wisdom reflected
justice neglected
demons are creeping
from within your tv sets
watch your mind
and please rewind
instead of being present
just go ahead
and press it
fast forward it
to the end of time
it’s really up to you
this life is divine
so waste it or use it
however you’d like

starry eyes of children
holding nursery rhymes
dancers are building
structures out of time
solid, soft, flexible or strong
have you ever wondered
why it never dawned on you
to ask yourself the questions
that you’ve taken from the others
and give yourself the freedom
to trust your own visions
before you trust another’s

i see water flowing
i hear birds calling
longing for more
than this rotten shore
waiting for better days
rafts made from balsam
bound by coconut fibers
held together despite the waves

dance little dancer
work yourself into a rage
are you the answer
after all these questions
have we ever even seen the page

plants in the garden
talking nonsense
the grass is growing taller
and taller every day

the bee keeper
used to be a seeker
but now he’s found his way
longing for love
is pointless
wasting time only serves
to push it further away

young women come closer
hold your skirts a little tighter
your smiles and your tears
are really all the same
to me

in this existence
there is nothing but love
only broken and tired
men and women
dare to dream their lives awake
no escape but through
the fires and earthquakes
its not the size
of the love that matters
but what you do with it
he held her hand against his face
she immediately forgave her father
he was bleeding from his collar
her darkness took hold
and grief escaped
and he said thank you
for disappointing me today

she waves her hands like flags
her heart thumps
and skips a beat in her chest
impressed by what she’s seen
she can only dream of a time
when she could come clean
her voice trembles and her spine reels
she turns inwards and her lip shakes a little
it stings
she’s not sure what makes her feel this way
is it the space
or the days
gone to gather wildflowers in the sun
she undresses her best smile
from time immemorial she has spun
the threads of cotton that became her fame
her main job was to pray
for the men and women
who came each day to visit her

sledgehammers finish off the drudgery
some moments are pounding
others are cool like the crystal ocean
a depth of vision is necessary
if you wish to transcend
the edges of your inevitable vulnerability
i am in need of shelter from her fire
a muse that burns all that she inspires
a silent lover of beauty
furthering her art
between the spaces of dreams
our fingers slip into everything
and become entangled like twine
rest here and unwind your heart strings
the scintillating heat is blinding yet rejuvenating
if you are my love then uncover your soul
give naked silence a chance to grow
surround my faithless jungle
with your vines of hope
i am conscious of the lack of rope
this happiness is binding
like kindness climbing invisible ladders
you shatter the silhouette of my perfect idol
i sneak a peak at a photograph
that you have kept hidden
silver visions destined to uncover
the lust of beauty
smiled in my direction
if we wish to dance then circle around the fire
aspire for magic to abolish your name
switch places with your shadow
and feel the earth within your skin
give god a better reason than your sadness
and she may even begin to sing again

hunger is a form of necromancy
if you lust for other people’s intelligence
then you might as well covet their soul
the future is a burning flame
and desire is her name
life is radiant like a water buffalo
so please show me the way to stay sane
amidst the rhinos and tigers of the plains
what is your name child
if you are here then you must surely be wild
i am a witness to the limitless
creativity of the goddess
she partakes in every single particle we perceive
i am an article of her majesty
formed in the factory of her imagination
satisfaction is my identity
so lets awaken to the reality of creativity
with each and every breath we take

your eyelids fly in tragic circles
under black skies
your mountains crumble
putrid apples and hillbillies all return
from chaos came compassion
from darkness came the word
kindness gave birth to sorrow
and silence was never earned
your antithesis presents itself
in every situation myth is ever heard