Eyeballs return their messages
After the dial tone
You find yourself silent
What a milestone
At twenty six
You are still a ******
Useless burdens
Learn to surf
It combines love with gravity
Strategies and striated lines
Fingers align
We incline our spines
And elevate our torsos
Mind the gap
A fabricated rip in time and space
Figuratively awake
We speak from our hearts
Your long time girlfriend
Is now a victim of indecision
Start talking or you’ll lose her
More than ever she needs your strength
Your friendship, your lips and your touch
Control the rush
And give time a chance to unwind
Mindless fingers linger on her legs
Can we beg for more
Or will we get usurped by the corridors
Cartons of milk left in defiance
Send me your elegant negligee
I neglected to beg your pardon
You neglected to say you were sorry
Phone calls reach dial tones
And we remove the stones from our sundials
Calendars are timeless timelines
Wild like waves
We break free of enslaved isotopes
Compose songs and poems
And attempt to drink atomic gold
From fountains of power
Houses are all just boxes
That we store our souls in
Gardens are living visions
Virtues are numberless
Hundreds of spirits join hands
In parks and paintings
We partake in equations of healing
Save me from my longing
For loving too much is a curse
And purses fall like hexes
Placing dents in your dresses
We undress our fences
And select our neighbors
To dance with

Desperately in need of a cigarette
Instead you puff on a carrot
Pull off your shirt
I see your hurt lungs are struggling
You are juggling too much
Put everything down for awhile
And learn to cope with the worst of it
Youth is bursting with liquid
Fit it all into a cup and drink
Frothy steam and lust
Struggles to remain furnished
Bandage the sore bruises
With rolls of reusable toilet paper
Garbage and waste baskets
Sound is our currency

A poem with no form
Is like a cat without a home
A homosapien needs communication
Like a king requires a throne
A blatant infrastructure to remain fixated upon
Glued to a retirement package you've outgrown
Love fizzled away after several months
And now you are left with lumps of coal
Stuck in your throat like shadows in a hole
These drunken noodles are truly unruly
So we worship ancient poetry inscribed upon a bowl

There is dirt on our phones
So we polish them with our bones
Combine pine-cones and pyramids
To see the stars in your eyes
They are dry like the desert
But perhaps we are thirsty eagles
Advancing along the edges of oblivion

Keep yourself clean
And dream of my heart
We never parted
We just left each other alone
For to die happy is to find your home
So comb the sand
And do handstands alone
When you remove the demands
From your sentences
And speak in sweet undertones
You'll see the feelings
That you've already known
From here to there we've grown
Into our houses and homes
I'm waiting for you to return
Like ocean waves on better days
You once sprinkled water upon my soul

Good Food
Good ***
Good Friends
Good Medicine
Good Work
Good Environments
Good Meditation
Good Music
Good Seclusion
Good Education
Good Books
Good Entertainment

You beg the holy beggars;
To protect you, as you smudge with sage and feathers,
And pray that they’ll select you,
For the Shaman of the Year award.

Or perhaps you'll finally be nominated;
For a spiritual Grammy, or a proper Oscar.
Not that you'd even notice, of course,
Because your ego was transcended,
Such a long time ago, in that sacred age of copper;
Oh rather, how confounded, memory can be;
For upon your word, you now recall it all too well,
It was certainly, ah yes, such a silly mistake, you see;
There could be no question about it, an age of gold, indeed.

Among these sacred waters
We see our souls
Reflected in finger-paints
Landscapes of residual horror
Parlor tricks are imminent
So you finish them off quickly
There are limits to our equations
As different situations
Require different attire
Lions dine upon your corpse
Like sordid isotopes
Re-posted paragraphs lost
In solitary envelopes
Require forever stamps
While sand storms
Dance on your eyelashes
You hesitate to cry
With eye-shadow on your eyelids
Please note that
I never meant to pry
Though i cannot deny
That it frequently happened

