Hurtling along and away,
Approaching the center of the galaxy,
The event horizon becomes visible,
Slowly pulling me inside,
Time and space distorted,
Wave-forms collapsing in on themselves,
Stretching and bending frequencies,
Unrealities become fluid,
then begin collapsing and twisting,
Beyond recognizable form,
Into infinite and immense matter,
Like twist and tears in the fabric of space,
Falling toward nothingness,
That dreaded singularity,
A moment away,
A million moments away,
As time ceases to exist,
And crushing gravity,
Displacing understanding,
Dispelled notions,
Horrific,
And peaceful,
Become the same.

27 years incarcerated.
27 years of committing to the same ideas and ideals that shut him off from the world.
Unsurpassed courage and finally unsurpassed Grace.
Forgiving his captors and those who would wish to remove his hope for a brighter future for his people and his country.
The longest and most arduous marathon ever won.
Redeemed at last.
Oppression crumbled by one man's will.
And being humbled by the journey.
As if anyone would've done the same.
Rest quietly 'trouble-maker' for now.
The invitation to return is always open.

She said to me,
If that's the way I wanted it,
Then that's the way it should be,
It's not the way I want,
There is no way I would ever want,
To lose a friend is hard,
To lose a good friend even harder,
To lose the best friend ever,
Is without a doubt harder,
Than anything I've done before,
Tears don't tell the story,
Heart again being torn to shreds,
She was the one who pasted all the parts together again,
And now she leaves?
Without tears,
Just walked away,
As if nothing means nothing no more,
An easy goodbye,
Like all was nothing all along,
Just a pretend love,
Illusory, and made up,
Pretend.

Stepping up to the plate,
I knew what was coming next,
Hot and fast,
A little curve at the end,
I could get to first base,
I guessed,
Rounding the corner,
maybe second.
A little hustle in my step,
A slide perhaps,
A double on opening night.
Anxiety as I approached,
Ready to swing away,
'can I do this?'  
I stepped out of the box for a moment,
My turn to shine,
Stepping in,
Choking up,
Relaxing my shoulders as I prepared to follow-through,
Eyes fixed on the pitch,
A homerun would be nice,
Then I realized,
Just getting to first-base would be a home-run for me,
This rookie,
My god,
Dating is sooo hard.

Oh Bastet,
Oh Sekhmet,
Upon you are the praises,
As the Eye of Ra,
Protector of those beyond their age,
Blessing us with the knowledge of your will,
The incarnation of you Kimmy,
Is prepared for her journey,
Yet through supplication and festivals of drunkenness,
We beseech thee,
Again your Ointment jar will be overflowing,
The Sistrum and Aegis again in your hands,
Sacrifice at the Temple in celebration
For continued presence,
Here in the second world,
Our beloved Kimmy.

Only one fan,
Making crazy noises in the kitchen,
'kurchunka chunka chunka'
Maybe it needs a good cleaning,
Or some attention,
Like love.

A mariner on the ocean of the eternal,
Looking above the bow,
A panoramic view of the presentation of self,
Nautical boundaries and jurisdictions,
Inhabiting and found,
Consciousness of all,
Abound.

Penang, penang, penang,
Piining, pining, pining,
High humidity,
or arid mountain-tops,
And love, to homemade gentle kisses,
grasping at the eternal,
Katmandu fires imagination,
A meeting place,
Or fascinating connection,
Sleep and awe,
With quieted emotion,
Driven into souls,
And held,
Nicely anticipated dreams,
Give way to unpredictable realities,
And soft promises.

Killing time,
Is a term I dislike,
Slaughtering seconds,
For sheer delight,
nothing to ponder,
Or question,
Debate,
Just minutes passing,
It doesn't relate,
Life is too short,
To allow time to pass,
Through fingers uncaring,
Of its limited mass,
If infinity were ours,
Then hours we'd waste,
Sometimes with focus,
And sometimes in haste,
But moments are precious,
Rare like some stones,
Regret for our waste,
Will rest with our bones.

