Poems boiling
Inside vast cauldrons
Of space and time
Tethered to forms
And feelings
We are getting ready
For our healing
Hands are bound
To supple bodies
Loud as laughter
It echos above
And beyond
The night sky
We are triumphant mountains
Pounding tirelessly
On our stomping grounds
And telling stories
Of our ancestors
Birthing fiery dragons
Are we merely
Semi-articulate monkeys
Desperately climbing
Towards the tender treetops
Of imperceptible self-realization
Patiently awaiting
These situations
To change
For the better some day
Its eventually inevitable
What a lesson
These impressive
Digressions
And diversions
Distracting me unequivocally
Still I apologize
For all these unnecessary formalities
We are abstract beings
Often too quick to eradicate anomalies
And aliens were bad for business
So long ago we decided
To swim in our visions instead
Witnessing children
Being punished
For abruptly speaking
Truthful wisdom
We are innocent
And sedated
Medicated with hesitation
And frustrated desires
We are shirtless statues
Manifesting virtuous actions
Yet still saddled with guilt
And vituperative resilience
Tears and laughter fill the skies
Mindful of our highest desire
We share these sheets
Of Egyptian paper
Within the fiery chambers
You chase angels
And make shadows dance
Until there is no more
Room for roman candles
To burn lonely and triumphant
Upon the Colosseum
Of our bedroom floor

Loneliness is a monotone tiger
When you want to destroy the world
It comes boiling down
To your courage
To resist
Or fit in
With all the other
Victims
We are bigger than our fears
When we quiver in the here and now
I have found the only way to speak
Loudly and truthfully
Is to always listen quietly
From some place deep enough within

For anyone who remembers,
The end is just a memory.

I love waking up to the sound of birds talking
Filled with melancholy and a swarm of yearning
I am still learning how to dress properly
So I keep my conscience clean and my mind a lil' *****
Life is a lullaby of sparkling objects
Frantically chasing their own tails
I set goals and break new records
When next to nothing is still worth something
The lost hours drift away but we pay them no mind
For time is a funny bedfellow who never gets to sleep early
The red, green and yellow merge in primary fellowship
They may rule the color wheel but that was never our intention
It's a carnival of quotations consummated at the station
We are aspirations of contention seldom satiated
By next door neighbors who speak in silent syllables
Until they've filled the bill and cut you open to be examined
We remain bountiful and humble as a gardener on vacation
As long as love remains a jungle made for us to retire in
We are trying our best and all the rest may truly be impossible
And if lost continents like to drift in reticent rhythms
I'm of the opinion that we have no business questioning their motives

a woman from the fifties knew better
than to tamper with her husband’s
favorite brand of carcinogens

My song slips from my heart into the words on this paper
You start to unfurl them like threads curling around your ego
Dreams drift from pages into eyelids
Taking their time to remind us that we are impermanent visitors
We enter and rise to the sound of a fire burning
Turning morning into night and lightning into thunder
In slumber we shudder at the angels that take no prisoners
Gifts and poison all have their necessary reasons
As everything is already a part of every other being