there are no more words to speak
she is everything, i could ever need
poetess perplex me
with complex inflections, i don’t dare speak
you utter lightly
and parts of me alight, blindly

she sings in memories,
broken symphonies

she writes in lucid dreams,
her inner meanderings

she dances in emptiness,
the space between realities

the face that nature gave her
the eyes that hold untold favors
sweet scent of honeysuckle
light is her medicine bundle

she says:
use your head to live
use your heart to be happy

firelight swimming
amidst a sacred poison
i fear nothing so i run
come be one with me
its our only itinerary
which needs no reiteration
when love is cheering you on

cherish the dance alone
forms are swiftly forming
remove the stones from your imagination
you are not too far away from home
comb the shores of our emancipation
lies are abundant in these hills
and jobs are more scarce than sheep
but its still the thrill that turns me on
you come home and wipe your feet
and leave the dirt out in the street
life is without a center really, she said
come home, i've made you something warm to eat

morning light
angels proud of themselves
red sunset
look in the mirror
see the damp infants
limping
history is a seedling
feed it or free it
hours ago she left
for coffee and company
do you care to see her again
clearly its a butterfly
hungry for the caterpillar’s food
blood is used
reduced and coagulated
the storms are raging in the attic
pornographic finger-painting
panting and smashing
she lashes out in anger
lanterns are her favorite
these trees are our brothers
deepen and soften
kiss and listen to these secrets
you are sullen and forlorn
the impermanance of mourning
goats are born to roam
and eat
freedom seeks meaning
while history is dreaming
and i am all alone
in her company

there is attraction here
but i’m not sure what to do with it
shall i let it grow or just ignore it
what kind of world is this
with paradoxes everywhere
there are so many ways to justify your existence
who told you that you had to protect yourself from harm
ego and mind can never defeat the soul
and our eyes and hearts will never let go
of attachments and desires
how the samskaras echo and then unfold
just sit and breathe and it will shift
but only if you are willing to feel into all of it
where you are holding tension
is where you need attention the most
meditation is not meant to be a comfortable blanket
its a cold plunge designed to wake you up
sit up straight and let liberation dwell within you
the stars and the comets are in your heart tonight
so shift your attention and perspective
and elevate your inner directive
as filaments of the finest fibers
scintillate your mind and nervous system
the diamond light is already shining
i am wisdom personified
giver of judgement and the remover of blindness
as hunger and pain are all just names
for situations that remain the same
stammering forward she fell from the chair
and in the flash of a moment she was no longer there

perfect specimens
we are just testaments
to our own salvation
hesitant and resistant
to the elements
the firmament is watered down
stolen specimens
caress the elephants
cantankerous and dangerous
you know that we are
farther along than the beginning
but not quite at the end
feathers willing
i am spinning
in your love

i am a poet and still
i can’t comprehend these symbols
these missing heartbeats
and hours spent counting thimbles
i am perplexed by love
shall we seek herbs and remedies
lose ourselves in cures and compounds
must our inner territories be colonized
while we remain captivated by inconvenient theories
struck down by doubt and insecurity
the mind wields no ammunition
and yet its cavalry has desecrated the land
without the slightest sign of inhibition
or a trace of empathy, justice or compassion
will we make a new peace treaty
will the blessed earth be forgiven
and can the sweet essence of her children
comprehend the innocence of spring
oh how our hearts yearn for dancing
still you spend your dollars and your pennies
but give your emptiness to the king
i eat oats and honey cooked upon the fire
while you distill golden nectar from the garden of desire
in the ancient inside-out alembic of your will
and imbibe spagyric liquid that eradicates all pride
and confers wisdom, truth, beauty and longevity
upon the already immortal nature of your mind

Individuation is a blank(et) statement.

Is ignorance contagious?
It must not be.
Because if it was,
everyone around you,
would be suffering.

humming is our sweetness
swimming in our shadows
like cucumbers floating
in shallow bowls of water
our sordid longing
forgot its calling and became
the mourning of the trees
i tore off my appendages
and danced softly upon
the broken edges of infinity

sentence me to this willow tree
and i’ll be bound for silence
swallowing the marrow
you neglected all the violence
sister of the wilderness
sister of the sea
respect the aging waterlily
and tie your hands to me

What do we do with our silence
In a world populated by sound
Are we bound to making noises
Or should we liberate our voices
By refusing to participate at all

