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Oct 2018 · 418
Eye-so-metrick
bring me your eyes
as an offering
and spare me your comfort
i am a broken heart
and you are my bleeding
it feels like an escape
but its really a mission
lifetimes of ambition
drift towards perdition
are you even aware of
what it is that you're feeding
Oct 2018 · 672
these moods
seek the truth
and see through the *******
you reveal the visions
of beauty and freedom
and confirm impermenant melodies
on isolated themes of driftwood
we observe those moods
we never could describe
as the ancestors lie
beyond our reach
but come to teach us salvation
they guide you
on your way to emancipation
romance may be sweet
but we are in need of victory
and if defeat is not an option
then this might just be a prelude
to the end of another symphony
Oct 2018 · 315
all is well
its in your blood the words that flood
but turn to mud when you don’t speak them
surrender outrage and set the stage for your victory
all is well i can tell by the way
you handled yourself in their company
Oct 2018 · 1.8k
death as well
the light is never mightier
than right before the night
life without sight is a cliche
but for now we must say goodnight
for all the ladies are right
that i am awakening
tread lightly for life is mightier
than our petty plights
to overcome our minds
but the ego is sublime
replied the ironic therapist
festering in the bruised
corners of your cabinets
like ripe fruit
you soothe my headache
late for bed and early to rise
can make you dead as well as wise
Oct 2018 · 543
our equivalent tomorrow
Gone are the movements and the bruises
You used to find wandering in the bushes
Should we wait to be reminded (or removed)
Or invite ourselves to their dinner banquets
Sandwich the lies and divide the fines
Between all the guilty parties
Start writing in between the lines
That sanity is truly overrated
Frustrated destinies play
Their rightful part in our symphonies
And restraints are sometimes necessarily elevated

Restore thy faith as grapes from dusty blossoms
Are draped across our tapestries
The goddess reclines in the vines
While we drink her internal smile
And are reminded of a kindness
That is denser than your musty spray of grace
Whenever we have busted through the fray
To find our equivalent tomorrow

Today is the wedding of the breath
It meets the edge of a melting glacier
And the ice queen sinks her teeth into your neck
If you would just bequeath her your health
You'll be pleased to let her stay awhile
You'll find the mild weather a respite
From all your infernal traveling
These frozen hours deny our living
While being hunted for your truth
You are getting used to it, being used that is
So remove the curtains and dance ****
For I suppose we may just be getting the hang of it
bring me your eyes
and offer me your comfort
i am a broken heart
and your are my bleeding
it feels like an escape
but its really a mission
lifetimes of ambition
can quickly drift away

combine memory and meaning
but leave the fruits to the hungry
leave the spirit to its spying
and know that i am blindly
comforted by your anger
satisfy my superstitious lightning
and i'll justify your mind
from behind a pile of beautiful lies
i feel you twisting up my spine
Oct 2018 · 445
seeds of hope
my mind is scattered through the trees
my thoughts spread out like leaves
we are tiny specks of dust
so where can we place our trust
in the seeds of course
they are our inheritance
on this sacred earth
the wisdom in the soil
the reason why we’ve toiled
for centuries
is to become like seeds
they deliver us to our destiny
destined to believe
in the goodness of deeds
if forever we plant
the medicines we need
then floods of enlightenment
are already on the horizon
control your appetite
become the flight of eagles
remove the mindless tyrants
from their idle towers
feathers are forgotten
on the lonely shores of eden
while we remain faithful
to the beauty of the seasons
Oct 2018 · 60
earth angels
my mind is scattered through the trees
my thoughts spread out like leaves
we are tiny specks of stardust
so where can we place our trust
you respond, thus:
amidst the cement and rust
if we want to turn it all around
we must only cast our gaze
upon the holy ground
its in the seeds, of course
they are our inheritance
on this sacred earth
the wisdom in the soil
the reason why we’ve toiled
for centuries
is to become like tiny seeds
and when planted on our knees
they deliver us to our destiny
destined to believe
in the goodness of deeds
if forever we plant
the medicines we need
then the tides of enlightenment
are already flooding the horizon
control your appetite
become the flight of eagles
remove the mindless tyrants
from their idle towers
all your feathers were forgotten
on the barren shores of eden
yet its always been the same
that some earth angels remain
who are faithful to your beauty
and sensitive to your pain
when you serve in god’s name
remember to be tame
and not to seek fame
surrender blame
and forsake healing the lame
just be and be blessed
and let the divine tend to the rest
it may be hard
it may be trying
but keep on smiling
care for the dying
and at times hold space
for the crying children
do not be mean
or cold or disheartened
instead let your compassion
unfold like a flower
and be a source of harmony
and comfort
to those who need your support
for love is wild and free
just like birds and bumblebees
and if you don’t agree with me
than that’s ok too
just be true to you
like the sweetest honey in the hive
you are already full of beauty
Oct 2018 · 213
wonder bred of the djed-eye
wonder bred of the djed-eye