Hundreds of candles
Burning simultaneously
Posthumously spinning
Himself into a thousand pieces
Fingerprints embodied
In glossy copies
Respect is too little
Fingers are too brittle
Keep moving towards your passion
Lily’s smell like candy
**** right they do
So let’s agree to disagree
You are free to believe
Whatever you'd like
If symphonies are streams
In which strings are dreams
That frequently
Get watered down
Then some pineapple juice
Sounds about heavenly
To me right now

Crossing the street
Blindfolded
Hold my hand
From where you came
To where you are going
Hours demand
A fallen sacrifice
Lightning
Seeks
Your attention
Don't mention it
We begin again
To make amends
And mend our linens
Before we wash them
In public spaces
Shadows remove
Their spectacles
And let's be honest
With ourselves
Or at least
Aspire to be sincere
It appears that
Our mutual feelings
Are in arrears
These days
As leap years burn
Your holy garments
Old shirts are torn
From the holes
Within our firmaments
Young brides must tackle
Insubstantial problems
Like how many  
Triangles are born
From uniting two
Hollow spheres
Yet to solve them
Must forever remain
Closer to impossible

Lands of love are lost like missing continents
Remove your power cords from faulty sockets
Rockets to the moon keep time to your tune
Truces are too much to ask for
Did you sour this moment
Loud like two lovers moaning
Phony people throw pebbles into the deep
Are you awake or pretending to sleep
Do we dream or do we think
Keep streams clean
Instead throw your rocks at people

Jumper cables
Next door
Neighbors
Hourglasses
Sad lives
Justify
Hungry eyes
We deny
Compassion
Hunted
Lawyers
Doomsday preachers
Feelings
Swept
Beneath
These sheets
We create
Concrete prisons
Give ourselves
Invisible guards
Control is impulsive
So for once
Just smile
Create a marvel
And if
You dare
To dream
You will
Be esteemed
By radical
Beauty

a child, portable and small
respects the walls that you’ve made
these are not their cage but your shelter
self-culture is affluent not arrogant
sand mandalas are as tall as waterfalls
golden rainbows pour from the faucet in the sky
like mighty images wisdom bridges
the gaps in our imagination

the Moon’s shadow is spurned by her lover
our minds feel their own gravity
target practice is indifferent to your feelings
still we are healing from our tragedies
one calamity after another
until we discover we are all one family
what a monumental occasion
this moment’s grace is unparalleled
by any other
what is happening
is this a part of my reality
or did i transgress someone’s authority
if we believe in love
will all our efforts to deny it
eventually become unnecessary

Thank God for darkness
Shallow water is a lifesaver
Bathtubs filled with vinegar
Hunting parties leave at dawn
They return with soda and cigarettes
And limitless regrets
Totalitarian regimes
Festering in your subconscious
I am allotted one apple per day
And dance on the way to your funeral
Look into the eyes of darkness

Hungry for your legs
Lips and teeth tethered to my heart
Jumper cables may be required to get it started
Once we begin there is no telling where it will end
If we start we may never stop
For Lust is hungry
And Trust is grumpy
So let’s just move along
Before dawn returns with our check
Correct me if i'm wrong  
You are the owner of this cigarette
And a handful of tunes
Remorse is the course you've taken
Sitting beside a lake of fire
Or is it a side of fries that you're after
Lines on the table and cold soup in your eyes
What a waste of space and time
Lying is grotesque
Either we are complex characters
Or I was dreaming of someone else
My heart is broken apart at the seams
My insides spill onto everything
I see myself in nothingness
No more identity, no more intensity
Only time left for rest stops and hi-fidelity
Lead graphs require #2 pencils
These fingers were made for tracing your soul
Give up control and collapse on your way home
As red-headed stepchildren unfold their own
Grief grows strong
Long ago we mourned for this moment
Destiny is a song returning
Remembering our strength
We engage with ferocious obscurity
A lot of living is at the cost of curiosity
We know that the world is full of atrocity
But if you buyout your own grave
And franchise some slaves
Then perhaps you will get the chance
To deepen your stakes in this life

Love is a daughter to kindness.

