"Stupidity sells... its why you're poor."

One person is an army
When Two are a prison
Three are a government
And Four are a reason not to drink
Five are the ways they divide you
Six are the roads that you have walked
Seven is the stars that are to guide you
And Eight is your home in the dark
Nine are the women who have held you
While Ten others broke your heart

The depth, width and breadth
Of all nonlinear dimensions
Are exceedingly less quantifiable
Than the imminent direction of your breath
When its projected back through space
I seek wholeness in the hidden chambers of your breast
And find music in your laughter's gentleness
We have outdated attitudes framed upon our walls
And old hallways that echo with the altitude of our confusion
A cornucopia of consciousness and desire
With a smile that lingers like a fire
She inspires my heart to break free
Of silly people’s strategies
We are bleeding underneath our sleeves
With skin and teeth ready to bite
We are all getting high tonight
Higher than the azure sky
Reflected in another pair of eyes
And more blinding than the Sun
Can you tell me who is the one
Who knows your name
When we retreat into our cave
Darling don’t get enraged
We are all slaves to her grace
While you play this game or that one
It doesn’t matter that much anyway
Since you’ve come all this way
You might just as well
Try to never be the same again

I realize there is a reason that
I write better when i’m hungry
Its that my senses are sharpened
Whenever the desire
To bite something is present

I want to see those sacred structures
Mostly covered by your falling hair
I want to see the fabric of your despair
I want to reach the place inside you no-one ever dares to go
I want to make love to the whole collection of your psyche
I want to follow the entirety of your being
Into an underground cavern and swim blissfully
In the crystalline streams of your ever-changing soul

I have come for your company
And a taste of your grace
We are each a breath of air
Waiting to escape swollen lungs
That have been filled for days
We are each a drop of honey
Hanging from the rim
We are each a speck of dust
And in case you mistook me for a star
I am really a piece of your heart
A fabric woven from the darkness
Of space and time
We climb the stairs in the dark
And make love in the sun’s arc
We are castles
Made from indigenous dreams
We are all right angles
Born from fragile parts
Of these circular beings

Reprimanding angels
Fill our dinner tables
We are all ex-lovers
Suffering
From a fatal dose
Of something
That tastes like honey
But is not quite
Our own honesty

If buying time is a waste of money
Then meretricious attorneys
Bleed you of your dignity (and alimony)
Currently it is only in dying
That we see no need to speak
While our currency is evolving
We are solely imitations
Of our inimical engines
Of dissipating digestion
As sedentary wives
Remain tied to triumphant spines
Shining like a pestilence
Atrophying like elephants at a circus
Their bodies and minds imprisoned
And bound by imaginary stakes in the dirt
Young prisoners in solitary confinement
Are hiding mental gems
And emotional diamonds
In lonely shipping containers
For you to polish and find
Like two lovers intertwined
She said, I can guide myself
Despite the immensity of your lies