(the resurrection and the miracle of the loaves and fishes explained briefly)

Jesus said, "Whoa! She burned a hole in uncertainty."
Mary replied, "The shelf life of a loaf of infinity, is exponentially longer than its expiration date."
Jesus said, "Amen, fishes!"
The misty mystery is always laughing,
and coiling in silent spirals, right beneath our nose.
Oct 2018 · 520
against all odds
We were born
from the clouds,
and immediately  
you turned me
upside-down,
and started singing
in the shower.

Throw me a line,
if you find the time,
i know i'd really like
to catch up with you.

We are all inclined to wander.
We are all inclined to ponder,

Our origins
or if you must
our source,
but lets try to trust
that we are probably
here for some purpose (or other).

Of course that
may be clear
to some of you;
yet to others
its just a fog,
or an ephemeral haze,
of lust and musty smells.

The lingering pain
that dwells
between these shells,
when we confess our faults.

That we are all just
lonely houses,
built on pools of quick-sand,
with glands and nervous systems
that can no longer bear
to heed the soul's
commands.

Why should it make sense,
these feeble attempts
at understanding?

When its all a stance
we take against the odds,
to wager that our lives
were evenly tossed,
like the throwing of darts,
or the casting of dice.

Left spinning on thin ice,
like shopping carts
left in the gap space.

What will take our place
after we face
the ultimate stakes
tonight?
Oct 2018 · 165
Trust issues
A. Never trust anyone, that doesn't owe somebody, some amount of money.