Lessons of laughter
Lifetimes of giving
Sing for the spring
People are dancing

Why explain anything?

Are you excited to embark on your journeys?
To lands of honey with volcanoes and cigarettes.
Monks are meditating in your closet.
Behind closed doors you wear eyeliner and long stockings.
While wild foxes are chasing after your soul.

Seldom do we wonder
At our own defenses
When lies are spreading
You run for cover of your fences
Underneath roofs and ceilings
You speak of the One
Who knows all your secret dealings
In the fire and the snow
The rainbow often turns yellow
Our ancestors dance on the edge of a needle
Blessing the fragments of your incarcerated heart
Imprisoned impermanence
Life is a lesson
Drunk on gypsum and water
You repeat this guttural embargo
Can we dance
Or do we follow
Grief is the missing piece in your puzzle
Saltwater runs down your face
I erase the razor’s path
Hundreds of fireflies insist you are their lover
In the diamond’s eye you become another
Sultry siren
Tumultuous teenagers breathe light and fire
Listen to the river going underneath your houses
Remove your clothes and wander in your underwear
With lungs of fire
You tread toward the tower
If you are stubborn enough
You may one day be discovered

One soul speaks through all beings. Do you feel your breath this instant? Listen to your gut. So much for laughter that never hurts.
Maybe that's true if only for less than a minute.
But prisons have rhythmic fences. And sentences are full of repetitive dissonance.
Listen to inflections upon inflections of assonant elements.

Permanent renegades find solace in their bank accounts.
Routine check-ups in tenements are redundant.
As are our abundant landlords.
Saddled with debt, sandwiched between apartments and developments.
It's a cantankerous day in the city.
Our feet are fired up. Like living in an aquarium.
A solarium is a serpent's ideal apartment.
Kindness is always humble.
So I stumbled into your arms and found my retirement package.

Goddesses blush upon your arrival. Is it survival or just a coping mechanism? Balance on your legs for a thousand centuries and still i’d deny you your certitude. Perfume is a cascade of scents. Fences are reticent at best. What is relevant is not often necessary and what is necessary is rarely self-evident. We select our endings. Like ballplayers place bets on their enemies. We keep the bases clean and covered with dirt. Perfect your hurt and your punishments will be well earned. Lunches are times for nourishment and I am amused by this divertissement.

Plus one please. Receipts are a dollar short and much too cheap. I sleep in pools of butter. Stuttering your way through the crowd. I am proud of my accomplishments.
A lot of stress was mitigated by your watery eyebrows. I am a crowd to myself. Less wealth than merriment. So much mirth and perplexity in the same place. Her body was just a fantasy. Lands of ladies who seek honey for their military campaigns.

I am dreaming of millions of kangaroos, bouncing on top of a plateau.

Join me in the snow. I plowed it all for you. Look into my eyes and read the lines you could not find. I am blind to your joy, like similes of kindness written in braille. The scent of love is hidden between blankets and sheets that you could never again wash clean.

Before your words have echoed in the dawn, I have known them all along. Before the silence on your lips kissed my own, I was sure that I'd been alone. Before the emptiness in your heart spoke aloud, I'd wondered what went wrong. But now that I've heard the sound, I only choose to love this ground. I am patient as the snake for the time we take for granted is such a waste. Dream with power and wisdom shorn from the old skin that you've worn. Let the soul be ripped and spirit torn apart by the crippled hands the world forsake. Don't worry cause it won't be long, before your heart and mine will become one form. Surrender to this epic love and you're mind and body shall become the lioness' battle song. Roar into the dreary night, escape this pain and melt this frozen fright. Every time you caught my eye, I could feel my spirit rise into the sky. Every time you spoke to me, my heart beat in reciprocity. Take my love into your breath and it let it heal all that's left of past loneliness and regret.

Swarms of wasps infest your houses.
Cannabis is smoked on the horizon.
Plants watered and driveways paved.
Your life is about how much money you've saved.
What a sad and lonely way to die.
If a pair of pliers and a phone call,
Could have saved your life.
Then the price of anything,
Is probably just a little bit too high.