Older than a bat
I saw you in the stars
Following your heart
All the way back home
From all the bars you visited
You compare congratulations
To incongruent vacations
You sedate the understated
In anesthetic vacations
Vagitus vulgaris
Common among ****-sapiens
In silent reverie
We are speaking
To all the Goddesses at once
In silent memories
We are treasuring
Each of these precious moments
With gratitude and space
We faced our elemental being
Who never needs to chase
Or hustle to receive Her grace
Om Namah Shivaya
Om Shivaya Namaha
We are fundamental particles
Held together by invisible strings
These scalar waves of pressure
Are infinitely stronger and subtler
Than a thousand waterfalls
Gravity is our mother
And we no longer struggle
To stand up or down
We pack it in and out
As hymns of love
Grow in our frames
We straighten our spines
For it often takes more
Than ten thousand years
And millions upon millions
Of men, women and children
And perhaps a few billion
Unnecessary deaths
Or a trillion unsuccessful attempts
To complete the naming
Of all the many beings
Inhabiting the earth and stars
Which collectively comprise
The universe's heart
She sings, long live the king
For life is a marvelous thing
Still we are all a little off course
In developing mental health strategies
That actually do
What they're supposed to
For each and every single species
Is only half as radiant
And usually twice as complacent
As any shade-giving or fruit-bearing tree
These sediments are indeed sentimental
And all these fallen feathers
Speak only to living beings
Who fly on tiny wings of freedom
Your kind blue eyes
Blink twice as fast as mine
And disguise all your pretenses
Fingers often keep time
And finders keep rubies
Losers weep emeralds in glorious grieving
But can anybody tell me who the f@#!
Are all these pseudo-teachers
That sell you their minds so cheaply
If buying time is a waste of money
Then meretricious attorneys
Bleed you of your dignity
Currently it is only in dying
That we see no need to speak
While our currency is evolving
We are solely imitations
Of our inimical engines of digestion
As sedentary wives
Remain tied to triumphant spines
Shining like a pestilence
Atrophying like elephants at a circus
Their bodies and minds imprisoned
And bound by imaginary stakes in the dirt
Young prisoners in solitary confinement
Are hiding mental gems
And emotional diamonds
In lonely shipping containers
For you to polish and find
Like two lovers intertwined
I can guide myself despite your lies
I resolve to see
All corrupt lawyers go blind
While many more are voluntarily buried
Beneath their own illegal fantasies/histories
And bureaucratic guidelines
While in the depth of night
She yields to no-one
And only kind words
Can heal these enemies

We are ecstatic
Lacking sacred artifacts
And neglected puzzles
Reprimanded
Landlords
Invite you to their
Granddaughter’s
Graduation parties
Strategic histories
Often disagree
Still your eyes
Are a mystery
To me
I see love's mask
Shape-shifting again
This breath
Is never ending
Sending loving prayers
To the heart
Of your soul
Please dream carefully
And listen deeply
Satiate your strategies
But not completely
Insurgent icicles
Hanging from our rooftops
Threaten our safety
Stop living small
Did you know
That you could
Buy the whole world
With a single dolllar
They'll try to sell you
A copy of your Self
But you won't let them
Ever make a fool
Of you again
So we tell them
Your daughters
Are our lovers
And you begin
To let them live
Underneath your skin

We are scared to dream
Scared to speak
Scared to write and scared to teach
Scared to breathe and scared to sleep
Scared to **** and scared to scream
Scared to run and scared to die
Scared of living and scared to death of failing
Scared of growing older and scared of being scolded
Scared of holding and scared of showing
Anything but our fearlessness

In an age of braless nymphettes wearing lululemon
Who speak of unequivocal virtues
We seek **** role models and female superheroes
Ambition has no equal in all its atavistic ambivalence
Still we ****** our ******* feminine values into each other’s faces
Disrespecting our past predators and predecessors
And the pirate priests who prepared our souls for fiery salvation
In wartime circuses we are all pretzels and pantyliners
Who necessitate no changing stations for these gyrating giants of industry
And the gentle guardians of the spirit
With giraffe sized necks and human hearts that beat in their vulturous beaks
Who tear each and every naive feminine seeker into thousands of tiny pieces
Till all that’s left are precocious and imperfect targets
Seeking articulations of their convulsive
Nay, compulsive addictions to affection
With dinosaur sized scars and crocodile scales covering their erogenous parts  
We hide beneath a pile of beautifully styled business cards and good marks
Like we are a bunch of naughty children caught lurking in someone else's basement
Until the morning comes and we heed the need to once again impale our flailing limbs on another angry treadmill
While pilates preachers speak tender secrets from palaces of perfection
A hungry intersection of underwear and diamonds
When we finance our families’ vacation with blockchain investments
That eventually all end up feeding the same weapons dealers who control the world’s most vulnerable food chains
We are all deniers of the warnings of climate change specialists
Who liberate their minds with psychedelic toad poison
Moist as the dawn we overcame the wolves of oblivion
And covered up a significant number of Mother Nature's sounds that we abhorred for all the wrong reasons
Preferring fir-scented yoga rooms to an authentic forest floor covered in pine-needles, acorns, cones and a plethora of edible fungi
We’ve come to detest our own chthonic scents, senses and instincts
So we try to pretend that we've never sweat before
Exactly like a pile of compassionately discarded compost
Innocently left to rot in the sun for several weeks on end
So now for fun we back-bend over thundering volcanoes
Earthenware bowls asymmetrically formed in our souls
If all our pelvises tilt slightly to the left of west
Then the forest’s health is a direct reflection of our own faulty perspectives
And now you justify selling your soul for meager earnings
For next to nothing is always better than being wholly broke
Or broken holy or even sometimes just a little bit more hungry

