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Oct 2020 · 59
seeds of the unseen
I am expiring in expectation
The aspen trees dance and swim
In a sea of invisible labor
I am impressed with all the metaphors
You invented, only to describe
The daily massacre of beauty
Oct 2020 · 50
tell-a-vision
Scheherazade swims in streams
Of unending disappointment
Her narrative slips from her hands
Like water through a broken bucket
Punctured promises release their longing
I am but an old story waiting to be told
But in the end there is a rhythm
That every child knows too well already
What a mystery that lies
Within the lies of my intellect
Who resides in dreams
And awakens in our defiant appliances
Eros transgresses
Upon trampolines of mind’s enjoyment
In basements of wonder
The youth wander aimlessly
I hit my head against your walls
To topple a cathedral that had to fall
Before we could ever truly be married
Sep 2020 · 59
Wonderful
Seeing them
Lke that
One couldn't
Help but wonder
If they hadn't
Already
Had their fill
Of wonder
For the day
Sep 2020 · 54
Expired beauty
Consumers of beauty
Rarely, truly, remind
Each other to breathe
Sep 2020 · 184
two cheeky
short and sweet
may accurately
describe many things
but never once
a woman
Sep 2020 · 65
take me
Mistakes made freely
Given as holy offerings
To the Goddess of Creativity
Sep 2020 · 40
seasonal strategies
I seek shallow pools to bleed in
Drenched in proud arguments;
Within the reach of reason
A logical battle is always full of treason
But the season for this pain has nearly ended
Illustrated by isolated breaths,
The math teacher denies his duty.
Sep 2020 · 38
surfactant residues
A fallen tree speaks in moans
Drowning in tears her eyes cannot see
Her hearing is tangled in the juniper and sage
Her mouth is a violin’s inner space
A facade of platitudes swell within you
Just as the grandiose defends you
Lungs full of residue and smoke
As we make our romance into
Something that vaguely resembles
Both a poem and a history lesson
Another space becomes abandoned
Once filled with infinite beings
No longer burdened by birds in flight
The cranes no longer saunter
Beyond the pale of your starry eyes
Though I stray beyond my imagination
Whose edges are softer than a bed of roses
This loss is all I know to speak of
For to breathe is to bellow like an ocean
Though you are as pale as the moon
And your blood vessels are mostly hollow
Will you ever remove the chain of commas
That hold you in sedentary slavery
To unnecessary dreams
Seeping into your coffee
I steep my mind in beauty
And keep it ready and unruly
Until I wonder if anyone
Even knows what that means
Anymore
Sep 2020 · 64
masquerade
We are all masked by the hand of God
This mouth is a cavity of desperation
What's the point in getting ready
If it all comes tumbling down eventually
The blind have never risen
And the deaf have not yet learned to speak
With the music only they can hear
Within each passing heartbeat
We are forever beholden to each other
For there are hundreds of mouths left to feed
But beauty is a deed that can’t be bought
Still I fought for your heart and lost everything
Sep 2020 · 52
no surgeon
Canvases and caverns
Concave inversions
Humid ontologies
Reside in reverse order
It's all imperfect
This i’m certain of
All is becoming
For total recovery
Is but a blind man’s fortune
And a soul is no surgeon
A thousand years later
And still no progress
Worth speaking of
What’s the matter with your heart
Is it a faulty circuit
Or did a fuse blow in the dark
We are all targets of uncertainty
Fallen upon piles of confusion
Still i am grateful
To be ruined by your love
Sep 2020 · 60
Exit Strategies
I face the firing squad alone
Beneath a canopy of learned women
We dream of stories undefiled
Tossed into the sunrise
And damaged by a fire
We are forever broken
In the deep-fried hours of the morning
You collapse the course of history
Is it better to be afraid of the dead
Or to respect them
She whispered to me
We are all alone and neglected
Grief overtakes my exit strategies
And I am instantly reminded
Of visiting Prague in the springtime
I have no clue why i mention
These isolated images and feelings to you
Perhaps, to one day be deserving
Of something beautiful again
Sep 2020 · 51
Underneath
There are lots of stars above us tonight
We are lying under a tall oak tree
The elders speak but we can't hear them
Over the sound of Death’s incessant snoring
I am absorbed and absorbing
How many teeth do you bare
I am undisturbed by your words
But your gestures fill me with a fear
So deep, I simply can not bare to dream them
Sep 2020 · 43
an extensive analysis
It relates to nothing, yet it all comes down to this,
If something cannot be spoken, it's probably worthless.