Imagination is looked upon,
As a child with a crayon,
Starry-eyed,
All miracles and magic possible,
Drawing kittens on ships,
Birds near clouds,
With crayons all things are attainable,
Suggestions become real,
A new world ask of us,
'Whats up next?,

Greetings and salutations m'lady
Thou hast been absent and missed
Most notably thoust smile and
thine choired voice espousing deep longing and
opining of distant and never-presentness
despite opportunity and invitation.
Lulled into sleep by your gently warming coo,
flightless i remain.
Turn, I will again,
'gainst the mournful draw of your beckoning, and slip into
dream, once more.
Cool is the pillow upon which i rest my weary head,
restless is the mind inside.
Tumbled and tossed, like an ocean-dweller upon
crashing waves,
waiting to be heaved breathless
upon your shore.
The fire has been ignited,
flames dance brilliantly around me,
a barefoot saviour, pulling me through
the wet sand,
offering sweet coconut water
and reminding me to breathe.
Twinkle, twinkle million stars embedded in
desolate black woven fabric,
eyes make contact.
Blue-green ocean-farer with autumn-acorn islander.
Universe unravels, and sits aback
allowing truth and impromptu correlations
to take hold.
For this is the work of God!

A kiss blown in the quiet wind,
With thoughts of you at heart,
Carried aloft by seagulls,
Every journey has a start,
Handed off to Albatross,
Headed out to sea,
Far beyond my vision,
A journey this must be,
Dropped gently upon an oceans crest,
Riding high upon the wave,
A gentle kiss,
Turned a million bits,
Into a salty spray,
Gathering in gentle wind,
It re-forms into a kiss,
And flitting through your open room,
It lands upon your lips.

Tonight I'll try and mask the tears,
That pound against the arid ground,
Like thunderous rains in the Texas night,
Rumbling from a strike of light,
Rivers swell and breach the banks,
Like hearts left lonely,
And eyes left blank.

The form and nature,
Of a person,
Or something associated with them,
A very peculiar notion,
Distinguished from other beings,
With kind feelings and mild dispositions,
Sympathy and benevolence,
Politeness as well,
Learning and concerned,
Reflections and opinions,
Meditations of oneself,
Principles and considerations,
Engrossed in truth,
We trifle,
Without knowledge of meaning,
In an all too abrupt life.

All of us write,
late into night,
Simple rhymes becomes prose,
As night draws to a close,
Connotation becomes denotation,
Expressed or implied,
Painting pictures with words,
Of a world much denied,
Of heartfelt regret,
Or anger or pain,
We elude to the simple,
And write about rain,
To illuminate others,
Of that which we see,
Another perspective,
Of what may be,
We invite opinion,
Of comparitive worth,
The definition of judgements,
Are all that we need,
So bleeding and ugly,
Take care to impart,
A wonderful meaning,
To a forlorn heart.

'...He went like one that hath been stunned...'.

Thank you for the invitation,
But I'm afraid I must decline,
I know you've gone to such great lengths,
Mixing heaven and Earth and time.
Somehow from my perspective,
The reason doesn't match the rhyme.
I've been given every chance,
To win the fantastic prize,
But something in my depleted soul,
Believes nothing from these eyes.
I wish to thank you all,
For the trouble you've been through,
But when all is said and done,
Nothing I see is true.

Walking across dunes,
And dreams,
I hear the music,
And let myself down,
Holding hands,
Behind consciousness,
Open to suggestions,  
Vivid limits,
Aspects of self,
Cannot be reasoned,
For love is growing,
Holding hands,
A beginning,
Dimensions open like flowers,
Petals awake to sunrise,
Submerged deeply,
Like sandy shores,
and tsunami efforts,
Breathing new depths,
Of understanding,
Holding my hand,
Touching my face,
Gently whisper into my ear,
And release.

They surround me in the dim streetlights,
Watching my every move,
Turning corners and disappearing into night,
As I make bad decisions again,
It's as if they are ashamed,
My judgments are my own,
And they know it,
They flee from me,
Walking into darkness and shadow,
Turning away and disappearing,
Heads hung in shame,
Saddened cries and tears not known to me,
As angels walk toward home,
And telling God,
'Not today'
Angels walk away from me.

It's difficult being a godess,
From what she says,
Listening closely to the cries of those afflicted,
Surrounded by pleas and self-acrimony,
And the Ill-nature of things,
Her soul abounds with sympathy,
Her will strikes down her empathy,
Suffering begets compassion,
Be it beast or human fashion,
In the mind of mortals,
It is through these portals,
Redemption is often found.

Psychopathic shells,
Of lost and dismembered souls,
Crawling from the crypts,
Of graffiti filled walls,
Carved by long since disappeared ghosts,
Of yesterdays expectations and never-ending tomorrows,
Flashes of broken teeth emerge from faces,
That long ago have forgotten how to smile,
Moanings and groans,
Echo through the empty halls,
As physical needs manifest and display,
The forever lost sensibilities of Mind.