B. Never trust, anyone, that doesn't owe you money.
Oct 2018 · 884
two elephants
liver is nothing new
but liberty is a finer stew
james of the woods
john of the cage
rest in these glades for awhile
for rest stops abound
only on a southbound train
heading nowhere
near your destination
you undress the millions of dollars
you have hidden in your sneakers
your feet are bankers
and your shoes undertakers
remnants of the ancient soul
drown in the pounding rain
you whiten your hair in the snow
and wipe off the dust and dirt
that’s gathered round the stove
frozen like compound interest
between two relative fingerprints
this mist is just as close as your nose
and your feet are two dancing elephants
engaged in drunken rhetoric
they fund two lumpy stockings
with a legacy of coal
and **** these empty cottages
rented in the heat of summer
till the blackest ashes turn white
you churn the butter
through the dampness of the night
until the rose of morning
is ready to ignite
the flight of the seagull
comes with no warning
and the sound of a star falling
is what whets your appetite
Oct 2018 · 930
sapience (lost)
lets salvage this shipwreck
and make it float again
i am a man
and a man must have a mast
i am a sailor
and you are a tailor
but what is that to Thee
our destinations may be great
but our destiny is incomplete
so many hours of anticipation
while we were lost at sea
now is the time
to retire your vagrancy
and you can expect
a new set of clothes
to adorn your subtle body
yes respect is a burden
unless it dwells within
for then you'll grow
steady like a mountain
and stronger than a tree
and your soul is as wide
as any canyon
that i ever did see
and this gift of sapience
is definitely not reserved
solely for you or me
Oct 2018 · 155
praise for the goddess
Come now my love
Lets begin to offer up our praise
For the Earth, the Sky and Sea
Bless the sacred rivers and waterways
To which we all must come to drink
Lets plunge our fragile psyches
A holy trinity of spirit, mind and body
Into the vast ocean deep
And how much better off we’ll be
Then if we were to sit upon this ground
And pretend what great souls are we
Oct 2018 · 597
entangled in your smile
i collect and then call
feet first you fall
into my arms
some lovers are charmed
i will make my mark
no doubt about it
so don't be alarmed
when it all fits together
so perfectly
like thousands
of individual pieces
in a puzzle
i am in trouble
i knew the moment
that i saw you
that you’d find a way
to take my breath away
until i'd crave your name
in everything i see
its really all your play
so please come
show me the way
that you'll lie down
upon the ground
of oblivion today
i bow to the sea
and kiss the shells
below the swells
that never cease
for when we met
it felt like a knife
had finally cut
through the darkness
and i wept like a camel
at the promise
of our entanglement
Oct 2018 · 84
wrong statuses (revised)
stores of goods and stories of the gods
rest heavily upon our shelves
we made stones from the heavens
and placed them underneath our beds
logical arguments are overrated
so satiate me with your longing
or the sight of your long legs
and whichever comes first
know that i will gratefully accept
Oct 2018 · 276
retired apparatuses
wrong statuses or retired apparatuses
i am hunting for meaning in this lake of fire
your gardens of wonder are filled with beauty
but rust is the color of your tablecloth
i shudder to think that love comes so cheap
she is a breath of fresh air
and i am all hair, teeth, songs and fingernails
she is a fragrance in the dawn
a herd of horses thirteen strong
she is the trickle of a gentle spring
and i tread lightly upon nothing
yet this sunshine is doing its task sublimely
and i think the grief inside my heart
might slowly be melting in the heat
Oct 2018 · 66
wrong statuses
stores of goods rest upon our shelves
we make stones and place them in our beds
logical arguments are overrated
so satiate me with your longing
or the sight of your long legs
and whichever comes first i will accept
Oct 2018 · 1.2k
dining etiquette
restaurants take your shadows
and remove your clothes like linen napkins
tablecloths embody all that was ever on them
but you are still the nakedest of all
burned rubber on the pavement
is this the thanks you gave for our engagement
send it all back to the drawing board again
i spent millions on your friends
so lend me the love you borrowed
show me the lines you’ve narrowed down to nothing
i am a something controlled by the one thing
love is my leader and where it goes i’ll follow closely
you are my existence without you i’d be nothing
justice is my father and he is all about our sovereignty
light is our dignity in these final hours of infamy
ignominious liars taste the funeral pyres eventually
all will rot within this tired melting *** of inequality
and when dinner is ready your chambers shall be empty
Oct 2018 · 713
kaolin monks
what fragrant letters you’ve left lingering before me
i am the magazine’s most faithful follower
i worship only copy and devour context as if it were holy
truly life is meaningless unless it is bound or print in glossy
Oct 2018 · 378
the color of your laughter
the mind has no limits
it slips beyond all your theories
there is no magical hypothesis
that can contain your thesis or antithesis
all of our stories are limitless prisms
engaged to refract the light
but photons do not dance for just one party
they are infinite slivers of eternal consciousness
biologically inclined to dine upon your reason
all our satiated afterthoughts
are but the decadent crumbs leftover
from another lunchtime philosophy session
time to clean the dishes of your mind
and find the china that sparkles
beyond your wildest imagination
insight and clarity, the luminous perspicacity
to really see anything clearly
i adore you but if you choose ignorance
i will have to head for the hills
like a lonely gambler in a movie
forms are poems left in stone
and our setting souls know no remorse
yet still i moan and count the colors of you laughter
Oct 2018 · 94
the real ig
television is the modern day antithesis
to the principles of liquid chromotography
these insipid strategies that strip us of our integrity
as sepia tones are to be reserved solely for those souls
who eat mouthfuls of avocado toast on the daily
while real hippopotamuses only take pictures of memories
they can post in high definition on their instagram feed
Oct 2018 · 68
wonder bred of the djed
The shelf life of infinity is exponentially longer than its expiration date.
Oct 2018 · 83
holy chaos
She burned a hole in uncertainty.
Oct 2018 · 788
drowning in our cars
the world has shifted its weight again
its standing on utterly new legs
with eyes like bridges you turn to fishing
i sweep the carpets and close the windows
another case of barnyard blasphemy
from the wilderness we return
on rafts made from caskets and firewood
to flag the stars and wage war on all the cars
that are left abandoned on our highways
Oct 2018 · 127
yesterday's fingerprints
like sacred clowns we fell down
in the cold of yesterday's fingerprints
and laughed at ourselves
have we finished eating those memories
i see you are once again resting
upon your established positions
gone are the rivers and the givers
so forever we will shiver  
while laughing at ourselves
are we finished with these watered down drinks
or do we sink to the bottom of the stream
like watered down drunks
we punched the edges of our seams
and demanded attention from your daughters
control your ambitions
and you may not get slaughtered
or perhaps you will anyway
for no one is safe in this hay pile
like needles we must wrestle with our own edges
and demand that the entrails be read
form is a figment of the imagination
and your eyes have the pigment
that i have always yearned for
please return the urns
that you’ve borrowed from those owls
whose looms are purposefully empty
like rooms without a view
you’ve burned plenty of carpets
and i'm surprised how it still amazes me
when money is shed like fleas from your armpits
Oct 2018 · 1.1k
for healing
these preserves are reserved for the children
infinite hours till immanent destruction
since you left i am all perspiration and fear
and gone are the tears of yesterday's inhalation
these fragrant leaves of grass are bound to our carriages
will forensics seal the deal once we are too blind for healing
in demented restaurants and lakeside beauty pageants
your saddles and mounts are rented out for our entertainment
Oct 2018 · 95
breath of life
leverage your mind and body
against space and time
face the fire of your fears
life’s tests are real
they are here to teach you
how to breathe
Oct 2018 · 880
common-lore marriages
sweet dreams to the dismal things
on the shores of an apocalypse
perhaps we are day-dreaming
breathing in these noxious fumes
consuming our own impermanance
is it ignorance of law
or the lure of the commons
that has doomed you
to inhaling all this perfume
threads of light scintillate the moon
an uncommon fuse
forged between your heart and the sun
so come dance and drift
in between rifts of space and time
that melancholy face
oh how i’d love to hold it in my hands
and stand up against you
i never stopped to over-stand you
don't think about it just let it out
before it consumes you
as fast as a spray from a humpback whale
the powers are receding
and we are needing to refill our cups
brunt and blunt like coconuts
what a stunt you pulled
how did you know
that they'd let you get away with it
its phenomenal the mood you instigated
a repatriation of the delegated fields
free of spite and allocated yields
until we became two foolish flowers
that now must die
in order to perpetually bloom
Oct 2018 · 1.1k
concupiscent dreams
i am higher than the sun
a million miles above the one
who controls the sky
i am a record keeper
a handler of snakes
and retribution is my middle name
i am palmistry
i am sandalwood
i am a refuge and a grave
i am a paperweight
i am a slave