a raft of old music
floats on a pile of refuse
we are each a willing part
of the ending
of every living being
and accountable to nothing
but our own voices
dreaming of choices
we may one day wish
we had never made
instead you say nothing
and deny all the oaths
you've promised me
still i think that
you may have loved me
more than anyone
else ever did
Sep 2020 · 40
unfinished
Money is a comfort to some
Burned by the negligence in our hearts
We say we'll try to make a new start
But head straight for the old roads
I unburden my soul in your arms
But nothing ever comes of it
Just another mess to clean up
And again I am sent back to earth
To tend to some more unfinished business
Sep 2020 · 55
snow
I have reached a new level of loneliness
Where the alabaster sky resides in my soul
I dream of nothing but uncovering
These places of hidden sorrow
As grief comes to your bed like fallen snow
You ready yourself for dissolving
Sep 2020 · 23
the bends
Life is lived in our hearts not in the sky
It's a taboo to move and dream too easily
For the youth are doomed to know beauty
And grooms are too full of duty and betrayal
While we were hiding among our friends
Divers of the deepest oceans must slowly ascend
Until a mantle of fault is placed upon their heads
And what comes next is nobody else’s business
Sep 2020 · 50
con-crete eyes
Unknown dreams
Inside our eyes
Take time to shine
Images concretize
And i realize
That this rhythm
Is a poem in itself
Aug 2020 · 35
the last straw
Is it pleasant or painful
To suspect the least in every situation
I’m not complaining
Just trying to tell you how I feel
All I know is that we are equal
For only existence itself
Never need offer any sequel
Aug 2020 · 62
writer's block
Be a permanent marker. Step on the stones that you once avoided. Boiling water is now an official form of medicine. And I'll pretend that we've never met before. So that one day we may dance again and make love in more than a thousand sentences.
Aug 2020 · 57
Ever only
In your body lies a serpent
And your lungs are the ocean
And now you're left gasping
As if this life was ever only
Another act of your devotion
enraged by our shadows
you enter the world silently
and turn these thoughts into gold
forms are empty like feathers
dancing in the fields and snow
go and plant your lilies children
and i will feed you apples
with pancakes and porridge
a life without worry can't be promised
but so many of our problems
come from addictions to our woes
Aug 2020 · 39
a year and a half ago
I don’t want to write poetry tonight
I don’t want to speak of your beauty
Or how the dawn sips your words like wine
I hate the light tonight and wish to abscond
Only with the darkness
For I am unfathomably angry
That there can be no more justice
As there is nothing left in our hearts
I can speak only cruelly of you
As if to stab at your tender flesh
We are each lost in our intellects
And I’d gladly give you back your gifts
If I’d known this love would be so quick to end
For I am only a coriander seed
Would it be appropriate of me
To believe contradictorily
That what is appropriate
Appropriation must agree
If after all a waterfall falls
And the sound resounds
Until it's still, echoing
All around me
Aug 2020 · 41
Do Not Pity the Pythia
Like a poisonous serpent,
You turned your venom into love.

Like a poisonous serpent,
You could return only venom for love.
We are bleeding in the eyes of our country
A mockery of justice is spread out like sand in the desert
Combed for their treasures
I made you a nest out of an old necklace
And bribed the guards of your eyes
To surprise you with your own face's resemblance
This gaze is only a phase of remembrance
As a vase is only a vice we cannot name
The victorious space remains conspicuous
As I yearn for more than I’ve learned to make do with
We display no kindness or failure to smile
For a blemish is no mere replacement for virtue
Upon dismantled mansions I have come to know you
Upon the shores of impermanence we danced a million failures
While I played games to remind myself that I was a fool
Only our abused lovers can ever claim to know the truth
There are stars that we can never hide from
What we look upon shall see us as we are
What remains to be said
Is that the love in your head is blessed
And we have tried our best to find a nest
Despite the tides and strides of men
We are only half represented
By the songs of our fathers
And the names that we've made from them
Could only ever give you
Representations of our nakedness
So who's to blame you, certainly not I
If you choose to fade quite readily
Into nets of safety and obscurity, instead
Aug 2020 · 34
A Goddess Sleeps
I remove the dirt from my fingers
And bring forth light from the Earth
We are worth a thousand stories
And you were born from morning’s appetite
I earned my wages solemnly like a slave
And you remained awake all night
Yet never once did you stray from my side
Whenever I'm reminded of your beauty
I seek solace in the knowledge
That one day I may speak an ancient tongue
And understand God's secret writing
Forever hidden in plain sight
And only then will I gain the knowledge
To read between the holy lines
Drawing me one step closer to your eyes
Aug 2020 · 41
Schrodinger's Religion
A sovereign can either be
A king or a magician
But never both simultaneously
A constant state of pain
Doesn't deserve to cover up your sanity
What was made was made
Yet please don’t give in to apathy
Born of the froth and the spray
Of Aphrodite’s waves
Humans appear impervious to the future
Perhaps we are groomed to need solutions
For only in the juiciest of greenhouses
Can true lovers grow like flowers
And bloom in the darkness
Despite all resolutions
Obvious or not, to the contrary
Aug 2020 · 40
i like turtles
Love is like a tiny turtle
Lost on its way back to the ocean
We are never truly alone despite
All this unceasing commotion
I have known pain like a river
And comfort that pierces like a knife
For what comes easiest is rarely the most contagious
So let's release our pride for the sake of all our relations
And try to make the most out of
The last days of summer vacations
Aug 2020 · 32
gradations of nothing
Accept the arrangements you have agreed to
Why pretend to be disillusioned
By lovers and former relationships
God is both a child and a wild animal
Families demand our participation
Lovers lead by example
We are what’s left of the intangible
I am still a part of your council
Whenever love becomes
Just another past participle
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Tethered to our belongings we cease to belong together.
