remember my roots
Where they grew
On sacred soils
That time then

Perhaps I'll die
Maybe this night
Surf the veil
Benevolent scales
To
Remember my breath
Where it formed
Golden intensions
That time then

This chapter is over
I put the book down
I walk into the sun
My feet on the ground

This chapter is over
Let it not make a sound

We crossed into Louisiana
Right about witching hour
The energy there
Invades the aura
Years of compacted sorrow
Combined with the
Old ways of root doctors
And esoteric power

You take the Hoodoo
To the crossroads

We're in the back roads
Of Monroe
They talk to you there
Ya know

I put my bare feet
To the swampy grasses
At the railroad tracks
Illuminated by the waxing moon

Hail Hecate!
We envoke thee
Commit this wax and ash
To the earth
Blessed be )0(

Tonight I would turn to the seas
I would drive for hours to reach them
To just breath in her salts
I would lay suspended somewhere
Between surface and bottom
Enveloped and held by the waters
Taken aback by the blues and greens
Caressed with no abandon by acres of dulse and kelp
Ride along the undertow to forgotten cities
Tonight I would turn to the seas

You opened your mouth, and the words came out
Came right out from the heart, in the heart
Of the desert, and your heart was a desert
Deserted arid, you alone, never alone, forever
Lonely, only because the words came out
Out there, where they were
They were deaf, and blind, blinded from
The blinders they wore, deafened at war
With lies, lying to you, you... lied to, mute
Mutated, saying nothing, with
Nothing talking, speaking nothing so
No thing is spoken, to you, broken because
You opened your mouth, and the words came out

non essential
sequential repeating
patterns of
non comprehensive
pensive Poe
like pretentious
non sequitur
numb humming
status quo

It’s beneath daydreams You have heard it
The faint sound of wind chimes Not belonging to a tangible source
You blindly own it  When your left thigh tingles
It’s the shape-shift powers

So please

Come down from your towers
It no longer makes sense An apparent pretense
Come down from your towers
Where the air whispers doubt Each time your heart shouts
Come down from your towers
Endemic eternal internal  The cyclic encounters
Come down from your towers

It’s the unknown driver That wakes you when
Her hand is waving as The waters’ abating

Like a still frame / Not knowing why  As you read through the lines

You belong In a parallel world
Where the sky’s painted  By a gentle sun
The rock is beveled and smooth  So that tumbled stones
Joined with dark cord  Can roll and move

The victim and the perpetrator  Hold interchangeable hands
Where you sleep  Where you keep  The spaces
Where the walk  Steps heavy  Voice distorts  Breath ready
Here you stay  Seized by false compartments
Buying into ulterior motives  That choke your flowers

So please

Come down from your towers