i see the dream space opening and closing
its talking to me
she makes faces at the fading light of the stars
do we trust our visions or are we prisoners of reason
the faceless, the voiceless wanderers
drifting in underwater color schemes
concupiscent dreams
the netherworlds beckon to us
we can't help but heed their liquid calling
i am boiling in my bathtub
joining hands and hearts
we rub away the stars from our bodies
and come clean to ******* whistling
the meandering echoes
of our fantasies
in lands of allegory and unstained wisdom
remnants of our ancestors
dancing their embodiment
with slews of musical instruments
and brews of medicine and healing herbs
we are finding the magic in our icons again
like diamonds drifting between realities
the coming satisfaction is becoming less and less attractive
so you suggest we take a deep breath
and get back to making love
Oct 2018 · 528
ancestral monkeys
your magnetic eyes and thighs
that never lie but speak twice as much as the truth
i am abused by your delirious laughter
i am amused at your shattered theater
i have become a drowning servant
abhorred in your servitude
loathe to whisper the tenderest secrets
so free me from the violet waters
the drones of laughter and suffering
the hours spent in your beatific company
i monitor the arrangements we’ve made in wonder
some claim that we are descended from the dead
and others from ancestral monkeys
some claim we are a wild combination of proteins
and others that we spontaneously came into existence
from whence there was only stardust
but i know that no matter what they say
we all share the same destiny and destination
and i'm contemplating if i am truly ready
to be released by trial and error
and surrender to the heat and flames
upon the frying pan of love
Oct 2018 · 1.0k
fragmented beings
lets release unnecessary tension
i am not surprised that you arrived here
we all reach this shore eventually
and we can only remain indefinitely
so come now we must speak freely
and release the ego’s defenses
now is a respite from mind
as life is blind
and fire is destructive
unless you learn to contain it
for then it transforms into radiant virtue
like a serpent and a vulture intertwined
a flame that never yields
i speak of a thousand rivers
who each have the power to heal you
let's swim naked in amazement and wonder
let's contain the cosmos in our smiles
let's adventure on the path of sacred warriors
and breathe beauty from our noses
slip slide along the coast line
life is like a zip line
and its fine if you smack into a cliffside
cause you'll get a brand new set of fingerprints
i am a complex sentence
i am an unformed question
you are the iris’ extension
you are bliss
you are lifting up my world
and i am peeking under your carpet
i swear i had lost my mind
but you found it reclining on the couch
i swore that there were no more secrets
and you revealed my insecurity
life is a queen
and in fragmented dreams
she keeps me clean as a star
Oct 2018 · 262
fruitful deeds
i saw a trader the other day who stood out by the road
and in his basket he had many fruits and vegetables for sale
i spotted plantains and chayote
and asked how much they would cost
he held out his hand and waved to me
and said he wouldn’t take a penny
I asked him why this sudden spur of generosity
and he said not to worry
it was a gift from the heavens, truly
and it’d be best if i left off this inquiry