I've heard mention,
of a choir of angels,
A myriad of angels,
acappella,
Sounding like a thunderous orchestra,
Singing unto the Almighty,
This concept I can understand,
An All-powerful creator,
Would require an amazing soundtrack,
Background vocals of creation,
Filling Him with whelming tears and pride,
Perhaps choking-back tears,
As word became light,
And heaven and earth were created.
I suppose again too,
Like any King,
He would have other court appointees,
A muse perhaps,
To inspire His creations,
A scribe to record His every breath, sigh and description,
At last a jester,
To amuse Him between acts,
A folly,
A clown.
I still exist,
Here, In the mortal realm,
To continue to make the Architect of the Universe,
Laugh His ******* *** off,
As I dance and perform silly tricks,
To amuse and distract Him,
from the serious business,
Of being God.

Busted up and broken,
Looking less than before,
Still admired from years ago,
Still beautiful.
'get up and walk ten feet today',
Admired again,
Quite beautiful,
Moving about,
For nothing else,
Than to prove,
Strength,
And love closely follows behind.

Down,
Deflated,
Morose,
Sullen,
Life without you,
Seems outright stupid.

A wishing well,
Old pennies thrown in,
New,
Brilliant,
Shining,
They shall be yours again.

Startoucher says things like 'thanks man',
Vic says 'roller-coasters are fun',
D.E offers wisdom and hope for us all,
Destiny speaks to us in rhythm and rhyme,
Donie could win the Triple Crown,
Unknown follows me,
Even if I'm not around,
Bala is the father I wish I had,
Vircapio Gale is a love unfound,
Shaqila incites a riot in me,
Francisco DH is a poet unbound,
Destiny scares me, so touches the heart,
P.G is awesome with opinions that smart,
Olga V. Is the first one I followed,
'I cannot hurt if I don't know
tomorrow',
If anyone is missed,
It is not by intent,
For all have provided,
My soul nourishment,
So I can say,
I grieve in that sorrow,
As all of you've said,
I don't lend,
I just borrow.

Still is your heart,
Silent,
Between the beats,
Silent,
Feelings of love,
Silent,
Like your mind,
Silent,
As it retreats,
Silent,
Like the breath you hold,
Silent,
As you await my kiss,
Silent,
As your questions loom,
Silent,
As you press your fingers against my lips,
Silent.
Answers don't come,
Silence.

Why is the bus so bright inside?
Clearly exposing the man sitting at the back?
Making a hard left turn in front of me. Incandescent, I see a man finishing sun-flower seeds,
And looking through glass, and my rolled-up windows, my avoidant eyes make contact, then I realize...he is me. Traveling on a slow-soul-train to downtown or whatever it may be, eyes lock for a moment and I wish him freedom.

I eat my sandwich,
Cause I'm hungry.

And slowly closing eyes,
And slowly closing eyes
Painted behind temples,
Smathered colors upon white and inviting canvess,
Monastic Lisa and her friends,
Filling mosaic and print,
Surety of smile,
A thousand nothings to do,
Weeping a single tear,
Causing heavy paint to elude.

Shiney, spirely sparklelights,
Embraced within my dreams,
Holding me steadfast in day to day reality,
Something moved and something changed,
I had to get away,
So I ran.
Home was no place for me anymore,
I cried crystal tears,
That no one would wipe away,
Abandoned by my loved ones,
I sprinted through the low-hung clouds,
And unable, at my age, to cross the street alone,
I headed to the backyard-garden,
And sat there,
in a tree.
Surrounded by a thousand leaves,
The susseration did abound,
No one would stop looking,
Until at last I'm found.
From way up here,
And looking down,
The people looked like ants,
And uncles,
My mother and father,
hoping for charade,
And gently dropping excuses for my behaving badly,
I'd found my freedom,
And celebrated just a little,
My new-found power,
Which I would never relenquish.

So lacking appeal,
This daydream,
Jealousy abounds,
Founded and founded and founded,
Tiny wolfs appear,
Howling away at full moons,
Glossy pics and neverending stories,
Turning eventuality to pain.

Climbing the stairs,
Til the water reaches me,
To the attic I retreat,
Til the water reaches me,
clinging tightly to prized possessions,
Til the water reaches me,
unheeded warnings,
Til the water reaches me,
following the surge,
Til the water reaches me,
listening but not hearing,
Til the water reaches me,
Holding tight until the end,
Til the water reaches me,
gulping loud slurps,
When the water reaches me.