Long legs are in this season.
So bring your own cameras.
Prom-queens dream of deflowering each other,
To the sounds of ******* pounding.
Hundreds of tears falling simultaneously.
Who paints these images.
Situations are limited,
Don't you think?
These rifts between the continents.
Indeed, fit together quite nicely.
Are you romantic or just pedantic?
Lands of love are lost like missing contact lenses.
So remove your power cords from faulty sockets.
Rockets to the moon keep time to your tune.
I wonder if truces are too much to ask for?
Did you sour this moment?
By being too loud or intrusive,
While the angels are all moaning,
Phony people throw pebbles into rivers.
Are we awake or are we dreaming?
Keep streams clean,
And instead throw your rocks at people!

Oh what an elegant tragedy we aspire to be.
So satisfy me with your mystery.
We speak different languages. A dialogue of impulse and similes.
Similar to the way you moved with purpose and attitude.
I was bound to attract your attention.
I recall the falling feathers of our fathers.
Like sand washed out to sea.
Bleak eternities spent in separate parts of reality.
Reality’s basements are being washed clean.
Flooded with water and covered with the dampness of feathers.
Feet rustling on the pavement. We beg for entertainment.
Company is coming over. To discuss plumbing and retirement.
Jumper cables upon your refrigerators.
I look into your eyes to deduce the algorithms for remembering.
Your blemishes are no longer rubbing me.
Your lungs were made for pumping oxygen and steam.
Yet we keep it airtight and dry. While aliens were coming for my eyes.
Your irises were dreaming of me. Meaning is always fleeting.
So I borrowed your compassion.
And danced on the Sun. You turned into a living goddess.
But you became just a memory to me. For freedom is never free.
It’s always drifting between sarcasm and sandwiches.
And it can never EVER be found on Reality TV.

Multiple timelines recite your name
Drunk on meaning and unable to walk
Give yourself space
For once you’ve tasted grace
Nothing else can ever sate you

Gardens of sound blossom when found
Underground rivers slip into our dreams
Burning oil in lanterns made from rusted metal
Tiny fingers record your victories
Wasted lifetimes spent fighting over conquered ground

Fake staircases lead everywhere.
On the road to recovery we burn our bridges frequently.
Blessed license we share.
So please take care of yourself.
Bend the rules and find the fragments you’ve discarded.
In invisible waters you sold your soul.
Bought like gold from fingers deep below the surface.
Love remains unrequited.
Lightning.
Fly into the dawn.
Long stories are outworn.
Pornographic elements.
Seldom do we return to our innocence.
But when we do it's a virtue not a vice.
A vision not a fight or flight reaction.
Limits dissolve like colors.
Lost in retribution.
You sought revenge and instead found salvation.

She gambles with gamma rays
Me eyes don’t know what to say
The mind says run but my heart won’t stay away
I don’t want to play these games
Gamma rays are deadly
But so is love
I run for the cover of a supermarket
Rather than take part in your midnight circus
The lotus eaters are at the theater
They speak of love but deny their own teachers
Your face is formed from the ether
While breathing life like feedback from a speaker
I sneak a look at your homework
And check your answers against
The virtuous serpents of my imagination

looking out through a sea of disenchantment
her heart is breaking and his breath is labored
she cries softly into the ear of night
and though night whispers that everything will be alright
in this moment all is lost and nothing gained
all is a cost and nothing is the same
the piercing point has hit its mark
and our sky has grown bitter and dark
as justice requires virtue and courage
our faith is kindled solely by our spirit

i witness bliss in your destruction
a serendipitous demolition
with precision you tear apart
the remainder of my heart
and inflect the blessed pain of love

her fading shadow
for a moment passed
before the sand dunes
and her silhouette was ****
reposition that rusty sailboat
and let me take
another look at you
before you drift away
for good