Beware the cavity of depravity
Most people my age got lost in the game of parenting
Elemental wisdom
Or a sentimental prison
You've replicated yourself innumerable times
And still your nature is love
Did you ever wonder
what your lives might have been like
If you had more often gone within
You have to let me go to let me stay
She said, I'm a reality ******
But it's been a rough couple of days
Life in paradise or life imprisonment
You never really know if its in the flow
Until you have to let it go
So what is this curse that says comfort must always come first
I shall not abdicate my throne to anyone
The vision of the voiceless is my kingdom
We bide our time and strive for sanity
As all forms fade and our encounters hibernate
What impacts an emperor
What impacts an empire
Its all within my reach
This compulsion to teach
To create art
That comes from the depths of our hearts

Did you take your medicine today?
She said, You are my medicine.
I replied, Then take me already

The Music evades all dissection
it never escapes or gets held captive
and while its apparently our best teacher
this endless summer
is just one long journey to The Falls
gone are the days of masters and slaves
and all that is left is our retirement
so lets dance our days away in The Shades
while love is complacent
and sometimes copacetic
i am peripatetic
and there are still no takers here, yet

wisdom came and went before the morn
i was a sailor then, when we were a thousand strong
pious and pliant, the preacher wandered on
just ahead we see the edge, but the end is never near
give your life for a good time
but your soul is much too dear
fear not, for several hands are here to help you
i see the light, at the end of this dark tunnel
music is madness, so we rest in the sadness instead
those stories are what we fear and life is complex, unless its clear
so go outside my dear and sheer the wool from the skins
feet first she’s risen, at least a hundred times or more
thirst and hunger are no longer an issue here
so keep yourself steady and ready to hear
the words of your master, are always quite near

should we simulate a state of emergency
when frankly the fractures you’ve experienced are not even fatal
while our dynamite maker was just a teenager
her slow motion wink took me right out of my seat
I blinked and before I knew what had happened
I was beside myself lying face down in a puddle of ink
it might be silly but it reminds me of a story
about two little children who were fast asleep
and then their stuffed animals came alive and started talking
how come i can begin almost anything
but I start to drift away before I even finish the first paragraph

with anybody’s body
that we could find
we made ***** gestures
in our mind
i wrote this poem yesterday
and you are not a third rate sweater
now i have nothing else to say
as a measure-menthe of kindness
i vowed to fill my plate
and eat from her late night diner
you dreamed a wishing well to appear
in hours spent beneath the shoreline
i repeated that you were a miracle
she said, coerce me and i’ll never surrender
so we pretended to fall asleep, until numbers
came falling from the treetops
i could tell that you were consumed,
by the heart of everything

life is an inside out circle

she is outspoken and bold
bold like the sun
bolder than an army of boulders
falling from a hillside
she is an avalanche
when there is nowhere left to run
she is despised by some
and others wish to fill her
with some old fashioned whisky
i am sanctified by her ways
and returned to my former glory
as this poem has tasted far better days
she is a morning glory
her eyes are like the petals of a flower
she is the Wordsworth of the decade
a wordsmith dancing in her own decay

i am essentially a target
a lost projectile in the arrow's path
she has coaxed me back to sanity
with her sardonic gestures
and her sarcastic use of wit
i am a nitwit she said
so i laugh and pick the flowers from her hair
slowly and soporifically
i am seaweed adrift in her bonnet
sandpaper scattered along the shoreline
remove the blind spectacles
and eat the lines i’ve written
a poem is just a candle anyway
to spray the eyes of infinity with lightning
mars is retrograde regardless
so i’ll just sit here and pretend
that i’m not too much of a target for her beauty

say goodbye to the bucolic summer
the rafts of winter are upon the banks of your desire
please placate the wild streets of abandonment
let the edges of your neediness
take you into independence
i am less dense than a fly
and more round than the sky
i am a shade too dry for some people's liking
are you wanting a more permanent vacation
the icing on the cake is the real equation
immediate desires all forsaken
our love is worth practicing non-anticipation for
if you kiss me now i’ll be forever liberated
if you show me how
i’ll take you to the 9th dimension
seventeen floors above the world
and we are standing on
an indefinite embankment
i am intimidated by your perspicacity
as the persimmon sun sets upon the horizon

the angels are the sound
we hear when we make love
you say its profound
i say its profane
you say its love
i say its in vain
still i wish you'd hold me closer
and take away my pain
you say i'm a fool
i say you are too
so lets make love
and maybe then
we'll cool down a bit tonight

solitude and shadows are one
the sound of the sun
as it falls towards the horizon
lift up your eyes to the sky
for it reminds me of why i love you

burn up these memories
allow dreams to disagree
for if we are truly meant to be
then we’ll surely see each other again