Prismatic angles
Strangulate our language
We are all fragile bubbles
Being blown through plastic circles
Straws scattered in the water
Sort out your problems
And follow your vision
We are all brothers and sisters
Drowning in this fish-tank (of wisdom) together
We are shaking our shoulders
To the sounds of roller coasters
Boiling potatoes in the heat of our basements
Considering the upcoming refrigerations
We are already doing quite amazing

Hungry eyes are torn from borrowed books
We look inside our minds and find emptiness on hooks
Gyrating lions drunk on mescal
Flex their muscles and sell me all your secrets
Handheld pliers long to pull your teeth
While we fall asleep in each other's bodies

I resolve to give up poetry
To release the need to feel or think
I resolve to heal and smile daily
I resolve to become real for you
I resolve to do anything you want me to
I am really evolving rapidly over here
I resolve to struggle
Like you taught me to, for long ago
We kissed and i resolved to tell you
That your resolve is a bunch of worthless B.S.
If you have no will or follow through

We are being destroyed by advertising
We are like broken pieces of cardboard
Our astral faces are printed on the backs
Of empty milk cartons tossed into the ethers
Fed on scarcity and internet dreams of modeling
With broken hopes we spend our lives meandering
Yet we are fooling ourselves and others
Our barnyards are empty
Can we trust our hearts more than our apathy
Plenty of people are dying young and lonely
These falling arrows following their own trajectories
I seethe with anger at this ineffable insanity
I say f@#! it anyway
Have you ever wondered why our ancestors didn’t sleep
While you take my fingers and bend them beneath you

Jettison the weapons
Of everlasting happiness
We are sentimental accidents
******* the equators
And salivating waiters
We assume we are alone but it's a foolish hope
Instead we resent your intangible laughter
Stand against the rafters
We are dreaming of liberation
Still we are shaking in our dressing rooms
Like confused teenagers
Who eat alligator mustard
Those salty incubation periods
Where we swallowed buckets of sadness
Like mouthfuls of burnt toast
This soap is soft and bubbly
And now we get lost
In our own homes on the daily
These poems speak to us softly
Yet you seek what is costly
I need nothing that i don’t already own

Love is a poem
So remember the phone-calls you made
Yesterday's sunrise fell on our faces
And we hid against the windy tides
Those retired auto dealers
And our ancient healers are weeping
They're just about ready to sell you their souls

When love calls you
You complain
Strained and straight to bed
We forget the end
It's a random affair
We often end up in
If you lend me your mouth
I’ll keep it close at hand
And if you’re ever down south
I’ll show you the promised land
Your heart is the church
I alone worship in the sand
Your eyes are worth
A thousand emeralds
Gold and silver bracelets and bangles
Held up against your makeup
We can no longer fake it
So we take it home
With us instead

The winter was hollow
She walked out of her cabin into the darkness
I saw her go out but did not follow
For where she was heading I dared not go