so i thanked him profusely
and said goodbye humbly
he just smiled and i could see his essence shining
he was more than a simple trader
he was truly a divine being
who had incarnated as a merchant
in order to disguise his fruitful deeds
Oct 2018 · 455
the midnight sun
life is a tragic symphony
beauty breeds discontentment
what you see is not what you get
and i bet you didn't want to know that
life is a compulsory education
a fantasy of feeling and obligations
bland as a meal with no spices
the soul heals our need for appetizers
and dessert is a victory
life is a palatial avalanche
organisms react to violence and relativity
we give breath to the midnight sun
and run with iron in our lungs
gone are the subjects and objects
who no longer have a place in our narratives
i take my time and avoid the highways
where thieves and derelicts roam
i choose the ocean and the mountains
and make the sky above the sea
a resting place between time and eternity
Oct 2018 · 80
mistaken affection
elemental neglect
the negligence of your body
the luminous display of your skin
the luster of the morning
brings me to my knees
again and again i beg for your lips
i feign submission
seeking your admission
that you already
know my intentions
before they are even spoken
combining strokes
as tokens of affection
with signals of misdirection
and what you have
is frequently mistaken for love
Oct 2018 · 70
threads of astral fire
the criminal element is lost
and you fought with your boss
its bound to be fraught with challenges
but that's what makes you stronger
all along the waters edge
the waves break and connect like threads
of poetry
lines of beauty
are curving at the moon
luminous intrusions before we are fallen
dreams seethe
with colorful landscapes
i am a blade of grass
with edges thin
as threads of astral fire
Oct 2018 · 1.2k
ions of everything
my lips quake as i bow to you
my heart shakes and trembles like a leaf
nature's temples wait and remind us of simplicity
are our minds as tranquil as a lake
do they reside in peaceful quiet
can we sense the edges of the wild
lines are changed and bodies rearranged daily
have you come into your power lately