ferment the leaves in jars
our lives may lead to scars
but if we allow our hearts to guide us
we may find that there
has always been a star inside us

blinded by beauty’s face
the secrets you have kept safe
its time to let them out
the knowledge of the soul
removes all doubts as it unfolds
all is one forever, without
all is one forever, we shout

blessed are we
lovers and angels
blessed are we
thousands of faithful
blessed are Thee, light’s prodigies
for lovers and thieves are all equal

i will write simply
like a snow melt in the spring
water brings music
and our feet are washed clean
remind the stars that we named them
even if they take our souls
we will forge them again in the fireplace
and breathe life back into them
soon we can rest in the music
but first let us use them
just like we were meant to
now is the space
to give your heart its grace
so we feed the lakes
their icy beverage
and make the songs that melt the frost

i arrived like fire
when rain was your only hope
our souls washed in the burning sun
the conundrums of love
somebody escaped with our watermelons
sundrops upon the lake
feelings we can never shake
our ecstasy is awake
and we have outgrown our shallows
swallowed by the hand of fate
our lives we did partake in
yes we have reached further
into the thick of it
into the blackest night
i walked into my own dismay
and displayed upon the sky
was the light that caught your eye
like threads of shredded rope
as darkness could never
cope with the worst of it
i sold all of our hope
for you should never
have to ***** for emptiness
send me the wisdom
to unleash you from this prison
so please give me another kiss
and fill me with your stories
for now we will forever know
that dreams are only allegories

substitute your mind for the divine presence
open you eyes and gaze upon the unknown
I speak for a plethora of overgrown gardens
are we cartons of cigarettes or bundles of sweetgrass
answers like these are never necessary
yet we borrow everything from life's apothecary
i am among the tired lions
who offer their music to your dynasties
its a weekend campaign finance escapade
to bring farms to your table and then go back to the basics
i wish you could see the benefits
that only exist beyond these earthly dimensions
for limits expand whenever we question them

I give thanks for the earth
i give thanks for the trees
i give thanks for the mother
i give thanks for the bees
i give thanks for the soil
i give thanks for the work
i give thanks for the passion
i give thanks for the hurt
i give thanks for the smiles
i give thanks for the children
i give thanks for the flowers
i give thanks for the silence
i give thanks for the power
i give thanks for the rain
i give thanks for the sunshine
i give thanks for the pain
i give thanks for the anger
i give thanks for the rage
i give thanks for the strength
to never separate myself from you

gather and collect
and then offer your sympathy
feelings deflect our sorrow and antipathy
life is brimming with good deeds
i remain steadfast in all that i seek
sweet love is among us now
her eyes and hands
feed the mouths of two rivers
i chase winter into her bed
our eyelids lift as we drift south
and lots of people desperately
cling to their doubts like old lovers

we are sacred and scared just the same as ever
the passion and the rage never seems to dissipate
what shades and shadows shape our souls
the hourglass flowers towards never-ending spirals
humans are blessed with their own fragile memories
like spades and sparrows they dig holes and make nests in the sand
though we have escaped the trails and trellises of our transmutations
on trade-winds we still must sail to reach our destinations

we drag our feet
yet reach the same destination
i am a radio station
singing lets repatriate
this frozen ice-age
from the alabaster nascency
fingers equate to this
we reprimand the lanterns
to find the shining jewel
that hides within our flesh
yet feelings deflect
our sorrow and antipathy
so remain awake
despite the waves
that must take your place
when we all partake
in this mind-field
of destiny

there is only one thing ever happening
the mind is essentially just wandering
even though these protopian discoveries
lead us toward disheartening realities
they show us our resistances
to living in impermanence
I just want to stay in bed all day
with satellites circling my head
can we tell the green ones from the red
or have we all just gone astray
would you even try to tell me
if there was something I could say
to alleviate your suffering
nothing, oh well perhaps
that's the most attractive thing
for if we disagree and can still be purposeful
then its possible that we are already free

The life of a sentence cannot be erased.