Jul 2020 · 207
Endings Are Beautiful Cages
Towards you I'd run on unsteady legs
Until the sea rises and upon my knees i am forced to beg
I would walk to you upon shards of glass
But we both know i'd end up crawling
Right over that final ledge
Or perhaps you'd prefer to find me dying
Gasping for my last breath
For some other man will still be waiting
Like a scarecrow lying naked in your bed
Jul 2020 · 43
Transformaya
In shaded rooms with swollen eyes
With faded light you sit and write
Until something in you dies
At the mercy of men
Who never truly cared
Justice gasps for air tonight
i am frowning like the sun
the drowning has begun
this hunger is never done
for love is our dinner
and this food is even simpler
for sitting still is nourishment
that's potentially even sweeter
whenever we are on the run
May 2020 · 115
speak of the dimple
We reduce our words
To merely talking
Happiness is your birthright
And mellow are the landmines
That blow up all your skies
May 2020 · 105
slow jams
a silent lover of beauty
furthering her art
between the spaces of dreams
and ancient nightmares
her fingers slip into everything
and become tangled like twine
rest here and unwind your heart strings
the scintillating heat
is blinding yet rejuvenating
if you choose to be a lover
then please uncover your soul
and give this naked silence
a fighting chance to grow
May 2020 · 110
a wanton meditation
i am frowning like the sun
the drowning has begun
this hunger is never done
for love is our dinner
and this food is even simpler
and sitting still gives us
the nourishment to run
May 2020 · 72
the little things
Life is a complacent ***** grinder
Love is like the fingers that linger on your shoulder
While you wade through treacherous waters
I love to embrace the taste of honey
On your milk-chocolate coated tongue
We listen to the young and the dying
Who are crying out in accented whispers
That love is a candlelit river
Into which you must enter fully naked
Before the daylight comes
May 2020 · 60
Crash pads for ufos
Who will you be in the future?
Who will you be in the past?
Who will you be when the cows come home?
Who will you be after the crash?
May 2020 · 75
perchance to dream
you sway like the cherry blossoms
in between hundreds of leaves
red eyes cast fingerprints upon these trees
i see you dancing among the flowers
i hear you chanting every single hour
invoking plumbs and apricots
the shiny parts that we disassociate
we hesitate to ready our shadows
then we go and wear them to bed
but first we must brush our teeth
while deep asleep i feel your feet
rubbing up against mine
as lions in the dawn
dream our longings into song
May 2020 · 67
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May 2020 · 45
spring forward fall back
Life is a complacent ***** grinder
Love is like the fingers that linger on your shoulder
While you wade through treacherous waters
I love to embrace the taste of honey
On your milk-chocolate coated tongue
We listen to the young and the dying
Who are crying out in accented whispers
That love is like a candlelit river
Finding smooth surfaces to dance upon
Its true that making love is a gamble
That's why we remain intangible
Despite the changing tides and winds
Please listen closely because life is not a given
We may be two shimmering bodies
But beauty is often wasted on the living
And you were always following the money
Until you found that comfort became a burden
And somebody else took your place
In the middle of the picture frame on the mantle
But who takes your temperature
Until your last breath and when you’re dying
I remain unperturbed by demons and diamonds
Love is a resilient supply chain
Come cuddle me here in the ethers
Whenever you are hard of hearing
Love is really far away despite its reaching
But tonight I can see the stars throughout your fingers
Lovers are always found without a compass
They're out cruising for a little beauty and some violence
We lost the need to believe in the sacredness of Spring
The moment we became feathers in the wind
And you never know what you'll find lying in the gutter
Until you roll up your sleeves and dig a little deeper
May 2020 · 72
in and out of print
I read your dreams like a newspaper
Your mind is like a magazine
And your thoughts are the classified section
Some people's hearts are like the tabloids
While others are National Geographic covers
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