So many guideposts,
Unseen.
Unrecognized.
Like faces on a bus, kinda blended into a background,
Where being a face-in-the-crowd,
Was a good thing,
Anonymous really,
Just someone else,
Not me.
Me, being an identity,
A separate and identifiable entity,
I cannot blend in,
I am known.

There came upon this mornings sunrise,
An unexpected smile,
Someone so distant,
Yet so near,
I could hardly open my eyes,
In dreams and dreams and dreams,
I had prayed a million times,
Best wishes and my sympathy,
For you my little child,
Remove this blackness from your heart,
And sit in stillness for awhile,
Remember the voice inside your head,
And smile.



Long ago I lost her,
Today she seems she's found,
A simple kind of life,
Unbound.

The film begins,
No wait...the filming begins,
When a child grabs ahold of a new toy,
A camera that doesn't lie,
But sometimes the images are blurred,
Out of focus,
Not always sharp and crisp,
The way a well-known and famous director would do,
There are rules understood,
Yet, unknown to him,
The child points the camera in all directions,
Perspectives never seen,
Unaware of the well-defined dynamics,
Of film-mastery,
Pointing aimlessly at times, to the sky, the ground or inconspicuous leaves lying on the freshly cut grass,
Actors left out of scene, dialogue goes missing, interpretations left to doubt,
The master, taking offense,
Buries the child director,
In condemnation,
Without offers of help,
'...if you can't do this child, find some other way, to express yourself and your ideas,
'cause you're giving us a bad name, to all who came before you, through struggle and through strife, please little child, put down your lens, so we can do it right'. Scolded and hurt and shattered, The child did surrend, and giving up, his lens of glass, to such a bitter end.

Maximum hot silence,
As neutrinos finger-out,
Playful harmonies,
on this fretted frown,
Nano-seconds before light overwhelms,
And billionths become measured,
Strutting and strumming and fingerings found,
Playfully erupt,
Like sound interrupted,
And staccato resounds,
Expanse and corruption,
Bringing me down,
Creating life glimpses,
Often unfound,
This mere direction,
Taking lifestyle mirth,
Unknowing and knowing,
For whatever its worth.

Tonight I saw Orion rise,
And chase the Pleiades across the sky,
The North star shone,
To give direction,
Vega offered introspection,
Ursa Major,
Too much to bear,
Gems of creation,
Everywhere,
Regulas rages in blazes of blue,
So beautiful now,
With the waxing moon,
The only star,
That will not shine,
Is the one,
I thought was mine,
But now you're in,
Anothers sky,
Why can't it be mine?

I want to write about her,
But she lives in other dimensions,
Beyond what I perceive,
She soars high above this plane,
Searching for prey to feed upon,
Occasionally,
She swoops down,
When voracious hunger demands,
To find sustenance in bewildered and beleaguered and lost lambs,
Bleating going unheard and unrecognized cries,
She carries them aloft,
Like the lammergeir,
Dropping their bones,
On the rocks below,
To crack and expose the marrow,
Of which she sustains herself,
A devil indeed from above,
Yet for her flight,
I am envious,
And willingly give into night.

And the blazing sun,
Creeps slowly,
Over the edge of the world,
Chasing clouds away,
Pushing hard against the dawn,
Weeping final raindrops,
and escaping across horizons,
Cumulative Nimbus,
Recede,
Showing might,
In its flight,
Escaping heat,
Bringing dawn,
And sunsets,
Somewhere,
The Earth turns,
And spins and spins and spins,
And surprisingly begins,
Rainbows shine,
And drift with time,
To places,
That live within.

I come home each night,
And inhale and suffocate into the fragrance that is you.
Breathing in the residual, yet powerful and attracting aroma,
Upon the correspondence you sent,
An almost invisible heart,
Scribed in your perfume,
Distorting the paper and rushing to my head,
'She is like this', I say,
An association is established,
And expectations reign,
Catching a wanted and needed breath,
A sorta kiss from far-away,
It exudes a deep rich pungency,
That is alive and not manufactured.
It alivens me with hope,
That awaits your presence,
So I can, at last, breathe you in completely.

A dream is only a dream while you're sleeping,
Awakened by the call of dawn and beautiful sunrise,
It quietly disappears,
Faded into distant and unimportant memory,
Hope is a dream while awake,
It too often passes away,
Like an old friend,
Gone with shocking abruptness,
And fading away are the memories of each,
Old friends and hopes and dreams,
A part of us is taken away with them,
Leaving us to wonder,
If anything truly matters?