the october rose is wistful and reticent
our defenses dense like sediment and sentences
love descends like a fog
and we begin as quickly to depart
our dialogue takes many turns
from staunch to raunchy in a few minutes
there is no need to be concerned
its only in our heads
our needs no longer mean anything
love is lost in forms
amidst the storms of anger and rage
imprisoning our souls
dinosaur bones roam the earth
i went out in search of chrysanthemums
and instead i found you lying on the ground
making a pillow out of superconductive fungi
to test your theories of interconnectivity
what transpired cannot be spoken about
all my doubts vanished and the words that were spoken
resounded for days in my being
as if they echoed from within some part of me
that had always longed to hear them

gratitude for madre tierra, delicate and graceful
your formless form is born again and again
recursive symmetry that never argues or forces its point
but always agrees with the emptiness between
sky and stone, flesh and bone, rock and tree

blessed be this eye-land that can never be bought, sold or traded
I-land, thy-land, my-land, is and will always be, our land
it’s time to lend your hand to uphold this sacred plan
that is permanently unstained in its own essence
its destiny is forever unchanged by this name or that name
and yet its true name, always remains the same
Turtle Island, Mama Gaia, Mother Earth, Pachamama
all ways of reverently revealing that; which contains and sustains us all

People of the heart>word>book>screen>
The digital streams scroll before us
Form, electricity, ai
Form, energy, intelligence,
biomimicry, they cried

(Is consciousness the code/key we seek?)

What do we do with our silence
In a world populated by sound
Are we bound to making noises
Or should we liberate our voices
By refusing to participate at all

no more spoiled fruit
throw the apples down the chute
are you spinning in your dreams
are you lifting the fruit trees from the ground
are you a thousand pounds of flesh
are you this illumination to my left
breathing is both simple and complex
i seek wisdom in the warp and weft
less is a finite attempt at reconciliation
ship your products to another nation
then make plans to occupy the police station
i try to understand the status quo
stasis is inertia
the more i see
the less i know
the more i speak
the further i need to go

Words are like scalpels, for they can dissect you. Words are like a prism where everything is refracted into a million different colors.

choking on childless mothers
boyfriends and girlfriends
hesitate to divest their portfolios
solid again just as we melted
your crying eyes shine
like shadows on the moons of Jupiter
i am a camel like lucifer was
look for me in the quieter neighborhoods
i am a used car salesman
branded in the carcass of another
frozen like chosen pieces of dinner
to be reheated and thawed
at television meetings
and sincerely beaten
for syncopated rhythms
still slivers of love survive
lovers die
lovers birth again
hovering in between their skin
Jupiter returns at 35
like reruns of nick at nite
or reunions of the blind
block parties and violet staircases
thank god for elevators
and basements child

burning holes in rocks
and mounds of grief so deep
they collapse upon themselves recursively
sell me that old t-shirt for cheap
and sweep clean the rags and corridors
the threads are torn
so sew me the worn out attitudes
you left behind ages ago
in old streets paved
with firecrackers and toad stools
you show me the moon
i wish to see it through your eyes
and drink in the nectar
that soothes the heart’s worry
anxiety is a target
stark against the blackness
bleak as an owl in the daylight
infinite wisdom resides in smiling
songs seem silly
in the light of yesterday's tragedies
yet still we sing
to quell the fear and misery
of nothingness and embarrassment
the lack of syntax is discouraging
yet i feel ill equipped
to handle the inevitable decline
that may occur from judging it

your edges are rusted, frustrated and melancholy
i see the middle, where white lilies
lie, waiting for someone to hold them
speak no more, please refrain from talking
her arms hold the world, in waking defiance
science, is borrowed from metaphysics
statistics, weaken the faith of our future
shoot the researchers and drown them in tubs of acid
like they torture cats and vivisect, their own families
wish to stab them and steep them in water
and sadly they refuse to add, even the tiniest drop of honey

dance in the morning
all warnings are slipping away
the rain is a hundred tears
the moon is our hourglass

streaks of color
in sunset's persimmon sky
i am soaked in honey
your feet are my pillow
in love’s shelter
the storm of life passes

baskets of fruit overflowing
the rhythm is distant
our echos are persistent
infinite dreams of bison are flowing

how did we get here
sweat out this fragrance
drift from soul to page
like a butterfly in mating season

Oh sage
of delicate fingers
the ethers are binding
are you direct
or are you blinding

make space for innocence
the way a glove separates the fingers
forget the medicine
that is not growing in your garden

stroke my arm and kiss my soul
four fingers strumming
and only the thumb
knows the downbeat

select from the masses
a basket of fruit
if the flowers
are staring directly at you
they shall respect your masquerade

still they invite you
to jump out of your ego
and give up this charade
dress yourself yet again
in your whitest wedding gown

its time to undo
the ritual
that cast you
from your shadow

with elephant’s tenacity
artificial correctness
nonsensical directness
derelicts and kings
lick my wings
stick your finger in the seams
of the heart and pry it apart
start now
and drink nectar
eternally a child
our fathers
are making webs
forever thriving
the shift begets
these heady whispers
of green eyes
and respect
for indigenous swords
and sovereign
beings