I could not sleep
But felt her beneath me
Like a heavy weight or stone
She held my hand
And i was ******
To follow her down below

in suspenseful darkness the alabaster moon
croons its romantic breath over all these violated vineyards
angels taste the dryness of the grapes
and laugh at the waste of another year’s wine
move out of the way of human frailty
or share your space with our immortal stakes
true freedom is a slavery more terrible than anything mankind has yet to face

We are making amends for the ways
We dissected our reality
It's a tragedy that the objectification of objects
Leads to a such a Complex Elegance:
In praise of all these isolated sediments
Sorely perplexed at our own self-vehemence

Concrete writing
Lungs filled with fluid
We Shift our attention
To the narrowing of consciousness
We need to breathe but can't
Amid the sycophants and drowning egos
All we see is steam
Rising from a vat beneath the ocean floor
We descend into the memory of endings
Gone are ego’s longings for superiority
We are shedding again
Making room for our hearts to grow by being broken
God knows we’ve tried enough
So now we must let go and face the depth of our suffering
A symbolic death
A friend
An initiation into mind beyond ego
We are echos of another time
We are lines hidden behind
Signs we've traced in the sand
She said, I can’t understand anything you’ve said
But still I’d love to go to bed with you again
Someday

We adore the hour
Of enduring madness
We are crude and cruel
Like tigers in the morning
We are food for the gods
Who stayed too long
And strayed too far
From their solitary pantheons
We are the shadows of Psyche
Tirelessly shorn from our bodies
We are retired armies
These conglomerates of hatred
Fed up with feminine values
We are salivating angst
We are manic depressive virgins
Coercion is comical
This is evil incarnate
Sardonic solitude shrouds You
In it's vision-less vicissitudes
We are used to being used
And fed ignorance like food
We are bored and longing
For some muscles to flex
So we could attest to our problems
I contest your victory
And seek meaning in expression
Anger is reflexive yet still we beg to differ
Our questions rejected
By an authority we entrusted
To naively negate our egos
We collect puzzles and never solve them
We form alliances with psychedelic buffalo
While meditating butterflies chart
Their ancient transmigration patterns
We are pinnacles of virtue in vitriolic prisons
We administer to the needs of the ordinary soldier
We are shouldering too much responsibility
For if you were entrusted with love
Then please don't abuse it
We are bundles of wood
Woven together like fragile tapestries
We are strategies unused
We are moody lovers confused by each other’s apathy
Our lack of touch erupts into violent volcanoes
Spewing fumes in our bedrooms
We are ****** handed
Balancing on our fingertips
While plummeting a thousand feet
To the bottom of endless seas
We are cheap like sheet-rock and shelves
Upended in an earthquake
We are all that we tell each other
We are purely made from stories
Defending our allegorical right to exist
We are so ******* boring
That our own made-up gods
Can do nothing but laugh
At the infinite ignorance of our species
We are a genus of ingenious desperation
Who gave measurement such an important trophy
That we are beyond permanently broken
And can now fatefully begin authentically working
On fixing our sights, minds, hearts
Hands and bodies upon uniting
With our deepest spiritual longing
I gave up stroking my ego a long time before I met you
What’s next will you expect me to beg for your indulgence
We are making amends for the ways
We dissected our reality
It's a tragedy that the objectification of objects
Leads to a such a Complex Elegance:
These isolated sediments are perplexed at our own self-vehemence

What a way to begin
The end of our undoing
Begs for our compassion
We are not allowed to forget
So we go to sleep
And whenever we awake
You immediately take
Our breath away
To protect against
The faintest chance
Or hint of our remembering

Particular darts seek our hearts and I confess
That He likes it the best when you scream for more

Everything in life is colored by your feelings about it..

No exceptions
Your feelings color everything
Everything is colored by feelings
Colorful feelings
The color of everything
Feeling colors
Everything

That's all...

Oh and she swore that she saw
a ghost wearing a grey overcoat
two sizes too big with a red
scarf wrapped around its throat

In a land of semi-famous stars,
Where not a single soul,
Has the slightest clue,
As to who they truly are.