i swallowed my pride but not my feelings
i give thanks for this healing
as my fingers lick your spine
i am blinded by your fury
we combine memory and poetry
lights are dancing
hunger abates and we must
face our fears with fealty
this light is bright
this life is mindless
kind of like a spiral
these burning brains
drain our storehouses
while we waste away our resources
like porous hourglasses
drip time like honey

i am a sign waving in the wind
singing my rhythms
from deep within
the water and the earth
are permanently hurting
shrouds of candid letters
leftovers that will forever
remain lonely
as isotopes of poetry
are the ions of everything
Oct 2018 · 197
tears and magic
I suspect you already know this
but i’ll mention it anyway
I still long for you every day
I sneak into your dreams and speak poetry
like a winged owl, i fly
beyond reason and touch the sky of longing
gone are our shadows
lost are our fears
all that remains are tears
and magic
which are here only for a second
until they too must disappear
Sep 2018 · 1.2k
a lesson learned
******* before the mirror of your soul
the tired throne of confusion
burns the illusion that we are all alone
what can compare to the hairs of the earth
is it a purse made from old shirts and words
as birds and feathers fled the forest's shelter
the burning embers head west
into the zone of the setting sun's dismemberment
are you perplexed or just scared sacred
death wasted on the fences
you shy away from sentences
that we both know
are just a little too close to home for comfort
i am a lonely poem portrayed
by an infinite number of frames of reference
so i claim my place in the heart of infinite wonder
as the thunder states your name
and screams your secrets into the stars
our hearts were always made from art
and we are being charged with negative ions
like the lions and dinosaurs that have come before us
our women lie freezing in the warmest of holes
so we comb the sand for diamonds
and try to make the land grow again
I am reprimanded for standing on one leg for too long
and begging you to come back home
if you glance towards me i’ll look away
as shade from a tree covers your face
was it a waste of speech
to try and crawl too deeply
into those feelings that you sought to deny
and what if we see each other again someday
will we wait for the other to acknowledge
that i was too much of a coward
to dance in the face of all that abstraction
at the edge of my comfort-zone
love falls into oblivion
a wastrel and a sparrow
as the cantankerous showers
start flowering in our folds
as growth is esteemed
so do we eventually redeem our own soul
Sep 2018 · 1.9k
what we attract
i am a phonographic record
and you are the ears that hear me
i cant compare my music
to malignant mammographies
and the phantasmagoria of cash
or to hash-browns and flapjacks
or to a purple field drowning in wisteria
yes, i am hysterical too
like elderberry syrup and cough drops
popping like its hot
so we japa till we drop, it all
yes, everything
so give it a chance
see your face in the reflection
of a pool of moonlight
a **** bather
a fool at the equator
equates to nothing
so i undress my unctuousness
a congruent confluence
like blood on an apartment building wall
a pox in your cereal boxes
flu shots and mandatory vaccinations
without informed consent
we are experiencing a loss of the immaterial
if we pamper ourselves with distraction
we attract the repulsive side of thy will
Sep 2018 · 114
Write ON!
when there is nothing else to do i write
when all the six tastes become one
when the idea of fun loses its meaning
when distraction has no longer won the game against awareness
when every day becomes the same essence

I write:
I write because i am alive
and because i wish to know the empty nature of the mind
i write because life is a story
and i am slowly becoming aware of the plot
i write because the characters are meaningful to me
i write because i am empty of conceptual authority
i write because of the phenomenology of awareness
i write because life is not separate from me

