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.

Sure dreams are cool,
Let's meet in some faraway mystical place,
Let's embrace in airports baggage claim,
And pretend that this is the way it is supposed to happen,
Let us say hello and goodbye in opening sentences, 'Sorry I must go...soon',
How about a few days in my life?
Spent like wasted money and time,
9 days of double-shifts and coming home to grab 4 hours of sleep and imagining you beside me,
To give me a reason to keep going,
When all I really want is an eternal kiss and permission to say 'Gnight'. To sleep forever. To leap from a mountain, and turn into a bird before the ground reaches me, and rise on the winds.

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.

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!

Alvin waits for Shakila,
She is so slow sometimes,
Doesn't she know I have to be there on time?
I've spun around the house and combed my hair,
I'm ready to go.
She has to have her coffee and curly-fries,
She's so fat now, can she drive?
I will be late coz its expected of her,
Everyone knows she is behind.
Excuses no longer matter,
She is still my best friend,
Even though she is slow.
I sometimes think,
She needs rest.
She acts crazy.
Crazy, crazy, crazy,
But she takes me places,
But never on-time.

Though our words are said in anger,
She still listens to me,
She awaits aside my crazy bitterness,
through words of love,
and decisions of who I am,
Desperate to know she's okay,
I press into her life,
She always tells me she's okay,
Even though tears fill her eyes,
I guess she is always right,
Though I feel she's not forthright,
Let go this night your stupid fear,
Embrace me, for once, this night,
I will only love you, and forever love you,  
Give to me one night.

The naive traveler,
Staying fast upon the well-known trail,
Assumingly forged by others,
Heard, as he tried not to listen,
Rustling among the brush,
Disquieted, he scurried,
Never peering into the deep shadows,
Afraid of what he might find or might find him,
With eyes opened wide and centered upon the track,
He moved with all caution and haste,
Avoiding all the trips and snares that could allow him to stumble,
Dark was this jungle,
And moving about him,
the shadows and calls of the coming night,
He quickened his pace,
Fearing behind him,
Something gaining upon and moving ahead,
An ambush,
He knew if he would run,
The formidable gauntlet,
Would have little time to prepare for him,
Howling and leaping,
He'd overcome,
But the gauntlet was never set,
The sounds off the trail was his own creation,
His own fear,
He continued to run,
And he still does.

Courage, such courage,
To behold in ones mind,
This fate undeniable,
And to continue,
Courage,
Such elusive courage.

Left unpainted,
The sky is a bland reminder,
That the sun sets,
Left unheard,
The ocean is a bland reminder,
That waves crash,
Without the susuration of the leaves,
Ah...**** the trees!
Left unspoken,
The heart is a bland reminder,
That love exist.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Everything I said,
Was from fear of the stake,
Purity and plainess,
A radical simplification,
Not living or loving,
I wouldn't have missed you,
For the world,
Never to my god,
Than these things.

A bright unsteady light,
The fuel without consequence,
Enthusiasm and fondness abound,
Presented as drama,
Affection, love and devotions,
Make apparent burning hillsides,
And conflagration exposed,
Consumed by fire,
All is not lost,
There is power in this,
In passion,
In desire,
Containment isn't always best,
Sometimes adding kindle,
Is required.

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

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.

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?,

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.

I draw on a place,
That is within me,
twisting and turning,
Vast crevices abound,
An emptiness exist here,
Like deep caverns,
echoing aloneness,
I search for meaning inside me,
I search for meaning outside as well,
Purpose, I suppose, is what I make of it,
Hell too.

And so I sit in life's content,
And drive away all intent,
Harbored feelings rest inside,
Nothing left,
Here I reside,
Smooth the silk of hated paint,
Disguising truth and disgusting rank,  
Follow through and punch the clock,
Whisper when you cannot talk,
Follow me down broken aisles,
Avoid my eyes and broken smiles,
It's hard to stare at my reflection,
Your soulful eyes give no direction,
Lost again to imperfection,
Take me away,
Another round?

They answer,
what they think you want to hear,
They agree with everything you say,
they try to tame and calm you,
When you seem 'out of control',
They say in quieted whispers,
what no one should ever say,
holding you down,
placing fingers over lips that wish to speak,
'Hush my darling, your words are not valuable, like mine'.
They are mean to you.
They want you for your toys,
And nothing more.

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.

I've been falling,
for over a year and a half,
falling very fast,
two weeks ago,
I finally hit the ground,
with a resounding splat,
I never realized,
I could lose my sense of direction,
because falling is usually down,
but I was falling in,
deeper and deeper,
each day,
losing myself along the way,
my head is no longer,
in the clouds,
my feet,
are firmly planted,
the landing hurt like hell,
but it feels good to be standing.

I see an abyss,
Forming in front of me,
I willingly step in,
It too,
Will find me distasteful,
And eventually spit me out,
Again.

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.

Trust me when I tell you its time to go,
Listen to me as I'm screaming at you,
It's not that I don't love you,
I demand that we survive,
Love is the only thing we have to share,
And teach,
We're needed,
Others don't know of this,
We have to show them,
We have to remain calm,
Frantic is everyone else,
Stop crawling through possessions,
Move, move with me,
Run for the hills my love,
I'm behind you,
I'm pushing and pulling and struggling to keep up,
And ahead,
Hold my hand as I climb ever-higher,
Continue breathing,
Life doesn't end here,
It keeps going if we allow,
Higher and higher,
Until at last we take deep breaths,
And wipe the sweat away.

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.

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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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.

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.

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.

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.

I can't breath,
Will I cry?
Not just yet.
Another puff remains.
Through it all,
Wisps of smoke.
Pouring outta my lungs,
As fresh air fights its way inside,
Do I dare to dance this hopeless trot?
I think rather not.

I've lost my life,
To drug and drink,
It doesn't matter,
I like to think,
Everything I thought I'd keep,
Is forever out of reach.

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.

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.

You left me standing here all alone,
All alone,
You never meant to meet me here,
All alone,
You never meant to share that smile,
So alone,
I waited for so long,
Feeling so alone,
You promised to meet me here,
I've continued to wait for you,
But I feel so alone,
Coz your not here.

Inspiration swayed,
Then swerved,
To a forgotten and unoticed corner of the room,
Quietly resting in a dusty and darkened shadow,
Brooding woefully,
Turning in on itself,
It waited,
Hunched and starving,
Ready to pounce,
At the first thing that moved,
Tearing at the flesh of ideas,
Ripping apart the drawn conclusions,
Sinking its teeth deep within the illusions,
Holding tightly,
Until the last breath was drawn,
And then moving,
Moving on

Visions and dreams sit empty.
Without ambition and drive,
Imagination only lingers.
Hovering just slightly above truth,
Whatever that means to you.
I give in and up,
I can't figure it out.
Love doesn't always say yes,
Often it says no.
It always says maybe.

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.

Introspection,
Moments lost,
Or so I think,
Retrospection,
Involved thought.

That's about it really. Nothing else to say.

Lyrics and lullaby,
Escape me,
Melody and rhyme,
Are not mine,
Choirs and...umm...wait...I don't sing.

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.