I could not sleep
But felt her beneath me
Like a heavy weight or stone
She held my hand
And i was ******
To follow her down below

In my head i can often be ambivalent
In my heart i am sometimes ambiguous
But in my chiral soul i am purely ambidextrous

You told me, "That no man has ever reached the top of Mt Olympus."
"That's not true," I replied, "What about Prometheus?"
"Sorry Son, he wasn't a man but a brave and mighty Titan."
And that's when I decided that I too would become a Titan...
That dream seemed to somehow satisfy me for awhile. At least until the day you told me about Prometheus' punishment.

Targets never argue
And bullets never lie
Finances and fiancées
Certainly have some value
Yet we underrate our skies
Miles of lost continents
Drift out from your skin
We begin an embargo
Hoping in the future we will win
Metaphysical furniture
Effects the state of mind you're in
The record player is turned down
Heat me up and we'll begin

Red faced and wasted
I saw you naked
And fell in love
With your ancient body
Gone is the impulse to run
And all i can do now
Is to write simply
Lies and truth
Mixed together
Like oil and vinegar
We are fumigating
Our own bodies
Remove these carbon copies
And quietly daydream
About the faces of lost
Summer lovers
Fundraisers say goodbye
To yesterday's vacations
Just as we long to cry
We catch ourselves
Smiling for a moment

What do the turtles wish to communicate
Are we awake in our shells
Or have we fallen into the spell of limitation
Consternation and *******
Facts and figures receive their adulation
While we attract only tender triangulations
Please finish up your investigation
I blame you for instigating this comedy
A catalyst of abomination and dichotomy
Which followed me into retirement
Let's give banquets back to the government
And return to ancient lands
Devoted to camels and drunken apologies

It's apocryphal
Pornographic phantasmagoria
Fantastic fan-fictions
Describing sacredly sadistic rituals
Glorious duality
Radically alters our expectations
Yet manages to satisfy your frustrations
In dissimilar situations
We liberate our agitation and consternation
Over magazines and barnacles
We are more conspicuous
Than an empty gap in the sky
Made by two constellations
Taking a long vacation

Intrepid sailors raise their sails
And navigate by stars and compasses
Renaissance dancers are porous instigators
They initiate our imitations
We dream of political sovereignty
To remediate these tragedies
I breathe warfare and cleanse the air
Of apathetic non-negotiaters
Harboring criminals like butterflies
Sometimes the means do justify your eyes

Targets never argue
And bullets never lie
Finances and fiancées
Certainly have some value
Yet we underrate our skies
Miles of lost continents
Drift out from your skin
We begin an embargo
Hoping in the future we will win
Metaphysical furniture
Effects the state of mind you're in
The record players turned down
But you heat me up to begin

I am forever indebted to love's failures.

I am a mountain.
Who would dare,
Try to move me?

Speak beauty
Light up the darkness
Feel everything
No matter how small
Keep clean and close to your heart
The wisdom of love is in all
Upon Narcissus' rejection
Echo extinguished like a fire
Her voice remains
Brighter than the forest
Real love
Is a teacher of kindness

Good hands make great company.

the mountains that chased you
through mazes and hedges covered in thistles
the briars that stung you like hundreds of needles
the nettles we boiled in kettles
for healing the drafts you caught
in rainstorms dancing wild like raindrops
striking pavement with bare feet thumping
to the music of heartbeats breaking
i say forsake the elemental demiurge
and splurge on a thousand year vacation

What have we come to
All this loneliness and desecration
Is nothing sacred
Is it all just a spectacle of naked bodies
Gyrating against inevitable decimation
Thrusting our hips
To time’s invulnerable rhythms
Life is a date without a curfew
But few know what’s in store
Have we lost our beacons
Do we know how to navigate
In a storm the size of a tornado