the path that lies ahead
is knotted and webbed
with woven wanderlust
imagine the weeds and roots uprooted
all this came to her instantly
in flashes she could barely capture
the thoughts flooded her skull
skillfully she muttered
important sounds that shook her soul
with a tremble and a tingling in her bones
her whole body became the earth
bountiful daughter
are you everywhere at once
or still in bed when no one's home
in this journey i am lost
longing unto nothing
and captured by the glow
in love with union
he spent most nights alone
or were they ever really there
to keep him company through the darkness
those solitary passengers of time
still the flicker of a candle
reminds him of the fire in her eyes

listen to the falling leaves
hear them saying
all they need
is to be carried
upon the breeze
forever falling on our knees
is the most intelligent way to be
and guarantees that we
will remain as humble
as an ancient tree
giving love in perpetuity
yet born from a single seed

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

When death comes to hang out, i wonder if he bring his own rope?

who has given our mind the slip
i split my side for this
the unconditioned mind
can not be framed
it is not deranged or strange
its free from estrangement
it is liberated finally
from the false company
of reason and melancholy
let's leave the grieving for later
first we need to run for the door
so move it out of the way
or use it faithfully
and if you lose your shirt
i’ll buy you another one
on the runaway runway
she gave birth to her beauty
i swore under my breath
that you’d be the last one left standing
what has become of my promises
are we denying the truth of our origins
when we came here there was no hope
and now there is plenty
look at what you gave me
i am richer than i ever was
richer than a king
could hungry eyes behead me  
lifetimes of lies despise their absence
despite being present
of course it costs first-hand resources
as first-world wars are lost
to the source of our fragile origins
burning man landed in your lap again
a frightful attack on our senses
the senseless lack of penmanship
bandits and negligence
i am frequently reminded
of those torn bandages
or was it our marriages
and i’ll never be able to forget
those times we danced naked in paris

thank you for finding me worthy
i’m a turret on your castle
i add firmness to your mattress
and a blessing on your crown
are we drowning in beauty
they cannot define what i am after
its all about living from the heart
the spineless children of our vision
deny imprisonment
how did we lose our way
what struggles have we faced
what virtues gained
have we lost our reason
or seen a higher way
are we collapsing
or just fading into our reality
like camouflage
we blend in
to the apparent background
like scenery and landscapes
party boats and isotopes
hand me some rope
the ****** tragedy
of landslides and eyeliner
finders keepers
women-haters
seek the immovable source
the connection point
upon which space and time are lost
lest we be accused of running on empty
lunging at the dawn with spears
for we are neither here nor there
who will keep me company
when i am alarmed but not amused
the reckless attitudes
mentally tired of being used
without reward
and if you get ******* enough
then there might be some truth
in whatever it is you are about to do

lifetimes of frequencies vibrating in the sky
the endless bliss we tried to deny
limestone pyramids with capstones awry
we projected our shadows onto a wall
some were short and others tall
you purchased a flute from a gypsy’s supply
our breath is bubbling beneath the surface of alveoli
landscapes quake and we shake in our shadows
dry are the plains after your isolation
i came wandering just to look into your crystal eyes
and stand as tall as the rainbow is high
from one fountain we drank away our emptiness
lest we forget our pain and be done with it
these incorporeal corporations cradle our consciousness
as we sat straddling our ambivalence
the ambiguity too perplexing
it was all relatively deafening
and now i ease my way out into the street
to greet the knot-tyer in the midst
of mid-summer’s rising tidal wave of heat

thunder cackles in the morning
a witch is a woman
with any amount of wisdom
your words are as bland as coffee
and the dandelions are talking
for i am permanently amused
by vicissitudes and antelopes
and aggregates of moods
feelings and isotopes
hanging by psychotropic ropes
firmly financed by our fingertips
lifetimes triangulated in transitions
farm the fallow fields
and try to heal the poppies
dropping numbers
and putting aside our copies
a simulacrum of similes and shortages
as field mice and farmhands
dance on saturn’s rings
despite all of jupiter’s complexities
your complexion is never shallow
and i swallow seawater
to embrace the sweet finality of life