I write because lies and truth often appear the same
if we understand virtue
if we comprehend merit
if we seek enlightenment
then we must share it

it may be blasphemous
it may be unpopular
it may be delicate
it may be oracular

i'll write it anyway
Sep 2018 · 84
remix
remix the frequencies until our ears bleed
we are chaotic beings
and fried rice is pliant
and beyond plain to eat
are we compliant with these new rules
or do you yield to fear
and bear your fruit
to anybody who asks you to
her precious breath
yearns for warmth
and contact between the sheets
her body sways and grinds
her spine is a limitless ocean
her limbs are ropes to climb
they are towers and spires
filled with millions of subtle wires
she is noisy and delicious
they heard moaning
coming from the bedroom
as she came into her darkness
she held it and allowed it to shine
yet transformation is endless
its happening all the time
like underbellies rising
undercurrents entwining
she is sovereign and sublime
content to birth the world
from between her juicy thighs
no longer does she hunger
for your silly little lies
and yes her beauty is music
and its too bad really
that you happened
to be away for the night
Sep 2018 · 3.6k
silent p
i come cherishing and bearing gifts
figures of speech are my playthings
like furniture i am remodeled daily
and intuitively placed around your home
the finer things in life are free
so see me there upon your TV screen
i am electromagnetic static
that illuminates your blankets
and i am the black and white of advertisements
i am figures of forgotten speech
so record the unwatched programs
in your mind’s virtual memory
the hard drive of work and play
creates hundreds of new retirees each day
hundreds of haunted expatriates
knuckle-headed people
that couldn't tread lightly
even if they wanted to
so will you please untie me
and remove these binds and chains
it's time to free the lover from the psyche
for that is all she ever wrote
Sep 2018 · 4.6k
too late for dinner
look me in the eye and tell me that you love me
or was it all a sad story that you unconsciously believed
while you raided the fridge and fornicated wildly
too late is not really an acceptable position
and later on is usually an example of indecision
and sometimes specimens reject their predicaments
especially if they are eventually going to be your dinner
i am sure that i am here to usher in a new authority
resurrected like a phoenix i must be stronger than before
so even if forever is often equivalent to never
and september is the month of seven (or was it nine) serpents
that are to be reborn in the dawn of Time's obsidian
as our minds have spent oblivion in the forges
of turgidly engorged shores, torn from their former continents
as forms are always gripped in hands who choose intolerance 
take administrators, lawyers, bureaucrats and clerks;
as examples of this; par excellence
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the last performance
freed from time and space
we gave our last performance
you said it was sort of pompous
and a little too hollow
unlike the figure of the maid
who came back and left me my dinner
grief is a river i would never swim in
we undressed the girl wearing hemp
because you said grifters do it the best
and if heads are gonna roll tomorrow
so must our feet move on too
love is abundant and frequently dismayed
the moment you allow
another to enter your heart
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a violet apogee
in complete melodies
the frequencies i hear
can not be contained by anything
love is drifting through the hills
and you are home to its trills
she dreams of light, the fire bright
and full of crystal skulls and eyeballs
dozens of monuments are built
just to mark the moments
when we could have said i'm sorry
merge with the mountains
find the source of fountains
shine the diamond compass
if that's what you are really here for

broken dams are our business
feed the swans their luminescent lunch-boxes
duck for cover, its a wonder that we are all together here
that's clearly redundant
the tendency to dream
is the most important human faculty
its a tragedy that the lack of nuclear power
showers the atomic world in rainbows
as forlorn teenagers in the ice-age of America
govern our equipment from their parent's basements
and carouse with comfort upon chairs, cushions and couches

a million times the victory
a million miles of rope to weave
a million are the paths to god
and a million more are the souls
who've learned to cope with tragedy

i come cherishing and bearing gifts
figures of speech are my playthings
i am furniture remodeled daily
and intuitively placed around your home
the finer things in life are free
so see me there upon your television set
i am electromagnetic static
within the black and white of advertisements
i am figures of forgotten speech
so record the unwatched programs
in your mind’s virtual memory
the hard drive of work and play
creates hundreds of new retirees each day
hundreds of haunted expatriates
knuckle-headed people
that couldn't tread lightly
even if they wanted to
so will you please untie me
and remove these binds and chains
it's time to free the lover from the psyche
for that is all she wrote

i am a silent p
i am a violet apogee
i am a cosmic minority
i am a message in your tea leaves

but if you stand too long in my shoes
you’ll likely drown in solitude
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