Hey

I listen
I watch
I analyze
I compare
I find pattern
I detect the ways
I take note of the days
I make calculated determinations

&

Game changing speculations
Ascertain the ramifications

Of

Behavioral articulations

It’s in the linear plane
The one that buzzes
Directly above the brow
It’s heavy and foul
Sludge like and slow
Dense with no flow
It is unappealing in color
With a dull toxic glow
It must be rid of
By placing an amulet
Made of Amethyst stone
Upon the glabella
For many days in a row
Until a duplex conduit
Is understood between
Cosmos and soul

Ultrasonic sensual
Bare skin ritual
Crown connected
Spirit injected
Kundalini erected
Guided limbs
Perception swims
Devine feminine
Carnal halls
Angelic walls
Cosmic gifts
Earthly rifts
Highest union
Ethereal fusion
Delphic fruition

When did freedom start
Feeling so confined
How does pure desire
Find its way to shackles
&
  Wade so deep
  In
  
Codependent indecision
    
     Just settle in
      With how you've been
       Afflicted
        Don't worry child
         Life's never mild
      
           Don't make it bigger
            Than it needs to be
             To have a reason
              To run and flee
               It's OK child
              
                It stings
                
                 When you feel
                  Hungry on Tuesday
                   & by week's end
                   You're
                  
                    Diving off the deep end
                    
                      Do not be alarmed
                      
                    
                    
                        
                           It's just your
                            Beating heart
                            
                            Earning every drop
                            Of love you've
                            Fought for
                            Dropped for
                            Stopped for

could you fathom the
cavernous entangled
facets of all that has
passed my scope

those whom
are seemingly debilitated

would inquire

those that hold an
intrinsic capacity
to metastasis the
venom of the
human condition

would not

I am there
In the place
Sacred space
The guides come in
We begin to sway
Weave brethe
Tendril intertwine

She arrives
Feminine divine
I have seen her there
In painted dreams
Summoned by soul
Many moons gone by

Waiting
Deliberating
Fixating
Obsessive reflection
Deep direction
She takes me there
To the dimension

where

It all happened

exquisite ways

violet rays

Read the elements
Animal speak
Call the dieties
Alter the energy
Manifest destiny

Align the chakras
Vibrate higher
Heal the healers
Protection rituals
Become habitual

I do no harm
Do none to me
I work for source
To set you free

Of the demons
That grip you
Quite literally

Take this infestation
and
Lay it out upon the table
you
Must tidy the maggots
as
I walk away
i
Will not take care
of
That which has
been
Placed heavy on
my
Burdens; it is
your
Troubled dark soul
that
Hovered atop my
head

I walk into the prime RF wave
Where the space is thick with fraudulent motives
I see him there
Sorting out the wreckage that remains
He sits upon a white couch
Window dressed with precedent navy blue drapes
While his anguish takes egress
He greets me with open arms
And takes my hand to dance
He whispers to me as we sway
His message is quite clear
“The apocryphal is a high castle wall
The infallible fathers the fall”

it’s the sensations
that are most satisfying
an almost painful pressurized dance
between throat and chest
the way the process is felt
in the finite muscles and glands
that take their own actions
about the mouth and
interplay between the desmosome & basal
layers just beneath the eyes
yet the single most intriguing
part of the process
is the temperature of the fluid
and how it caresses each topical segment
of derma on it’s own path to the earth

Would you mind terribly
Would you think me so rude
If I asked you to save me today
Help me throw some baggage away

Would I lose my luster
Would you think me incredulous
If I broke down and cried
Told you of the pain inside

Would it be too much to know
Would it bother you to hear
About all of my damaged pieces
And paranoid fears

Would it ruin your day
Would it chase you away
To discover I’m riddled with
Heart scars and faded stars

Would you find me odd
Would you run away
If you knew I wanted
You to save me today

They wounded you with
such precision and concise
motive that you didn't even
notice the tidal wave of
emotional atrophy seeping
into your bones like a reticent
relentless trepidation
that left you so
inexplicably guarded
that you view even the
most exquisite act of
persuasion as an
ulterior motive.

I pause with
inclination brought on by
the defining moments in
time that your cloaked
soul was visible yet
inescapably sublime.

To read your poetry
Is to feed the hole in my heart
Because when I read your poetry
I can view the single most
Stunning points in my life
The ones that went unmentioned
Left me without speech
Yet carved permanently
On the walls of my mainframe
How could you have known?