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We are shrouds of starlight
Shining like the most illuminated sunset
We are somewhat functional in our conditioning
With hundreds of moving pieces to contend with
We are examples of million dollar architecture
Manicured lawns and poolside furniture
We are fantasies of the suburbs
Disposable diapers always readily waiting
Like soldiers in times of need or war
We have become triumphantly stupider
Bored of reading and taking time to reflect
And it appears we are not yet collectively ready
To rebel against the swelling tides of tyranny

I wonder if she was asleep when i walked into her room
Or if she could hear me speaking to her
While she waits and dreams of millions of sparrows
Butterflies grace her eyelids with hidden sight
We sink deep into radical islands of beauty
And make noises despite our empty lungs
We speak for the lack of honesty
Large houses distract you from the edges
Of sorrow and grief
Please feel free to erupt into a million pieces
Do not stand idly by while corruption waits out on the street
We are shedding our soldiers and stories
From weeping eyes of brown caramel
And like your daughters we are ***** and distrustful
And a boiling *** of water knows no mercy, child
We now must face the test of our temperaments
As if the increasing tropical heat is only a mild, and subtle
Warning of the inherent need for all beings to remain wild
Dancing naked
Upon piles of discarded costumes
I consume music
You consume useful bruises
We shoot music from our fingertips
Should we keep it sacred
Or are we better off staying naked
We are faking it and still nobody notices
We are chasing our own tornadoes
And letting go of our false personas
It's a column
It's a cylinder
It's a spiral
It's a child
It's a whale
And it's a dolphin
And we are never going to stop trying
For our humor is always laughing
And our sisters are always dancing
We attract respectable artists
And find a silence between the starlets
We are advocates of activating our own consciousness
Money is a burden so don’t bother acquiring it
Fun is abundant
And who dares say that love is redundant
So let's examine our motives for giving
We are shivering with excitement
Because I have been invited to tell you the truth
Long ago i was amused
By strategies and complicated offerings
But since i’ve met you i’ve become less disquieted
And abide in the comfort of silent blessings
Still freedom is a dressing
That we might need awhile to get used to
You learned to give
We learned to die
You learn too quick
We learned to cry
We learned to trust
You turned to rust
Now i am i
And you are your love
We are frozen offerings
In the cold night’s rain
We are the shattering of idols
On an altar of pain
We are the sacrifice
And we are the knife
We are the intervening angels
Who strangle your sight
We are the blood
And we are the flood
We are the fire
We are the love
We are the noises you make in the dark
One more cup of coffee
And we'll be back on the rug
Singing history is a liar
And for now dancing is our drug
It's a symphony of harmonics
Flowers are the architects of desire
We are longing for a multitude of wisdom
So simply listen and all will be sung
An offering among the rosebuds
A little gift from the dandelions
A poem and a portrait of the moon
Hung against the memory
Of our fragile blossoming
We are apparitions
Appearing and disappearing too soon
We fear the indestructible
Has become one more puzzle
For you to unlock
But i am not a part of that prison system
I give my spark and my soul to god
We are forever
And just as we are
We all must eventually come
To touch the gardener’s heart
With our fingers and linger
In the sound of leaves
Rustling to the heartbeat of the wind
We are turning into tulips and hyacinths
We are shining sylphs
Making funny sounds with our mouths
We are lovers entwined
Like deadly vines in your backyard
We are the seeds of the new earth
And we have been reborn
From the chaos of hurt
That was sprinkled
Like compost over everything
Move
Interact
Connect

These are our weapons and our defenses
Against the tyranny of sedentary stagnation

Are you willing to die
In order to come alive

Fully
Powerfully
Rightfully
Artfully

Can you muster up meaning and intelligence
If you can then what is stopping you
From being the man or woman
You choose to see in the world

With a heart of gold
And a mind capable of subtle reflection
With smooth contours
And unalterable parameters
That original nature of mind
Right now can be ours

This earth is a perfect mirror
A mundane amphitheater
Or a sacred playhouse

You are about to find out
For any minute now
Here comes the sun
And I am already dancing

Life is running towards your open arms

With love’s promises
We will stand in a field of flowers and music
We will see strands of numbers
And garlands of figures
Tied in rhythms bound solely
To our inner visions
We are newly discovered obsidian daggers
Covered in obscene diamonds
We had a great time in our scabbards
Until your archaeologists came and found us
We are accents of rhythm
Extracted from a linguists’ worst nightmare
We are apparently humid if not quite human
Ruminating on our naked dysfunctions
We are content to being secret agents
Masters of arguments in surreptitious suspense
We are sweat and salt upon naked backs
That attract you like the golden hues of slumber
The ochre of the jungle is crisper than a hundred dollar bill
Life-force fueled by something new and leguminous
Quetzals bluer than a waterfall or the sky above an igloo
I chased you to the bottom of a cup of coffee
To overcome the fear of drowning in a melancholy mood
When did fifty shades of grey,
become an accurate description of my face?
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