Cosmic created verse,
A paradox of inversion and introspection,
I am I am...
Less elastic time separating from space,
Snapping back like a rubber-band,
Releasing the ether to expand,
Without keen observation,
All happening at once,
Entanglements preserved,
Lightning strikes not once,
Myriads cluster into singularity,
Birthing God again,
In minds of Hadrons measurements,
Collectors dis-uniting matter,
And matters of self,
Empty is the chamber,
That records such things.

At first glimpse,
I shudder,
there is something in your face,
I almost recognize,
It's different now,
More articulate,
your eyes have become hollow and vacant,
Without spirit,
Haunting and hopeless,
no longer being seen as bestowed by a diety,
lifeless,
No longer illuminating a disheartened world,
Seeing too many unfavorable aspects of life,
drawn,
the light which once poured,
nightfall surrounds,
not of ignorance,
but from experience,
the secrecy of these shadows,
the rendered soul,
cause me to visit the unwelcomeness,
that I have known,
twilight touches my face,
as I step away from the mirror,
promising never to return.

I tried too hard,
I suspect,
I gave attention where none was asked for,
I pleaded her beauty and soul,
though none was wanted,
She had other directions to travel,
Asking each and everyone their opinions,
ignoring them all.
She ran after him,
Held him tight a few times,
conflict settled in her mind,
less comfortable than mistakes,
choices gave way to unreason,
he disappeared,
Shes still follows,
Waiting for the day he returns,
Which he never will,
Still she dreams,
and dreams and dreams,
of him.

I wish to embrace,
my children's faces,
with these eyes,
burning into memory,
their joyous smiles,
before the fading light,
is finally extinguished,
the dancing stars,
which are their own eyes,
remembered,
held closely,
envisioned,
but for the betrayal,
of time,
giving way to darkness,
and shrouds,
shadows they become,
but for the light of imagination,
and memories,
unforgettable images,
be still,
this disquieted soul,
allow the beautiful to extend,
words are as worlds,
a new place from which soulful expression,
is easily rendered,
imparting magnificence,
to beckoning followers,
and newly found friends.

Closely attending,
Unclouded attention to subtle changes,
Different today,
I must notice,
Or be left out of,
Something which has changed,
Amost imperceptible,
As it should be,
Admired from up close,
Held and embraced,
I drag my fingers through your hair,
And wrap my arms around you,
Holding tightly,
Your lips I kiss,
Pulling this body of mine,
Into you,
My skin,
Touching and teasing your outward soul,
Investigating offers,
Reaching deeply,
Into you,
Following blindly,
Your direction and subtle gestures,
To the finality of end.

So he dreams and dreams and dreams of her,
And is awakened by the light,
In his heart he loves her so,
But only in the night,
The dawn of day reveals to him,
Out of reach and out of sight!
He awaits each evenings sunset,
To drift into her shore,
And once again be held by her,
Embraced and wanting more,
The tide begins to draw him in,
The surf begins to rise,
His only hope of having her,
Is when he's closed his eyes.

Grabbing at skin and hair and eyes,
Holding tight to teeth and lips and tongue,
Wrapping around each and every breath,
Wrestling to the ground,
Skin upon skin,
Fighting flailing arms and legs,
Giving in to swirling soul,
Spinning round and round,
Moving about us,
Golden light surrounds me,
Chasing and capturing distant dreams,
I'm some other world,
I'm someplace else,
I draw back for a simple second,
And breathe you in,
Then jump into you, once more,
Embraced, I feel welcomed,
The longest slow kiss in history,
I become you,
Then I collapse,
Falling into you,
Falling and falling,
Becoming the love I've always wanted,
Embraced and enamored,
Recognized and accepted,
I fall off the edge of the world.

Translucent,
Clearly visible,
That which lies within,
Malleable when heated to extreme,
By passion or regret,
Accepting the arrangements,
And shape and form,
Of that which afflicts and guides it,
Made ornate with,
Precious events and horrific realities,
It slowly becomes opaque,
No longer allowing light to pass,
Reflecting instead,
What was inside,
Now dead,
Hardened and brittle,
So easily shattered,
Shards and fragments,
like razors,
make unwanted openings,
To a great depth,
Into the soul,
Of the one who possesses such a frail and perishable,
Glass heart.

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